"Who brought her in?" Anthony felt his cock hardening in his pants at the idea of such a sweet and innocent little heifer in his barn. He could feel his heart softening to her when he looked at her little figure. He felt the unusual urge to protect her from the cruelties and realities of hucow life and make her transition as gentle and soft as possible.

She was such a beautiful and soft creature. He admired how her black hair fell down her back in wavy rivulets, partially covering her massive breasts and hanging in front of her.

"Standard recruit from a hucow job fair we hold yearly on the property. Although she is unique in that she's quite young for a hucow, Sir." The manager flipped back a few pages and complained about her intake notes.

"Yes, sir, here it is," he showed farmer brown the paperwork, "She's a virginal 30-year-old hucow. It's a rare treat. She has the maturity needed for this position yet has no experience."

Farmer Anthony's grin spread across his face. He leaned on the milking table before him and again considered Betty's small frame.

"Poor thing. We shall have to do something about that. Have her delivered to bath number seven. Leave her file there for me, will you?:

"Sir. Right away."

Within moments, Betty-Marie was led to the lavish bath. Even though she was surrounded by literal gold and elegance, she was nervous.

There were so many people; she didn't know she would have this big audience when she was cleaned for the first time.

Betty Marie looked over to her left side, where two male attendants stood. These attendants were also naked; they held a medical gadget. She noticed the butterflies in her stomach begin to swirl around with nervous anticipation of what that equipment was for.

Looking to her right, she saw three female attendees.

"We are here to help you, miss. We understand this might be strange and uncomfortable for a new hucow, so we are here to help. All three women were naked, with neat little triangles of pubic hair adorning their mounds. All three wore collars with small bells attached to them, emitting a light jingle every time they moved. Two came forward and removed gently removed her clothes.

She wasn't wearing much. Just her collar and a corset that helped hold up her enormous milk-filled breasts. The women's sounds were all soft and soothing. They spoke in soft coos to each other as they removed her collar.

"Trust us, miss." The blonde whispered to her as she rubbed her hands all over Betty Marie's shoulders, massaging the low ache from her heavy load in front. "We are trained to help all Hucows learn to enjoy anal sex. Please, miss, relax; let us do what we need to do to make you the best hucow possible."

Betty Marie recoiled at the mention of anal sex. She stuck out her bottom lip and felt it begin to quiver from fear and confusion. "But I'm a Hucow. I'm meant to be bred and milked. I'm not supposed to have anal sex. It's, well, it's wrong."

The three girls all laughed, "I promise you. By the end of today, you will be convinced it doesn't feel wrong. We know you will beg us to fuck your ass soon with the upcoming cleaning. It's fine, darling. Now lay back and relax."

Closing in on her, they all put their hands on her body. Hands were massaging her massive white mounds of fleshy breast, hands were rubbing her ears, shoulders, and back, and hands were pressing on her hips.

She felt the corset release and watched as her breasts began to droop from the lack of support.

"Well, that's no fun." The blonde remarked. Running her hands over Betty Marie's breasts, she squeezed and manipulated while pinching and tugging at Betty Marie's nipples. "Here," using her fingers, she pinched Betty's nipples and began lifting her heavy breast by them.

The reflection in the mirror looked absurd. Three women fawned over every inch of her body while one held Betty's breast by the nipple. Twisting and turning her fingers, she made direct eye contact with Betty Marie and spoke, "I think we need to keep these more stimulated. Part of the problem is that you are not horny enough to beg for anal sex. For that reason, the masters have brought us here and told us we are not to leave until you are begging us to find a bull to fuck your ass properly. There is nothing like an orgasm there, and once you try it, you will become addicted and want it all the time."

Betty sincerely doubted their enthusiasm for anal sex, but their soft hands and whispers of encouragement felt so good she relaxed her body and allowed herself to be pulled forward by her nipples toward the blond.

Before she leaned in to pull Betty Marie into a kiss, she felt the other two girls stop tickling her and lift her hair.

As the blonde's kiss deepened, Bettye Marie felt her nipples tugging up further before her. A cold leather strap wrapped around her neck, and before the kiss ended, Betty felt chains dangling down her shoulders.

Breaking her kiss, the blonde leaned back and smiled at Betty. "This collar is special because it will lift your udders so we can best play with them and pump from them. As much as I like holding your pink little rosebud in my fingers, these do a much better job."

The blond raised a nasty-looking pair of clover clamps. Betty Marie had a visceral reaction and covered her breasts with her hands.

The two women soothed her again. She was taking her arms and holding them down to the side. The brunette started nibbling on her ear. "Don't worry, it only hurts for a second, and then, it's bliss. Trust us."

Betty Marie felt one finger work its way down to her sex. She didn't know which woman it was, but she knew it was pure electricity when after circling her clit for a few seconds, she made direct contact with a firm hard press.

Just as her clit was pressed into her body, the blonde released the clamps onto Betty Marie's upturned nipples. True to their word, it was bliss. Soon, the clamps were secured in place on her collar, and she looked down to see her breasts suspended by her nipples

Betty considered the electricity flowing from her crushed nipples through every erogenous zone in her body. She both hated and loved the clamps. Clover clamps tightened as they were pulled, so it was guaranteed to hold her breast in position. That part was good, but crushing the sensitive bud was the cost of that efficiency. That constant squeezing pressure made her cunt wet and clench in bright waves of lust.

Immediately, Betty felt the juices pool within her from the fire in her core. The constant tug from her milky nipples, now hanging from a collar around her neck, made her dizzy with desire.

The blond had taken to kissin' the underside of her breasts to distract her from the bite of the clamp. There was also that finger working so expertly at her clit.

"Now, ladies." The two men in lab coats chuckled as they set up the equipment, "Remember that she has to orgasm with Anthony. Any other orgasms are unnecessary."

The redhead nuzzled Betty Marie's neck and whispered, "They are all like that. Ignore them. The. Today's most important thing is that we get you cleaned and feeling wonderful before your next session."

"I know you are scared to have a gigantic cock in your ass. We've all been there. I'm hoping you'll conclude, as we have, that some days you just need a good hard fuck in the ass. It's a different kind of orgasm. It, well, it feels deeper."

The other girls nodded as they led her to the lavish tub filled with lilac-smelling bubbles. Slipping beneath the suds, Betty Marie was only slightly disappointed that the clamps didn't slip off.

Soon, the woman had her covered with lilac and rose soaps, scrubbing every part of her except her sex. They took her hands and arms and used loofas to softly exfoliate her skin, immediately following with scented oils to leave her skin feeling like silk. Her hair was gathered and lathered while she reclined; the women took their time and only stopped massaging her body when an attendant rang a small bell from the nook.

Suddenly, the woman became visibly excited, chittering and fussing over her to finish the business of cleaning her. Hurridly draping her in a soft white robe, they all made their way over to a lavishly set table.

At the head of the table was the same Mahogahy bull who had made notes about her during the intake exam on the examination table. As the women filed into the seats beside her, the bull gestured to her with his hand so she could join him at the head of the table.

She gingerly sat down next to him and waited by his side.

Taking a glass of champagne from a passing wait staff, the bull lifted his glass towards the women surrounding him. "To you, my dear. Welcome to McCreary farms."