<strong>Candy, at the milking shed with Ms. Prideux other owners &amp; dogs</strong><br/><br/>Everything was beginning to slow down now after the intensity of my struggles from seconds ago. The blast of ecstasy from seconds ago was ebbing away, replaced with a low level hum of pleasure as I steadied myself, my breasts still swinging a little under me. The pumps continued to suck in alternate fashion, constantly keeping my attention mercifully on my breasts and not my sex. To be relieved of both pains was a blessing, though a part of me realised this would not last forever. At some point I would be unhooked, and my mind would shift back down to my pussy, which I knew must still be dripping.<br/><br/>My ears missed something Ms. Prideux said, towering high above me. I saw her lean forwards towards me, and in an instant her soft lips were pressed my own, rather sloppy ones. I pulled back slightly, partly because I'd never considered myself bisexual, but mostly because my lips and chin were soaked in saliva. She didn't appear to care, keeping contact with me, and slowly, very slowly, I found myself returning the kiss. I felt another twinge between my legs, before the pumps forced my thoughts away from it. The kiss seemed to last an eternity before she broke off, panting, matching my own gasps, swallowing a huge load of spit. I felt a little dazed, taken slightly aback at what I'd done. I knew it would have been impossible to get out of the embrace, but why did I lean into it?<br/><br/>I tried to stay still as more restraints were fitted about me, though what their purpose for eluded me- I wasn't about to escape from the amount of bondage I was in already. What on Earth was this extra equipment for? Its use quickly became clear as the attendant stood back- wriggling or bouncing was next to impossible. The extra bondage and strapping wasn't painful at all, and in fact was rather... well, snug. I didn't like using that word... snug implied that I was comfortable. But I wasn't comfortable... was I? I wasn't able to think clearly anymore, and had been reduced to just flowing from one 'exercise' to the other- if I avoided punishment, it made sense in this new, crazy environment.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"...have a Y hook, a size... hm..."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>I looked up, frowning just a fraction. The term had caught my attention. Y hook? What on Earth was a Y hook? And a size three? I'd never come across the term before, but with a sinking feeling I knew I'd soon find out. I watched carefully as Ms. Prideux was handed an oddly shaped, silvery Y shaped metal device. Perhaps with clearer thinking I could have taken a guess at what its purpose was for, but as it was its function escaped me. It got stranger still as my hair was tied together around the back into some sort of low ponytail-esque form. Ms. Prideux left my field of view, walking about me. Whilst I could hear her, I couldn't see what she was-<br/><br/>I yelped out in shock, jerking slightly, prevented from moving very far by the milking restraints. The metal had just been shoved, without warning, into my pussy. I groaned out, my heartbeat starting to race- was she planning to.. no, no she wasn't... For a fleeting second I had hoped, prayed that she'd use the hook to fuck me with, bus alas, she pulled out again, leaving me teetering on the brink of orgasm again, my mind taking its time to shift away from the thought of the almighty eruption that could have just occurred. A few seconds passed before I yelped again, much louder and painfully- she was trying to shove it into my anus! I whimpered loudly, shaking my head- it wouldn't go, it was far too large! My resisting was ignored, and soon, after many yelps and tears I felt it *plop* in, the rest of the hood slipping in easily. The feeling of something penetrating me was highly unusual, not to mention uncomfortable, and any sort of wriggling I could do wasn't about to remove God knows how many inches of steel within me.<br/><br/>Soon it became clear what the hair tie was for as I felt my head forced back, the plug trying to rip in deeper. She kept pulling back, further and further until my face was forced to face forwards. letting it down would have only forced the plug in deeper, and already it felt like it was going to do some serious damage. I didn't dare move my head down, even as my neck started to ache. Tears dribbled down from my eyes and down my cheeks to the floor as I saw Ms. Prideux come back round again, stripping off. I shook my head pathetically, whimpering, trying to make her see how much it hurt, how difficult it was to maintain this horrific posture. More pieces fitted together as she stood in front of me- she wanted me to eat her out! I shook my head once, tears dripping down to the ground. I dared to speak- soon I knew my neck would give, and I'd rip at my own anus, causing damage.<br/><br/><strong>"Please... loosen..."</strong>I said softly, so that only she could hear me.