Modern Dairy

He grabbed her hair and shouted into her face, “Give the collections, Bitch. That is my money and I intend to have it, NOW!” The always self-reliant Lory reached into her book bag while he was attempting to stare her down and removed the laser HE had given her for just such an occasion and applied it to the bully’s balls.

Bill went down as if he had been hit with a hammer between the eyes.

“Oh look I think Bill is sick!” Lory exclaimed, then to Beverly, her driver, she said , “Help me get him into the car and we will drive him home.”

Beverly obeyed her Mistress and helped her deposit the boy on the floor of the back seat.

When she was inside, and Bev was driving away she said, “No. Let’s take him to the condo.”

Beverly, the faithful servant, drove to the condo, besides it was time for her afternoon milking and the pressure was building up. She would not have dared disobey, but this change served her needs also. On the way there, Lory called the condo, ordered the head herder to go to the address she found in Bill’s wallet and roundup the mother and father of these troublesome pests. She decided to end this brood once and for all. Her father told her that in the old days when a wolf attacked the herd, you had totally eradicate it and all of its offspring’s. Lory decided to do this with this brood.

When they arrived at the garage Lory kicked Bill’s balls to forestall any opposition, and ordered Bev to the milking room. Lory collared and stripped the helpless and dazed Bill, and captured his hands to the collar in back. She got a pole rope and dragged him out of the car to the concrete floor of the garage.

“Up you bastard. You can walk or I will drag you by the neck. Your choice sucker,” she punctuated this with a jerk of the pole. A strangled cry and attempted resistance soon gave Bill the understanding that this girl meant every word she said. He rose to his knees and she pulled him the rest of the way with the rope. When he attempted to close with her, she twirled the pole. He found himself again on his back struggling to breath as she pulled the rope and he was still 6 feet from the little devil.

“Now sucker you want to take a walk or drag?” Lory gloated. She had fully expected his reaction, and welcomed a chance to demonstrate her skill. A much subdued Bill let himself be lead to the elevator and then to a holding pen. Lory forced him to his knees and gagged him with an extra large penis gag. She took pains to find one fresh and rubbed it in her ass for flavor. She forced him on his knees and using care she secured the chain snubbed around the top of his ball sack that assured he would remain on his knees till someone released him.

She went up to the herders’ office and waited until Bill and Mary’s parents were brought in. They were bewildered and disoriented as to what was happening. The herders had stripped, collared, and cuffed them as was the procedure. Mary’s mother, Angela, had a big belly and flabby, hanging-down tits. Lory hoped that they could be reactivated to pay back for the nursing Angela had done on the two previous whelps. Anqela was dragged to the milking room and started on her hormone shots. As these tits were too large, the drown had to use three needles on each tit to fill it up to get the proper activation potential.

Lory thought, “Daddy will kill me if this doesn’t work and I wasted so much of his hormone on a burned-out set of tits. Well he can just take it out of the college fund. I didn’t want to go to Harvard anyway.” Bills father was secured similar to Bill in a cage across the aisle.

“I want to personally make steers out of these two tonight at the rodeo,” Lory told the chief herder.

“I don’t know if HE will like, little miss. HE would skin me alive if anything happened to you in the arena,” said the herder, “Why not let one of the herders hold them and use the tool?”

“No, I want the big one first and I want the other one to see it and know what is going to happen to his,” Lory commented, “I’ll get Daddy’s OK will that satisfy you. This nest of snakes is going to end here, tonight.”

The herder wasn’t happy. If she got so much as a hangnail out of this, he’d have had it. He decided to use cattle prod on the older one for an hour before the castration to get him docile enough to make it easy for her. Better to do the young buck too. It didn’t pay to take chances as this was HIS daughter and probably his future boss.

Lory got a very reluctant “YES” from her father. HE was not happy but his children had to be allowed to grow up. Couldn’t keep them babies forever. HE was happier when he heard the chief herder’s preparations . That was a thinker there . Yes sir I’ll raise that one’s pay this very day.

Lory had explained the need to rid the environment of this family so HE set HIS legal wheels in motion. Mavis had a petition before the court for child abuse for the parents and the children were made wards of the court . Judge O’Dell signed it during her evening milking session. She received so much praise that night that she gave 10% more milk that night in addition to the court order. Now it was discovered that when the papers were served the family had fled. The rumor was circulated that the child abuse was probably why Mary had run away also. Well, they would be never caught anyway, but if they were, the would be in Judge O’Dell’s court and there, they would get the maximum. As it was, they were all going to a far worse fate that very evening.

The herders had gone all out and HE now had five oriental girls. The smarter herders had been selective and got him stubby stocky heifers whose tits would be easier to expand. HE had to admit that the slim little heifer had provided him an excellent afternoon trying to open up her cunt and ass to “man size.” He thought that when she got loose enough HE’d have Lory tighten her up again and start all over. There was such a feeling deep in her tight crotch…must not get too attached. Look what happened with Lory’s mother. He kept her too long and to what end? The surgeon had not given HIM the full amount. Well, cannot let that happen again.

HE took HIS position in the main box. Martha was naked between his legs to anticipate HIS every needs. HE checked that the camera drowns were ready. The chief herder gave HIM a nod. Then Lory, with her new cow girl outfit, bought special by Bev, entered the ring. Bill’s father was brought out staggering with his chained balls swinging between his rubbery legs. Lory took full advantage of the situation and threw her rope over his neck and with the aid of the pole, she threw him to the ground. She grabbed his left leg and quickly tied it to his waist belt with her short rope. Capturing the other leg took some time as the man realized this was a proceeding he did not want to happen. Lory finally resorted to the cattle prod and shocked his exposed balls. He gave a scream and expired. Lory roped his right leg to the other side of the belt and motioned for Bev to bring the ammonia to revive him so he could appreciate the coming steering he was to undergo.

