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Chapter 6 by CocksleeveDottie CocksleeveDottie

Where are you going?

Other- a Farm Cow

Thanks for the suggestion vader634

A dozen men of varying shapes, sizes, and ages, are outside. Waiting for you. They look over your naked used body with hunger.

Before you can say anything, the men Swarm you and lift you up in the air and outside. While you do get lowered onto your feet, you still don't get to move yourself as you are spun and pushed into the arms of each of the men, one after the other.

Hands grope you and tease your sensitive body.

Jizz from your Internet Friend leaks out of your well-used fuckhole and onto the ground.

It doesn't take much fondling to have you begging, and the men love to see it. One of the larger men pushes you down onto your knees. You look up, but his gut stops you from seeing his face from where you are. No matter, the most important thing is right in front of you, a fat cock.

He's huge. Your jaw strains to take it all, and the heat coming off it is making you dizzy. So dizzy that he has to take control, turning a blowjob from you into a skullficking from him.

When he cums, it's so thick, it covers your face and each mouthful you slide down into your mouth is like a chewy cream. They're talking about you, about where you're going after they're done fucking you where you are.

a new life awaits you, Bre... where will your choices take you?

Other
maybe you notice one of the crowd hasn't spoken up? Or maybe you run for your car and back to Doug? Careful about your speed, or you might get pulled over

One of the older men paid a lot of attention to your tits, kept calling them milk jugs. As it turned out, he was your Internet Friend's Older Brother and he had something special in mind for you.

Dalton's Dairy District

Bre let out a low moo before rolling onto all fours and crawling off of her bed. Your heavy udders and enormous pregnant belly drag against the floor, causing your slutty cow cunt to dribble. The cowbell hanging from your neck announces your movement, so Farmer Dalton will be arriving soon.

It's been... five years. Half a decade since your phone was smashed and your cards cut up in front of you.

Five years on Farmer Dalton's Farm, though it was so large it was almost like a miniature country. It even had it's own special laws that meant none of Doug's efforts to free you could succeed. So long as you were a fertile milkcow, Farmer Dalton could hold you as property.

You crawled over to your work station, a cross between a milking machine and a fucking machine. Whenever you weren't pregnant, they would have you over your holes tonthe farm workers while you were milked. But with you currently pregnant, they just had a machine fuck you stupid.

You have no idea what's come of your children, they were taken as soon as you had finished weaning them off of your milk and then it was back to being milked and bred or fucked.

"There's my lovely cow," Farmer Dalton declared warmly before pushing his cock in your face. As usual, you lick his large balls and up the length of his cock before swallowing him whole. He grabs the cow horns they implanted onto your skull and uses them to slid your head up and down his shaft.

When he cums, you swallow his thick load, something that took months to achieve during your training, and let yourself be installed into your machine. The fucking and milking feels so good, you can barely imagine being anywhere else.

What Next?

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