Bunny Tales: The Milk of Human Kinkiness. Pt.1

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Bunny Tales: The Milk of Human Kinkiness. Pt.1

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The Milk of Human Kinkiness. Part One: The Human Farm.


The ringing of a loud, frantically shaken handbell woke Cow 8 with a start from his fitful slumber. The coldness of the brick floor had seemed immune to the presence of either his body heat or the thin, rough straw-filled crude hessian mattress upon which he lay.
“Wake up! Toilet! Position!” The clipped female voice was loud and stern. 8 rose slowly as his aching limbs unfolded from beneath a single sheet of the same coarse material and walked to the far rear corner of the small plain cell. Aside from the harsh bedding, the only other contents in the twelve by six feet stone walled cell was a small trough filled with drinking water and a pile of straw. Standing as close up to the cell corner as he could, 8 urinated into the centre of the golden heap. A small stream began to emerge from beneath the straw which he attempted to shore up by pulling some dry straw forward. With the absence of any water or other cleaning materials, 8’s “toilet” was thus concluded for the time being. Fulfilling the third of the barked instructions, 8 moved to the centre of his cell and dropped his naked body to all-fours facing the locked heavy wooden door. As he waited, heartbeat racing at the prospect of the day to come, he swiftly replayed in his mind the events that led to this moment.

For some considerable time Bunny had become increasingly interested in some of the more exotic and indeed one might say extreme avenues of bondage activity. One such area of attraction was the practice of forced milking, whereby multiple ejaculations are obtained by the use of a purpose built penis pumping machine. The resultant semen is collected in a chamber and the device continues to mercilessly pump away until subsequent “milk” is enticed forth. The vacuum created within the sheath-lined pump is not affected by either the refractory loss of erection nor the resultant loss of interest by the victim; pumping continues unabated and eventually the pleasure can become sheer torture. The particular attractions of this for Bunny were firstly how he might cope with continuing stimulation when he was sated in this regard and, just how many multiple orgasms either partial, ruined or whole, might it be physically and mentally possible for him to achieve and/or endure in one continuous session? Bunny’s research took him to the online domain of “The Human Farm”, a community run by women which according to their webpage, specialised in the “…subjugation, humiliation and complete domination of the male specimen.” The Farm was situated in a very isolated area with no other residential properties for miles around. A large extended farmhouse provided accommodation for up to six women at any one time, all of whom were committed to subjecting a number of their male specimens, both summoned or invited, to a regime of 24 hr domination of varying kinds. The one common treatment the helpless males all received, were regular prolonged sessions in the so-called “Milking Shed”. Bunny asked his occasional Rope Mistress if she knew of this community, which it transpired she not only knew of, but also attended herself from time to time. Therefore, she told Bunny that if he really wanted to experience this unique place, she would take him with her next time. This was the easiest “yes” yet for Bunny, and so introductions were made and a week-long session arranged. He was told the date of commencement and the nearest train station to which he was to arrive; the information was given to him in the form of a very brief letter that he received five days before the due date:

Worthless male,
From now on, you are known to us as “Cow 8”.
You will be at Gladechester Train Station at 16.00, 23/05/22.
You will bring your agreed financial Tribute.
You will arrive fed, bathed, in clean clothes.
You will bring no other clothes or toiletries of any kind.
You will be met by your Mistress, to whom, you will make an audible cow-like “moo”.

