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Home on the Range (Winter && ThomasRHellsing)

Winter

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Aug 17, 2011
Candice awoke in what could only be described as a tremendous amount of discomfort, and she wasn't exactly sure why. The last thing she could remember was that her car had broken down in a storm in the middle of nowhere... She had walked until she had found a farmhouse, and there she had met a kind man, who had given her some food and allowed her to stay in his spare bedroom until she could call a mechanic in the morning.

Where she was now didn't look anything like that bedroom, though. She was... Well, it only took her the most cursory of glances around to realize that she was in a barn. And not only was she in it, she was trapped there, courtesy of a chain around her neck.

But all things considered, that was the least alarming thing about her situation.

Her clothes were... Gone. It wasn't that she was naked, although she may as well have been. She found herself only in a pair of stockins, skimpy underwear, and a tiny bikini top, all made with cow print fabric. And the bikini top barely even fit, because her breasts were somehow... Over twice the size that she could remember them being when she had gone to bed. And to make things even worse, they hurt.

And they weren't the only things that hurt, either. Her rear hurt, although it was an unfamiliar pain, and when she reached back she screamed in alarm at what she found there. It was... A tail. A long, furry tail. And it was hers. When she reached up to examine the unfamiliar pain on her head, she had the same reaction to discovering a pair of small horns and soft, furry ears that had somehow replaced her own poking out of her long, bleach-blonde hair.

What the fuck. What the fuck what the fuck.

She panicked then, of course, and tried to free herself from the chains around her neck. But as much as she struggled, it was no use, and all the noise she was making seemed only to give a clear indication that she had woken up. Because, in a very short amount of time, she heard the sound og the door opening and turned to see the farmer from the night before (had it even been a night ago?).

'"You!" she hissed. "What have you done?!"
 
Thomas smiled at he looked at the cow rubbing her super sensitive ears for a second, before pinching them HARD. He growled low "Be a good cow and you'll have a nice long life here at the farm be a bad cow, and well how'd you like your hamburger?"

Laughing he released her ear saying, "A for what I did it doesn't really matter, a bit of science, a bit of magic, and a bit of plot convenience and I have a new cow for the barn."

Reaching down the ta broad shouldered teen undid her bra, as he said "Cows don't need modesty do they?"

He ran his hands along the curvature of her breasts, flicking the rubber band clad nipples as he said, "Those are to make sure you don't waste even a drop of your precious cow girl milk."

Laughing the blond haired, blue eyed boy took a wand vibrator. Running it around her nipples but not touching them he said, "I'm sorry girl but human milk sells for a hundred dollars a gallon and 50k a drum, and the farm needs a much money as it can get, ya know?"

Reaching under her, he slid a right golden ring onto her clit, saying "Unfortunately for you, how girls tend to produce the most milk while on edge not cumming, luckily your 4 inch clits fit perfectly into small cock rings so you can't cum even if you want too."

The man smirked as he rubbed the wand over her anus, and then up and down her lit. Moving a quartet of toy into position. The cowgirl changes made the ass redundant. All nutrition went to breast milk, so their was no solid waste her ass was so sensitive now it may as well be a clit. Even as he gave her a large shot of female how hormones to force her to start getting horny, he turned the toys on. Like jack hammers the two fake dicks violated her ass and pussy hole. Thomas turned them up until they were a blur. Moving around he chuckled, "I keep thinking I forgot something."

He new in reality what it was. No matter how horny he was, and how much milk he produced, until the bands were removed, and the miking machine attached the milk would jut make her breasts grow, and grow and grow.
 
Candice had attempted to slap the boy's hands away when he reached for her ears, but she had found out that he was surprisingly strong when he grabbed her and handcuffed her to a bar in the side of the stall.

"What are you doing!?" she cried when he undid her top and proceeded to play with her breasts, and a deep flustered blush spread across her face. Most of what he proceeded to say made... Little sense to her at all (what had that thing about her clit been? Glancing down, she could see that it was just the same as it always was, thankfully), but she did understand his actions. She tried in vain to wriggle away as he pulled out the needle, but there was so little space in the stall she had awoken in that she didn't get far enough away to avoid it, or to avoid being injected with whatever he had inside of it.

Almost immediately, she noticed something change. Her pulse rising was the first thing she noticed, but almost immediately afterward she found herself growing incredibly, inexplicably aroused, beginning to soak her underwear. She barely struggled as the boy pulled the tiny panties off of her, and though she tried to force herself to move away when he withdrew the toys and shoved them into her holes, she barely budged an inch, instead letting out a long, low moan as she felt them sink inside of her, and another as he turned them on.

"Oh-- ah!" she cried out, arching her back as she found herself overwhelmed by the pleasure. Hardly anything broke through to her mind through how intense it was... Except, of course, for the growing pain in her chest.

"My-- my breasts..." she offered helpfully to the farmer, looking up at him with alarm-- mostly at herself, because it seemed as if the drug she had been given was also messing with her inhibitions. "Please, they hurt..."
 
