Millie's Memorable Holiday

Part 3

When morning came, Top returned to the barn to find Millie still asleep in the cage. The rest of the farm was bustling with activity the hands where going about their chores of milking cows, feeding livestock and grooming ponies. Top stood in front of Millie's cage holding a small remote control in his hand. He pressed one of the buttons on the remote, and watched as Millie's body suddenly contorted violently, wakening the sleeping beauty.

Millie arched in pain, then tried to raise her aching body from the curled up position she found herself in. But the cage prevented her from standing erect she could only get up on her hands and knees. The poor girl slowly regained her senses, and then surveyed her surroundings wondering to herself, what was going on.

Millie's brain desperately tried to sort things out. Obviously, she realized that she was naked and confined to a cage, but how had this happened to her. Slowly her fuzzy brain began to clear, and she remembered there had been a deliveryman at the door, she remembered opening the door, something being held over her face and then darkness. Just as she was recalling being bound inside a box her body arched again in pain.

The pain was generating from her neck wrists and ankles.

“Well, I see sleepin' beauty is finally awake.”

Millie turned toward the voice, she vaguely remembered seeing the face before. “Who arrrrr…” The pain shot through her body again.

“Your first lesson lil' girl is you do not speak without permission.”

Another shock coursed through Millie's body.

“Is that understood, lil' girl?”

Millie cowered in the corner of the cage, shaking like a leaf and slowly nodding her head. She did not try to talk again.

“You have a lot to learn girlie, so get used to the fact that you belong to me and I'm gonna do whatever I want with you.”

Millie just cowered in the corner of the cage and remembered Top as the man who had provided the pill that made her nausea fade away.

“This is a workin' ranch and everybody and everything has a job to do. Is that clear girlie?”

Millie forced herself to nod.

Top then unlocked the cage. “Come on out girl.”

Millie shook her head no. Her body instantly arced in pain again. Reluctantly she crawled out of the cage and started to stand up, only to double up in pain once again.

“Animals don't walk on two legs, now get down on all fours.”

Millie instantly dropped to her hands and knees then froze. “He just called me an animal, this just can't be happening to me?”

“We raise four kinda animals on this ranch ponies, dogs, milk cows and beef cows, and those there 38” jugs of yours mean you'll be trainin' as a milk cow.”

Top attached a leash to Millie's collar and gave a tug. Millie noticed the remote in Top's other hand and Top's thumb poised above one of its buttons. The poor girl quickly analyzed her options, dropped her head and reluctantly followed his lead.

Millie was lead back to the examining table and ordered to climb up on it.

Top secured Millie to the table using the “D” rings on her collar and cuffs. “Your new life will require a few modifications to that cute lil' bod of yours.“ Unable to move Millie watched as an oxygen mask was placed over her nose and mouth, and within minutes she was fast asleep.

Millie's eye blinked open, and she found that she was still secured to the table. She stared straight up at the ceiling but she could feel a few things that felt different. Something heavy was resting on her lips; there was numbness in her nose. She could feel the coldness of the metal table at the back of her head, and her pussy felt cool and more sensitive.

“I can tell by that confused look on your face, that you've noticed some changes have been made to that sweet lil' bod of yours. So, let me fill you in lil' girl.”

“ Since your diet will now consist of mostly grains and supplements your teeth have been capped and shaped to make it easier to grind those raw grains. Your jugs have received the first of a regimen of injections that will increase their size and their ability to produce milk. A depilatory was used to make your body completely devoid of hair except for your eyelashes. And that weight you feel pressing against your lips is a big ole ring that goes right through your septum.

Millie's eyes grew larger and larger as Top explained how she had been “modified” until they welled up with tears and she sobbed uncontrollably.

“Now there ain't no use in cryin over spilt milk, what's done is done.” Top released the crying girl from the table. “Let's go now, down off the table. Time to introduce you into the herd.”

Millie was not thinking as she swung her legs over the table and started to stand. Top's finger quickly depressed a button on the remote, and Millie collapsed reeling in pain on the ground.

Millie forced herself onto her hands and knees as Top approached carrying a heavy chain. He attached the chain to the ring in Millie's nose and led her away.

Top led the still sobbing girl out into the barnyard. The tears had made Millie's vision a bit blurry so she wasn't sure she could believe what she was seeing.

First she saw a team of four young women about her age, their heads bald except for a long knot of hair that came down their backs like a horses mane. They were all in harness with their arms bound tightly behind their backs and they were hitched to a carriage. The driver of the carriage cracked a whip and four women high stepping in unison started to draw the carriage off.

As they approached the barn, she saw a kennel, but along with the dogs in the kennel there were about a dozen young women their hair groomed to look like the ears of a dog down on all fours just as she was and each girl had the same metal collar and cuffs that she bore, but they were barking and playing just like the real dogs.

Upon entering the barn Millie saw many more women all near to her own age and all just like her completely hairless down on all fours again with the same metal collar and cuffs around their necks, wrists and ankles. Some of the women were feeding from a trough, others were in stalls with shiny metal machines attached to their utters as they were drained of their milk.

“Well Millie this is your new home. Just one more thing to do and you'll be a member of the herd.”

