Punishing cows was a reasonably regular event on the farm, but the purification of a cow caused quite a stir, and so even members from far away had flown in.

Scott, her handler, was assembling the needed materials. Her stomach dropped when he rolled out the stand and the bag for the enema. Her body began to jerk and pull at the restraints when she started to realize what “purification” meant entirely.

“ladies and gentlemen, before you today, we have a cow who requires purification. She hasn’t developed the ability to control herself yet, so we have restrained her up here for this display. Because this is her fourth punishment for the act of masturbation, she will have her body cleansed and then manipulated to the point of exhaustion by orgasm.” Scott laughed to himself and then proclaimed, “Luckily for you, but unluckily for her, the Master has proclaimed that she will receive no less than five orgasms while being cleared.”

Scott looked down at his charge with a rare hardness in his eyes. “Do you understand how hard that will be, cow? Your ass is to be full of liquid until you cramp. Then, you will be brought to the point of orgasm. Because you are powerful, we will have to go to, let’s say, girthy measures to ensure you keep the cleansing agent inside of you.”

Betty Ann began to feel the weight of the tears form behind her lids. She knew she had brought this on herself, but she was worried now.

Stroking her flank and leaning down to whisper, he said, “It’s too late for regrets, little one. I’m sure by the time this is all over, you’ll be glad we took these steps.”

Kissing her one last time, he drew back and hardened his eyes again. Looking directly at her, he shouted loud enough for the crowd to hear, “Bring out the milk and molasses enema and the size four plug.”

A gasp from the assembled group brought Betty Ann back to herself, and she began to pull and tug again at the restraints.

Scott fussed. “Oh, no. None of that. Looks like you need to be restrained by your tits, my dear. I cannot be of good conscience and let your bottom escape this punishment.” turning to address the crowd, he continued, “We have decided to start with milk and molasses because this cow insists on breaking the rules repeatedly. Perhaps the gas produced by this concoction will be sufficient to convince her to change her ways.”

He brought his hands to her breasts and began to rub his fingers over her nipples until they pebbled beneath his hand. Betty Ann thrashed beneath him when she saw the cruel clamps he intended to apply to them. They were shaped like clip-on earrings but with a wider base designed to accommodate the sensitive tip of a nipple.

The ones he chose had heavy rhinestones adorning the center and dangling almost to the floor. She whined as he flipped the closures and then tightened them down with a small screw.

“Now, those won’t go anywhere soon.” Grabbing both extensions, he pulled them up and unceremoniously let them drop with the weight of gravity. The tug elicited another high-pitched whine from Betty Ann, as it felt as if her nipples were being pulled off her body.

Reaching around to rub his hand through her slit, he held it aloft to show the crowd. “As you can see, this cow is unusually responsive to punishment. This was another reason the farm chose to purify her. Tonight, we will use her cunt to help bring her to orgasm, but the majority of her stimulation will come from the rear stimulation of the g-spot.”

To illustrate his point, Scott reached down and spread the two globes of her ass for the people surrounding her to inspect. “We’ll likely go in here with something like this.”

Dropping her ass, he picked up a hose and balloon from the table of equipment. “We all know how strong you are and how hard it will be for you to keep the cleansing fluid in for the entire time, so we are going to help you by using this to stop up your ass. He held the ballon aloft and began to pump it up before her. When it was approximately three inches across, he grinned.

“This is halfway, darling. Your ass is about to be filled and stretched. You will then orgasm until you leak from around this. Then, the setting will be adjusted, and you will be forced to do it all again. The final orgasm is usually painful enough to make you lose control of your bodily functions, so we have accounted for that.”

From there, he began.

Betty Ann hung her head as she felt the cold lube press inside her asshole. It started with his thumb, but soon, she could feel the intrusion of the hard rubber nozzle meant to fill her with milk and molasses. It was a vile solution, and the sadist had heated it to be slightly below body temperature. This made it react much faster and begin the slow expansion of her gut through the release of gas.

Scott pushed the silicone tube until it reached its desired depth. At that point, the expandable balloon was deeply embedded in her ass.

“Before I turn the valve and begin filling this cow with cleanser, I invite you to watch her face as I pump up this balloon to the first level.” He began pumping with his hand, and Betty Ann felt the ball swell.

A thickness began forming in her ass. It was heavy inside of her but also light. With each pump click, Betty Ann felt the balloon inflate a little bigger. After five or six pumps, Betty Ann’s mouth was agape, and she was vigorously pulling at the restraints to try to get to her clit. When her frustrated attempts ended in no friction, she hung her head and looked down at her massive breasts swinging below her. The rhinestones on her nipples were wet with milk as they began flowing from her.

Scott directed the crowd to her cunt. “As you can see. This is a very needy cow. Watch what happens as I fill her guts with the cleansing liquid.”

Sure enough, as the liquid descended from the bag into her plugged ass, she began to wiggle and squirm with the temperature of it. However, she also began clenching her pussy so that her nether lips quivered and glistened with her building arousal.

“Time to give this cow something to think about.” Scott brought Betty-Ann’s face to his, “That’s the first allotment, cow. You are taking it well, but I must admit that I am anxious to see actual tears fall from those eyes.” Picking up the paddle, he held it aloft for her to see.

“I think several strokes with this will help you understand the error of your ways. I know how much you enjoy your orgasms after spankings. I wonder how you will feel if there is no orgasm. Will you still love it just for the pain it gives you? I know I will love it for the milk I’ll extract from you after this session is over. You’ll be lucky if you see the light of day for a week. You’ll be attached to the machines so much.”

Betty-Ann braced herself as he stood behind her. “Because she will wear the hose during her strikes, I will focus on her upper thighs. Betty-Ann, nod when you are ready to begin.”

Bessie Blanco