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Mandy's Milk

... Radio frequency ID tag was placed to her ear as a sharp needle went through the eyelet of the tag and through the base of her ear. She knew that she had just been tagged with a metal business card sized transmitter that would track her movements and productivity throughout her life on the farm. But she feared the next part would be worse. To control unruly cows, a large metal ring was placed through each a****l’s noses. Any farm hand could attach a lead to the ring and instantly control the large cows. She also knew that the ring would be welded closed the instant it was attached. The mere thought of the massive ring permanently hanging from her nose made her cry. The pinching feel of the ring getting punched through her septum made her scream as the sides of the ring pushed against her nostrils flaring her pretty little nose as the heavy weight of the ring was felt down past her lower lip. She f***ed her eyes closed imaging how cartoonish the large cow sized ring would look on her human sized face. She was still cringing over her ruined nose and had completely forgotten the next phase. Simultaneously she felt the burning sensation of a million hot pokers getting f***ed onto her ass cheeks. She instantly screamed as the realization that she had just been branded on her ass. Although she could not see it, she knew that every cow on the farm was branded the same. The large circle outlined the shape of a classic Americana barn and the name “Dawson Farms” written along the ...

... roof and sides of the old looking barn. Mandy was extremely proud of the logo as it had adorned four generations of cattle that had been brought to the farm, but she never planned on having it burned into her own ass. They had decided on a slightly larger logo when they automated the branding process, perhaps a bit over the top. She knew that within days the scar tissue would be formed and the black logo would be emblazoned on her ass forever. Her other cheek would be labeled to match the Radio Frequency ID Tag in her ear. She didn’t know the number, but she knew that “Milk Cow #____” would keep her from ever wearing a bikini again. Her head was spinning knowing that her machines, her hardwork, were now retaliating on her. Mandy’s frazzled mind could not even keep up with the automated changes and she was always one step behind predicting what would happen next. However the next assault she could have never predicted as it was something her father had done without telling her. The robot returned and using a pair of pinchers; pulled her lips out from her mouth until she was certain they would be yanked clear off her face. The robot then tattooed the same number onto the inside of her lips just in case someone tried to steal the cow and raise them on their own farms as one of their own heard. As her lips were much smaller then a cows, the full tattoo barely fit on her lip. Instead the top lip had the text “DAWSON FARMS” clearly displayed along her cute painted red lips while the ...