<strong>Candy, at the milking shed with Ms. Prideux other owners &amp; dogs</strong><br/><br/>By the time we reached the milking shed I was seconds away from simply sprinting away and humping the tree near the building I was being led to. What purpose the building served I didn't know and didn't care to know. My mind was single focused, and that was the way it would now stay, at least until I came.<br/><br/>As we entered the shed, my eyes widened, and I cracked slightly. there was the Alsatian I wanted. Needed. He was fucking another bitch. I wanted to kill her. Kill her and have that Alsatian take me, not her. My breathing had sped up dramatically, my heart thumping at an alarming rate as feeling of envy gripped my mind like so many ensnaring tentacles. I couldn't remove my eyes from the pair. It was impossible. Several years ago I could have come here and admired the building, for it truly was a beautiful structure- but this was not several years ago. This was now, and now my mind had no room to bathe in the beauty of the milking shed. Through the haze that filled my mind, I caught a few of Ms. Prideux's words. It was impossible to concentrate.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"There. This .... fun, doesn't .......? You're ..... enjoy this. ......., beside Susie there."</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>I staggered clumsily forward, head still turned to face the two dogs fucking so freely, so beautifully. Ms. Prideux's next words never even registered, and was left to be guided into position by her hand, my body as manipulable as a jointed doll. I felt my knees being moved an manipulated, never once looking in the mirror. My attention had not shifted from the Alsatian once. The mere sight of them was causing me to leak freely, and combined with the rich tapestry of smells and sounds they created, drove me closer to madness. Large puddles were quickly beginning to form wherether I was moved to, no matter how quickly I was moved into another position.<br/><br/>It was only when my front legs were manipulated that I drew my attention momentarily away. I watched in a sort of daze as my front legs were immobilised behind my back, forcing me down, my breasts hanging down below me, making puddles of their own. Even my mouth was dripping, thick streams of saliva oozing down from my chin as I stopped swallowing as frequently as I should have done. I was a complete and utter mess, imprisoned by my own brain.<br/><br/>Somewhere in front of me a figure loomed, leaning down. I recognised it as being Ms. Prideux. Her kiss went unappreciated, her threat falling on deaf ears- even if I had been listening properly, I would have accepted that fate if it meant I could cum. Once more my attention was slightly shifted to my breasts as they were toyed with, lubricated with some sort of cloth, but nothing could take away from the ache in my sex. Or so I thought.<br/><br/>With a small<em>thup!</em>sound something attached to my nipples, drawing it down into it, doing the same thing to my attention. Then everything exploded into white.<br/><br/>I writhed like a wild horse, thrashing about in an explosion of pleasure as the pumps began to pump in sequence. I tried to kick, punch out, throw my head back and scream. I failed all of them- aside from the latter. I screamed out loud, unrestrained, unable to contain my delight. All thoughts of cumming vanished as my breasts were quickly drained, sending me into paroxysms of purest delight. My body continued to rip at its bondage, but it held fast. My heart was thumping like a drum, my breathing ragged after my initial screams. Slowly, as my breasts.. now little more than udders... emptied, my body began to relax, although it continued to writhe and wriggle like the mounted bitch next to me.<br/><br/><em>"Oh God.. Oh God.. yes.. yes... please, more!"</em>I found myself thinking, with not one shred of guilt or shame. No-one could turn away ecstasy such as this.