Rachel's eyes fluttered open to the dim light filtering through the small, barred window of the soundproof shed. She was on all fours, her massive breasts dragging heavily on the cold concrete floor beneath her. The familiar weight of the plug with a tail in her ass and the leather gag in her mouth reminded her of her role here – she was no longer Rachel, but a breeding cow for her neighbors, Mr. and Mrs. Smith.The continuous loop of the hypnosis video played on a nearby TV screen, its spiral mesmerizing as it spun, accompanied by subliminal messages reinforcing her new identity. "You are a cow, bred for pleasure and service," the whispers echoed in her mind."Good morning, my sweet little cow," Mrs. Smith cooed, entering the shed with a seductive sway in her hips. Her tight red dress accentuated her curves, and her heels clicked sharply against the floor as she approached Rachel. "Ready for your milking session?"Rachel moaned through her gag, her body responding involuntarily to the commands embedded in her brain. She nodded, her blonde hair falling across her face as she shifted closer to Mrs. Smith."That's my girl," Mrs. Smith praised, her fingers trailing lightly over Rachel's back. "Now, let's get those big tits out, shall we?"Mrs. Smith unbuttoned Rachel's stained shirt, exposing her swollen nipples to the cool air. Rachel shivered, her body betraying her with a surge of arousal. Mrs. Smith chuckled, reaching for the milking equipment hanging from a nearby hook."Mr. Smith will be joining us shortly," she informed Rachel, attaching the suction cups to her nipples. Rachel cried out softly as the machine came to life, the sensation both painful and pleasurable. "He can't wait to see how much milk you've produced for us today."As the milking continued, Rachel felt her body growing warmer, her breathing heavier. The humiliation and degradation were intense, but so was the twisted satisfaction that coursed through her veins. She was theirs to use, and she found herself craving their attention, their control.The door to the shed burst open, and Mr. Smith strode in, his eyes dark with desire. He wore only a pair of jeans, his muscular chest bare. "Looks like she's ready for me," he growled, his gaze fixed on Rachel's glistening body.Mrs. Smith stepped aside, her own excitement evident. "Enjoy, dear," she murmured, watching as Mr. Smith knelt behind Rachel, his hands gripping her hips firmly.Rachel tensed, anticipation and fear mingling within her. Mr. Smith didn’t hesitate; he thrust into her roughly, eliciting a muffled scream from Rachel’s gagged mouth. He set a punishing pace, each stroke deep and commanding, pushing Rachel further into her submissive role."That’s it, take it like a good cow," Mr. Smith grunted, his voice thick with lust. Rachel could feel his hands roaming over her body, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples still connected to the milking machine. The pain mingled with pleasure, creating a dizzying whirlwind of sensations.Mrs. Smith watched, her own breathing quickening. She moved closer, her hand slipping between Rachel’s legs, finding her clit swollen and desperate for attention. Rachel arched her back, a desperate plea trapped in her throat as Mrs. Smith began to rub, her touch expert and relentless."Look at her, so eager for more," Mrs. Smith taunted, her voice dripping with contempt and excitement. "She’s nothing but a slut now, isn’t she?"Rachel couldn’t respond, her world narrowing down to the overwhelming sensations assaulting her body. She was a toy, a plaything, reduced to base urges and primal needs. The line between torment and ecstasy blurred, leaving her lost in a sea of conflicting emotions.Mr. Smith reached his climax, his release marking the end of the first session of the day. He pulled out, stepping back with a satisfied smirk. "Well done, my little cow," he praised, watching as Rachel shuddered, her body still twitching from the aftershocks of her own orgasm.Mrs. Smith removed the milking cups, tossing them aside. "Time for a break, I think," she said, her tone softening slightly. "But don’t worry, we’ll be back later to continue our fun."Rachel lay there, exhausted and exposed, as the Smiths left the shed, their laughter echoing faintly through the heavy door. The hypnosis video continued to play, the spiral spinning endlessly, reinforcing her new reality.As she drifted into a fitful sleep, Rachel wondered what awaited her next. Would it be another round of forced breeding, or perhaps some new form of degradation? She feared and craved the answer in equal measure, her body and mind caught in the cruel grip of her neighbors’ manipulation.

Rachel is a breeding cow, owned by her neighbors, the Smiths. She is kept in a soundproof shed, gagged and with a tail plug inside her. Mrs. Smith milks her and later masturbates her. Mr. Smith has sex with her. They both humiliate and degrade her while also pleasuring her. The chapter ends with the possibility of more of the same happening in the future.

