Do you like lactation in your RPs? Well I do. And do you like having Rps where the girl plays a domesticated animal? Likewise check and check. Today, I am looking for a fun girl who gets her panties damp at the thought of being injected with drugs to make her lactate, put to live like an animal in a farm stall, and fantasizes about getting strapped into a milking machine while getting fucked fro behind.
Kinky, I know. Hell, too kinky for most of the curious tings who are going to open this page and read this. And just to make things STILL EASIER to get a partner, I will tell you that in terms of partners I am only looking for advanced literate partners. Three paragraphs and up per post.
*sits back and prepares to get jack shit zero responses*
Lionel Samson, a dog training buissness owner is going through the market on a normal wednesday. Within five years, his fledgling idea of a company was a local leader. Now, while he loves training, he never really gets the time to do so anymore, now that his job is almost exclusively in the office. And because he can;t work on the floor, and has no wife to take up his time, he needs something to do with his time. He's spent the past few months looking around for a hobby to get into, but he's just not finding very much of interest to him. It will be this visit to the market where he finds it.
One of the local farms has a rather young cow girl for sale on the block. Her back is covered with welts from the strike of a whip, and one look at the farmer's face shows his displeasure at the girl. When he sees this, Lionell pauses and walks towards the man. Apparently, this cow girl was brought up by the farm, expecting her to be a good producer because of her good genes. But, she has proven time and time again to be by far their worst producer. They've tried everything to get her yield up, but nothing seems to work. So he went out here to sell her, and hopefully make back a portion of their investment on her. Meanwhile on the ground, the cow girl, named Sandy, whimpers on the ground, afraid of her owner.
Curious as to what is causing her lower yield, he buys the girl on a whim from the farmer. As he walks away with the ecstatic cow, thanking him repeatedly, his eyes examine her breasts. They seem to be good enough to produce top yield, but she doesn't seem to be able to. Despite his relative inexpiable in regards to cow training, he silently vows to himself to make Sandy into a top class producer.
In an alternate 1960's the country is going through plenty of turmoil. Debating the place of family, war, international relations, and of course cowgirl rights. In this world, women can still be sold out to diary companies as producers. The left wants to abolish this barbaric practice, and the right wants to leave this tradition intact. Wanting to show support of the movement against cow girls, a pair of college students hijack a bus owned by a dairy company, and drive off with the cargo.
Justin Wu is a hardcore activist, getting involved in issues on a national level. His friend Nick Mantross is more reserved and quiet, and was against doing something this drastic. But his more enthusiastic friend can get him to do seemingly almost anything. He knows he's going to regret it, but he goes along with it anyway.
But what they find inside the car is not quite what they expect. Sure there is equipment and whatnot as they thought, but the truck had another cargo. Neither of them had ever seen a real live cowgirl before, much leash spoken to one. The dairy industry tends to keep them locked up in their facilities at all times. Only a select few people ever had. The three cows inside are all young and in their prime, and are much more human then any of them had imagined cow girls to be.
The youngest cow girl at 17, had thought it might be a fun thing to do, and voluntarily had herself sold off. However, once she started to regret it, it was too late. In time the fight had been drained from her, and she was almost acclimatized to a life of chattlehood. But part of her still yearned for freedom. The second cow at, 20, had been a part timer at a ranch out west that had been lent a cow. dealing with it had made her want to volunteer be sold off five years before. Or at least that is what she told others. She seemed to not mind life as an animal, and was actively disappointed to have been taken from her life of milking. Yet, something doesn't seem quite right about her statement. The last cow is 21, and has been a cow for eleven years. She had been sold off as a girl, and had been a cow so long now that she barely remembered her will to fight. But, now that freedom is possible again, there seems to be a new fire in her eyes.
But, freedom may not be on the table. Worried about the cows getting to the news, the companies pay to get the pair higher on the most wanted list. Now they must flee the country in the truck, or else get caught by the police. Or worse. the companies are buying up the services of a number of Vietnam vets returning from the war to go after them illegally. And if they get them rather then the police, then the two will wish they had been arrested.
