Lisa looked around the barn, wondering when the farmer would get back. Her back ached, the muscles in her bound legs and arms screamed, and her nipples burned.
She’d been hooked up to the milking machine, alongside dozens of other women, and left there for hours, long after her “udders,” as the farmer called them, had gone dry for the day.
Every so often, at random moments as far as she could tell, a twin pair of dildos hooked up to more machinery would move forward into her cunt and ass, lubricating themselves as they moved, then begin to fuck her mercilessly for anything from a few minutes to a couple of hours.
“Just be a hucow. It’s the easy life,” her older sister had told her.
“Easy? What’s easy about it?” she wondered. “I mean, five orgasms in and your mind starts to go sideways… And I have to do this all over again tomorrow and the next day and the next… for the next six years!”
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