Ms. Sylvia's Stocking Cow Ranch

On the outskirts of Suzhou and Hangzhou lies a luxurious estate, nearly two kilometers long and wide. Its exquisitely decorated outer walls, topped with electric fencing, clearly signal that unauthorized entry is forbidden. Yet, upon closer inspection, the electric fence appears to be unpowered, leaving one to wonder about the owner's intentions. The owner of this estate, whose name is unknown to anyone, is referred to by those in high society as—Madame Sylvia. Indeed, in Western culture, Sylvia has always symbolized elegance and romance, a name that poets and thinkers invariably invoke when celebrating love. Madame Sylvia herself seems to embody romance and love. She is a mixed-race woman with blonde hair and blue eyes, possessing Central European heritage. When these two mystical bloodlines combine, they ignite astonishing beauty. Though nearing forty, anyone who sees her would perceive her as a flawless, mature woman in her early thirties. Her long legs account for sixty percent of her height, and whether she wears an elegant Eastern qipao or a magnificent Western gown, nothing can diminish the allure of those legs. Her porcelain skin, whether encased in black stockings or nude ones, makes men's blood race and women's hearts pound. As for her upper body, it features a waist that can be held in one's grasp, complemented by a pair of generously proportioned breasts. This is why the combination of an Eastern slender waist and Western ample bosom is so devastatingly attractive. Her face, while retaining the refinement of the East, lacks the coarseness of Western features, yet it cannot hide a certain heroic spirit. Elegance, beauty, an Eastern Venus, a Western Sylvia—these are but auras surrounding her. However, because her husband is Western, she prefers to be called—Madame Sylvia. Yet, it must be said that behind every glamorous woman lies a peculiar and unconventional life. She does not hold a conventional job, but she owns a ranch. Yes, she jokingly refers to it as a high-end dairy farm, producing high-quality milk daily, which is then processed into various products for sale both domestically and internationally. Whenever she speaks of this, her eyes gleam like stars, lending her an air of mystery.

The little maid, having received Madam Sylvia's command, immediately dropped the plate, picked up the small U-shaped vibrator, slightly tore the silk stocking at her crotch, and then inserted the thicker end into her body, with the shorter end pressing against the little bean outside her labia. Then, the little maid's body sank slightly, and with a heave, she lifted Madam Sylvia up in a princess carry, striding towards the ornate large bed beside them. The so-called "black bed" was actually placed on top of the large bed. It was a large, exquisite, and clean latex vacuum bed. Above the vacuum bed were an inflatable gag (with a breathing tube) and an inflatable butt plug. Once a person was inserted, with proper positioning, the butt plug would fit perfectly, and the mouth would be filled by the inflatable gag. When the vacuum bed was completely sealed and the air was evacuated, the person inside would be utterly immobile. The person outside could then use a remote control to operate the U-shaped vibrator, and continuously inflate the gag and butt plug to increase the sense of helplessness and despair for the person inside the latex. Madam Sylvia enjoyed this game very much, as she often played it with her husband. However, her husband was currently abroad and wouldn't be back anytime soon. Out of necessity, she had to resort to a roundabout tactic to satisfy her desires with these toys. "Master, please relax. I'll apply some lubricant to your nether regions." "Master, please lie here, and I'll push you in." "Master, do you feel something pressing against your rear? Please relax a little, and I'll push, and it will go in completely." "Master, please take this gag into your mouth. The rubber cock inside should gently touch the back of your throat, and the inflation modules of the two 'eggs' should press down on your tongue." "Master, please enjoy..." The little maid skillfully helped Madam Sylvia get into the large vacuum latex bed. Within two seconds, she sealed the edges of the vacuum bed and adjusted Madam Sylvia's arms so they hung naturally at her sides, relaxed. "Bzzzzzzzzzzzz..." The silent vacuum pump next to the vacuum bed started up, emitting only a faint noise, but rapidly drawing the air out of the vacuum bed. Watching the lifelike female body perfectly outlined within the vacuum bed, the little maid's face flushed with excitement. He immediately turned on the U-shaped vibrator and began to vigorously inflate the gag and butt plug. The maids all knew that their mistress enjoyed this feeling of despair and helplessness. Then, he turned the U-shaped vibrator to its maximum setting and lunged onto the latex bed. "Master, let Little Thirteen serve you. I'll definitely make you cum with pleasure." The little maid smiled sweetly, while her hands began to