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Mandy's Milk

... sensor off, telling the computer to open and close the doors to let the current cow free. The entry and exit doors cycled a couple times indicating a cow had come and gone without actually leaving the station. Unfortunately, Mandy had only set the computer for one manual cycle. The next cycle of the doors would be fully automatic and in full accordance with the daily production schedule. She sat down on her haunches squinting as her ankles and bare ass sank deeper into the muck knowing full well that the stalls had not been cleaned in a week. To save money on a full-time crew, they used a smaller part-time crew to come in on the weekends to spray down the buildings, shovel up the manure and really clean up the barns. She didn’t care about the maintenance schedule right now and just wanted to fix the door switch and get out to shower the crap and manure from her body. She reached through the steel grating and tightened the plug on the switch and the light began glowing green indicating it had full communication with the control room. As soon as the light turned green, the exit door swung open allowing the current cow to exit. She waved her hand through the light beam to reset it causing the exit door to close. The entry door then opened behind her. Since she was still sitting in the entryway, she was blocking the motion sensor so the door immediately began closing before she had a chance to crawl out. She sat for a brief second confident she had found the problem when the ...

... entry door started closing and second phase of the milking process started pushing her completely into the milking bay. Powerless against the steel grate that was designed to move heavy stubborn cows forward she began crawling forward on her knees as her feet slipped under the bottom rung of the pusher bars. She panicked briefly but before she knew it her head was f***ed forward into the front grate. As soon as her head hit the front grate the bars closed horizontally and vertically trapping her head in the front of the cell. She knew she was in trouble as the light ahead of her turned green indicating she was ready for identification and milking. The computer scanned her body and realized she did not have an RF ID tag, which classified her as a new heifer to the farm. As soon as this was done the computer set a robotic arm in motion and welcomed her to the farm. A large leather collar was wrapped around her neck and riveted closed. A large square cowbell hung from her neck and would announce her every movement for the duration of her time spent as a cow. At the same time a rubber covered steel bit was placed through her mouth as a complicated leather harness wrapped around her head and was riveted in place. The rubber bit was uncomfortable and kept her from completely closing her mouth and prohibited her speech. She knew that the leather could be cutoff, and the rivets could be drilled out, but she knew that there were certain future changes that could not be undone. A special ...