Daily routine

Three days has passed since Natasha begin her new life, she is still an underop spy but being requested to disguised as different role of her career, she was once a high society model then become a sex **** which then latter becomes her master ''Brian'' personal dog. However, due to her last mission, she is further instructed to hid herself for some time until her master provide her further notice.

Natasha's daily routine as a milk cow on the farm followed a predictable pattern. She currectly spending her days inside the barn. Each morning, she would be led to the milking area by Jim and Heather, the soft whirring of the milking machine greeting her like an old friend. The rhythmic suction of the milking cups against her swollen breasts became a familiar sensation, eliciting a mixture of discomfort and strange arousal. Natasha's breath caught in her throat as she felt a sense of surrender wash over her. As the milking machine hummed rhythmically, Jim approached Natasha with a familiar device in hand - the dildo pumping machine. Natasha's heart quickened at the sight of the machine, knowing that it was time for her daily pussy stimulation. With a sense of resignation, she braced herself for the invasive yet oddly pleasurable sensation.

She wears nothing but only her collar. The weight of the silver collar around her neck served as a constant reminder of her new identity as a human cattle on the farm. Jim's gaze held a mixture of tenderness and authority as he guided her towards the milking stall, a silent reassurance that she was in safe hands.

Heather followed closely behind, her presence a comforting presence as they reached the stall. The soft whir of the milking machine filled the air, a symphony of mechanical sounds that underscored Natasha's new reality as a milk cow.

Natasha's mind drifted as she surrendered to the repetitive motions of the milking process.

Jim approached with a feeding tube in hand. "It's time for your feeding," he said, his voice gentle yet firm. Natasha's heart quickened at the sight of the tube, her mind racing with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. She nodded slowly, allowing Jim to position the feeding tube near her mouth.

Jim positioned the feeding tube near Natasha's mouth, the end of it releasing a steady flow of nutritious liquid. Natasha's lips parted hesitantly as she felt the warm substance trickle into her mouth. The taste was rich and satisfying, filling her senses with a comforting sweetness. She swallowed the nourishment, feeling a sense of warmth spreading through her body. As the feeding tube continued to dispense the food, Natasha's initial apprehension gave way to a sense of calm acceptance. The rhythmic flow of the liquid mirrored the gentle hum of the milking machine, creating a soothing cadence in the stall. Jim watched closely, his eyes reflecting a mixture of care and concern for Natasha's well-being.

Natasha's milk cow life is now compose of milking, pussy stimulation by the dildo pumping machine and eating from the food tube.