“Miss, it’s time to get ready for the boss.” Paul was gently rocking her shouldar.

Susan sat up and stretched. Her body felt so good. It was like she had slept for eight hours and awoken feeling ten years younger. Susan was worried she would be sore from all the orgasms and ordeals of earlier, but there wasn’t a trace of soreness or pain. The only word she could think of to describe it was “invigorated.” Paul was kneeling and putting small delicate slippers on her feet.

“Oh, Paul. I feel so good!! Wow!” Susan stretched again and gave what may have been the biggest yawn of her life. “Talk about a power nap.”

“From what I hear from the other cows, serum is like that, miss. It revs you up and gives you the milk, but it is also restorative. Apparently, your body treats the milk like a self contained fountain of youth for your cells. You should probably get used to feeling this way, miss. It’s pretty normal around here.”

Susan chewed thoughtfully on her lower lip. “Paul, you said you work with the more mature cows in the morning. If milk is like a fountain of youth, why do cows still age? And what happens if and when a cow stops producing?”

“So many questions that would be better suited for the big man himself; although I warn you miss, he is a stern man who can come off as cruel from time to time. But I promise, everything I’ve seen in my four short weeks tells me that he will really like you.” Paul finished up fussing with her shoes and extended his hand to help her up.

“We are going up to the castle, so it is a bit of a ways and uphill the entire way.” He gesticulated to the mammoth plantation style building visible on the lawn. The rough cobblestone path up was lined in old growth oak trees and flowering shrubs immaculately manicured. The white columns wrapping around the porch glistened in the late afternoon dusk.

Just then, she saw a horse and carriage emerge from the side of the stables and turn towards them. As it approached, she heard Paul beside her, “Oh, I do love this part. It’s all just so…romantic.” Susan’s brain began to twist slightly. She was on a farm, preparing herself to be set up in a life of luxery and health, if she only gives over her entire body to these people and their product. True, it was exhilerating to know that her milk gave life sustaining and powerful properties that were more vaulable than gold, but at what cost? So far, she had been forced to orgasm on a metal bar and have a pubic enema. If that wasn’t the definition of weird, she didn’t really know what was.

But on the other hand, everyone here had been so kind to her. She had literally been treated like a queen. Like someone valued and worshiped. I guess, she figured, the milk produced from her body did deserve that and then she in turn got credit for being the body that produced that. She was about to be anally penetrated by a man for the first time and she could feel the fear begin to churn in the pit of her stomach. If the propertyies of the milk were true, she would sustain no lasting damage, but still. As big as he was rumored to be, there would still probably be damage to her ass and body tonight.

She thought back to the milking room and the smack that Jason delivered to her bare bottom and how it has startled and excited her. Yes, it had hurt, but it had also put her over the edge and into one of the best orgasms she had ever experienced.

Again, bewilderment and confusion seemed to reign as the exquisite carriage made its way to the path in front of them. When she drew near, she noticed that there were two unique seats in the carriage. The first one was up front with the driver. The second was located in the center of the carriage and looked like a sort of stool with a saddle affixed to the top. There was a bar for her to hold on to, but the height of the pillar made it impossible for her to touch the ground once she was astride. Realizing her predicament, Susan made a closer inspection of the saddle and noticed that sure enough, there was a slot to hold a plug.

“Go ahead and bend over, Susan. Spread your pretty cheeks and let me insert this plug. Trust me, it’s so much easier than lowering yourself. I can get it over with quickly; I worry you will hesitate and make it hurt even more. Now, bend, sister.” Lubing up the plug, Paul held it up for her inspection. It was longer than the one they had used on her before and more narrow. This one would penetrate her deeply, but keep her passage narrow. The only real thickness to the thing was at the bottom to make the base flare. Paul quickly and forcefully shoved it home as soon as Susan pulled cheeks apart. The shock sent her realing forward with such momentum that Paul had to steady her with his hand on her shoulder. Susan stayed bent to catch her breath as Paul stroked her back to sooth her. “I’m sorry, dear, but trust me, it’s the best way we know with things like this. I’m just going to warn you. The trip up to the castle will be quite, uh, well, intense is sometimes the best way to put it. The cobblestones make the ride quite jarring. My best advice is to relax and let your body move with the plug. The ride will not only prepare you for tonight, it will give you a taste of what our Master can do to you if you decide to make things more…complicated. That’s exactly what he wants for tonight–acceptance of your fate. Well, acceptance of your fate and to fuck your ass till the bed is a pile of kindling. Now, climb on up and I will fit the plug in the saddle. There’s usually quite a crowd for a cow’s first precession. Do try to be brave. The ones who cry are…frowned upon. This is your life and your fate. As you accept it, you accept your new life as a hucow of the MaCrary Ranch.”

