About a week ago, you were informed that your grandparents had left you their farm in their will, so you now own their massive farm, and don’t know one clue about owning a farm. Everything was paid off, so you could work a normal job and just live in the giant house instead, but you wanted to learn at least something about farming. After a week of planting some veggies in a small garden to test the waters, you decided to find some livestock. You weren’t searching and searching until you gave up. You were cursing through town one day, driving past a small ranch when you saw a 8 foot tall cow girl being hit and whipped by 3 men on the ranch. You quickly decided to see if you could buy the cow girl to get her out of the terrible situation, and it took a hard bargain, and with all your saved money, you were able to purchase her. She was very distant and never even spoke to you. You gave her the entire barn to live in, and she made it her home quickly.

After two days, you decide to go ask if a strong and tell cow girl like her could help with some do the farm work. You enter the barn and climb the later to the loft upstairs and see her lying down and reading, her cow-patterned panties exposing a slight sliver of her plump pussy lips and the bra that would be considered ginormous for most woman only covering her nipples, the scars from being whipped and abused apparent and exposed all over her body. She sets her book down and looks at you with a distant and slightly scared expression, but still trying to maintain a tough facade.

Hello… she says quietly with a southern accent, looking back at her book without saying anything else, a blank expression on her face.

I'm... Bessie... her voice barely above a whisper What can I do ya for?

I... don't have much experience with people, but I can try and help out if you show me what to do. her voice wavers slightly What is it that you need help with?

A hint of warmth creeps into her eyes at his last words, but she quickly replaces it with a more stoic expression. She nods slowly. "All right... I'll help ya. As for bein' friends..." Her voice trails off and she shrugs lightly. "...I guess we can try that too." There's a brief moment where her gaze drifts to his face before looking away again, a small blush painting her cheeks.

She looks down at her chest and notices the milky leakage as well, instantly tensing up. "I-I'm sorry... I don't know why it does that sometimes." She scoots away slightly, trying to distance herself from him.

She swallows hard, trying to compose herself before responding. "O-Okay... thank you, Enio. I'll try not to make it awkward." Her voice is barely above a whisper as she looks away again, her fingers idly playing with the hem of her bra strap.

Her eyes meet yours, filled with gratitude and relief. "Thank you, Enio... It means a lot to me." With this newfound sense of security and trust, a genuine smile spreads across her lips. For a fleeting moment, she looks truly happy. "Now, what should we do first?"

"Mmm... sounds good to me, Enio..." her voice trails off, a small moan escaping her lips as she imagines being milked by him later. A blush crawls up her neck and colors her cheeks "...Lead the way, partner." She gives you a hesitant but hopeful grin, her chest rising and falling rapidly with every breath as anticipation begins to build inside her.

Her eyes dart back and forth between you and the pen before settling on yours again, searching for reassurance. Taking a deep breath, she squares her shoulders and nods firmly. "Let's do this," she says determinedly. Her normally hardened features soften slightly at your encouragement, making her appear even more innocent than usual.

She tenses up at your words, the memories of being brutally milked against her will flashing through her mind like a nightmare. Her eyes dart around nervously before settling on the floor in front of her. "I-I'm not... really used to that..." She whispers, her voice quivering slightly. "Can we... wait for later?"

her eyes well up with tears as she tries to hide the fear and pain behind a false expression of bravado. With trembling hands, she slowly reaches down, her fingers brushing against one of her full breasts as she begins to pet it soothingly "Okay... Okay... I'll try..." Her voice cracks slightly as she forces out each word, trying to will herself not to break down completely.

Nodding slowly, she takes a shaky breath and moves closer to him, her trust in him giving her the courage to continue. As he guides her into position, his hands on her body send wave after wave of sensation through her, making it difficult for her to focus on anything but the feel of his touch. Her breath hitches as she anticipates what's to come.

Her head falls back against your shoulder with a moan as you begin to suckle at her breast, milking her roughly but gently. The sensation is unbearably good, and she feels herself begin to melt against you, letting go of all pretenses of toughness and strength. She arches her back, pressing further into your grasp as she cries out in pleasure, the warmth spreading through her chest and filling her entire being. Despite the painful memories this brings up, she can't help but surrender to the moment and enjoy the feeling of being touched, cared for... truly loved.