Top continued to lead the girl through the barn and out into an area behind it. There she saw a row of pens each contained a woman down on all fours like herself, but these women appeared to a be little older and a lot meatier. Then it hit her Top had said they raised four kinds of animals on the ranch and she had seen the ponies, dogs and the milk cows so these could only be … beef cows. The thought echoed in her mind along with a resounding NOOOOO!

On the other side of the pens she saw another small pen that sat out in the open. Top led right to this pen, and then in to it. Once inside Top pulled her head through an opening at the front and locked it in place. He slid a bar over her back and then a set of bars was closed at the back of the pen trapping her inside. It was then that she saw the brazier set up with several irons heating up inside, Millie suddenly realized what that last thing was that Top mentioned he had to take care of was. She was about to be branded. She started shaking uncontrollably as the tears welled up in her eyes once again

Top took his time turning irons as they rested on the coals. Finally he pulled one of the irons out and blew on it. It glowed a bright golden orange. He brought glowing iron to the pen and applied it the Millie's lily-white rump.

Millie let out a scream that was primal in its nature.

Top knew that the new cow Millie wouldn't be ready for milking for another week or so. So she was led back to the barn placed in a stall and given her first taste the grain feed. Millie didn't like the look of the feed much less the taste but since Top hovered in front of, remote in hand, she tried to eat the unpalatable stuff.

A stable hand secured her in her stall after she was fed, and then he introduced her to her secondary function on the ranch, that of fuck toy for any and all of the ranch hands. Millie made the mistake of objecting when he started fondling her cunt. In an instant she felt the pain as the electric current ran through her body emanating from her neck, wrists and ankles.

The stable hand showed Millie the remote control he held in his hand. “What's your problem, ya' dumb cow, don't ya' know cows don't talk, cow's moo.” He gave her another jolt just to drive home the point. Then proceeded to rape and bugger her. When he finished with her hind end he walked around to face her and then he forced her to clean his cock off with her mouth, before ejaculated a load his cum deep inside her throat. “You'd better learn to like cum cow, it's the only thing you're gonna get to eat round here besides that grain feed you seemed to like to well.”

Millie cried herself to sleep.

By mid summer Millie's utters had grown a full four inches and she was producing milk at the required rate.

As the summer passed into autumn Millie became a fairly contented cow. She eventually even began to look forward to the sexual attentions of Top and the stable hands. And during that first winter she became pregnant, and it was hoped she would give birth to a healthy female calf in the spring.

So as spring arrived after the long cold winter had confined the cows to the barn, a very pregnant Millie, her belly and utters nearly dragging on the ground, was led out into the barnyard for some welcomed fresh air.

The barnyard was abuzz with excitement, as the Top and the hands prepared for the first Barbeque of the season.

Because she was pregnant the hands gave Millie a little extra care, and she was occasionally allowed out of the barn on her own. Millie had been curious about the women penned up outside the barn, so when she was free she would wander over to the pens.

She had not seen these women except for that one time. She wondered if they had been force to spend the winter outside in the pens. From what she could see the women never left their pens. They were not milked like she and the other milk cows were and the stable hands seem to leave them alone except to feed them and do something she couldn't quite make out, but it seemed like they were being given some kind of massage.

On the day of the barbeque Millie and a few of the other pregnant cows were allowed out in the fields by the barn. As they bathed in the sun and lay in the tall sweet smelling grass Millie watched as two of the ranch-hands opened two of the outside pens. The ranch-hands then led two of the women out of the pens by their nose rings. As Millie had noticed before these women looked just like the other cows, but they were a bit older than she (maybe by about ten or fifteen years) they were also heavier looking not obese just bigger.

She fixedly stared as the two cows were led over to the barbeque pits. Millie watched as they forced the cows to bend their heads down to the ground and then forced their arms behind their backs and locked their wrist cuffs together. The two ranch-hands who had led the women out now stood each with one heavy boot pressing into nape of the neck of their respective charge forcing the cows to remain in their kow-tow position.

Two more ranch-hands approached the cows from behind, each caring a long pointed metal rod. Then Millie's jaw dropped as she watched what happened next; each man lined up his target with his rod and then slowly started to force his rod up anus of his cow. Both cows struggled against these unwelcome invasions. But their struggles were to be in vain. Once the spits had navigated their way through the two victims and exited through each ones mouth the two cows struggled no more. The ranch-hands finished by fastening each cows ankle cuff over the spit and carried them over to the cooks.

The cooks quickly gutted, stuffed and dressed the two cows then slid guide rods on the ends of the spits. They positioned the long rods with the cows' cunts before forcing them home then they tightened the setscrews on the guide rods to the spit so that the beef would turn as the spit rotated. Now each cow was positioned over a red-hot bed of coals. The cooks tended to the beef basting and poking the meat as it cooked.

Millie watched all of this and for the first time since her branding started to cry. Millie realized this would probably be her fate and the fate of the other cows when they no longer could meet their milking quotas.

Later that day, after the barbeque, the ranch-hands rounded up the cows that were still out in the field and they herded them back to the barn. As Millie was being herded past the kennels she happened to look over and she could not believe her eyes. There in the kennel was her former roommate Pat O'Riely with her red hair coifed to look like a Cocker Spaniels ears panting like a dog with her tongue hanging out as a big Rottweiler humped her from behind.

Tears welled up in Millie's eyes once more as she let out a very sad, and very long and low Moo.

 

The End