Susan nodded and felt the full weight of her body shift from her feet to her crotch. The plug dug into her ass and there was no way to avoid or alleviate the intrusion. She used her hands to hold on to the bar in front and adjust her weight. If she pulled slightly, she noticed that she could rock forward just enough to put pressure on her clit. Discreetly, she reached down and opened her lips so that her little bundle rested directly on the rough seam in the leather. Within minutes, the carriage departed with Susan balanced on the platform.

As the wheels bumped and spun towards the mansion, she could feel the friction aggravate her core. The long plug jostled deep inside her. The cobble stones made if forcefully shift around in side of her, hitting all kinds of unexpected depths and angles.

True to his word, there were several patrons lining the path to the mansion. Women and men in modified ball gowns and tuxedos. The gowns were sewn to reveal, accentuate and support the women’s beautifully full breasts, while the men’s tuxedos seemed to consist of using chaps instead of pants. Susan found herself thinking of those men and her exposed clit. Leaning forward, she ground down into the leather creating a delightful little thrill up her spine.

From the corner of his eye, Paul saw her grind her hips and smiled to himself. She was a picture of perfection perched up there with the dildo up her ass. He could tell it’s effects were not lost on her. He felt his dick strain so hard it tapped his stomach with an uncontrollable twitch.

Soon, all Susan could see from the torturous pedestal were were cocks she wanted to fuck. Sure the women were beautiful and she thought all their breasts looked good enough to want to suck, but it was the cocks that she loved. She felt the fluid between her legs gather and threaten to spill over onto the leather seat. Oh, to be milking one of those big monsters while those hands milked her breasts. She was positively aching with need. Her thoughts were consumed with the idea of being filled as strong hands worked her tits to release the flow of milk building there.

Gazing at the patrons lining the path, Susan saw Mr. Copple turn and whisper to a masked brunette companion. Susan blushed as she thought of him working a woman over with his cock—performing as a bull. Susan imagined she could feel the stern man churning his dick deep inside her. The power and thrill of reducing him to his most base needs excited her in a way all the butt-plugs in the world never could.

Wrapped in the thoughts of coming encounters, her body was beginning to quiver in the saddle. A thin sheen of sweat covered plush skin and made her glisten in the early evening light. Wiggling slowly with the wagon’s rock, she felt herself moving closer and closer to orgasm. The heat was rising from her delicate bud and it was turbo charged by the deep intrusion into her ass.

Starting in her dangling toes, a jolt of electricity climbed her body, curling her toes and fingers and rolling her eyes to the back of her head. Her hardened nipples began to leak as streams of milk flowed down her body. It was the fluid between her legs dripping down onto the platform that caused her to blush and try to pull her bound hands to cover her face.

When a moan escaped Susan’s mouth, Paul turned around in his seat. Seeing her state, he nudged the driver and then took another appreciative look. His mounting desire for her was evident in both his lingering gaze and clearly erect penis. “Feel free to enjoy yourself now, Miss, but it may be best to keep all that under wraps once we get to the castle. The big boss can be a bit bossy about how the cows orgasm.

It was as if he had thrown cold water on her. She immediately went to the anxiety of meeting the Big boss. “It’s just that I’ve never seen anything like it, Paul. It’s…well, it’s exciting, is all.”

“It certainly is.” Paul brought his hand down on her shoulder as the wagon rocked them under the arch.