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While it was cold outside, the barn was plenty was for this time of year. Jack walked down the aisle between the stalls, he could see the farm hands going about their morning tasks. The sounds of the milking machines humming away mixed with the fans cycling the cool fresh air with warm. All that was missing to him was the sounds of cows mowing. The last time he had heard them was when he was a little boy nearly fifty years ago. Stopping by a farm hand Jack read the clip board he was handed, checking the production numbers he noted the changes recommend by the doctor to increase her yield. He saw she was still a year into treatments, some took to this faster than others. The scientist were always trying to improve their creation, to keep up with ever growing production demands.
He looked down at the small pale white ass, the dildo was slowly pumping in and out of her pussy. Her long brown hair pulled into a ponytail allowing the strap of the ball gag to be clearly seen. Stepping into the stall Jack took it slow, she moved meekly, rattling the chain attached to her collar. Crouching down he stroked her cheek. She looked at him with dull eyes, her moaned stifled by the red ball gag. Jack looked at her breasts which had doubled in size since she had started. The miking machine pulsated against her nipples collecting her sweet nectar. Reaching in he gave each one a squeeze, standing up he patted her head. Nodding to the attendant he handed back the clipboard and continued through the barn.
After all these years the product was still the same thing people demanded, the source of the milk was the biggest change. When he was little, the droughts and scorching hot days had damaged much of the world's farm land. Farmers began to hoard what feed and stock they had. As the world's hunger grew, scientists had stepped in trying to solve the problem in any way they could. Unfortunately not every animal could adapt the changes or synthetic foods. Cows and other milk producing animals suffered greatly. Only a few small herds which were well guarded the world's elite remained. Other means of milk from nuts was limited by the drought and some of the synthetic lab created stuff just didn't do as well as they had hoped.
Humanity turned to the largest source available, women. The scientists had tested first on the convicts who had long sentences with the offer of knocking off many years. It took a few years of testing and clinical trials, along the way there was success and loss before they found a working solution. A hormonal change which increase lactation or kick started it in non-pregnant women. A second drug dulled the sense, reducing the urge to fight, struggle or runaway. They found the first shot increased pleasure through vaginal stimulation and nipple sensitivity. Now all they had to do was convince half the human race to do this for the benefit of others.
Governments had decide those convicted of certain crimes could use this as a way to pay their debt to society. The list for approving candidates included those who wished to get out debt, they could work it off over five to ten years. Any woman who chose to do this voluntarily was readily accepted, though some activist feared this would lead to women being forced by family as a means to earn money. Their concerns were dismissed by the growing demands for the new milk. In order to make things went smoothly, a new bureau was created for inspecting equipment and living conditions. They would make sure the women would be treated humanely and to shutdown those who broke the rules.
Production levels, farms and farmers had taken sometime getting used to the new ways as well as the guidelines for treatment and upkeep of hucows. Jack was one of those who had taken time to adjusting, though would happily admit the job did have its rewards. While he didn't have a space to house a large herd like some farms, he was able to keep the family farm with a small heard of fifty. It had taken him a few years before he turned a profit. The cost in changing the farm over and training up new hands for the job. Hard concrete was replaced with soft padding that still made for easy clean up. Plumbing for waste removal and food delivery added, small beds and sex machines where final touches.
Jack knew some farms let the hands or anyone who paid to have sex with their hucows whenever they wanted. He had limited the practice to those who signed certain consent forms, they took place few days in a special room away from the other hucows. Walking through a door he entered the doctor's outer office. She was a middle age woman, one of the few on his staff. She looked up, her glasses reflecting the light above her.
"Morning Jack," she said brushing a lock of dirty blonde hair from her face.
"Morning Debra. Do you have the list of new arrivals?"
She handed him the papers. "Came in yesterday. We have eight leaving us in the next month, so we get eight new ones today to start training."
Jack read over the ostim escort (http://belgeler.net/ad-category/ostim-escort/) list which contained first names, age, color of skin (some paid more for milk from different races.), height, weight, body size, and breast size. The final column noted crime, debt or voluntary. This would help dictate the kinds of shots required and the dosage, though it was not an exact science, no matter how hard they tried.
"Who do we have for helpers today?" He asked.
"Kim, Emily, and Brittni, our usual trio of misfits." She said not looking up from her computer.