Thomas smiled, "Silly little cow, you need to remember your betters, I am your master remember that and things will go alot more smoothly for you."

He turned the motors of the toys up to double their previous speed. The toys were a custom design, and had kept cows on the brink for weeks before. Smirking he undid his over alls, allowing them to fall revealing his muscular body, but more importantly his thick fat cock. Sitting down on an old milking stool, he said, "Maybe if the cow does something nice for the farmer the farmer will do something nice for the cow?"

His hard fat cock was level with the cow's head as he said "And if a Cow wants something specific, she should ask being vague might mean the farmer misunderstands the cow."
 
She groaned as the toys inside of her began to buzz much more intensely, her eyes rolling back in her head a little bit. In the back of her mind she knew that this was absolutely terrible and she definitely shouldn't be enjoying what was happening to her, but, well... She did.

When confronted with the dick in her face, however, she was snapped back to reality and glared hatefully at him. If she had had her hands free, she would have tried to take a swing of him, and she was actually tempted to try biting his dick (how smug would he look then?!) but... Well, she was chained in a barn in the middle of nowhere and she had somehow grown a tail. Even if she did somehow manage to get the better of him, it was doubtful she would escape from her chains, much less find someone who would help her and not turn her in to some sort of government alien research agency.

And he probably knew that, too, which was why he had put his most sensitive part right in her face like that.

Growling deep in her throat through the pleasured noises, she leaned her head forward and took his cock into her mouth, bobbing her head over it, trying to keep her gag reflex in check. She was by no means used to giving blowjobs, and never had she wanted to be, but the discomfort in her breasts was just too much.
 
The man slapped the Cow's ass as he said, "Your supposed to ask for permission first you stupid Cow."

He realized quickly that she didn't know what she was doing. With an annoyed growl of "Stupid cow", he grabbed her horns and pulled them towards his pelvis. Forcing her to deep throat him He worked her head back and forth hard whenever he took him deep in her throat, she was rewarded with a rub at the base of her horns. When she puled off or struggled she got a hard pinch to the ears. After fucking her throat for nearly five minutes he groaned and hot his cum deep into her throat Standing up he yawned and headed towards the house. The barn' automated lights cutting off as he left. The milking machine's nozzles hanging just out of reach even as the toy control also just out of reach had been turned to maximum by him standing up and moving the stool he'd been sitting on.

The net morning Thomas came out to the barn and spotted the nozzles smirking evilly he said "Silly cow did I forget something last night? Maybe I should make you wait two more days to be milked since you didn't remind me."
 
Helpless to do much of anything else, Candice squeezed her eyes shut as he mercilessly fucked her throat, letting out only small whimpers as moisture gathered in the corners of her eyes. She couldn't believe that this was happening to her, but there was really nothing she could do about it. All she could do was be glad that it was finally over.

However, before she could even recover or beg him to do anything about her pained breasts, the farmer stood up and left her alone. It had to have been one of the longest nights she had ever had, especially because she was still unbelievably aroused and the vibrators in her pussy and ass were more than enough to bring her to orgasm over and over, even long after they had become overwhelming for her.

By the time the farmer returned the next morning, her breasts had grown even larger than they had been before, and they ached twice as badly. The vibrators still weakly buzzed in her holes, and she seemed to be completely unaware that she was lewdly bucking her hips against the tiny amount of pleasure they now gave her even as she looked at him. "N-no, please," she moaned out, her eyes filling with tears. "Please, milk me, I'm begging you!"
 
He sighed, "I was thinking about it, but you didn't remember to call me Master, and so you have to be punished, sorry Cow, maybe you'll pay attention next time."

About noon the farmer returned to the barn, it was hotter then the pits of hell. A large fan blowing on the cow to keep her from getting heat stroke. The farmer smirked at the Cow opening her pen, and sitting on the stool his feet in front of her, "What does the Cow say to her Farmer?"
 
This was unbelievable. There were so many hidden rules here! How was she supposed to know that he wanted her to call him master?

When he came back hours later, in the sweltering heat, however, she had learned her lesson. "Please, Master!" she gasped out. "I need water! And please, milk me!"
 
Thomas sighed, "Such a desperate, needy cow you are, but I suppose you can't hep being what you are can you?"

Thomas moved over towards two back rubber feeding dishes. One he put super concentrated vitamins cubes into He knew the cow could eat grass but she hadn't been put out to pasture yet. He put a dozen of the cubes into a smaller feeding dish. Teasing the cow he ran the hose over her hair and down her back letting the ice cold water run down her flank. Putting his feet in her water dish he filed it almost to the point of over flowing. The water was four inches over his ankles, and plenty wide. Giving her time to eat while he petted her, he relaxed against the stool. Letting her eat her food cubes and enough to the water to stop panting. He refilled the dish saying as his hands rubbed her overly full breasts "Let's try begging for a milling again shall we Cow this time put all your conviction and need into it, I'm got a date with Emmy Sue, and I won't be back until tomorrow morning, so if you can't impress me, no milking until then."

He ran the vibrating wand over and around her swollen sore breasts. Providing "Motivation".
 
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