vigorously knead Madam Sylvia's full breasts. As she bent over, a monstrous cock peeked out from the gap in her maid's dress... "Mmmph mmmph mmmph!!!!" Madam Sylvia, trapped inside the latex bed, had already drunk the exquisite milky white liquid. It was the finest aphrodisiac produced from her own ranch, and combined with the stimulation, it was a pleasure enhancement that no woman in the world could resist. The helpless struggles and continuous stimulation were like an angel from heaven using the softest feathers to regulate and comb every stream of desire, making every second for Madam Sylvia feel like a stroll in the clouds. The maid named Little Thirteen, with nimble hands, continuously kneaded Madam Sylvia's body. His tongue also continuously licked various parts of Madam Sylvia's body. Even through the layer of latex, where the other party couldn't feel the slightest stimulation, he licked with fervor. Finally, he removed his little skirt, revealing his enormous cock. Yes, this maid was actually a cross-dressing boy with a massive cock, and he enthusiastically wedged his cock between the latex mounds of Madam Sylvia's breasts, rubbing them forcefully. And then, he sat directly on Madam Sylvia's stomach, restricting her breathing. Every breath required Madam Sylvia to exert all her strength to inhale... This feeling of being constantly ravished was... so good!!! Even without looking, she knew she must have a pig's face, desperately awaiting the arrival of her first orgasm.

"Ahhh! Stop, stop, I'm dying!" she moaned loudly, but every sound she made turned into a futile yet sexy whimper. The inflatable plug in her mouth had already been inflated to a considerable size by the young maid. Now, every breath she took was essentially air being drawn directly into her throat. This made drawing air into her lungs an act requiring immense willpower and effort. And whenever Madam Sylvia lost consciousness momentarily due to orgasm, the air would be squeezed out by the young maid sitting on her. Consequently, after each climax, Madam Sylvia's body would thrash and writhe violently, as if she were having a seizure. The young maid, Little Thirteen, was very understanding. Even though he was close to ejaculating, he would lift himself up for a short while whenever his mistress's body convulsed. "Mistress must feel very good, right? Mistress, Little Thirteen will let you enjoy this morning thoroughly." The young maid had a lovesick expression, a stark contrast to his timid and restrained demeanor when he first entered. His cock, slick with latex and specially added lubricant, continued to build its desire. "Waaah~~" The young maid, Little Thirteen, let out a soft cry and ejaculated a large amount of white fluid, staining the latex bed. Meanwhile, Madam Sylvia, still within the stuffy and incredibly tight latex bed, continued to enjoy the pleasure provided by the U-shaped vibrator. "Mistress, Little Thirteen has received your reward. Next, I will give you the most comfortable enjoyment today." The young maid panted for a moment, then picked up another small remote control. It was for the inflatable butt plug, and yes, this toy could also vibrate! "Bzzzzzz....." A buzzing sound, different from the U-shaped vibrator, echoed again. Two different toys in different places, emitting different sounds, yet forming a symphonic intertwining of music, adding another layer of decadent atmosphere to the room, as if the very walls were painted pink. "Ahhhhhh!!! So good ahhhhh, it's like being attacked from both front and back by two men, fucking me together!!!! Ahahahah, so good!" Madam Sylvia let out screams, and to Little Thirteen outside, these muffled yet sharp cries were the highest recognition of his work! "Mistress, come, enjoy. Little Thirteen will open everything for you. I'll let you out at lunchtime." The young maid, Little Thirteen, smiled slightly and took out a pair of transparent latex suction cups from a nearby cabinet. Each cup was perfectly sized to adhere to one of Madam Sylvia's breasts. Of course, the suction was not the main point. The key was inside the suction cups, where three bullet vibrators were sealed. As the suction cups clamped onto her breasts, they were fixed around her nipples, forming a triangle with three points, gripping her nipples. "Bzzzzzz!!!!!!" A third buzzing sound erupted, this time from the latex suction cups. The three bullet vibrators within each cup sprang to life, vibrating irregularly at random frequencies. The young maid, Little Thirteen, watched with delight as the beautiful human form within the latex vacuum bed trembled, smiling foolishly. Madam Sylvia now felt as if a third and fourth man had appeared, flanking her chest on either side. Each one was gripping her breasts with their hands and frantically licking her nipples with their tongues. Thus, the pincer attack escalated into a three-sided encirclement, and Madam Sylvia could only endure it silently. "Husband!!!! Husband!!!! Fuck me hard!!!! Ahhhhhh!!!" Madam Sylvia cried out wildly, like a sow insatiably