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i awoke at the cocks crow, as i did every day since i had started at the SFL, but this grey overcast morning i was laying in my straw, aching and sore all over. Head throbbed, mouth like sand paper, dry flaky white stuff sticking my nostrils and on my chin.
Tentatively touching my bruised, still swollen udders, wincing at the tenderness and spots of dried blood. Struggling to sit, i inwardly gasped at my poor cunny, my vulva no longer tingled and my poor anus caked with clotted stench. The cows either side of me, looked aprehensive and tired, probably due to the night of twitching and thrashing as the drugs He had used, had taken so long to dissipate, reminding how sore my throat was from screaming and constant orgasms.
Bleary eyed, i tugged at my thick, dark red, leaking nipples, knew that i must hurry with my breakfast slops and get down to the Dairy as it would soon be 8am and He would want me again.
Wobbling on all fours to the trough, was grateful to see the Farm Hand had poured out the grey, clotted gruel and dipping my head, slowly lapped it up. The coldness and slimy texture helping my sore mouth, but several times scraping my tender tits against the rough metal.
Struggling to my feet, gripping my knees as per SFL Rules for hu-cows, the sack cloth dropping to the soiled straw, i made my way to the Dairy, joining up with buttercup and daisy in the queue for the pumps.
The veins of my udders standing dark blue and proud from the pressure. The relief from the quick wash cloth of the Cow Master and His surly remarks did little to comfort me, especially when the heavy cups 'slocked' my nipples and areolas filling to the cup shape. Usually a pleasure, this morning a pain, even with the relief and slight satisfaction that inspite of the last evenings traumas, my productivity was up. Ignoring the other cows and their questions, i stared straight ahead as the throbbing, noisy pumps drained me dry.
Twenty minutes later i was released and walking back to my stall, udders slapping around, stretch marked and floppy, hurried back to my stall, squating at the Pit on the way, to let my urine and pats drain. At last collapsing in the now fresh straw, to wait for the call back to Lab.13.
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