The steady rhythmic hum of the milking machine filled the room, its gentle pulsations sending waves of pleasure through Sarah’s body. She sat strapped into the special chair designed for her purpose, her naked form glistening with sweat under the warm lights of the milking parlor. Her hands drifted down to her stomach, where a small but noticeable baby bump had formed. Three years ago, she would have fought tooth and nail against this fate, but now she found comfort in it, even craved it.

Her swollen breasts ached deliciously beneath the cold rubber cups of the machine, each squeeze drawing out streams of thick, creamy milk that swirled into the collection bottles below. The sound of it dripping into the glass was music to her ears. She closed her eyes, savoring the sensation as her nipples tingled and her pussy grew wet.

Across the room, Danielle was similarly restrained, her own body being milked with the same mechanical efficiency. As Sarah watched, Adam moved behind his other daughter—milking cow—and positioned himself between her spread legs. Danielle moaned softly, her hips lifting involuntarily as Adam’s massive cock slid into her waiting cunt.

Sarah remembered how it had been for her those first few months—how she had screamed and pleaded, how she had tried to run away, how the humiliation had burned like fire in her belly. But Adam had been persistent, patient, breaking her resistance gradually until she began to understand what true submission felt like. Now, seeing him fuck Danielle, watching the way her friend’s face contorted with pleasure-pain, Sarah could only feel gratitude that she had been tamed so thoroughly.

Adam grunted with each thrust, his hands gripping Danielle’s hips hard enough to leave marks. “Take it, you little cow,” he growled, his voice rough with lust. “Take my cock deep inside that tight cunt.”

Danielle whimpered, her head lolling back as the milking machine continued its work on her breasts. “Yes, Master,” she breathed. “Fuck your little cow. Use her however you want.”