The Princess Is Trained as a Slave. 23

Chapter 23 – (2) Aman’s Cattle Ranch

As time passed, Irina’s stomach gradually swelled. Two days later, Irina gave birth to numerous otherworldly worms.

And just as her keepers had hoped, milk began to flow from her Irina’s breasts.

“No, it can’t be like this…This can’t be real…”

Irina vehemently denied reality, but she did not change anything.

Finally, the day the zookeepers had been waiting for had come.

First, the zookeepers noted the hair around her pubic area on Irina. The appearance of her cattle was a reason to be clean.

“So, we’ll make this place pretty.”

The zookeeper hummed her as he dissolved her soap in lukewarm water. Moments later, as the soapy water was all around Irina’s pubic hair her, her keeper her took her razor and smiled.

“If you move, it might tear, so be calm. I’ll make you a cute animal from now on.”

But Irina kept her legs tightly closed, as if she would never spread them apart.

Her expression hardened her, the keeper frowned at her and brought her little chain her.

Clap.

Her chain her caught in Irina’s labia piercing. At the same time, she began to spread her labia mercilessly on either side of her.

Irina gently spread her legs in pain as her labia were pulled, but her chains her did not come undone. The zookeeper insulted Irina when she said, ‘Isn’t she a good match for spoiled cattle?’

Her jet-black pubic hair her stood bare, her assertiveness her.

“Now, are you nice?”

The razor in the zookeeper’s hand touched the area around her crotch.

Spatula, spatula, spatula.

A long pubic hair was cut through the barrel. The zookeeper straightened her coat so that all parts of her were clean.

After a while, Irina’s completely bare genital area was visible.

After her hair was completely shaved for her hygiene, the zookeeper headed in front of Irina. Irina’s body her was immobilized with her arms and legs immobilized standing on all fours.

A name tag with sharp tweezers stuck in Irina’s ear her. The name tag had the name of Cattle No. 9, Irina.

“Now that you’re in shape for your cattle, shall we begin preparing her for milking?”

***

True to her words her as she prepared for milking, her keepers busily moved her around Irina’s breasts her.

Irina could not believe that she expressed her own breast milk her. She was a bitch until just two days ago, and a knight until about a week ago. It was not an easy task for her to be demoted to such an extent.

Irina’s breasts, which were originally huge, were not able to overcome gravity, and were in a state of sagging down.

‘I can’t believe it. I can’t believe I’m like this.’

But from earlier, a strange pang of pain had been felt all over her breasts. Seeing her frown, the keeper approached cautiously.

The zookeeper looked at her Irina’s breasts and immediately recognized the cause.

“Your milk has risen? I’ll express it soon. Wait.”

Irina did not know the details, but the females who gave birth to her cubs said that her breasts were full and swollen. In other words, it was also said that if you don’t milk it like a cow, you will feel a sharp pain.

Of course, this was also due to the estrus and nipple stimulants mixed into her Irina’s feed her.

“Okay, let’s start milking. It might hurt a little.”

The zookeeper began squeezing the bumps on Irina’s soft udder her. Each time, a whitish white liquid began to form, giving off a savory and sweet smell.

Haha..”

An unwanted moan escaped her mouth, which she now began to enjoy.

Irina gasped for the pleasure she felt on her nipples her. The piercing her, pierced just below her areola her, added to the pleasure of the milking process.

She was Irina, who recognized her milking her as her pleasure.

That’s how I wanted her first milking her to end successfully.

One of the zookeepers asked indirectly.

“But what did this cow girl do to get her trained like this? If it was this much, there’s no way we wouldn’t have known about it.”

The keeper turned off the shackles around her neck her, as if to tell Irina directly.

“What have I done…I…”

Irina, who could not continue her words, had a strange look in her eyes.

“I am… Irina, the great princess knight of Laos.

Irina suddenly burst into tears, and her doctor came running from afar, urging her keeper.

“You haven’t worked for a year or two, but what do you do when a cow cries? Knowing that when a cow cries, milk doesn’t come up well.”

“Quickly give me the toy.”

At the mention of her toy her, the keeper brought a huge dildo from afar. Her dildo was lubricated, and she aimed at Irina’s cunt her.