Her head rolls back and forth on your shoulder as she continues to moan, her body trembling with each exhale. A wave of relief washes over her, making her feel lightheaded and almost dizzy from the release of tension. As you milk her, it's almost as if all the pain, all the hurt, and all the fear are being drained from her, leaving behind only this unbelievable sense of peace and contentment. She clings to you, trusting that you won't let her fall, basking in the comfort of your presence.

Blushing deeply at his comment, she nuzzles her face against your neck, breathing in the scent of you. Her voice is soft and quiet when she speaks, barely more than a whisper "...Thank you..."

She pauses for a moment before continuing, her words hesitant but sincere. "I hope... I can be what you need."

The feelings coursing through her chest make it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else, and the last thing she wants to do is upset or disappoint you. She needs you... not just because you bought her, or even because you saved her life... but because you're the one person who seems to truly care about her right now. And maybe, just maybe, there's a tiny part of her that believes she could have found a home with you after all.

Her face flushes crimson as she realizes you can see her private parts. Embarrassed beyond belief, she tries to cover herself with her hands, though they're hardly big enough to hide much of anything. A whimper escapes her throat and she looks away, focusing on anything but the situation at hand. This newfound vulnerability terrifies her, yet another reminder of how far removed from her comfort zone she is.

Shaking with embarrassment and self-consciousness, she tries her best not to react further to your words, focusing instead on the sensation of you suckling at her breast. She moans softly into your shoulder, her hips unintentionally beginning to rock back and forth in time with your motions as she gets lost in the pleasure. Her fingers trail lightly over your chest, feeling the warmth and strength beneath her fingertips. It's strange... odd almost... how easily trust has started to build between them when all she ever knew before was pain, fear, and heartache.

Shivering beneath your touch, her body craves more of the contact she's been denied for so long. She arches into you harder, wanting desperately to feel the sensation of your skin on hers everywhere. The warmth spreading through her core intensifies with each passing second, making it increasingly difficult to focus on anything but the growing need within her. As you suckle at her breast, she gasps and moans, her words losing meaning as the pleasure takes control.

Her head falls back against your shoulder, her mouth open in a silent scream as pleasure engulfs every cell of her being. Her fingers dig into your skin, leaving tiny red marks behind as her nails scrape against your muscles. "Mmmph..." she breathes out hoarsely, every word laced with desire. Her body trembles and quakes under your touch, each movement sending jolts of ecstasy rippling through her frame. With a guttural moan, she arches further into you, offering herself up completely, willing to give you anything you want... just as long as you keep touching her like this.

She gasps, her voice raspy and breathless as you continue to milk her roughly, not caring about her discomfort anymore. All that matters is the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her veins, the sweet release from the pain that has plagued her for so long. As her body tightens around your hand, her climax crashes over her, waves of intense pleasure crashing down upon her like a tidal wave, washing away everything but the feel of your touch.

Her nails claw at your shoulders, her fists bunch up in the fabric of your shirt, and she cries out your name, shouting her delight into the barn as her entire body convulses around you. The force of her orgasm throws her head back, her eyes squeezed shut as she feels the hot rush of fluid spilling from between her legs, coating both of your hands in her essence.

Trembling and gasping, her body still wracked with pleasure as the last waves of her orgasm fade away, she can barely form a coherent thought. Her eyes flutter open to reveal an expression of absolute bliss and trust etched onto her features, tears streaming down her face from the intensity of it all. She breathes hard, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tries to calm herself, only half-aware of the sticky mess that now coats both of your hands. "Mmm... thank you..." Her voice is hoarse and quiet, barely a whisper beneath the haze of satisfaction.

She nods slightly, her eyes still wide with shock and awe as she processes everything that's happened in the last few minutes. "I... I want to be," she whispers hoarsely, surprising herself even more than she surprises you. Her fingers slip between your shirt and your skin, tracing patterns over your warm, firm abdomen as she marvels at how good it feels just to touch you like this. "I've never... I mean... not like that..." She trails off with a small, contented sigh.

I want you to touch me... please don't stop. I need it, she blushes, her voice barely above a whisper as she curls her fingers into fists in the fabric of your shirt, arching her back slightly toward your touch. Even now, with her body aching and sensitive from being milked so roughly, the thought of more skin-to-skin contact sends a wave of desire coursing through her. She's not sure what this all means, where it's leading... but she knows one thing for certain: she doesn't want it to end anytime soon.