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Luisteren én lezen

Bessie Hucow

Sheila came to the farm to bust up the illegal Hucow ring, but she found herself on the wrong end of the law as the tables are turned and she must take a dose of her own medicine. Two strong, powerful farmhands lead her to the milking barn where she is relieved of both her dignity and her rich cream. Will they take her hard and without protection or will she find a way to wiggle out of the mess she made?

Excerpt:

I didn't care that my supervisor didn't want to pursue the matter. As a woman, I was affronted by what was happening on the Hucow farm. I mean, really? Hucows? Women who have been turned into endless milking machines for men's pleasure? I was going to change that. If my boss wouldn't let me do it officially, I was going to take them down unofficially. All I needed to do was get inside and find evidence that they were up to no good.

Since I was off duty, I dressed casually, with only mace and my handcuffs with me and an unmarked car I "borrowed" from HQ. I went in silent, parked about a quarter of a mile away and walked to the farm. It was the middle of the night, so I didn't really expect there to be many people up at the Hucow farm, but I could see some lights off in the distance.

I grated my teeth together when I thought about what those poor women must be going through. I had done enough research to know what kind of depraved acts they were forced to endure. Can you imagine having pumps hooked up to your breasts and being treated no better than a cow? To what end?

The gravel crunched under my feet and I furtively looked around to make sure I wasn't being followed. That was the last thing I wanted. I had staked out the place earlier and knew that there was a weak point in the fence. I looked for that and quietly slipped inside unnoticed.

The first thing I noticed is that it looked like an average, ordinary dairy barn. The only difference was that the stalls were smaller and looked to have amenities. I crept closer and saw iPads and other fancy devices stashed there. I'm quite certain that real cows would have no need of such fanciful things.

I wondered what it was like to sit there and be milked. Did it hurt? Making sure no one was around, I studied the equipment. Just how big were these Hucow breasts, anyway? These suction pumps were huge! I lifted my shirt and put one over my average-sized breast and it made me feel extremely small. I tried to get into their mindset and sat down, with the pumps situated over my breasts. What would they do while being milked?

I picked up the tablet and saw that there was a lot of erotica on there. Erotica? Did these woman actually read this stuff? I pulled off the over-sized pumps and looked around some more. I was supposed to be looking for evidence of illegal activity so that I could get this place shut down, but now that I was here, I was very curious as to this lifestyle. Were these women here against their will or had they chosen to walk this path?

Who were these girls? Just your average, ordinary women who had no direction in their life and needed something to make them feel useful? I couldn't imagine anything else. I stumbled upon what looked to be a medicine barrel of some kind. I stiffened as I realized that this was probably where the girls got their Hucow pills.

Looking over my shoulder and seeing no one, I peered inside. My God, there was a ton of blue pills in there. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I grabbed one to take back with me to HQ. If it came back as an illegal substance they'd have enough to take them down.

Before pocketing the pill, I examined it. It wasn't a large pill, but I knew exactly what it was for. So innocuous, yet so powerful. Again, I wondered what it would feel like to be a Hucow. I'd never been pregnant before and so had no experience to go on. I tried to imagine my breasts large and filled with luscious, silky milk.

PublishDrive

Cuffed & Stuffed

Cuffed & Stuffed (Part 1): Part 1

Sheila’s back and in more trouble than ever! What started out as a personal investigation into the Hucow farm, turned into a new way of life. After having been “handled” by Dirk and Bo, the security team, she must now come face to face with Jared Meyer, the farmer’s cocky, nineteen-year-old second in command. To say that he doesn’t approve of Sheila’s intrusion, would be an understatement. Find out what paces Jared puts her through in this thrilling part two of Cuffed & Stuffed. Will Jared take her hard and without protection? Will he be the only one?

Cuffed & Stuffed 2: Stuffed Harder

While waiting for her Hucow initiation with Farmer Jared, Sheila defies his orders to drop her investigation into the farm and finds out who is really running things. Armed with this information, she must make a decision that may very well make things worse. Much worse. Does she go through with the last leg of her initiation and let Jared and his buddies take turns with her very pregnant body or will she infiltrate into their secret business and risk herself to expose the nefarious activities of the farm?

Excerpt:

It had been a long, difficult six months of waiting. Oh the sex parties were fabulous. Nearly all the girls were pregnant or looking to become pregnant. Ever since my "indoctrination" with Jared, the Farmer's son and head of operations, I had been fully welcomed into the Hucow family.

Over the weeks and months as my belly grew, I came to know the other cows on the farm and realized that my initial assumption was unfounded. These women weren't being forced to do this - although I could see why it might look that way to an outsider - they wanted to be here. Other than the occasional rival or two, I made friends easily and found myself in the middle of debauchery that would put the inhabitants of Sodom and Gomorrah to shame. This was the life.

We were expected to work, however, and that work could be long and tedious. However, the cows here were a very playful bunch and we often played online games with each other while being milked to pass the time.

One thing I hadn't figured out yet, was the end game. What was it all for? Who was buying all this delicious, nutrient-rich milk? How long would we be here? What happens at menopause? Were we just sent out to pasture - ha ha ha?

Whenever I tried to find out, I was shut down immediately. I suspected that most of the cows didn't know and the ones who did weren't talking. Unlike the others, my mind wouldn't let me rest. I needed to know. As much as I loved this place, I got a very strange vibe about the goings on. In other words, something smelled in the fish market.

I decided to play it cool until I could figure out a plan. One night when I was a couple months pregnant, I begged off our nightly card game and instead dialed up a secure connection to an old friend who used to work for the NSA. If anyone could find out what these girls were up to, he could. I didn't want to shut them down - that may have been my initial reason for starting my whole investigation - but I couldn't rest until I knew what I was getting into.

"Hey, toots!" Jacob responded in his usual smarmy way."Long time no see. "

"Yeah, been kinda busy, " I whispered. I wasn't sure what kind of spying capabilities they had in this place, but I didn't want to take too many chances.

"I see. Rumors abound. So, what's up?"

I leaned back against my bunk and began unconsciously touching myself. Ever since becoming a Hucow I'd been so completely horny that I fondled myself at every opportunity. I also noticed that all the other girls did the same.

"Rumors?" I lifted my eyebrows."I should've known. "

"Yeah, no one's seen you for a few months. Some think you're dead. Others… well, let's forget about what others think."