EXTRACT FOR
Got Milk?
(Kelly Addams)

Bernie, her Master and owner of the farm had quickly learned that his most recent Hucow addition was a little different from her herd-mates. His new Hucow had a penchant for punishment. He had seen how her pussy had gaped and flooded as he had slapped a tattoo paddle on her ample rump to give her the mark of her permanent herd register number. She had gasped and groaned as the hundreds of needles had pierced her flesh to embed ink beneath her skin. He had recognised the groans, a sound that he had heard only once before, many years before. Another Hucow, Jane she had been called in the world outside, and Jane she had become again when she suddenly decided to rejoin humanity. She had made a mistake, and she had awoken to question the choice she had made.

Jane had been his greatest loss, she alone had gasped in ecstasy to feel the needles sink deep, she had welcomed his growing fascination, his need to inflict agony in ever more ingenious and unusual ways. She had caused him to cross the line from farmer and breeder of Hucows, to become a devotee of sadism and cruelty. He had been able to justify his actions because she had goaded him to greater efforts with her acceptance and obvious enjoyment.

And then it had suddenly ended, he had woken to find her standing and talking, no-longer bovine she demanded her clothes, she demanded her freedom... and they had only the online electronic contract and a handshake... they both knew that without her consent... his fun was at an end.

But now he saw her again in Hucow 102, she had returned to him, but the reincarnation was proving to be even better, she had larger udders and after only a week of regular machine milking her yield was impressive. But apart from her more obvious assets, the udders, the round rump and submissive demeanour... she had an even more attractive quality, she craved pain, the type of pain that he loved to inflict. That first day when he had slapped the tattoo needles onto her rump she had meekly turned to offer him the other cheek. And then she had caused his spirits to soar as she shuddered and groaned as the same needles were pressed against her pink and slippery pussy. He had pressed harder as the tears rolled down her cheeks, the number 102 was illegible and distorted as he pulled the needles away but it was clear that she had endured, and enjoyed, a torment that even Jane would have signalled as too much!

Mandy was promising to be the most valuable of all his herd, she was special, and little did she know that as she curled up and pressed her fingers hard against her swollen and sore clit as she relived the delicious pain of the multiple needles... Bernie lay in his own comfortable bed... and pictured the next stage of the torture he had planned.