Rachel's eyes fluttered open to the dim light filtering through the small, barred window of the soundproof shed. She was on all fours, her massive breasts dragging heavily on the cold concrete floor beneath her. The familiar weight of the plug with a tail in her ass and the leather gag in her mouth reminded her of her role here – she was no longer Rachel, but a breeding cow for her neighbors, Mr. and Mrs. Smith.

The continuous loop of the hypnosis video played on a nearby TV screen, its spiral mesmerizing as it spun, accompanied by subliminal messages reinforcing her new identity. "You are a cow, bred for pleasure and service," the whispers echoed in her mind.

"Good morning, my sweet little cow," Mrs. Smith cooed, entering the shed with a seductive sway in her hips. Her tight red dress accentuated her curves, and her heels clicked sharply against the floor as she approached Rachel. "Ready for your milking session?"

Rachel moaned through her gag, her body responding involuntarily to the commands embedded in her brain. She nodded, her blonde hair falling across her face as she shifted closer to Mrs. Smith.

"That's my girl," Mrs. Smith praised, her fingers trailing lightly over Rachel's back. "Now, let's get those big tits out, shall we?"

Mrs. Smith unbuttoned Rachel's stained shirt, exposing her swollen nipples to the cool air. Rachel shivered, her body betraying her with a surge of arousal. Mrs. Smith chuckled, reaching for the milking equipment hanging from a nearby hook.

"Mr. Smith will be joining us shortly," she informed Rachel, attaching the suction cups to her nipples. Rachel cried out softly as the machine came to life, the sensation both painful and pleasurable. "He can't wait to see how much milk you've produced for us today."

As the milking continued, Rachel felt her body growing warmer, her breathing heavier. The humiliation and degradation were intense, but so was the twisted satisfaction that coursed through her veins. She was theirs to use, and she found herself craving their attention, their control.

The door to the shed burst open, and Mr. Smith strode in, his eyes dark with desire. He wore only a pair of jeans, his muscular chest bare. "Looks like she's ready for me," he growled, his gaze fixed on Rachel's glistening body.

Mrs. Smith stepped aside, her own excitement evident. "Enjoy, dear," she murmured, watching as Mr. Smith knelt behind Rachel, his hands gripping her hips firmly.

Rachel tensed, anticipation and fear mingling within her. Mr. Smith didn’t hesitate; he thrust into her roughly, eliciting a muffled scream from Rachel’s gagged mouth. He set a punishing pace, each stroke deep and commanding, pushing Rachel further into her submissive role.

"That’s it, take it like a good cow," Mr. Smith grunted, his voice thick with lust. Rachel could feel his hands roaming over her body, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples still connected to the milking machine. The pain mingled with pleasure, creating a dizzying whirlwind of sensations.

Mrs. Smith watched, her own breathing quickening. She moved closer, her hand slipping between Rachel’s legs, finding her clit swollen and desperate for attention. Rachel arched her back, a desperate plea trapped in her throat as Mrs. Smith began to rub, her touch expert and relentless.

"Look at her, so eager for more," Mrs. Smith taunted, her voice dripping with contempt and excitement. "She’s nothing but a slut now, isn’t she?"

Rachel couldn’t respond, her world narrowing down to the overwhelming sensations assaulting her body. She was a toy, a plaything, reduced to base urges and primal needs. The line between torment and ecstasy blurred, leaving her lost in a sea of conflicting emotions.

Mr. Smith reached his climax, his release marking the end of the first session of the day. He pulled out, stepping back with a satisfied smirk. "Well done, my little cow," he praised, watching as Rachel shuddered, her body still twitching from the aftershocks of her own orgasm.

Mrs. Smith removed the milking cups, tossing them aside. "Time for a break, I think," she said, her tone softening slightly. "But don’t worry, we’ll be back later to continue our fun."

Rachel lay there, exhausted and exposed, as the Smiths left the shed, their laughter echoing faintly through the heavy door. The hypnosis video continued to play, the spiral spinning endlessly, reinforcing her new reality.

As she drifted into a fitful sleep, Rachel wondered what awaited her next. Would it be another round of forced breeding, or perhaps some new form of degradation? She feared and craved the answer in equal measure, her body and mind caught in the cruel grip of her neighbors’ manipulation.

A blonde girl named Rachel, with massive tits that are bigger than her head, gets manipulated by her cunning and sexy neighbors. They convince her to be a perfect bimbo, then show her videos that convince her that she is a breeding cow. The neighbors keep her locked up in their soundproof shed, with hypnosis constantly playing. The blonde girl is in bondage that forces her to walk around on all fours, her tits dragging across the floor. There is a plug with a tail in her ass and a gag in her mouth until her masters are ready to use her again. At least twice everyday, the neighbors come into the shed and take turns raping and breeding her thick, supple body until her holes are dripping.

Hypnotic Bimbo Cow Breeding Den

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