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Subject: {ASSM} MilkMaid a story by MilkyMaidenMoo
Date: Fri, 28 Jun 2002 05:10:02 -0400
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MilkMaid
By milkymaidenmoo@yahoo.com

It's not real but it's nc bdsm milking watersports
etc. tell me what you think ! - use it for fun, print
it whatever, but don't copy it and pass it off as your
own !

SaraJane tall and plain. How many times had she heard
the other kids call her that growing up? But now, to
hear Brad Frutt teasing her in that same old sing song
voice. Even after all those years it still hurt like
hell.

She definitely wasn't much to look at, 5 11 with
dishwater dull hair, unremarkable features and a chest
that was flat as a board. Maybe Brad was right, at 27
years old, and still a virgin, SaraJane Miller was as
tall and plain as she's been as a gawky teenager.

SaraJane looked around her at the strip mall.  She was
grateful to have her job as a clerk in the department
store, but wished there was more.  Aside from the mall
and the giant mechanical plant owned by the Japanese
conglomerate there weren't too many jobs to be had in
Marlisville.

SaraJane sighed heavily, and prayed for the customers
to leave. She needed some time to think.  She hadn't
had a date in nearly three years, and she was feeling
desperate and a bit horny.  Since her aunt & uncle had
died, she'd been living alone in the old house near
the development.  Every other house was occupied by
employees of Sukai the huge Japanese corporation that
had all but swallowed Marlisville.  SaraJane wasn't
interested in Japanese men, and she knew that unless
she took serious action, she'd spend the rest of her
days alone.

SaraJane closed up her register at 6:30 and walked
over to the lingerie store, to indulge in her secret
passion - sleazy lingerie.  She had a drawer at home
filled with crotchless panties, bras with the nipples
cut out and catsuits.  She'd get all dressed up and
masturbate; fantasizing that she was beautiful and
irresistible to men, whenever she was sad or lonely.

Mrs. Higgins was working when she walked into the
lingerie shop.  Mrs. H had sold SaraJane her first
bra, and was the mother SaraJane had never had.  Mrs.
H could tell that something was wrong. "What's wrong
honey?" she asked kindly.  Although Mrs. H knew about
SaraJane's passion for kinky underthings, she never
reacted or commented on her purchases. Until today. 
"Honey, you're always so miserable about your breasts,
why not try one of these push-up bras?" she suggested.
But SaraJane wasn't interested.  She was miserable at
being flat-chested and alone, and mused out loud that
she'd try anything short of surgery to get larger
breasts.

Mrs. H smiled secretly, and presented SaraJane with a
small bottle of pills, she instructed SaraJane to take
one each morning, and one with dinner - and to watch
out for the results.

The next morning SaraJane skeptically took her first
pill, and so on every morning and night for a month. 
When she still hadn't seen any results, she angrily
went back to the lingerie store to demand a refund. 
Mrs. H seemed annoyed, and told the girl to try for
another month, and then she'd refund all of her money.

So SaraJane popped those pills for another month and
started to notice the oddest occurrence. Her breasts
were actually growing ! Where once she had small nubs,
she now had puffy pillowy mounds ! Delighted she ran
to the lingerie store to show Mrs. H. who suggested
that they measure her mammaries to keep track of the
growth.  The two sat down and shared a cup of tea, and
a chat, and repeated the process for six months.

By the sixth month, SaraJane's breasts were
uncomfortably large, where she'd once been a size 32aa
she was now a 44DD and growing.  In terror she ran to
the lingerie store to beg Mrs. H for help.  She'd
stopped taking the pills, and still her breasts were
growing and growing. Her nipples were nearly an inch
long, but worse than that....She was too humiliated to
tell Mrs. H. worse than her gargantuan nipples, were
the fact that they were leaking ! She, SaraJane
Miller, virgin and spinster was leaking milk like a
nursing mother !

She tiptoed into the store and waited until the last
customer left, before sharing her humiliating secret. 
In her terror and confusion, she didn't notice Mrs.
H's secret smile, as she urged the girl to disrobe and
show off her breasts.  Indeed her tits were large and
heavy with milk.  Mrs. H. instructed SaraJane to wait
in the dressing room while she returned with some
pills.  SaraJane didn't notice Mrs. H making a phone
call.  "She's ready", she whispered into the phone "
she's dripping milk out of her giant teats, come pick
her up and bring me my cash".  She hurried off the
phone, and went back to the dressing room.  She handed
SaraJane two tablets, which she claimed would slow the
growth and return her breasts to the way they were. 
SaraJane gulped down the tablets, and the last thing
that she remembered before she passed out was Mrs. H.
apologizing, and saying that SaraJane would like her
new home.

When she came to, the first thing she noticed was the
smell.  A damp dirt like smell.  She tried to open her
eyes, but realized that she'd been blindfolded.  She
tried to move her arms, but realized that she'd been
immobilized.  She tried to scream, but couldn't
through the gag that was in her mouth.  SaraJane had
been stripped while she was out cold, and was now tied
down on all fours, with her giant nipples clamped
shut, in what felt like a cold dark barn.

