Wonder Woman Milk Cows

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They stocky men watched the raven-haired beauty as she rode off on a horse called Wildflower. Derek whistled as she disappeared into the forest.

   “Name’s Diana Prince,” Rufus said. His gut a bit bigger than the others. “Rumor has it she’s a heroine called Wonder Woman.”

   “She’s sure got wonder breasts,” Cal remarked. Tall and slim, he shewed some gum.

   Diana wore tight jeans and a checkered blouse, tied instead of buttoned over her breasts, leaving her midriff exposed,

   The men wore casual ranch hand clothes. “She makes me sweaty all over,” Derek said, and laughed. He shook his head, and nervously ran a hand through dense dark red hair.

    Rufus was near bald, oldest of the men in his forties. Others were brunette, brown eyes.

   The men got back to work, still talking about the sexy Diana Prince. “I’d sure love to milk those tits,” Cal said.

    They laughed.

   Diana returned for lunch. Dismounted her horse, Rufus approached, “Let me take care of that horse, for you, Miss,” his hand slid over her rear. Briskly, she looked at him with a frown.

    Rufus took care of the horse. Diana headed to the big house. Inside, a cook named Aggie met her.

   “Miss Diana, you have a good ride?” The olive-skinned daughter of Rufus asked. The cook looked in perfect condition, an hourglass figure, friendly.

   “Yes, it was fun,” Diana said. She drank some soda and ate.

    Funny, thought Diana as she left the house ready for another ride. She was beginning to feel weak. She climbed onto the horse’s back. The men eyed her body as usual.

Love to get my hands on that,” Derek said. Then he lunged forward.

   “Hey!” Diana squealed when he drug her off the horse. The man laughed, spinning the woman around.

   “Let me go!” Diana shrieked as she tried breaking free. His hands clamped around her reaching at her bosom.

   Rufus tore her blouse open. She tried to throw him over but couldn’t. The men laughed. She stumbled from Rufus, tried to run. Derek grabbed her arm and drew Diana to himself. She flailed her balled up fist at him. Then he slapped her cheek.

    Whirling around, Diana fell into a stack of hay, as ten men gathered around. She only knew the names of a few. “Why are you doing this?”

   “We want your body, babe.” Cal said. “That potion in your drink Aggie gave you, it took away your powers.”

    Potion? “What do you think’s going to happen when I get my powers back?”

   Only a few looked concerned by her threat. Rufus and Cal just laughed.

    “If it happens, you can have your sweet revenge,” Rufus said. “But I’m sure it’ll have been worth it.” He laughed and reached for her.

      Diana pulled from him, kicked her feet into his gut, sending Rufus backwards. The others closed in, “No!” Diana cried. “Please, don’t.”

   They grabbed at her clothes. “Break her like a horse,” a young man called Matt said.

   During the battle, she was spun over onto her from. Cal raised a leather strap and whipped her rear. Soon Diana was sobbing. His hands clasped her hips, he drugs her rear up.

   “No, no,” Diana panted. Then She started squealing when his organ pierced her rear end. “Ungh! Uh! Uh! Uh!”

   “Moo, girl moo,” Derek commanded.

   “Moo!” Diana cried. Soon on her back, arms and legs held down in an X formation, Rufus came down on her. He pursed her lips and kissed them. Then kissed her breasts and groped them.

   “Get the milkers,” Derek said in a low tone.

   In shock, Diana’s head jerked to him. A pleading looks on her face. She gasped and grunted as Rufus used her body.

    They groped her breasts, caressing them, tweaking the nipples. Another took his place using her body. Her breasts wriggled against his chest.

   Collapsing in the straw of a stall, Diana moaned. They continued using her body. Lips brushed hers. Her tears were licked away.

   She lay in the hay panting. Derek clasped a collar on her neck. A leash ran from the collar to a wooden post. Her wrists secured behind her back.

    The mild machine was brought into her stall. Diana’s eyes widened. “No, no.” Cal patted her magnificent breasts.

    Cold clamps were attached to her breasts. She shivered, then squealed when the milking started. Rufus stroked her hair. A big smile on his face.

   “Boys,” it was the ranch owner, Lancelot, “Maybe we should add another business to our line.” They laughed. “Get more of these milk cows, think I have some people interested in the milk.”