horny, wishing to be thoroughly fucked. It had to be said that Madam Sylvia's chosen method of self-gratification was exquisite and elegant. Whether it was the U-shaped vibrator, the butt plug, or the nipple stimulation, none of it caused damage to her skin. Instead, they precisely targeted her body's sensitive points, like a master of seduction striking with pinpoint accuracy. Not to mention the toys were all wireless charging, so there was no need to worry about their batteries dying. She had no idea when she would be released, left to writhe in darkness, unable to see, touch, or move, her body completely at the mercy of others. This stimulation alone was immense, let alone the effect of the highest quality aphrodisiac. It was truly the ultimate creation for women, keeping their sensitivity at an extremely high level for an extended period. Even the most chaste goddess would turn into a slut after using this drug, let alone Madam Sylvia, who already longed to unleash her desires. "Ah~~ I am~~ I am husband's sow~~~ I~ only know climax~~" Madam Sylvia was unable to open her mouth and stick out her tongue at this moment. Otherwise, she would have likely rolled her eyes in ecstasy.

"Of course, they are all contracted workers, with wages, benefits, and some even have agreements for retirement after 35. We'll also cover their pensions. What's not to love?" Ms. Sylvia replied with a smile. Little Ma leaned closer to a monitor, which displayed a magnified view of a glass cubicle. Inside, a person with limbs twisted into a posture of decadent luster was contorted. His hands were folded, his feet bent, and he supported his body with his elbows, transforming into a human-like dog. What bound him were not ordinary restraints, but pantyhose that showed almost no wrinkles or seams. This "dairy cow," no, this contracted worker, had chosen flesh-toned, glossy pantyhose. It was unclear how these were put on him, but they clung tightly to every part of his body, with one exception. "What is that? A mechanical box??" Little Ma's eyes widened. He looked at the man's large, fleshy member, which seemed to be unwrapped by the pantyhose. Instead, a pillar-like metal box perfectly fitted his member, leaving no gap. At the bottom of the metal box was a groove, which seemed designed to latch onto something. "That, naturally, is for storing semen. They periodically need to attach this box to the milking machine next to it to drain the stored semen. Otherwise, whether it's been stored for too long or contaminated by [X_X], the quality won't reach A3 grade," Ms. Sylvia explained. As she spoke, she pointed to another screen showing a human-dog figure wrapped in black pantyhose and said, "If the output quality is not up to par, there are penalties." The person in the cubicle attached the mechanical box at his crotch to a groove on the adjacent wall. However, a red indicator light on the machine illuminated, signifying that the extracted sample was of substandard quality. The pantyhose-clad human-dog immediately began to struggle in panic, seemingly trying to pull the box free. But during the extraction process, the box was secured by the machine, preventing him from detaching it. Then, two robotic arms extended from the machine... As the robotic arms emerged, the black pantyhose-clad human-dog began to struggle more frantically. But the two arms moved with lightning speed. One arm immediately clamped around the person's neck, forming an iron ring and tightening, while the other grabbed his waist and lifted him up. Then, a whirring sound of machinery filled the air. The floor beneath the glass cubicle slowly began to move, eventually disappearing entirely, revealing a dark abyss below that was impossible to discern. The pantyhose-clad human-dog struggled with increasing terror. The machine began to descend, taking the pantyhose-clad human-dog into the darkness below. After the machine and the person vanished, the floor of the cubicle moved again, returning to its original position. "Mom, where did that person go?" Little Ma's heart pounded even more violently at the sight, not out of fear, but more like anticipation?? "Him? Since the semen quality wasn't high this time, he needs to have his male... functions enhanced. Below, there's a specialized injection table where he'll be given specific sex hormones and nutrient solutions to improve his physical condition and simultaneously increase his sexual... drive. And, of course~ we need to monitor the recovery of his product quality," Ms. Sylvia smiled. "How will that be monitored? Naturally, by starting to squeeze... semen. First, he needs to repay double the amount of semen he owes. Second, it's to let him experience some pleasure and comfort," Ms. Sylvia's smile turned somewhat sinister. "I see," Little Ma nodded, his eyes showing a flicker of desire and burgeoning excitement. Deep down, he had severe masochistic tendencies. He would secretly play with pantyhose behind his parents' backs. Yet, for some reason, he now envied those contracted workers in the glass cubicles.