She began to scream through her gag as she heard
something.  Two men entered the room, and conversed in
the short angry bursts of language that she understood
to be Japanese.  Her nipples were unclamped and one of
the men sat down in front of her.  He spoke to her in
broken English and explained that it was time for her
to be milked.  Milked? Milked? Was  he insane? She
didn't have long to wait for an answer as he took off
the blindfold to reveal that he was sitting on a short
stool in front of her and holding a pail between his
knees.  He reached up to her painfully swollen nipples
and began to rhythmically squeeze and pull on each
nipple in turn until they began to issue a stream of
white liquid.  SaraJane began to shriek in horror and
confusion through her gag, but the excruciating
milking continued.

While SaraJane's tit milk was filling the pail, the
second Japanese man unzipped his pants.  He was old
and fat with wiry white hair all over his enormous
belly and his fat fingers were covered with rings.  He
had a huge angry looking erection, and jerked his
short fat cock off in identical rhythm to the milking
of the first man.  When his cock looked as though it
was ready to burst, he suddenly stopped.  He dipped
his cock into the warm pail of tit milk, and groaned
happily.  He then disappeared from SaraJane's line of
vision, and she sighed heavily through her gag. Thank
goodness that freak had disappeared.  But what was
happening to her? Where was she?  

She didn't have much time to process these thoughts as
she felt a slap on her ass cheeks.  Before she had
time to react, the fat old Japanese man was pushing
his erect cock into her pussy.  SaraJane tried to move
her hips away, but she was firmly bound. He grunted as
he forced his meat into her unwilling hole.   Her tits
were being milked from one end and her cunt hole
assaulted from the other.  She wept as she felt the
man behind her begin to fuck her like an animal, and
pop through her virgin cunt.   He sawed into her hole
in short, fast, painful thrusts, almost as though he
was a robot. He muttered the whole time - good cow,
good cow, milk her while I fuck the cow.  

The man in front of her continued to painfully milk
her tits until the man fucking her started to shout in
Japanese.  He came suddenly and shot a huge load of
semen into her fuck channel.  After a minute or two,
he came around to her front and patted her on the
head.  The second man began to milk her again, but
this time directing the stream of milk over the cock
of the first man . He was cleaning the cum and pussy
soaked cock with her tit milk.  

When the man was satisfied that his cock was clean, he
began to piss into the bucket.  SaraJane was nauseated
as she was forced to watch his piss mingle with the
white liquid.  She helplessly watched the yellow and
white liquid swirl together.

The man who had been milking her put the bucket in
front of her and ordered her to drink.  She screamed
as her gag was removed, and refused to drink.  Even
though she hadn't been given any food or water for two
days, there was no way that she would drink this vile
liquid.  The man who had just shot his load up her
ass, changed places with the other man.  Now he was
kneeling in front of her with a new bucket as he
firmly forced her face into the bucket filled with her
tit milk and the other man's piss.  He dunked her head
into the vile mixture and told her that he would hold
her head down until she began to drink.

As she lay gurgling in the piss and milk mixture the
other man spread her ass cheeks.  He poked a finger
into her tight chute and muttered happily in Japanese.
 Without another word he pushed his fat hot tube up
her asshole.  SaraJane wept in pain, and some of the
milky piss entered her mouth and nose.  The man in
front of her straddled her head so that his butt was
forcing her face into the bucket of milk.  He then
grabbed her tits with even more pressure than the
first man, and resumed the milking.  SaraJane felt the
man behind her stretching her anus painfully, she
could barely breathe through the milk and piss
combination that she was forced to drink, and her tits
were on fire from the painful milking.  Finally that
second man shot his load of fuck juice up her asshole.
 He too, washed his cock in her tit milk.

Suddenly, mercifully she was alone.  What was
happening to her? Who were these horrible men?  She
wept herself to sleep, desperate for a drink, but
unwilling to lap up the remaining milk and piss
combination.

She awoke to a freezing cold spray of a hose on her
cunt and ass.  The nozzle was force up her twat and
she shrieked as she felt the icy liquid hit her
uterus.  The process was repeated as the nozzle was
forced into her anus.  She wept in humiliation as she
felt large turds drip out of her asshole.  She was
hosed down head to toe and her nipples were clamped
tightly.

She was hoisted to her knees, and told that whenever
she was in the presence of her betters, she was to
drop to her knees immediately.  "Her betters?" what
the fuck was this guy talking about?  She started to
protest, but was cruelly slapped, and when she
screamed she was slapped again.  Her "instructor"
gagged her, and explained that she was permitted to
utter only one sound. The sound being "moo".  That she
would be put out into the field for the day with the
cows, to observe their habits.  She was to learn to
mimic proper bovine behavior, and if she was unable to
learn she would be punished.

