Susan Mitchell wondered where people like Krutz and Jacoby came up with their ideas. After yesterday, she had been left alone to sleep on the cool grass, only awakened when a man had brought her food and water. This morning, Jacoby had awakened her with her morning breakfast and when she was done eating told her to stand on a plastic tarp in the middle of the open farm yard. Two men came over with paint brushes, a paint sprayer and buckets of paint and began painting every inch of her body with bright white body paint. She had to stand with her legs spread and arms stretched out to her sides for almost an hour while the paint dried. Then the men returned with black paint. They began painting black splotches all over her naked body in a pattern. When they were done, Susan realized she now looked like a cow.
She thought the pink cow snout they placed over her nose and mouth made the transformation complete, but then one of the men went even further and attached boots to her hands and feet that looked like cow hoofs and made her bend over and walk on her hands and feet. They placed a collar around her neck with a heavy metal chain and led her to a waiting truck. The back of the truck was covered in hay and they lifted Susan onto it. They tied her arms and legs together so she could not move and Susan could not help but recall the images of cows being tied up in rodeos. They threw a tarp over her body before driving away. Susan thought about how she had been a dog, a plow horse, a pig, and now a cow, all in the span of a single week.
It wasn't long before the truck stopped at another farm. The men lifted her off the truck and placed her on her hands and feet. She saw the dairy farm sign and rolled her eyes. The men led her inside a barn into one of several stalls. There were cows in the various stalls on each side of her. The place smelled horribly of cow manure but after yesterday, it all smelled the same to her. The men attached the heavy metal chain from the collar round her neck and padlocked it to a metal cleat on the floor. They placed heavy metal cuffs around her wrists and fastened those to the floor by heavy chains. They then likewise manacled her ankles with chains, spreading her legs apart and pinning her in place on her knees in the corral.
The young woman could feel a thick dildo being shoved inside her, impaling deep inside. This was nothing new to her. She couldn't remember the number of times she had a vibrator, dildo or some other object forced into her. She wanted to say she didn't really feel it anymore, but that was not true. She still felt just as violated each time as she did that very first day when a student had shoved a tree branch into her pussy while she was chained naked to a flagpole outside West Valley Academy. It seemed like so long ago, but it had only been seven months.
What was a new experience, however, was what the men began doing to her breasts. The two men fitted clear plastic cups around her tits, each one with a thick rubber ring around the bottom. The ring was pulled up to the base of her breasts, squeezing her tits tightly into the plastic cups. The men each turned a small screw on a clamp that tightened the plastic cups against her breasts, ballooning them out. Looking down between her arms, she could then see the men running tubes from these cups to a box located on the side of the stall. It was a milking machine! She was going to be milked like one of the cows! She started to panic and thrash in her bondage but there was no use as she was not getting free.