The letter gave no further clues as to what would happen to him at the Farm, but Bunny’s research prepared him for the possibility of long hours of restraint, incarceration and punishment.
The days soon passed and a supremely excited Bunny made his two hour train journey as requested. The station exit opened onto a narrow pavement which ran beside a quiet road lined on the opposite side by tall hedging. Gladechester appeared to be a fairly small and certainly very rural village. Looking left, the road led to a T-junction some hundred or so yards away that looked to open onto the High Street, evidenced by the sight of a bakery window and adjacent pub sign he could just make out. To the right, the road curved in the same direction and offered no immediate clue to where it might lead. Directly opposite the station and facing the curving road, was parked a long-axle white van with no rear or side windows beyond the front seats and a side-opening sliding door. The driver’s door opened and out stepped Bunny’s periodic domina, Mistress Sadie. She walked around to the side of the van and opened the sliding door a few inches, waiting for Bunny to approach. He couldn’t help a backwards glance inside the station and from behind the single counter window, the ticket seller gave him a smile with the faintest hint of a nod which seemed to say “I know where you’re going!” Facing front again, Bunny walked towards his waiting Mistress. He took in the sight of her calf-length close-fitting black leather boots, short black skirt over sheer black tights, open collared white shirt and cream coloured light summer jacket. The contrast of these colours was made even more acute by the scarlet lipstick she wore. Her jet black bobbed hair framed a serious but deeply attractive face. As with every time they met, Bunny thought she looked a good decade younger than her forty five years of age. He walked up to her and attempted the most realistic “Moo” that he could. Mistress Sadie made no discernible acknowledgement of this, but opened the sliding door further. “In.” she said to Bunny with a curt tone. Bunny climbed into the darkened interior and before he could even turn his head to examine the inside of the van, a bag was pulled harshly over his head and the same hands grabbed him by the upper arms and pulled him over onto the hard wooden floor of the van. His legs were pulled in and he heard the sliding door slam shut. He was rolled onto his stomach and his arms were roughly pulled behind his back where both wrists were locked tightly into handcuffs. His ankles were also pulled together and similarly fastened into metal cuffs. The rough-feeling sacklike bag was pulled up to just above Bunny’s lips and the silicone ball of a gag was thrust into his mouth and buckled behind his neck; the sack was lowered again to enclose his entire head. As the driver’s door slammed and the van’s engine roared to life, Bunny’s fettered ankles were lifted up behind his buttocks and another pair of cuffs were used to link the wrists and ankles, forming a very uncomfortable hogtie. Thankfully, Bunny was pushed over onto his side. No further words were said nor attention paid to him as Bunny felt the van pull away.

Bunny guessed that the journey from the station took about ten minutes and involved a good number of turns. The last few moments of the journey crunched along a gravel track of some kind. The van came to a halt and immediately the cuffs forming the hogtie were removed, followed by the shackles around his ankles. The van door was slid open and Bunny’s legs were dragged to the edge of the vehicle. “Stand up.” Mistress Sadie ordered as soon as the driver’s door was closed. Bunny slid forward until his feet made contact with the ground and carefully, he stood. Bunny felt a leather collar being fastened around his neck, just below the strap of the gag and the click of what transpired to be a lead being attached to a ring on the collar by his throat. A hard tug indicated that Bunny was to commence walking which he did obediently and confidently; he knew that his captors would not let him stumble or fall. Clearly, his ready compliance was appreciated as a strange voice said almost kindly, “Good Cow! Good Cow!” The gravel soon gave way to a smooth inclining ramp and Bunny became aware that he had entered a building. “Step down.” Once again, he continued a confident pace forwards but compensated with his next step for a change in depth. The same second voice commented “This one seems very compliant for a new creature Mistress Sadie, you’ve clearly trained him well.”
“A natural submissive,” Mistress replied, “it loves being dominated.”
“Well we’ll take that to the limit this week! Stop!” That last word was loud and sharp. Bunny stopped immediately. “Sit!” Bunny sat unhesitatingly onto the backless seat he implicitly knew would be there. The hessian bag was pulled from Bunny’s head and he found himself sat on a small wooden stall in front of a solid office-sized desk that had been placed in the centre of the hallway of the building he had entered. Sat behind the desk were Mistress Sadie and next to her a woman dressed identically to Mistress Sadie, younger by perhaps a decade but beautiful in her imposing countenance. Bunny’s Mistress spoke first, “High Mistress, I present Cow 8 for a six day confinement. It wants to experience extended milking. It is already a very compliant, receptive rope bottom and so I offer him as a subject for this week’s shibari training course. It can endure long and complex rope scenes and responds very well to intense corporal punishment, especially the whip and cane.”
“Thank you, Mistress Sadie,” High Mistress replied with a deep, assertive voice, “a most welcome offer.” She looked directly at Bunny and said, “Days begin when you are woken by a bell, whereupon you will immediately get up, urinate on your straw, get on all fours in the middle of your cell facing the door, eyes to the ground. You will be walked to the wash room where you will be hosed down. You will be walked to the Education Centre where you will spend half the day bottoming for our shibari course students. You will spend the second half of each day being milked continuously until you are returned to your cell to sleep. You will eat, drink and toilet as, how and when you are told. You will utter no words, but will moo like the little cow you are but only when and how you are instructed. If you understand and accept, moo once. If you do not accept, moo twice and you will be sent home.” Bunny gave through the gag what he hoped was a clearly assenting “mmmmoooo!”
“Excellent!” enthused High Mistress. “Now, hand me your Tribute.” The escort behind Bunny released his wrists from the cuffs and he immediately reached into his pocket, withdrew the envelope containing the agreed amount and handed it to his captor. “Good cow. Now, stand, undress, except for your collar which remains on for the duration of your confinement, place your clothes folded on the desk and drop to all fours, head down and eyes to the ground.” As Bunny set to this task, further details of his routine were imparted to him. Each evening when he was returned to his cell, he would be treated to a new pile of straw in the corner upon which to urinate only. His was not the task of renewing the straw; that particular “honour” it would appear belonged to another inmate. For the first two days, he would have a large “8” drawn his buttock but if he made it to day three, a once-only offer would be made to have the number branded into his rear flesh; this was not compulsory, but Bunny could tell that it would certainly greatly impress his captors if he assented. Stripped, naked and crawling through a pool of drool that had oozed with viscous inevitability from around the mouth-filling gag, Cow 8 was pulled by its lead to the other side of the large hallway that belonged to a large, detached Manor House nestled in several acres of secluded field and woodland.

