You are Anon. Your family has been in the dairy business for generations and has managed it to build up a milk and cheese empire, based on the family farm. You managed it to survive many changes and even the morph wave couldn’t destroy it. Now there are anthro cows walking around, but the feral ones also still exist. After nearly 20 years of family farm you decided to leave your family behind and start something new. As for everything else there are always rich people who want something special. Like "Anthro Milk" special. You drive your small van into the side street and turn of the engine. Through the small door you step into the stowage and inspect the equipment one last time. The steel framework is tightly bolted to the floor and ready to accept its squirming load. The milking machine is fully powered, the tank is empty and cleaned. A shelf on the side is holding your tools, butt plugs, blindfolds, gags, vibrators and whips and paddles. You pick up one of the vibrating eggs and turn it on, listening to the high powered hum before you turn it off and place it back again. The walls of your van have been reinforced and made soundproof, to prevent any noise from getting out. The double door at the end of the small room is locked, so you quickly open it and step outside. You are standing between two big brick walls in the suburb of the big city. Your first target of the day is close and you really have to hurry up now, the delivery is expected for this evening and Mr. Daci is not someone who is unused to wait for his delicacies. Buying anthro milk is nearly impossible. Not only do the anthros them self see it as crude and despising, but the ones that would sell their milk are mostly the dirty and unkempt. Mr. Daci only wants the best milk for his coffee, so here you are. Your way leads you to a small fence that is separating the sidewalk from a small garden. In this garden you can spot your target. Mrs. Moo, 43 Years old, mother. Her husband and her son have gone on a camping trip for the weekend and she is alone now. Currently she is enjoying the sun while lying on a wooden bench. She seems to sleep so you take out a directional microphone and listen to her breathing. Slow and shallow, she is deep asleep. You quickly check your surrounding and jump over the fence to sneak in her direction. Soon you are standing beside her and marvel at the size of her breasts. Her massive bags are held by a pink bra, that is struggling to confine her EE-cups. You pick a small box from your pocket and let one of the pills inside slip into her mouth. Than you walk back to your van and park in her driveway. As you come back to the anthro cow you notice that she is still asleep and has not moved. The sleeping pill is definitely working. You grab her arms, hook yourself under and slowly lift her up to drag her from her bench into her house, the garden door is open. Once inside you quickly strip her of her clothes, until only her bra and an equally pink pair of panties remain. You open the front door and your own van doors, so that they block the view to any outsider. Of course you prepared your van for this. Big letters on the side label it as a pest controllers van. Nobody ever notices you and if they do they are mostly to busy to gossip about the vermin in the neighbors house. Soon you managed it to drag the sleeping woman into your van and fixed her to the steel framework. Her upper body is turned over while her knees are slightly bend. Her legs are separated and shackled to the floor. It looks like she is bending over something, while thrusting her ass into the air. Her arms are tied behind her back, forcing her shoulder blades together and her breasts out. Once everything is tied down you place the gag in her slightly open mouth and the blindfold over her eyes. Her bra is the next thing, you simply open the clasp and let it fall to the ground. Her breasts spill forward, waiting for your delicate touch. Right now however is not the right time to start milking her. The milk of anthro cows is always much more tasty and creamy if they are sexually aroused before you start. With that in mind you step up to the shelf and grab the vibrating egg and a butt plug before you slowly pull down her panties. You only do so until you can see the pink ring of her sphincter, nestled between two wonderful cheeks of white and black fur. You spill a little bit of lube on it and press the egg inside. Her muscles soon swallow the little plastic toy, the cord still leading to the remote in your hand. Next is the butt plug that is sealing her up before you pull her panties back and tug the remote in the waistband. You turn it on, listen to the soft hum inside her butt and grab a handful of her ass cheek. The vibrations are making it jiggle like a bowl of jelly. Pleased with yourself you sit back down before the steering wheel and drive your van slowly away from her house, into the industrial area. After nearly 10 minutes you can hear the first moans and muffled screams from behind you as your load is waking up from her slumber. You close the door and take a look at your clock. She should be ready for the harvest in about 20 minutes. Plenty of time for you to find a parking spot. End of Chapter 1 Chapter 2: Milk time It takes you nearly half an hour to find a suitable parking spot in the industrial area. Your van is now standing on the asphalt in front of an old factory, once used for the manufacture of yoghurt. How