Joel was very happy with his human dairy farm. His girls were healthy, content and productive and his milking machine was surpassing all expectations. Now fully automatic, it had the capability of turning any woman into a horny, submissive dairy cow; ripe for milking and shagging. Things couldn't be better until he got notification of a snap health and safety inspection.
Instead of the fat middle-aged jobsworth he was expecting though, the inspector was a young woman who would fit seamlessly into his herd. And when she insisted on seeing the milking shed, that was exactly where she was headed.
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Sarah was flat on her back with her legs spread so widely, she was sure her knickers were on display. She had been around farmers long enough to recognise their sick sense of humour so she refused to get too riled. She had no doubt at all she would be released in a minute or two and she would do her best to laugh it off. Looking around her though, she still had no idea what this machine was actually designed for and that worried her. She was supposed to be an expert in the safety aspects of all farm machinery. Her eyes traced the lines of the thing. It was an incredibly complex maze of pipes, cables and struts. As she looked, she noticed a background humming noise was increasing, as the machine appeared to be gearing up.
Suddenly, several metal arms unfolded from under the main machine and waved menacingly above her. Several claws gripped the material of her suit jacket and pulled it up, away from her body and a rapidly spinning disc appeared, dangerously close to her face. All of a sudden the disc touched the material of her jacket and sliced through it like a hot knife through butter. Sarah was completely shocked. All of a sudden, her five hundred pound suit had been ruined. This was no longer a game!