A wide central staircase ascended to an open hallway above, but 8 was taken to a lift instead that descended to a basement that had been converted into a fully equipped cell block and as he would soon enough discover, a well-stocked punishment chamber. 8 was walked to one of a line of ten closely aligned solid wooden cell doors. In the centre of each door was a square opening with a sliding cover of the kind used in prison cell doors, so that the cattle could be checked at intervals. The door was opened and 8 was ungagged, unclipped from his lead and ushered in. With no further words, the door was closed and locked. 8 noticed a small glass window above head level, not even large enough to poke his head through even if it could be opened. Either side of the window which only allowed the most feeble amount of daylight access, were ventilated air bricks. 8 guessed that the tiny apertures were barely above ground level outside, so he did not expect any improvement in the quality of light morning or evening. Beside a trough in one corner of the cell filled with water, was a roughly torn hunk of white crusty bread. A note was positioned between the trough and meagre morsel proclaiming, “Welcome Cow 8. Eat, drink, sleep.” He now understood why the letter he received said arrive fed. This was all the human contact he would have until the morning. 8 obediently ate his crust, without thinking slurped some water animal-style, and quite literally in order to really sink into role, crawled into his harsh bed. (End of Part One. In Part Two, Bunny begins to discover just how gruelling a day "down on the farm" can be!)
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Lotharjulz wrote:Awesome beginning! The details and the imagery were a great read and am excited to read the rest of what happens to bunny.
Thank you; that's very kind of you. This particular tale is shaping up to be a three-parter, I think! Part Two not far off now. I always harboured aspirations to write some amateur Science Fiction which is a love of mine, but could just not seem to get started. However, dip my toes in the world of deviant, kinky erotica, and the creative juices are really flowing :rofl:

I always enjoy stopping by the Fiction Stories section, so it's nice to be able to "return the favour" :D
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hogfan-sub wrote:
Lotharjulz wrote:Awesome beginning! The details and the imagery were a great read and am excited to read the rest of what happens to bunny.
Thank you; that's very kind of you. This particular tale is shaping up to be a three-parter, I think! Part Two not far off now. I always harboured aspirations to write some amateur Science Fiction which is a love of mine, but could just not seem to get started. However, dip my toes in the world of deviant, kinky erotica, and the creative juices are really flowing :rofl:

I always enjoy stopping by the Fiction Stories section, so it's nice to be able to "return the favour" :D
Possibly a new profession in prospect. Then when you become a famous writer, we can always say that you have taken your first steps here at BoundAnna. :wink: :hi:
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kinbaku wrote:
hogfan-sub wrote:
Lotharjulz wrote:Awesome beginning! The details and the imagery were a great read and am excited to read the rest of what happens to bunny.
Thank you; that's very kind of you. This particular tale is shaping up to be a three-parter, I think! Part Two not far off now. I always harboured aspirations to write some amateur Science Fiction which is a love of mine, but could just not seem to get started. However, dip my toes in the world of deviant, kinky erotica, and the creative juices are really flowing :rofl:

I always enjoy stopping by the Fiction Stories section, so it's nice to be able to "return the favour" :D
Possibly a new profession in prospect. Then when you become a famous writer, we can always say that you have taken your first steps here at BoundAnna. :wink: :hi:
Maybe I should weave some horror elements into Bunny's stories, then I could take a pen name like, oh, I don't know.....Stephen Kink maybe??..."Thank you and goodnight!!" :rofl:
"There is something comforting about being tied up" (Madonna).....Oh how I agree!!

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