fitting. You shut down the engine, stand up from your seat and step through the door. The smell of arousal is hitting you almost immediately. Mrs. Moo is struggling and squirming, her breasts are swinging around, while her absolutely drenched panties drip a clear fluid on the ground. As you close the door again her screams peak and another stream of juice is shooting out of her. You have no idea how many orgasms she already had but from the looks of it it you would guess not more than 3. You grab the remote and turn off the vibrator. Her screams stop and are replaced by heavy breathing and sobs. You grab one of the paddles from the wall and position yourself behind her, slowly hitting her on her fluffy cheeks. Once you captured her attention you lean closer to her and start to whisper into her ear. “I will now remove your gag and ask you a few questions. If you don't answer or try to scream I will put it back, spank your ass until it is glowing and turn on the vibrator again. You got that ?” You don’t wait for her answer and quickly open the clamp, pulling the big red ball out of her mouth. Her first words are nearly unintelligible, soft moans and hard breathing mixed with sobs. After a few moments you can clearly understand her: “Please...let me go, I promise I won't tell..mhh” The ball is back in her mouth before she can even finish the sentence. “I thought I had told you how this is going to go” You turn the vibrator back on and smack her right cheek with the paddle. This time you put much more force into it, watching her jiggle while the smacks resound in your van, underlaid by her muffled screams and the buzz of the vibrator. “Ok, lets try this again” You remove the gag again, this time it takes Mrs. Moo a little more time to catch herself. She also stays silent. “Good, looks like you learned a thing. Some of the others took nearly 2 hours until they got the message” You can hear her swallow hard but, to her credit, she does not say anything. “I will not ask you a few personal questions and you will answer them. Ok ?” Her breathing is slowly starting to quicken before she answers: “Ok”. “Wonderful, lets start with your personal data. Age ?” “43 years” “Weight ?” “74 Kilo” Full name ?” “Annabelle Moo” You nod and write down her answers on the paper sheet. “Do you smoke ?” “No, never did” “Do you drink alcohol ?” “Sometimes a glass of red wine” More notes on your sheet. “How big are your tits ?” “Mh..ng.why..?” You quickly smack her ass again and listen to her ungagged scream. “Hey Anna. I could just feel myself but I am asking you, answer me” “30 EE” “See ? Was that so difficult ? Now another question: What color and how big is your clitoris ?” “You can't be serious with...mhhh” Gag, vibrator, paddle, another 10 minutes of squirming. “Let me repeat myself, color and size of your clit ?. If you don't answer me I will check myself. Those panties lock like they could need a change” “Hah..hah...hah...Its pink ok...hah..and its the size of a marble...hah...please stop..*sob*..” How often do you masturbate ?” She is starting to cry now. “No..please stop..I don't want this please...” You sigh and turn on the vibrator in her butt again. “Haaahhh....no...turn it of.....ahhhh” “Sounds like you are quite a buttslut. If you don't want this little thing to vibrate stronger you better start to answer How often ?” “Hahhh...once ore twice a week..ahhh..please...ahh” “Thats not really much. I would have betted that you would polish your pearl every day. Is it sensitive ?” “Hnghh...Yes.....ahhhh...please....why ?” “Why all these questions ?. Well the first ones were for your milk production and these ones are for my entertainment.” “Ahh...milk...uhhh ?” “Yes, milk. You see I work in the dairy business. Right now I am harvesting girls like you and sell the milk to my customers.” She is not responding, only moaning and breathing. “Next are a few decisions. I will give you two possibilities and you decide. First one: Would you rather go to work naked or with a buzzing vibrator in your butt ?” “Nghhh...” “And the last one: You catch your son while he is busy masturbating. Which hole of yours do you use to give him some relief ?” “Nghh..ahh..nooo..please...I would never....ahhh” You increase the vibrations again, her squirming is getting stronger. “Which hole ?” “Ahhhhhh...my mouth..ahhh..noo..please.....Ioaaahhhh” Her orgasm is running through her body, forcing another wave of pussy juice into her soaked panties. “Ok, we are done here, time to milk you” You stand up from your chair and place one of her nipples between your fingers, slowly pressing down on it. A small drop of milk is running down your hand and you quickly lick it up. Its sweet and creamy, ready for the harvest. “Here is what is going to happen now. I will gag you again, wash your nipples and place the milkers on them. While they work I will move your panties aside and press a vibrator directly on your clit, ok ?” “Ahh.ah.ah.ahh..no..please stop..I will...mhhh” You turn away from the squirming cow girl and check the suction of the milkers. Everything is working fine, lets get moving. End of chapter 2 Chapter 3: Breeding Your first course of action is to grab the small bucket with hot, soapy water and pour it across Annabelles tits. The flood is hitting her directly, drenching her assets and matting the fur on them. Her shaking and screaming is increasing again but you simply place the towel over her mammarys and start to rub them dry. While