consent is key

The first night of watching your captor break in younger sister was the hardest

Besides, the farm has even been nice enough to place you on a new milking station that cuts away for your pregnant belly to hang through. In your haze of milking and fucking, you feel gloved hands sometimes coming by to palpate and measure the bump ripening tighter and heavier every day. Sometimes, you’re vaguely aware that the hands are coming from behind you, that someone is breathing against your back, that the length pounding into you must belong to a person who’s holding your pregnant gut and muttering something about what a good cow you are. You moan gently, and you clench and spasm around their cock, another orgasm bleeding into the full-body feeling of being constantly used.

Your only purpose is to be my milky breeding cow, ready to be used and drained whenever I want.

When I do bark, shock me anyway because you don’t want to hear me make any noise.