In a dystopian future, women sell their bodies and their breast milk to help feed a starving populace. Desperation causes many women to sign up for a well paying job involving being impregnated and eventually milked.
Anna opened her eyes but could only see blackness. A soft, silky blindfold covered the top half of her face. A ball gag was pressed between her teeth and saliva was running down her chin. She tried to wipe it away and discovered that both arms were restrained at the wrist and elbow. Her knees pressed into a mattress, restrained with her ankles far apart. Fear coursed through her as she realized her ass was in the air, fully exposed to anyone else who happened to be in the room.
She frantically searched her memories for how this had happened. The last thing she remembered was going to sleep in her new bed at the hucow farm. She had signed up yesterday for her new job. Anna had always wanted to be a mom, but she hadn't met the right man and even though she was only 25, she didn't think she was going to meet him anytime soon. This job was going to provide her with a baby and the money for the two of them to start a new life together.
The receptionist yesterday had described the different options available to her. There was the Level 4 contract, in which a woman was expected to have sex with any man who arrived at the farm and paid the appropriate fee (of which she would receive 50%). Then came the Level 3 contract, which allowed the woman to choose which of the men she wanted to have sex with. Anna had signed the Level 2 contract, in which she would choose from one of the farm's bulls (or sperm donors) and have sex only with him until she became pregnant. There was also the Level 1 contract, in which hormones were used to stimulate milk production. This was the lowest paying option due to the cost of the drugs and because it resulted in the least amount of milk.
Anna heard a door open behind her and began to struggle against her bonds.
"Easy there, cow," a calm male voice said from behind her. He rubbed a big, rough hand over her rump and she shuddered at the contact. She heard him unzip something behind her and hoped fervently it wasn't his pants. She struggled harder, trying to speak around the gag. Something soft wiped the saliva off her face. At the unexpected kindness she stilled.
***
Jack gazed down at the little cow in front of him. She was slender, her body sleekly muscled. He wondered if she might have been a dancer before she came here. From what he could see of her face, she looked young and frightened. She stopped struggling within the breeding stocks when he had wiped her face. He ran his hand over her short, straight brown hair. It was softer than it looked and starting to tangle beneath the straps of her gag. The tense muscles in her arms relaxed when he ran his hand over her hair again.
A circular band-aid stood out against the tanned skin of her arm. That meant she had been given the drugs, which would make his job easier. Resistant hucows were given a sedative and a slow acting aphrodisiac. The sedative let the handlers get her into the breeding stocks unharmed and the aphrodisiac was as much for the bulls as it was for the cows. The pencil pushers in the offices said it "reduced burnout" to have a receptive partner. Most of the bulls simply preferred a happy hucow. This little cow must have signed up for the breeding program recently. He didn't recognize her and her breasts were small and soft, having not produced milk yet.
He ran his hands over the girl's shoulders and down her back a few times before positioning himself behind her. Her sex was covered by close cropped brown curls. He ran his hands over her hips and she raised her rump up to meet him.
***
The firm, callused hands stroked towards her aching pussy and Anna pressed her hips back to meet them. A large finger pressed into her.
"You're very wet, little cow." The approval in his voice sent a wash of warmth through her, even as he slowly thrust his thick finger in and out. He spread her moisture over her clit and she moaned, pressing back as far as she could. He worked a second finger into her body, stretching her exquisitely. "You're very tight, sweetheart." She was meeting each of his slow thrusts with one of her own now. "I think you're ready for my cock."
Nervousness fluttered through her belly as she felt the blunt head rubbing up and down the slit of her sex. Slowly he pressed in, holding her hips firmly in place. "That's a good little cow," he murmured. She felt the head slide in and it was almost thicker than she could take. He rocked his hips, pressing in even further and she cried out behind her gag. Her entire body ached for him to thrust, even as he stretched her to the point of pain. He slid out and thrust in even further. "I think you can take the whole thing into your sweet little pussy," he groaned, stilling.