Jack chuckled at this. After serving their time the trio had decided to stay on voluntarily. They received special shots to help they retain their milk production but at a reduced rate, they came in five times a week to be milked. The rest of their time was spend living together in a small cottage on the farm. Jack new that they were making plenty of money. Since their libidos had not been reduced, if they weren't milking, eating or sleeping, they were fucking each other or the farm hands.
Jack didn't mind this, he himself had sex with each of them, and it did keep the hands more relaxed. There were some who still had their cocks stiffen at the sight of naked women being fucked by machines daily. Better the trio instead of a non-consenting hucow.
"Well, I'm sure they make the new one's comfortable. You can start the hormone reductions on the one's finishing their obligations. We'll see if any wish to stay on." He told her.
"Sure thing Jack. Wendy is getting the paper work ready for them." Debra said getting up. Grabbing her lab coat and doctors bag, she got ready for the morning check of the herd. She would see the new arrivals after they arrived that afternoon.
Wendy, her young assistant, entered the room. She greeted them with a smile. Jack returned it, checking her over as he always did. Where Debra was slim and petite woman with small breast which got lost under her clothes yet fit her body perfectly when she was naked. Wendy was a the opposite of Debra, her large breast threaten to burst through her sweater. Jack could described Debra as a tall pixie with gentle eyes, Wendy mischievous look to her gaze. She was head shorter than Jack, and though he had never had sex with her or seen her naked, he wished he could. There was a little bit of fat on Wendy's body, she had a some what of an hourglass figure, though it was her large breast. Which always caught his attention.
Besides wanting to see her naked Jack had always wanted to hook her up to a machine and just watch it go to work on her bosom. Debra knew this was one of Jacks fantasies. They had talked about it plenty of times after they had sex. They weren't lovers as Debra had a small stable of young farm hands she would take to her bed when she wanted there youthful exuberance.
Wendy too had eye's for her boss. His salt and pepper grey hair was a big turn on for her. Jack was just over six feet tall and kept himself in perfect shape through hard work. Wendy had also heard her share of rumors from the trio that Jack was well hung and a skilled lover.
"I've got the paper work all set for this afternoon. Debra, I want to check up on number 37. She's still favoring her left side." While they came to the farm with names, the women were assigned numbers which attached to the stalls.
There was plenty of footage online of police raids on farms where they had branded, tattooed, or pierced the ear with a number tag. This was against the guidelines, along with refusing to release a hucow from their contract upon completion. They were still human to him, and Jack made sure to make their time went smoothly as possible.
He could hear the sound of giggles coming from a small room next to the one he had walked into. Jack lead a pair of hucow's to the two empty but wide open stalls and attached their chains to the wall rings. Number 25
He looked down at the small pale white ass, the dildo was slowly pumping in and out of her pussy. Her long brown hair pulled into a ponytail allowing the strap of the ball gag to be clearly seen. Stepping into the stall Jack took it slow, she moved meekly, rattling the chain attached to her collar. Crouching down he stroked her cheek. She looked at him with dull eyes, her moaned stifled by the red ball gag. Jack looked at her breasts which had doubled in size since she had started. The miking machine pulsated against her nipples collecting her sweet nectar. Reaching in he gave each one a squeeze, standing up he patted her head. Nodding to the attendant he handed back the clipboard and continued through the barn.
After all these years the product was still the same thing people demanded, the source of the milk was the biggest change. When he was little, the droughts and scorching hot days had damaged much of the world's farm land. Farmers began to hoard what feed and stock they had. As the world's hunger grew, scientists had stepped in trying to solve the problem in any way they could. Unfortunately not every animal could adapt the changes or synthetic foods. Cows and other milk producing animals suffered greatly. Only a few small herds which were well guarded the world's elite remained. Other means of milk from nuts was limited by the drought and some of the synthetic lab created stuff just didn't do as well as they had hoped.
Humanity turned to the largest source available, women. The scientists had tested first on the convicts who had long sentences with the offer of knocking off many years. It took a few years of testing and clinical trials, along the way there was success and loss before they found a working solution. A hormonal change which increase lactation or kick started it in non-pregnant women. A second drug dulled the sense, reducing the urge to fight, struggle or runaway. They found the first shot increased pleasure through vaginal stimulation and nipple sensitivity. Now all they had to do was convince half the human race to do this for the benefit of others.
Governments had decide those convicted of certain crimes could use this as a way to pay their debt to society. The list for approving candidates included those who wished to get out debt, they could work it off over five to ten years. Any woman who chose to do this voluntarily was readily accepted, though some activist feared this would lead to women being forced by family as a means to earn money. Their concerns were dismissed by the growing demands for the new milk. In order to make things went smoothly, a new bureau was created for inspecting equipment and living conditions. They would make sure the women would be treated humanely and to shutdown those who broke the rules.