As he convulsed and struggled to get up, Lory went over to the holding pen and taunted Bill, “You are next sucker. I’m going to be rid of your whole family tonight. I want you to know it now because later you may not be able to appreciate the full effect. Now just you pay attention closely and see what l am going to do to these.”

With that she fondled his chained balls and gave them a parting twist. Ignoring his scream, she went back to her task. Back in the center of the ring, the man had ceased struggling and was resting trying to figure out something to do.

Lory called, “Beverly bring me the tool, and hold it up high for all to see.”

Bev grabbed the branch cutting tool, hoisted the rusty blood-stained metal half-moon shaped blade over her head, and walked quickly to her mistress. She bowed and surrendered it to Lory’s capable hand. Lory, ever the show-woman bowed to her father, and turned to her intended victim. She advanced on him and began playfully opening and closing the curved blade. The man tried to roll and escape the fate he now knew was to be his. Lory stepped on the chain attached to his balls and stopped his progress. She then kicked his side with the steel-toed boots she had bought for the occasion this afternoon. A sickening crack told her she had done it right. The man bellowed. She grabbed the chain, and tried to raise him by his balls. He went rigid with pain and even when she positioned the cutter he did not notice. She gave him some slack to allow his sense to return. She wedged one handle on the ground, positioned the blade, and then stomped on the loose handle. The man bellowed and laid back convulsing. Lory picked up her trophy and then to assure its former owner was aware, she showed him the ball sack with his testicles.

She turned it inside out and spilled balls on his chest and said, “These started your troublesome children so l am making sure that they will not make any more. I am going to make a necklace for myself with these and Bill’s. Bev, bring the hot iron.”

Bev ran over with the white hot iron that a drown had been heating. Lory then cauterized the wound so she could play with this steer some more when or if the spirit moved her. He passed out before she was through and the herder dragged him back to bleed and convulse in his cage. Bill’s mother was brought down and did not present an obstacle to Lory, so she was branded with Lory’s initials quickly on both ass cheeks. As Lory wanted to try to make this one to a milker, she was then dragged to a cage in the back of the arena.

Now came Bill’s turn. He tried to hide in his cage. A herder went in and grabbed the ball chain and dragged him to the center of the ring and tripped him when he tried to flee. Lory got her short rope around his right ankle and had it on and joined to his belt easily. Then she grabbed the ball chain and lifted till he ceased fighting. She then joined his left ankle to the belt easily.

She reached down and removed the ball chain and called to Beverly, “Bring me the big metal cherry picker like we used yesterday.”

She had made the promise not to go easy on this soon-to-be steer, since he had tried to hurt her. He would never do this again, ever. Bev arrived with the metal monster dildo, strapped it around Lory’s slim hips, and waited at her side to help, as was her duty. Lory waited till Bill came to full consciousness and then she rubbed the killer dildo over his face. The metal teeth caused nicks on his face and he was horrified at the thought of her intended use of this thing. She would ruin him. Bill screamed into the gag. He shook his head. He begged with his eyes. At this point, he would have done anything, and I mean anything to stop this thing, but his wishes no longer mattered. He was in the hands of a higher power, that of little Lory.

“Now, don’t get so upset, this will just tickle a little. When l used it on your sister the other day, she got to like it in her loose, fucked-out cunt. Why, I had to use the prod to get it away from her. I bet your ass hole is real loose from all those faggot friends of yours… No? ... Oh, don’t be modest… Anyway, if it ain’t loose now in a few minutes it will be,” Lory taunted him.

HE liked her style. She had learned her lessons well. She was a chip off the old block for sure. Was ever a father so proud of HIS daughter?

Lory grabbed Bill’s balls in her hand so Bev had to position the dildos’ smooth metal head at the entrance to Bill’s nether-hole. Bill tried to turn but the pressure on his balls subdued his thoughts of getting away . The cold metal head slipped inside easily and Bill relaxed his sphincter to ease the pain. Lory, using the balls for leverage, quickly forced the first row of teeth in the shrinking hole. A great gurgling scream emanated from the gagged mouth and if he could clamp down on it, Bill would have bit off his tongue. The padding prevented this.

Lory withdrew a little to give herself fucking room and said, “Look into my eyes when I’m fucking you, you little wimp. Take it like a man, because you won’t be for long.”

She shot home half the dildo. Bill started to convulse. The pain had robbed him of his sense. Lory withdrew to the head and quickly forced the whole thing into the reluctant hole. She withdrew it and had Beverly remove it from her hips. Bill was ruined and would never be able to hold anything in that hole again.

Now to the deballing. Lory twisted his balls and Bev applied the ammonia to bring Bill to some degree of consciousness for the steering. It was not easy, but finally the herder had to bring an injection of stimulants to get the soon-to-be steer to consciousness to appreciate the proceedings. Bill was sat up and Bev held his head and his right eyelid open to assure his view of the slow closing of the steering tool. Lory closed it slowly to draw it out, but like all good things in her short life it was over too soon. She then grabbed the bloody bag and turned it inside out and spilled the now useless organs on their former owner’s chest.

“Now I can be sure that no more whelps will result from this nasty den to bother me again,” said Lory, as she turned and ordered Beverly to pickup the balls for their resin-bath preparation for the necklace Lory was starting. HE smiled down and was so hard that HE just had to go find one of the new virgins to bust out; Martha’s mouth was not enough. That daughter of HIS sure did know how to give old dad a hard on. Yes sir she was truly his daughter.