Dairy remastered

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The farmer leads in the last of his stock and checks his herd for the night. All 4 are locked into iron containment. Crickets chirp. Femmes moan. Oh the country life. By morning, a fog has settled. Silenced sobs can be heard. Then a strange look emerges. A wooden cross is the central element. A four-by-four juts out from the leg of the cross. The brim of the four-by-four is turned upward and Angelica sits on it, her legs opened up so that it cuts into her crotch. She is locked into iron stocks. Her ankles are shackled and shackled upward to either end of the stocks. From there, on both sides, the chain is fed upward through pulleys then downward, affixing to the hooter bondage of 2 girls, 411 and Piglet. Their hands are roped behind their backs. They have wooden bits roped into their mouths. Both of them are standing on tiptoes, the trio Femmes counterbalancing one another. Now the farmer leads his cows up to pasture. They follow in a line, shackled neck to neck. A wooden rafter is corded to Angelica so that it sways back and forward inbetween her legs, kneading her pussy. Moonshine and 411 both have four-by-fours roped to their arms, holding them straight outward. Piglet’s hands are roped behind her back. Piglet hangs in a very petite cage, folded up stiffly on her knees. She is led to the draining station and shackled in place. The draining tubes fellate onto her nipples. The pump, whoosh, pump, whoosh of the milker hammers time as her nips are milked. Mr. Pogo ravages her mouth. Then Pogo tucks into her cooch amid her cries, a concoction of enjoyment and distress. A white froth collects around the opening to her vagina. The massager is used on her. A tube is eliminated from her titty and gargled onto her clit. The internal sleeve opens and closes over her distended pussy. The marks from the rim of the tube shape a imperious ring above her nipple. She no longer has tits. Piglet has teats. When she comes, she squeals. Piglet is arched over the platform, her pecs shackled to the apparatus. A bar is lowered over the petite of her back and locked down. Her neck is shackled down and her hands roped behind her back. Her feet are opened up and shackled to either side. A spider gag heads in her mouth. He brings in the milker, a stainless steel canister with a pump and tubes that link to teats, in this case, tits. Piglet’s orbs droop downward, He wets the areolas and hoists the tubes into place. They fellate on. Her nips are drawn down into the tubes. The milker sets up a rhythm, pump, whoosh, pump, whoosh. The internal sleeves of the tubes collapse and re-inflate as she is milked. A hook penetrates her asshole. She is vibrated to orgasm. Afterward, a draining tube is taken from a titty and suctioned onto her pussy. Her pleasure button is pulled into the mouth of the tube . Piglet crawls back to the barnyard. Angelica’s head is all that we witness of her, locked into place at ground level. Piglet is ordered to pee on Angelica’s head. 411 is masturbated next. The tubes fellate onto titty after tit. When the tube is applied to pussy, the absorption gobbles at it, deep throating the pleasure button deep into the gullet of the tube. Moonshine pisses during her milking, her teats plumped out by the milker. Asen Angelica is milked, 411 is brought in, her hands roped back in a leather sleeve. She wears a black hood and a shiny black ribbed dildo. Angelica is plumbed in time with the tempo of the milker. Fuck, suck, fuck, suck. Outside, the dairy farmer takes a break, pissing into a funnel. It drains onto Moonshine, locked into her iron box. Angelica is brought to the funnel and told to pee also. Urine drips onto Moonshine, running down the rocks of the wall. All 4 Femmes are roped stiffly in different postures on the floor of the barn. Wooden bits have been corded into every mouth. Angelica, roped stiffly into a ball, sobs from the pain of the bondage. Piglet rests on her bulging breasts, flattening them. The Femmes wail and breathe and writhe, their sobs echoing through the barn. Strings of slobber drip. Moonshine’s labial jewelry gleams inbetween the backs of her thighs. Urine erupts, running down her leg. They attempt to help one another get out, but it only appears to cause more suffering. The last shot is of trio Femmes that have been squelched into one iron box, a wriggling mass of dame meat. The doors are closed and locked. They’re bedded down for the night.