Fields of Daisies and Clover – A Hucow Story, Parts XII – XVI, Epilogue - Sex Stories

Fields of Daisies and Clover – A Hucow Story, Parts XII – XVI, Epilogue

... turn you guys into wolves then back into cows. So if you start today, we can do the deed Friday, then you’ll have your new big tits in time for the ceremony Saturday.”

Lyca oversaw the distribution of the pills and Alina brought out a pitcher of morning OJ for the girls to wash them down with.

After breakfast and the morning milking, Lyca and my alphas gave me a tour of the work that had been done while I was at the wolf den. Myrtle’s old farm was transformed into an extension of ours. There were a couple more cam studios and more cow houses than we had cows for. A larger cow house for Myrtle stood at the far end of the property right where she wanted it, with a big back porch providing a view of the low mountains beyond. There were several large mud sties for the pig girls, and right near the junction of the two properties was a huge pool with some fancy filtration gear to keep the cow milk and bull seed for turning the water nasty.

Not far from the pool, in a central, high-traffic area of the farm there was a pavilion that had several wooden poles with manacles hanging off them. Each milk maid would spend at least a half-day each week chained to a post. There were paddles and soft whips in a rack, and everyone was encouraged to heap on a little gentle abuse. It was to help keep the milk maids in their proper place. If a milk maid was being particularly intransigent, she would get more time on the pole. Prudence was chained up when we came by and Ykaterina was ...

... spanking her while Mallory gave her a rough fisting. It seemed to me, however, that Prudence was enjoying the treatment way too much, so I wasn’t sure if it was really going to accomplish what it was intended for. But again, I trusted the wolves knew what they were doing.

Anyway, continuing the tour, to pull it all together, there was a paved pathway that ran throughout the farm, tying it all together, with each cow girl having her own little cow-spotted golf-cart-like thingy to tool around in. It was just too fucking adorable.

What was also great is that we had room to grow. Which turned out to be a good thing because on Tuesday the deputy swung by and said they had just raided and shut down the last of the cow pounds in the county and asked if we could take on another dozen girls. We said yes, of course.

This, however, meant we needed a couple more milk maids. Lyca and I were out in the barn discussing that topic when Myrtle approached us. She knew of a couple of older farm girls, like she had been, who were interested in maybe joining in the fun as milk maids. The idea was intriguing, because once Myrtle had adjusted to being a milk maid, she had become the most stable, sane one of the three. I attributed it to her years of life experience. We met with the two ladies she had in mind – Lillian and Blanche – and they seemed like a great fit.

Wednesday and Thursday went smoothly. On Friday morning we turned our new milk maid candidates into maids. But Friday afternoon ...