A heavy clank of the turning lock later, and Susan heard a voice she recognized she was sure she recognized. Without opening her eyes, she focused on relaxing her body and playing unconscious.

“What is she doing over there? Frankie. Pick her up and put her on the rail.” Copple walked over and squated in front of her.

“Oh, the riches you are going to make us, cow. Whether you want to or not.”

The bull named Frankie picked her up like a ragdoll and slung her over his shoundar. Susan reminded herself to relax her limbs and go limp. The advantage of being conscious when they thought she was not was a small advantage, but definately one she didn’t want to squander.

Placing her over the rail, Frankie was careful to spread her labia so that her clit rested right against the cold metal. It made her cringe internally, but she resolved not to let them see any of that.

When she was in place, Mr. Copple attached the milking equiptment with little ceremony. It was almost as if enslaving a woman against her will were part of everyday normal operations. He hed the suction devices close to her engorged tits so that they sucked in her nipples into the vaccum and held them in a small chamber while they were pumped for milk. It felt nothing like Master Jason’s skilled hands, but it seemed her body didn’t really know the difference. Her breasts were enlarged because she had not been milked in a while. She was overflowing and the slightest touch made her want to wiggle herself on the rail until she came.

“Will you need the whips, boss?” The one named Frankie had just finished placing her ropped hands in front of her on a hook to keep her in place on the rail.

“No. Not this time. Bring me the Lexan paddle and wake her up.”

Susan heard the crack of a vial and soon smelt the distinctive smell of salts under her nose. liftng her head away from the offending aroma, susan found herself looking directly in the eyes of Mr. Copple.

“There you are. I’m so sorry it had to go down like this, Susan. I only want to bring you to your full potential.” Copple was resting his hand on her flank and rubbing her. It felt revolting, but she tried to hide all that.

“I’m going to have to whip you now. I truly regret I cannot fuck you right now, but the men I work for will not allow that. I’m going to have to content myself with marking up that beautiful rump of yours.” He showed her the paddle. It was clear plastic and had several nasty looking holes drilled into it. She had never seen a paddle like this, but it looked horribly painful. Despite her best efforts, her eyes widened.

“Yes, this is a painful one. Heavy impact play. Oh, how the cows and bulls like to howl when use this on them. It is my hope that it becomes one of your faovirts, but enough with the preabmle. The machines are going and it’s time I paid you back for all the trouble you’ve been.”

He rared back and landed a heavy smack onto Susan’s backside. Her entire ass light up with fire. The paddle both smacked her skin with a painful clap and mannaged to push her clit forward and down onto the harsh rail.

Although Copple seemed to like painplay, he was incredibly bad at it, Susan reflected as the blows reigned down on her upturned ass. He was using force but was hitting her on the meat of her ass. If he would move down to her sit spots or even her upper thighs, she might be crying, but the way it was, his hits were hard but lacking any fun placement.

On the third smack, Susan noticed that her cunt was weeping over the rail. She did not want to give Copple the satifaction of oragamsing, but by the firfty blow, she was loosing the fight. The suction on her tits was a constant cha-chug in her ears delightfully tugging at her now elongated nipples. And when the six strike pushed her clit even further up the rail, she lifted her feet and gave herself the most wonderful pressure on her center.

Copple saw her body twitch and watched as her eyes rolled back into her head with a very strong orgasm. He looked over to see the machines pumping at maximum capacity. Smiling to himself, he knew this was it. She was what he needed. Sure she was reluctant now, but as Copple pulled out his penis to releive the pressure that started when he began her beatingh, he thought about all the money he was going to make. Surely she would come around when she realized the wealth she would enjoy with him.

Susan’s mind was a beautiful orgasm blur. Part of her was torn having to been made to cum in this fashion with copple, but another part of her was blissfully basking in the glow of her red ass and sore cunt. Still another part of her wanted to have her clit sucked on even more by someone talented. Maybe that Sammy girl would be good.

Thinking of Sammy brought Susan’s mind back to Tammy and the danger she was in here in this place. As she watched Mr. Copple masterbate over her raw ass, she again looked out the window. The bulls had finished fucking the cows locked in the stocks and a new group of bulls was being ushered in behind them. It looked like the process was about to start all over again. All Susan could think was on those poor cows and bulls. She had to do something. This was too horible to continue.

Susan did her best to appear bored as he spilt his seed all over her backside and back. She looked ahead at her hands in front of her an noticed a small fray in the rope from her efforts with the glass earlier.

From behind her, Copple let out a small chuckle. “Don’t worry, Susan. Soon, you and I will have much more, uh, freedom to get the results I want. If I’ve planned things right, we can finally have an end to all those fussy cows that want all those expensive amenities.”

Her head was spinning with the implications when the door opened.

“Master Copple, you have a vistor in the yard. The boss has said you need to come at once.” The feminine voice drifted through Susan’s ears as her brain worked hard to focus on controling yet another orgasm building in her core.

“I imagine they have discovered her missing, Frankie. Might as well get this over with. Good thing I’ve got that post-nut clarity, huh,” Susan’s former boss loomed over her and grabbed her hair on the top of her head. Pulling her face to his, he said, “I hope you are worth this much trouble, my dear. You better be. Come, Frankie.” He dropped her back to the rail and left the room.

As soon as the door closed, Susan’s eyes slit open. Sure enough, they had left her alone attached to the machine. Her hands were still tied, but she started working the rope back in forth across the hook focusing on the a small fray from earlier.

After a few minutes of work, the rope snapped in the weak spot and Susan lifted herself off of the rail. Detaching the suction cups from her tits, she gently massaged swollen breasts.