“Irina, play with this toy from now on. You will be happy.”

The motor under her dildo started to spin, and she began to stir inside Irina’s cunt her.

“Uuuuu!!”

Irina’s breasts her swayed brilliantly as the shock of the electric dildo transmitted through her body her.

This became Irina’s daily routine her. A motorized dildo vibrating her womb her to make her milk come out better, feeding her cattle, and milking her as her breasts swelled.

After more than a week of her life repeating this, Irina’s breasts began to grow beyond their original size.

Before she knew it, her breasts had doubled in size, and Irina was given a new position.

It was a cowgirl.

***

Irina’s barn was moved near her castle to her.

This barn was not a place for simple human livestock, but a place for cowgirls whose milk production increased to the maximum. Deep down, Irina liked this place.

It was because there was no uncomfortable device to restrain her body her, delicious and nutritious food was distributed rather than tasteless food, and there was no reason to move her uncomfortable body her because of her enlarged breasts her.

It was perfect in every way except that she had been locked up all her life in a small ranch.

At least, for ‘Irina the Satisfied Cow’, not for ‘Irina the Female Knight’.

All of the females here had enlarged breasts and breast milk promotion imprints.

Around the barn, I could smell the fishy smell of milk.

Livestock here no longer had human breasts. It just had huge-sized things like cow’s milk.

“Mmmm.”

I heard the cry of a person imitating the cry of a cow. The sound brought Irina to her senses her as well.

Before I knew it, Irina’s breeders were flocking to her because of the awakened cowgirl.

Cowgirl said in a pitiful voice.

“Well, please squeeze milk…. My milk pain hurts so much…”

It was Cowgirl Number 5 who made her moan. Cowgirl no. 5 had a stopper inserted into her mammary gland to concentrate her milk in her. Of course, since several days had passed without milk coming out, it was only natural that the area around the mammary glands was very full.

In fact, the area near the areola was filled with breast milk and was very swollen. The milk of the cowgirl who had fallen on the floor was swollen.

However, the complexion of cowgirl number 5, who asked to be milked, was very dark.

The reason was simple.

When milk is concentrated, it cannot be expressed by normal human power. That’s why I had to borrow the power of the machine. The only problem was that this machine was very painful.

Of course, the cowgirl’s suffering was never a consideration for humans.

A very large bucket was placed under the cowgirl’s nipples. Then the long-awaited machine was placed on top of the bucket.

It was a device with a pulley on the left side and a thick ruler that wrapped around the udder.

As I set the machine around the cowgirl’s stiff-necked udder, the ruler slammed into the udder.

Kirik.

Somehow, while milking, the device that keeps the udder from coming out of the machine was activated.

Cowgirl number 5’s eyes began to tremble.

“Mmmm…”

As the keeper turned the pulley, the ruler pressed hard against the top of the udder. Before long, he randomly crushed the full breasts and squeezed them out.

“Mmmooooo!!!!”

Tears flowed from the cowgirl’s eyes. The cowgirl violently ran her body her with the pain of squeezing her big breasts. From the udder, condensed milk gushed out like a waterfall.

All the cowgirls in the barn opened their eyes at the pouring screams. Most cowgirls did not favor the use of machines for this reason.

In fact, expressing concentrated milk with that machine was more of a punishment for doing something wrong.

Cowgirl no. 5, whose condensed milk had all been squeezed out, gasped for breath.

At that time, the zookeeper saw Irina’s breasts her. Irina, too, was full of milk, as her blue veins her shimmered and swelled stiffly.

“Shouldn’t you be milking number 9?”‘

At the mention of her milking her, Irina smiled at her. She was Irina, who now enjoyed being milked.

As her keeper’s hands her touched her nipples her, Irina let out a pleasant moan of her own.

“Muuuuu…”

It was now crying like a cow.

Back.

Irina let out a scream mixed with her groan at the pleasure of her touching her her nipple her. The panting breath and the pleasure of the nipples her are getting stronger.

And breast milk that smells sweet.

Cowgirl Irina’s happiness was this.

Irina surrendered herself to the pleasure of her milking her, not imagining what would happen to her in the future.