you run the fluffy towel over her body you also take a moment to feel her up. Slowly lifting her massive udders and letting them drop again, feeling them inside your palms, squeezing the nipples until they are producing a constant dribble of milk that is once again moistening her fur. After a few minutes of this you step back and admire the squeaky clean bazoomas. Her body is reacting to the intense stimulation by producing a lot of milk. Normally a cow would only get this horny during her heat and soon after that be pregnant. Right now however its is not nature that is driving her crazy but a simple vibrating egg. You decide that you already wasted enough time playing with her and quickly attach the milkers to he swollen nipples. The vacuum is sucking them deep into the plastic tubes and soon the pump is starting its rhythm. Big spurts of milk shoot out of her nipples into the rubber pipe and from there into the tank. Her screams are incredible now and you are once again thankful for the soundproof walls. Based on the speed of her production it will take her maybe half an hour to fill the tank. As you lean back you become aware of your own body for the first time in nearly 1 hour. The potent smell of her juices has affected you, your erection is fighting to break through the fabric of your trousers. You walk back to the shelf and grab a vibrator. A turn on the wheel on the framework is forcing your prey to bend over, her massive milk jugs swinging free under her, occasionally jerking from the suction. You step up behind her and let your finger slip into the waistband of her drenched panties. First they are dragged down to her hips, than to he knees. Her asshole, still plugged, and her pussy, swollen and wet, are completely unprotected. Your own pants are already lying on a corner, your erection is flopping freely, harder than it ever was before. As you step closer to her your tip is breaching the thick lips of her outer labia, her warm juices are glazing your bellend. You take another step forward, sliding deep inside. You can feel how her muscles clench around you, the butt plug is making her much tighter than you expected. When you finally bottom out there even is a strong vibration directly on the tip of your penis. You cloud feel it rumble inside of her, but now you are pressing it deeper into her. You reach around the struggling cow and lower the vibrator to her clitoris. The big, pink marble is easy to find. “Well, looks like you did not lie” You give it a quick rub and pinch it a little before you press the vibrator directly on it and fasten it. You withdraw your hand, not before turning it on of course, and place your hands on her ass. “Mhghhaaaaahhhh..*huff*..Nghahhhhh” By now Annabelle is going completely crazy, jerking her hips and shaking her breasts. Thankfully the suction is strong enough for the milkers to stay where they are. As another climax hit her you can feel her inner walla clamp down even harder. “Well, looks like I will get a good milking myself” You pull out until only your tip remains inside of her and slap her left cheek, before you push back inside and slap her right cheek. Soon you work yourself into a rhythm, pushing and pulling, slapping your cow like a misbehaving calf. Occasionally you give her breasts a big squeeze, whispering into her ear: “There are people willing to pay much for this. Thanks for giving it to me” It took you nearly 3 of your own orgasms, each painting her womb a little bit more white, before you finally stop the milker and the vibrators. Annabelle is sound asleep, her many climaxes finally taking their toll. The tank is overflowing with her creamy milk, your own cream is dripping out of her honey pot. You drive the van back to her house, give her a big electrolytic drink and drag her back into the garden. You already removed the butt plug and the vibrating egg, having replaced them with a small metal ring you slipped over her clit. Her lips hide it from sight quite well, but it is still big enough for a tracking chip and a small vibrator, running from the energy of her body heat. You drape her over her small bench and place the bra and panties back on her. They are not fixed, only lying on her private parts. As you sit back in your van you take out your binocular and look over to her. It is already past midday and a small group of teenagers has gathered in front of the fence, staring at the half naked cow. You smirk to yourself and press her button on your remote. The new stimulation on her clit are waking her quickly and she soon is rising up from her position. This is causing her bra to fall of, revealing her glorious breasts to the staring teens. As she is screeching and tries to grab it her panties fall of too, leaving her to run naked back into her house, the clit ring still buzzing. You set the remote to the slowest setting and put it back. This should keep her aroused and make her husband very happy, maybe even her son. Than you drive to Mr. Daci to deliver the milk for his afternoon coffee. End of Chapter 3 Aftermath You open the newspaper and are immediately drawn to the small ads. There is a contact ad that stands out: Me: A simple housewife with a refreshed love life You: A hard working milkman who knows its what inside that counts Searching for a new way to generate income, willing to give directions to new pasture. Meet me where you sweeped me of my feet and showed me how much I am worth. End of Mil(f)k Hunter