As he brought his hands up, he addressed the crowd. “Gentlemen, I have brought this cow here to be punished. She is guilty of the crime of pleasuring herself during milking. This cow is a repeat offender and therefore has been brought before you to teach a lesson.”

Turning back to Betty-Ann, he held up a hose attached to a bag filled with a clear liquid. “This is Castile soap, with a very special additive, a slight touch of peppermint oil. Not only will this clean your nasty bottom so that the men her may use you, it will produce a delicious burn that may just help you remember to keep your hands off yourself when asked.”

With little more ceremony, the guards walked Betty-Ann into position and held her there while the top was closed over her hands and her neck. The MC came up and began assembling the milking apparatus that he was going to attach to her hanging milky globes. The crowd gasped as he expertly rubbed and pinched her nipples and aereola until the milk expressed ran down his fingers in rivulets.

Turning to the machine, he grabbed the suction cups and quickly lifted each breast by the nipple. Tugging her nippled into the machine, the MC then turned up the pressure until Betty-Ann began to sway and move her hips looking for any type of friction.

“As you can see, this cow is extremely aroused. Come around and I’ll show you.”

The men dutifully got their drinks and meandered to where they could see her bent over rear.

Pulling her cheeks apart, caused a small rivulet of liquid to escape her glistening slit and roll down her leg.

“This passage is open to be fucked now, my friends. Would anyone like to make use before we get started with her official punishment regime?”

One gentleman came forward and placed his drink on the table next to the stocks. He worked on his belt as two assistants came from the side to unzip his pants. Betty-Ann assumed they were his personal slaves even though they were male. When his dick was removed from his pants, he motioned for the assistants to take their places.

“Open your mouth, whore.” He shoved his half hard cock into her mouth. Reasoning that she might be able to cum if he fucked her, Betty-Ann went to work on his cock with the fury of a thousand suns.

She slurped and sucked the large member even though the restraints of the stocks didn’t allow her much movement of her head.

As she licked his thick penis, his assistants had cmopletly removed his pants and taken position kneeling around their master. On was behind him holding open his cheeks and rimming him while the other simply cradled his master’s balls in his hand and occasionally gave a gentle but well timed squeeze.

After was completely hard, the first man changed positions and went to mount her from the rear. He stroked himself twice, lined up with her hole, and then dove into her so fast it made her head spin. The mushroom head of his dick tapped her g-spot slowly at first, but as the pumping of the milking machine echoed in her ears, she felt him match it’s rhythm and speed.

She was being sucked and fucked at the same time. Each time the suction cups clamped down on her tits, he nudged her g-spot with his dick. Squeeze, nudge, squeeze, nudge.

After only a few moments of this, she came. Squirting all down her leg and wetting the groin of the man fucking her.

With all the liquid, he increased his pace and finished inside of her just as she was coming down from her high.

The next few men took their turns, Betty-Lou was averaging an orgasm a man, so she was happy. The thought of the enema scared her, but she was starting to become even more aroused than before. While climaxing yet again on the hard dick in her snatch, she forgot completely about what was to come.

After the last man had his turn, Betty-Lou saw the men return to their chairs surrounding the stage. Some had slaves, others were solitary. The slaves were busy cleaning their Masters’ cocks, while the men alone were simply laying back and stroking themselves and the MC made to take the punishment to the next level.

“Now that we have had some fun there, it’s time to get her cleaned up so that we can utilize her anal passage completely. Can’t have her getting us dirty, can we?”

The crowd chuckled as the cold silicone tube slipped past her tight ring and pushed its way up into her guts.

When the MC turned the nozzle open, Betty-Lou felt the warm contents of the enema fill her bottom. It immediately began to itch deep inside of her.

She thought that would be the worse of it until the clamps started.

The bloating was a feeling of tightness blosseming in her guts. It was only uncomfortable, but Betty-Lou knew the goal was for her to be in pain. As the gas from the soap and oil built up in the abdomen, it caused her stomach to expand.

“Look, gentlemen, she’s starting to be a little distended from the volume this solution. I’m thinking this will be a good place to hold for a moment and let her feel the weight of her decisions.”

The cramps involuntarly contractions began to cause sharp a sharp pain to spread in her core. It felt like some one was a squeezing or twisting her insides. She knew if the stocks weren’t holding her up, she would collapse into a heap on the floor.

Betty-Lou’s breathing was starting to become short. The sensation of pressure and fullness in the abdomen made it difficult to breathe deeply or even wiggle her bottom freely.

“While this cow is waiting for the cleansing power of the soap and oil to work on her bottom, I thought we might try to collect some milk from her manually. Remove the suction cups and lets have some fun with those milk filled tits.”

A cheer from the crowd distracted Betty-Lou from the itch that had turned into a burn deep inside of her. When the cups from the machine were pulled off, the cold air hit her and made her hanging nipples pebble.

The men were very interested in her breasts. She didn’t know what could be in it for them until she saw a male slave approach her, kneel down and begin milking her tits slowly and methodically. Her milk was so full and heavy it poured out of her and into a mother of pearl dish he set below her. Carrying it back to his Master, Betty-Lou watched as the slave poured the cream into his mouth while stroking his Master’s penis.

The next man to approach her was much more rough with her tender breasts. He grabbed them and began squeezing right at the nipple. It was more of a pinch and made her cold hard tips hurt even deeper. He made a little game of picking up the weight of her breast by her nipple and then dropping it back down to watch it bounce against the gravity where they were suspended from her bent over body.

After that, two men approached her and knelt to bring their mouths to her breasts. Using their hands to knead and press on her, the looked into each other’s eyes as they swallowed gulp after gulp of sweet cream.

Betty-Lou’s bottom was full of the wicked solution now and the tender affection of these two Master’s made her cunt clench and leak. She wiggled her bottom, only to receive a sharp smack from the MC.

“Stay still cow. They are not finished with you yet.”

The next man came up and began squeezing her mounds to make the milk expel at a faster rate. He then took hold of the nipple and aimed it at the the MC. Soon, a milk fight erupted between the MC and the man using her breasts to squirt each other with her milk. By the time they were finished, they were laughing and had their faces covered in creamy milk. Several slaves appeared to lick the cream from their faces as Betty-Lou squirmed and wiggled in the stocks with the firefly soap enema doing it’s job.

She felt like she was going to explode the caustic liquid all over herself, and she imagined how it would look when her ass powerfully shot out the soap she had been forced to hold through the torment of her breasts.

“Prepare yourselves, gentlemen. I’m going to release the pressure on the balloon in her ass and allow that soap out of her guts. Let’s hope it does it’s job and cleans her out so that we can use that passage.”

“Are you ready, my dear?” He took a last moment to lift her face to his with his finger. Betty-Lou frantically nodded as pinpricks of tears started to form behind her eyes. The MC finally released the valve and she felt the hot liquid rush out of her ass and flow down her legs.

The crowd gave a light round of applause and she heard movement around her as the men stood and began to approach the stage like a hungry pack of wolves. Most had their dicks out, but those that didn’t were unzipping on their way up to the stage.