She was forced onto her back and a ten inch long 3
inch wide suppository was forced up her anus and
another into her vagina.  She was told that the
suppository in her anus was a nutritional supplement,
and the one in her vagina would prevent pregnancy and
encourage milk production.  He also injected her with
a sharp needle in her buttocks with hormones to
further increase milk production.

SaraJane was in shock.  She could not believe what she
was hearing.  The man continued in his explanation,
listing punishments for infractions.  She was told
that in time docile behavior would become second
nature to her, and she would welcome the milking
process, and indeed beg for it.  Had she not been so
terrified she might have laughed.  "beg to be
milked?", "become more docile"? These people were
insane, and once she found out where she was, she'd
try to escape.  Almost as though he was psychic, her
"instructor" told her that there was no escape.  She'd
been sold to Sukai industries by Mrs. H and her period
of servitude was for a minimum of ten years or until
her milk producing years were behind her.  He
explained that Sukai was the premiere Fetish
Foundation for Japanese men in North America, and that
she was to be the newest attraction in their
menagerie.  If she preformed well, she might work
towards an earlier release date, if she was
disobedient she would be punished severely, and more
time would be added to her servitude.

The man attached a coarse rope leash to her neck, and
wound it around each of her breasts tightly.  Her
giant mounds looked like torpedoes as they poked out
in front of her.  He wound the rope through her legs
and pulled it tightly into the crack of her ass, and
then again through the leash around her neck.  Every
movement was agony, as he led her on her hands and
knees into the field.  

She gasped in shock as she recognized where she was. 
The old barn on her own property had been turned into
her training shed.  How could she escape, when she was
home?  Her trainer tied her leash around a stake in
the grass, and led several cows into the pasture, and
left her there in the burning sun to learn proper cow
behavior.

The cows nudged her, but left her alone for the most
part. One took a dump right in front of her nose, and
she was forced to inhale the pungent odor throughout
the day, since she was tied down so tightly that she
couldn't move.  Every hour or so her instructor would
come out to the pasture and tighten her nipple clamps.
 He'd lash her a few times and order her to moo, but
still she refused.  By 4:00 pm her tits had grown to
an alarming size.  They were popping with veins and
turning purple by the time her instructor came out. 
She'd fallen asleep and had some cow poop stuck in her
hair, when he woke her up by lashing her tits.

SaraJane screamed out in agony. "please stop whipping
me, please help me, my breasts hurt so much, please
help me"  Her instructor whipped her painful tits, and
calmly explained that he required two things of her,
and the pain would go away.  The first thing she
needed to do was beg to be milked, since milking was
the only way to stop the pain and pressure in her
tits.  After that he explained, she would not be
permitted to speak until the terms of her contract her
up, everything else that she needed to say would be
conveyed through mooing, and then not even giving her
a chance to beg to be milked, he left her in the
field.

The next morning he returned.  SaraJane's eyes were
red rimmed and swollen from weeping all night.  Her
tits were obscenely stretched in front of her.  Her
massive mammaries were an alarming shade of scarlet. 
Her instructor whipped her a few times for fun, and
then removed her gag.  SaraJane was broken.  She
begged like a madwoman - "Please, milk my teats",
"please sir, milk me like a cow, please I beg of you"
Her instructor explained that she would need to make
the request of the entire Sukai team, and that they
would be gathered in their conference room at
lunchtime.  He left her alone and sobbing until midday
when he returned.

SaraJane was led on her hands and knees into the
conference room, and ordered up onto the table.  She
was out of her mind with agony and desperation to be
milked.  Her tits felt like sharp knives were digging
into them.  She was told to kneel in front of each man
in turn to beg this man to milk her and use her fuck
holes for the duration of her sentence.  Her face was
then pushed into each lap in turn as she was ordered
to suck each cock in the room, and to swallow each
sperm shower that followed.  

SaraJane was out of her mind with agony as she took
load after load of cum, until finally she was at the
last cock. He squirted into her cum soaked face, and
then explained that he couldn't allow her to be
milked, since he needed to excuse himself to go to the
men's room on the next floor and pee.  Without
thinking SaraJane begged the man to piss down her
throat, and just milk her already.  Those were the
last words that SaraJane uttered during her tenure as
a milk cow for Sukai. Following her request for piss,
she was told that her time of "mooing" had begun.

SaraJane was turned over and an enormous bucket was
brought in, and her instructor began to milk her while
the executives watched with interest.  At his command
SaraJane mooed her gratitude through her spermy lips. 


For over ten years SaraJane was milked several times a
day by the businessmen and their clients.  She was
fucked in every hole, and on special occasions she was
mounted by several of the smaller bulls.  Her body was
even painted in the recognizable white and black
pattern on Japanese holidays.  Though she desperately
tried to be a good milk cow, there were times that
SaraJane had to be severely punished - but that's for
another time.

Note  - I have huge tits and have always fantasized
about being force-milked, I was horny as hell today so
I wrote the story.





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