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Mandy's Milk

... machine had somehow impregnated her in it’s attempt to start the milking process. The joints in her fingers seemed to have seized and bending them became a daily chore. She feared her fingers would start to atrophy and she would soon lose any dexterity she once had in her hands. She strained her neck to look underneath her and through the metal grate around her head. Despite how hard she tried, she still could not see the changes to her body beneath her neck. It wouldn’t have mattered either way since the muck and manure was easily ten inches deep and the chains around her wrists prevented her from lifting her crud and crap encrusted hands above the dirt and mud. The same feeling that was gripping her hands also seemed to have possessed her feet as her toes and ankles seemed to grow stiffer and more constricted each day. The itching on her back, calves and forearms had begun to lessen. The painful itching and burning at the base of her spine had somehow disappeared completely and felt more like a dull pulling or dragging sensation. It seemed like a fifth suction cup was attached above her ass and her spine was getting pulled out thru her skin. Meanwhile her nose had begun to itch relentlessly. She spent most of her day shaking her head hoping the swaying and jerking of the obnoxious stainless steel ring would somehow relieve the annoying feeling that had taken over her nose. Her days were spent bouncing from emotional highs to the deepest of lows. Every time a new heifer ...

... was automatically removed or deposited into the infirmary, her heart raced wondering if it would be her time to be returned to the herd. Each day she was disappointed as her day returned to it’s constant monotony. She would eagerly suck the rubber nipple placed in front of her knowing that it would eventually lead her to release. If she did not eat, she would certainly die, but she would not be allowed to die as the machines were designed to intravenously keep the cows alive and nurse them back to health even if they would not eat. Eating also had turned into a sexual activity as the more she sucked and swallowed the sweet ambrosia dispensed from the end of the rubbery tube the wetter she became between her legs. She had few sexual partners while away at school, even fewer that she had lowered herself to suck their penis. But the longer she continued sucking the red rubber nipple the more she envisioned the rubber nipple as the penis of her lover. Each lick made her wetter as her juices dripped down her legs and added to the moist mixture that was pooling up around her knees. Every tug at her nipples from the milking machine became a gentle suck and caress from some mystery partner eager to please her and keep her on the edge of orgasm. The Heifer Hospital was kept at a constant comfortable temperature, but sweat oozed from her every pore 24 hours a day, as she was stimulated nearly 24/7 but never allowed relief. The constant excitement and emotional roller coaster kept her on ...