Production levels, farms and farmers had taken sometime getting used to the new ways as well as the guidelines for treatment and upkeep of hucows. Jack was one of those who had taken time to adjusting, though would happily admit the job did have its rewards. While he didn't have a space to house a large herd like some farms, he was able to keep the family farm with a small heard of fifty. It had taken him a few years before he turned a profit. The cost in changing the farm over and training up new hands for the job. Hard concrete was replaced with soft padding that still made for easy clean up. Plumbing for waste removal and food delivery added, small beds and sex machines where final touches.
Jack knew some farms let the hands or anyone who paid to have sex with their hucows whenever they wanted. He had limited the practice to those who signed certain consent forms, they took place few days in a special room away from the other hucows. Walking through a door he entered the doctor's outer office. She was a middle age woman, one of the few on his staff. She looked up, her glasses reflecting the light above her.
"Morning Jack," she said brushing a lock of dirty blonde hair from her face.
"Morning Debra. Do you have the list of new arrivals?"
She handed him the papers. "Came in yesterday. We have eight leaving us in the next month, so we get eight new ones today to start training."
Jack read over the ostim escort (http://belgeler.net/ad-category/ostim-escort/) list which contained first names, age, color of skin (some paid more for milk from different races.), height, weight, body size, and breast size. The final column noted crime, debt or voluntary. This would help dictate the kinds of shots required and the dosage, though it was not an exact science, no matter how hard they tried.
"Who do we have for helpers today?" He asked.
"Kim, Emily, and Brittni, our usual trio of misfits." She said not looking up from her computer.
Jack chuckled at this. After serving their time the trio had decided to stay on voluntarily. They received special shots to help they retain their milk production but at a reduced rate, they came in five times a week to be milked. The rest of their time was spend living together in a small cottage on the farm. Jack new that they were making plenty of money. Since their libidos had not been reduced, if they weren't milking, eating or sleeping, they were fucking each other or the farm hands.
Jack didn't mind this, he himself had sex with each of them, and it did keep the hands more relaxed. There were some who still had their cocks stiffen at the sight of naked women being fucked by machines daily. Better the trio instead of a non-consenting hucow.
"Well, I'm sure they make the new one's comfortable. You can start the hormone reductions on the one's finishing their obligations. We'll see if any wish to stay on." He told her.
"Sure thing Jack. Wendy is getting the paper work ready for them." Debra said getting up. Grabbing her lab coat and doctors bag, she got ready for the morning check of the herd. She would see the new arrivals after they arrived that afternoon.
Wendy, her young assistant, entered the room. She greeted them with a smile. Jack returned it, checking her over as he always did. Where Debra was slim and petite woman with small breast which got lost under her clothes yet fit her body perfectly when she was naked. Wendy was a the opposite of Debra, her large breast threaten to burst through her sweater. Jack could described Debra as a tall pixie with gentle eyes, Wendy mischievous look to her gaze. She was head shorter than Jack, and though he had never had sex with her or seen her naked, he wished he could. There was a little bit of fat on Wendy's body, she had a some what of an hourglass figure, though it was her large breast. Which always caught his attention.
Besides wanting to see her naked Jack had always wanted to hook her up to a machine and just watch it go to work on her bosom. Debra knew this was one of Jacks fantasies. They had talked about it plenty of times after they had sex. They weren't lovers as Debra had a small stable of young farm hands she would take to her bed when she wanted there youthful exuberance.
Wendy too had eye's for her boss. His salt and pepper grey hair was a big turn on for her. Jack was just over six feet tall and kept himself in perfect shape through hard work. Wendy had also heard her share of rumors from the trio that Jack was well hung and a skilled lover.
"I've got the paper work all set for this afternoon. Debra, I want to check up on number 37. She's still favoring her left side." While they came to the farm with names, the women were assigned numbers which attached to the stalls.
There was plenty of footage online of police raids on farms where they had branded, tattooed, or pierced the ear with a number tag. This was against the guidelines, along with refusing to release a hucow from their contract upon completion. They were still human to him, and Jack made sure to make their time went smoothly as possible.
He could hear the sound of giggles coming from a small room next to the one he had walked into. Jack lead a pair of hucow's to the two empty but wide open stalls and attached their chains to the wall rings. Number 25