The barn

Everyone is happy once the contract is signed. Happiest of all is Annabell. Mr. McHappymoo gives her a package containing a pair of black and white cow pattern stockings which she is instructed by her new owner to put on. As she eagerly does so daddy is offered to accompanying them to the barn where Annabelle will be housed. He of course agree.

As a final thing Mr. McHappymoo writes something on his computer then pull something out of it. Annabelle is ordered to bend over the desk which she happily does. Mr. McHappymoo presses the thing against her lower back, rigth above her but and Annabelle feel a sudden warm feeling in her skin. Looking back she sees she has been stamped with a barcode and serial number above her ass.

“That’s nifty.” Daddy comments

“You have no idea. In the olden days they used to stab the cowgirls with ink-dipped needles to mark their skin. Or make them wear their serial number in their ears. Some really awfull people even burned their marks into the cowgirls skin with hot irons.” Mr. Mchappymoo is visibly angry and disgusted by what he is saying.

“Now the girls don’t need to endure any discomfort, she is in the federal cowgirl database, and if anyone needs to know any information about her she they can simply scan her ass.” Mr. McHappymoo explains, visibly very happy with the improwed ways to treat cowgirls. Annabelle feels proud, she is finally in all the ways officially a cowgirl.

Annabell is giggling with excitement as her old and new daddy herd her. Spanking her behind to make her go and steer here. This causes her to ghasp happily and giggling prance forward a bit. Then she stops and bend forward a little to invite a new directional slap on her well shaped behind.

“So the name, Happy Moo farm. There’s a story behind that” daddy asks before giving his daughters buttocks a delightful pat.

“I named it after my mom.” Mr McHappymoo responds.

“Really?” Daddy asks, looking at Mr. McHappymoo sensing an interesting story.

“I was raised by the state parental institute. They did a good job but I always wondered who my mother was. Turns out she was a cowgirl who was named happy moo. Once I found out I wanted to know more about cowgirls and fell in love whit them. So, I got my cowgirl certification and started up my won farm. I had it rough at the beginning but I was determined. Then I found out that my mothers contract was being auctioned. So I bought it and brought my mom home. She was so productive and good with the other cowgirls that business started going good. I loved my mother, the way she always moo’d with a smile on her face. Her content face when she was milked. She was one of the most productive cowgirls I have ever had the pleasure of owning. After I changed my last name and the farm name in her honor I have had a thriving business.”

Annabelle listens intently to Mr. McHappymoo’s story and wonders if one of her future sons will one day be inspired to by her. Bending forward her daddy gives her one final slap, sending her skiting infront of large door of one of the barns.

“Here we are then.” Mr. McHappymoo declares before opening the door.

The sound a woman makes as she is gently masturbating is soft and tender, not very loud. When hundreds of women sound like that in an encosed space like a barn it is remarkably loud.

In neat rows they are aranged. Hundreads of cowgirls wearing matching cowprint stockings. The special milking chairs have them knealing with support on their hips and shoulders. Their asses in the air at all times, exposing their pussy at a comfortable level. Their tits and for many of them pregnant bellies hang freely under them. Their arms holding onto handles or placed under their heads. In each cowgirl seems to have personalized settings of their milking chairs based on their own comfort preference. Every single woman has a pair of milkers attached to her nipples. Listening carefully Annabelle is able to hear the rhythmic swhosing sound of the machine pressurizing and depressurizing. The majority of moans she realizes is when the milkers pressurize.

She is no longer herded by the two men. Rather she walks after Mr. McHappymoo staring at the cowgirls. They are so close to one another that their shoulders almost touch. Their tits are so big it’s hard to determine what cup size they are. Most of their bellies are swollen. Carrying decuplets means that even those early in their pregnancy are swollen. Those in the late stages have had pillows placed under them so that their massive baby bumps don’t scrape into the floor. As they walk behind the girls Annabelle notice that they all are dripping wet from arousal. Some look at the people bringing the new girl with curiosity, most just relax into their milking seat and ignore them. As they walk along Annabelle can’t help but think that they all look comfortable.