A recent text on Literotica: The human cow auction from Thirsty73 that I recommend you to read reminded me of one of my old stories in French on a similar topic. Here is an English translation of Cheptel humain with just a little polishing. The next (completely new) chapters will introduce other partners, including Dan, Peter, Kyrhan in ch.3 and ultimately (ch.4) Kira some readers know already.
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John, an important industrial executive from Sedan (east of France), fortyish and in top shape, had been driving his big 4 wheels drive on the roads of the Larzac plateau for more than one hour. On the seat next to him, his young niece, Virginia, just eighteen for a few days and in her blossoming virginal youth, was sitting half asleep. She had been pestering him to come to the cattle market of Saint Azul for two years. Every year, her uncle and aunt went there. A family decease had opportunely forced her aunt to attend the funerals. She had proposed her niece who lived with them since the death of her parents to accompany her husband.
Virginia woke up when John stopped the car to open a barrier when he exited the asphalted road.
- Uncle, we are already arrived at saint Azul?
- No! It's still twenty kilometers afar. Saint Azul is an abandoned farm, ruined and distant from any village.
Virginia resumed quietly her sleep. She barely opened her eyes when he stopped again to open other barriers every four or five kilometers. Finally, John woke her up by touching gently her knee. They had reached their destination.
There were maybe fifty SUV, pick-up or small lorries aligned in a field with military like precision. Nearby, a large tent was most likely sheltering the famed cattle which had always been the center of discussion between John and Peter, Virginia's father who had died with his wife in a car crash, coming back from just that annual event.
Further away, a group of small tents were clearly built for visitors. There were also a few shops selling cheese, milk, yoghurts, creams and various derived products. Other shop offered accessories for cows : wide leather collars with a bell attached, nose rings, chains and various kinds of hobbles. Virginia just noticed that all these items were designed for rather small animals, not for the animals she could see in the country near her home.
When they arrived, a guard on duty asked for Virginia's papers but not for John's, another fact that puzzled her. They put their luggage in the tent they had been assigned. John parked his car with the other ones while Virginia opened their wallets. The young girl was a little bewildered to find only one bed, rather wide but still she would have to very closely hug her uncle. After all, she had so much insisted to accompany him she wouldn't complain about somewhat Spartan conditions.
John came back to help her to finish organizing their bivouac for two or three days. It was nearly noon when they got out of the tent to show Virginia the fair. They first took a glass of fresh milk in a shop. The taste was very sweet but different from cow milk. Her uncle made Virginia sample several cheeses, which had also unusual tastes. Finally, they walked into the main hall. John smiled to Virginia as he opened the door. The girl entered and froze instantly when she discovered the show inside.
As in common agricultural fairs, there were more or less tidy alleys lined with stalls. The ground there was covered with straw with drinking and feeding troughs. Cattle were attached to posts with metallic chains. Owners were taking extreme care of their cattle, with combs and scissors. The only unexpected point was that the cattle didn't include prize cows, bulls, stallions or mares but nearly two hundred nude women.
Virginia, mesmerized, turned toward her uncle for explanations. Words seemed not to be able to come out of her mouth. John came to her rescue.
- May I present you the cattle fair of Saint Azul, You pestered me for two years to come along. Now you can see why I wanted you to be an adult before!
- But all these women! Why are they here with all their tack? They look like slaves of former times!
- Something like that! In fact, this is a formal meeting of a very select club for people pretending to be prize cow owners and women agreeing to play along for one year or more.
- But, where is their interest?
- It varies with girls: some of them love to be pampered like animals, spending the whole afternoon in a meadow in the shade of a tree. Personally, I would get bored in a few days. Bur there's a bonus : when they enter into lactation, they have to be milked morning and evening. The process is so enjoyable that they may cum even when milked by an automatic machine. Afterwards, they just need it.
- I always thought that women should have babies to produce milk!
- That's a common mistake : with proper breast manipulations and much faster with hormonal treatment through shots directly in the breasts, even a virgin girl would enter into milk production. Her breasts would swell dramatically and reach their maximum production in a matter of months.
- And how long does it continue?
- As long as the girl is regularly milked. Milk production is followed carefully and it begins to drop, we may give her another shot unless the owner prefers her to be knocked up usually by a suitable paying stallion. In our specific language, we have her covered or bred. The enhancement of milk production through shots or by breeding gives about the same results.
- But what if the girl is not milked?
- Her breasts swell even more and hurt a lot. Postponing milking is often used as a punishment for disobedient cow girls. Then, girls' hands are manacled on their backs. They often try to relieve the stress by milking themselves by pushing their tits against a wall, a post or a barrier. They must be permanently surveyed. I'll show you. There are occasional demonstrations for those who are interested.