She never quite knew what to do with her life. She'd never found a niche worth talking about. She wasn't popular or good at fitting. She wasn't smart enough to really find a place among the brainy kids. Not talented enough to get among the artists. Hell, she was too scared to even find a place among the rebels. So she drifted along into college, nervous, insecure, and quick to attach herself to anyone who showed her affection. She was by no means ugly. Her girlish pigtails and massive framed glasses game off a frigid virginal look that managed too offset her natural curves.
These curves were a gift from her mother, though she didn't know it till she reached high school. She had grew up with only her dad, and never knew her mom. But a strange series of events revealed to her that not only was her mom still alive, but she lived not too far away. The problem was that the placed that she lived was a cattle ranch. Her mom was one of the women who voluntarily signed papers giving up their status as human beings under the law, and giving themselves as livestock over to local dairy corporations. There they were given a constant diet of drugs that kept them perpetually dull headed, horny, and lactating. The companies pimped them out as they saw fit, and constantly milked them like animals. When at last she met her mom, she was shocked, and much more aroused then she was comfortable with, to find her slow witted and incapable of going thirty minutes without touching her constantly aching pussy or constantly milking teats. For the next three years, she not only thought about this meeting, but several times went back to see her mom again. At more then one of these trips she had let the mood overtake her and touched herself while in the barn full of these sub-human animal women.
While in college she eventually reached her limit. She couldn't hack everyday life anymore. And the more she thought about it the more she realized that there had been one destiny staring her in the face her entire life. And so nervously and with same level of discomfort, she approached the farm that owns her mother, holding the signed paperwork that officially reclassifies her as a piece of property for the farm to do what they want with. It was the most hot and bothered she'd ever been in her life.
But, the person who's job it would be too train her in the ways of cowgirls was oddly enough not someone she'd never met before. He'd been one of her few friends back in high school. And considering how desperate for attention she'd been had considered him quite a confident. He'd been two years older then her, and after graduation the two had stopped speaking. He'd spent the time as a drifter and had eventually come to work at the ranch. In time he'd started to apprentice under the senior cow handler, the one who'd processed the girl's mom. This was too be his first job soloing a transition, and it turned out to be not only be someone he had known, but someone he'd even considering asking out back in the day.
Stripped of her own identity as a human being and his equal, she has no choice but to cling to him and hope that he can turn her desperate sexual fantasy into a happy life for herself.
Officer Mercales was already way too deep in to stop now. She'd been assigned the role of the uncover agent who would help make the big bust the department had been hoping for. Recent joint efforts between the illegal narcotics trade and legal human milk ranches had been a point of emberasment. White milk, a drug hitting the streets like a hurricane, was a combination of milk and cocaine that junkies couldn't get enough of. Luckily a local ranch offered the police help. They would be willing to host a fake meeting with a group of suppliers and hand the evidence over to the cops. In order to do so the cops would need two plants. One plant would need to be in the room listening to the meeting. The other needed to be situated in the cattle floor to overhear any information. Because posing a fake employee wouldn't work the police only had one option. Send one of their own pretending to be one of the ranch's cows.
Patty Mercales had ended up drawing the short straw. In the weeks leading up to the operation, she was given the drugs that the cow's were forced to take, making her breasts swell with milk, and giving her an annoying feeling in her pussy she that she could never quite get rid of. But those humiliations were nothing compared to the day of. before the mob arrived, they made her strip down, wear a cowbell, and wear the revealing outfit that cows were supposed to wear. She almost refuses when they hand her the pair of headphones they make cows in the barn wear, before they tell her that they modified this pair so she could hear normal things easier.
But once they bring her on to the show room floor, she understands why they make the cowgirls wear the headphones. I keeps track of all the sounds made by the other cow girls and the milking machines, and it gives them priority. She is bombarded by the sound smell, and sight of women get fucked and milked like animals. By the time the mobsters reach the floor, she thinks she is going crazy with lust. Little does she know, beneath the sounds of the other girls, supersonics play in endless loop in her brain. it tells her to think of cowgirls whenever aroused. it tells her that her breasts are the most sensitive part of her body. It tells her that mooing is the only sound she wants to make.
The next day when she returns to her apartment, and finds herself overtaken by the urge to tough herself. she ends up rubbing her pussy and breasts while mooing, every sexual thought taking the form of life on the dairy ranch. afterwards while sweating on her bed, she knows what she needs to do.
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