Susan’s Journey—Chapter 1 [M30/f30, BDSM, hucows, masturbation, milking, willing transformation]

He led her to a building on the side of the mansion. It was beautifully appointed with marble and crystal chandeliers. The twinkling lights instantly made her relax immediately. A woman in what appeared to be a casual sundress under her white lab coat approached with a clipboard. “I’ll get her ready, Master Jason.” The woman took her by the hand and gently helped her to a large ornate door with “you are our blessing” engraved on the wooden panels. She felt the stress start to leave her body. That was until the door shut and she was in a large stone room with what looked like milking equipment along the walls. There were rails set up at various heights around the room. The woman did a quick assessment and moved her toward a rail set exactly at the height of her cunt.

“Remove your clothes and straddle the rail. Make sure your cunt lips go around the rail and that your clit is making full contact with the metal please.” Susan’s eyes went wide at the idea and she froze. “Please hurry. I’d hate to have to introduce you to our consequences this early on. I assure you, they are necessary to keep things all in order, but they are certainly not pleasant. The rail is electrified. So if you give us trouble, we give your cunt a little shock. Hop on up.” Trying not to displease the woman and receive a shock to her pussy, Susan disrobed quickly and straddled the rail. She felt the cold metal against the tight bundle of nerves on her clit. The woman pushed her back with her hand and forced Susan to lean forward so that the weight of her body rested fully forward. From there, the woman tightened the restraints around her ankles so that she could not change positions or shift her weight.

Then, she pushed down on Susan's back and had her rest her sternum on the rail with one breast on each side. When she was finally in position, Susan could see that this put her in the perfect position to be both milked and fucked without interference.

Inspecting her cunt from behind her, the woman snapped a few pictures and proclaimed, “You are lucky! Jason just like you. He asks that most girls start using a dilator early on to accommodate his size, he must be keeping your hole small for a reason. Now hold still while I get the machines ready.” Susan didn’t know what she meant exactly. She was a virgin; was that why her hole was considered small? Was he going to penetrate her there? What did that have to do with milking? Her mind whirled at the possibility of being taken like this, straddled on the bar for all to see in this large room. How would it feel if he opened her virgin hole? Would it hurt her clit when he forced her weight forward with each thrust?
She was afraid, but the as the pressure on her clit grew, she began to weep from her core. It made her excited. Very excited. It all felt so deliciously naughty and good. Looking down at her ample breasts swinging around the bar, Susan sighed and rested her head.

After moving some nozzles and hoses around, the woman approached with two suction types and placed them on the bench in front of her. “I’m going to get you ready and prepped, but Jason has asked to do the honors of your first milking.” With that, she used her fingers to pinch Susan’s nipples and roll them back and forth. A moan formed deep in her belly as she felt the electric touch of the technician’s fingers. As it broke free from her lips, the woman gave her a disapproving look.

“You’ll need to get that in check, girl or they will have to gag you. Can’t be disturbing any of the others. This building serves for both inspections and breeding. It is incredibly important to make the environment conducive to the cows’ and bulls' productivity so that they are relaxed and content while they create the friction needed to keep the cows lactating.

They don’t need some moaning heifer disturbing their creation time.” Susan turned her eyes up to the woman in what she could only pin as abject horror at the terms “cows and bull and heifers.” What had she gotten herself into here?

The woman seemed to notice. “Oh, sweetie. Don’t worry. We have been extracting human milk on this farm for over 100 years! The original overseer, Jason’s great grandfather, discovered the formula for the lactation serum.” As she spoke, she continued to massage a heavy cream into Susan’s areolas and breasts. Susan was having trouble containing the sounds that the ministrations had on her. But she didn’t want to be gagged. She felt her pussy begin to gush with viscous fluid; she wanted to be good for Master Jason since he had rescued her and brought her to this paradise. No one here had made fun of her or made her feel small. She was not exactly comfortable, but she was excited.

“So as I was saying, for the serum to work to its maximum effect, the “cow” needs to be stimulated vaginally. Master Jason will be your first, so you’ll have that to look forward to. Most of our girls claim he is the best, especially with the folks new to the facility.”

Susan’s breasts began to become sore.  Looking down, she noticed that her breasts were swelling.  They were beautiful, but they were so large they didn’t even look like hers.  It was foreign and alien and lovely.

At this point, the man Susan knew as Jason, came in dressed in his same jeans and boots, but he had exchanged the jacket from earlier with a white coat. “Thank you, Jeanne. I can take it from here. Oh, and would mind getting the tray of dilators ready for me? I’m very worried about how small she is and I don’t want to tear her apart. And take away the machine. I will be doing this one by hand.”

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