ForgiveMeKnots

The dogs barked letting me know someone had arrived, and I went downstairs, seeing Sara’s car pulling up. I waited on the porch for her. I must have taken her five minutes to et from her car to the porch, petting each of the dos as the ran around her and between her legs.  Collee was good to her, she had definitely  filled out in all the right places.  “Hir Mr. A”  she said as she climbed the few short steps to the porch.

‘Good to see you, Sara, how are your folks?” 

“not sure, I stopped here first.  My spring break plans fell through.  I guess they’ll be surprised to see me, my phone went dead hours ago and I couldn’t call cause I forgot my charger.”

“Sorry to hear that, come on inside, and we can commiserate over a cup of coffee”

I opened the door to let her in, and turned to follow.  Making coffee, we chatted about how her plans had fallen through, how college life was, the usual sort of banter.  

“Well, I need to go check on the barn, want to tag along?”

She agreed eagerly, I never did really understand why she liked the cows so much, but I grabbed a few apples on the way out , the cows always liked them.    When we got to the barn, I turned to the old laptop I had there to record daily production numbers, and she, take the apples in hand, wandered further in, stopping to feed apples to a couple of the girls.    I finished up quickly and went to follow her and just as she turned, her eyes fell on something I’d forgotten I had left set up in one the stalls/  “”what the hell is that?” she asked.  What’ she’d laid eyes on was the “milking frame” that I had not bothered to put away after the weekend’s fun with a woman from the city. 

Not wanting to shock her too much, “it’s a bondage frame,  had some kinky friends from the city over this weekend and never to around to cleaning it up.,  I seem to remember you liked a bit of bondage…” 

She blushed a little, even though we had often had conversations about topics like that before, but I’d never shown her the kit, and certainly not the hucow milking frame.  “well I do but…”

“But?” and my horny brain kicked in reminding me to always strike while the iron is hot, “Want to try it out? Just to see?”

I could see the curiosity mixed with nervousness running across her face, so I took her by one wrist and my other hand in the small of her back and guided her over to it.  “just lean over that bar, put your arms here and here, guiding each wrist int place, and then snapping the first cuff then the second shut before she really knew what had happened.  She struggled playfully a bit, not knowing what to make of this, the “nice man” who had let her play with his cows and dogs was suddenly had her bound in his barn.  I next secured the waist strap, and then, “for the full effect we should do your ankles too..” ,  and not really waiting for an answer I locked each angle to the floor posts as well.  Now relax and enjoy it Sara. 

I stepped back to admire her for a moment, the position of course left her tits handing down, and prominently displayed the curve of her ass, especially in her tight jeans.  You just wait there Sara, I have to finish up a few things.

I went back to the house, fished her car keys out of her purse, and moved her car into the equipment shed, pulled the sim card out of her dead phoneand then picked up my toy back and headed back to the barn where I found her struggle pointlessly against the shackles.

“Now I I do want you to get the full effect.”  Pulling a ball gag out of the bag, I heled her nose, and then pushed it into her pretty young mouth and buckled it behind her head securely.

“actually, Sara, this is a milking frame… girls, or rather hucows, get milked in it. And you’ll make a very pretty hucow.

Taking up the EMT shears my kit I began to methodically cut her clothes away, until she was naked.  She struggled, but the frame made sure that they were pointless. And for the first time I got to truly see how grown up she was.   As her jeans came away I could see, that despite her struggles, her thin panties were wet, and cutting those away revealed a freshly waxed cunt.   I supposed she had been planning for some adult fun during her 2 week break. Well, Mr A was going to provide just that, though perhaps not exactly what she had had in mind.

I reached for the milking machine, turning it on, the steady thump-thump of the motor starting the sucking at the two cups which I rapidly affixed to each hanging udder, the sucking pulling her nipples deep into the cups. She screamed through the ball gag as the suction stretched her nipples. The pump however was relentless.  

 In time, she’d start to lactate, they all do.   

I left her like that for a few minutes, then fishing in my toy back I pulled out the little u-shaped vibrator, pushing it into her, and the outer arm pressing right against her clit, I turned it on, the programmed settings starting low, then building over time, only to cycle back down.  The cycled specifically timed to never let her cum, over time the high intervals got less frequent and shorter.   

She struggled, but the machines are relentless.   I designed them to be.  The human body responds to stimuli.  Even when a girl may not want it to.  And Sara’s body responded, the constant building of her arousal, matched with the pumping of her young tits would in time forever link the two.  I let the first milking got on for 30 minutes.  Longer than necessary, from a physical standpoint, but necessary to start breaking her young mind.  The machine finally stopped, the cups dropping away as the suction released.  I looked at my new hucow’s nipples, large and engorged from the extended milking session, and I got the balm out,  Turning the vibrator back on, I began to massage the balm into her painfully distended and chafed nipples.   I took my time, being gentle, and whispering soothing words to her telling her it was going to all be OK.  Satisfied that she had been properly cared for I packed my things and left her.  I set the vibrator to run on low, and packed my things, leavin her locked in the milking frame, shuddering with the constant arousal.

Suction alone would take four to six weeks, and I didn’t have that much time.   Her trip had been only scheduled for 2 weeks, though her break should be a full month.  So this was going to need some medical assistance. Fun thing about running a farm is you can easily get access to almost any veterinary medication.  And most of those work just the same on humans.  Funny thing is, we share almost 90% of our DNA with other mammals.  Like dairy cattle. And running a dairy farm you get access to lactation increasing hormones easily.  Some math to adjust the doses, and I was set.  I then prepared some food for her, she was going to need it after all this.  High calorie stuff, with the right herbs to help lactation mixed in too. Returning to the barn to check on my new hucow, I found her sobbing through her gag. The shock was probably wearing off.  Before removing the gag I gave her the first hormone injection.  “Don’t worry Sara, it’s OK sweetie.  It’s just going to help you produce faster.”

When I removed the gag the begging started.  “please please please just let me go, I won’t tell anyone, I promise, just let me go…”  I paid no head to her words.  “you need to eat Sara.” And I offered her a spoonful of her food,  She of course refused it.  I expected that at first.  But offering it was important, she had to know she was going to be cared for. Opened a bottle of water, dropped a straw in it and offered it to her as well.  As expect she turned away. I put the gag back in, left her with her food and water and left for a couple of hours.