Cuffed & Stuffed (Part 1)

by Bessie Hucow

Sheila came to the farm to bust up the illegal Hucow ring, but she found herself on the wrong end of the law as the tables are turned and she must take a dose of her own medicine. Two strong, powerful farmhands lead her to the milking barn where she is relieved of both her dignity and her rich cream. Will they take her hard and without protection or will she find a way to wiggle out of the mess she made?


I didn't care that my supervisor didn't want to pursue the matter. As a woman, I was affronted by what was happening on the Hucow farm. I mean, really? Hucows? Women who have been turned into endless milking machines for men's pleasure? I was going to change that. If my boss wouldn't let me do it officially, I was going to take them down unofficially. All I needed to do was get inside and find evidence that they were up to no good.

Since I was off duty, I dressed casually, with only mace and my handcuffs with me and an unmarked car I "borrowed" from HQ. I went in silent, parked about a quarter of a mile away and walked to the farm. It was the middle of the night, so I didn't really expect there to be many people up at the Hucow farm, but I could see some lights off in the distance.


I grated my teeth together when I thought about what those poor women must be going through. I had done enough research to know what kind of depraved acts they were forced to endure. Can you imagine having pumps hooked up to your breasts and being treated no better than a cow? To what end?

The gravel crunched under my feet and I furtively looked around to make sure I wasn't being followed. That was the last thing I wanted. I had staked out the place earlier and knew that there was a weak point in the fence. I looked for that and quietly slipped inside unnoticed.

The first thing I noticed is that it looked like an average, ordinary dairy barn. The only difference was that the stalls were smaller and looked to have amenities. I crept closer and saw iPads and other fancy devices stashed there. I'm quite certain that real cows would have no need of such fanciful things.

I wondered what it was like to sit there and be milked. Did it hurt? Making sure no one was around, I studied the equipment. Just how big were these Hucow breasts, anyway? These suction pumps were huge! I lifted my shirt and put one over my average-sized breast and it made me feel extremely small. I tried to get into their mindset and sat down, with the pumps situated over my breasts. What would they do while being milked?

I picked up the tablet and saw that there was a lot of erotica on there. Erotica? Did these woman actually read this stuff? I pulled off the over-sized pumps and looked around some more. I was supposed to be looking for evidence of illegal activity so that I could get this place shut down, but now that I was here, I was very curious as to this lifestyle. Were these women here against their will or had they chosen to walk this path?

Who were these girls? Just your average, ordinary women who had no direction in their life and needed something to make them feel useful? I couldn't imagine anything else. I stumbled upon what looked to be a medicine barrel of some kind. I stiffened as I realized that this was probably where the girls got their Hucow pills.

Looking over my shoulder and seeing no one, I peered inside. My God, there was a ton of blue pills in there. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I grabbed one to take back with me to HQ. If it came back as an illegal substance they'd have enough to take them down.

Before pocketing the pill, I examined it. It wasn't a large pill, but I knew exactly what it was for. So innocuous, yet so powerful. Again, I wondered what it would feel like to be a Hucow. I'd never been pregnant before and so had no experience to go on. I tried to imagine my breasts large and filled with luscious, silky milk.


About the Author

Bessie Hucow is a cow. She likes doing cow things such as mooing and eating grass. She also likes to write very dirty stories. How does a cow write dirty stories? Simple, she nicked a computer and brought it into her barn where she writes under lamplight in the middle of the night when all her humans think she's asleep.

Why? To bring you the very best stories that a cow can write.

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