I had been as skeptical as anyone else when the Japanese government had announced their plan to fix the milk and population shortages simultaneously, but five years in, it was hard to deny the program's success. The sound of countless lusty moans mingled with the jingling of cowbells and the background hum of thousands of milking machines as I walked past rows and rows of women in various stages of pregnancy strapped into milking rigs, eyes filled with animalistic bliss and mouths panting to the rhythm of the milking machine's pumps. My duty today wasn't on the barn's milking floor though. We had just received a fresh batch of women ready to become livestock; it was my job to prepare them for the rest of their lives as milk producing baby factories.

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Yui moaned wordlessly through her ring gag as I finished affixing the milking machine's suction hose to her second nipple, her arms fruitlessly straining against the cold metal and multitude of straps of the milking rig binding her.

I pulled a collar from a box on a workbench, and attached it to Yui's neck.She shuddered as she felt the black leather collar, with its attached cowbell, close around her neck.I closed the clasp of the collar and picked up a large branding iron.I turned the branding iron on, and as it got red hot I could see Yui's fear building at the heat and noise behind her. I stepped behind her, lining up the branding iron's tip with Yui's generous ass, before pressing the red hot iron firmly into the white flesh of her ass.

The heat of the branding iron as it burnt its way into Yui's flesh, and her cry of pain and fear, gave me a sudden carnal thrill. The sight of Yui, a formerly uptight, high-functioning woman, now writhing in agony and fear at the touch of the hot branding iron was almost erotic.

I returned the branding iron to its rack and unbuttoned my dungarees as Yui hung limply in the rack, breathing raggedly as she recovered from the shock of her branding.

I walked over to the milking machine's controls and switched on the Vacuum pump. Yui's entire body shuddered at the sudden sensation of suction against her sensitive brown nipples, and her tits and the hoses connected to them jiggled obscenely, but no milk issued forth.

This wasn't surprising. The IV in Yui's arm had been feeding her a steady stream of drugs and hormones intended to induce lactation, but many women simply needed pregnancy to produce any significant volume of milk.

And Yui was built to be bred. Her prodigious breasts, engorged by the drugs, undulated as the pumps now managed to coax a thin stream of milk from them. Her long black hair cascaded down her back and across where her meaty butt was strapped into the milking rack, above wide hips and thick thighs. The wetness between Yui's legs, and her moans of palpable lust, betrayed just how ready she was. I unbuttoned my dungarees and positioned myself behind Yui, the tip of my cock rubbing against the incredible wetness of her hairy cunt. It was time for her to be bred.