The lab director paused, then said, "If combined with suffocation control, the above data can be increased by 40%." After speaking, the lab director closed the report and handed it to Ms. Sylvia. Ms. Sylvia opened it, looked at the detailed experimental data and analysis within, and nodded with satisfaction. "Then let's go and produce our ranch's special original scent stockings. Remember, the price of this product cannot be low this time, after all, many people will be crazy about these original scent stockings and original scent panties, right?" Ms. Sylvia smiled. It must be said that when the ranch's production capacity was fully utilized, in just one day, thousands of pairs of original scent stockings were produced. They were packaged in sets of 10 pairs, meaning that in one day, Ms. Sylvia's ranch produced tens of thousands of stockings, which were also sprayed and soaked with two special scented liquids. Looking at the stockings in the vacuum-sealed bags, Ms. Sylvia smiled and began to put new equipment on the dairy cows at her ranch. Of course, she also had to prepare equipment for the dairy cows to use these original scent stockings. Therefore, Ms. Sylvia independently designed a mask that was soft in material but extremely well-sealed, and the ranch's production workshop roared to life again. The next day, early in the morning, the factory began to gradually wake up. However, today, for the A3-level dairy cow factory, all the dairy cows were about to face the first major change in their contract worker careers: they would all have to wear special masks. It's important to note that normally, their mouths were indeed stuffed with gags or stockings, but these were usually chosen by the contract workers themselves. If they liked stockings, they would use stockings to block their mouths. If they preferred gags, they could naturally use gags or balls. But today, they were informed that the contract had been amended, and their mouth-blocking devices would be changed. "All contract workers, please listen carefully to the broadcast. If you do not agree to the contract amendment, you can continue to execute the original contract. If you agree to the new contract, your remuneration within this contract will be increased by 20%, and the price is merely that you are changing a mouth-blocking tool. Contract workers who agree, please stand within the circle of the extended mechanical arm. Those who disagree can ignore it." A loudspeaker broadcasted the content, and after a moment of thought, the vast majority of the A3-level dairy cows invariably stood within the circle of the mechanical arm. They did not know that they had fallen into a trap. These special masks were not simply mouth-blocking tools as they imagined. Transparent-looking masks were brought over by the mechanical arms. These masks were surprisingly large, had excellent sealing properties, and more importantly, they were very sturdy. These poor A3-level dairy cows, unknowingly, had these large, semi-transparent masks installed on them one by one. The large masks were shaped like a cake, covering the mouth and nose, and were pressed very tightly against the skin where the mask met the face, allowing almost no air to sneak in. The masks naturally had breathing holes, but these holes were located at the chin and consisted of only a very thin, soft tube. This soft tube was controlled by a small controller that could open or close it. This could be directly operated by people in the monitoring room or programmed to be controlled automatically by the program. Normally, if nothing was placed inside the mask, it would be enough for the dairy cows to breathe sufficient air. However, they would soon realize what they were about to face. Because one by one, they were suddenly firmly secured by the mechanical arms, unable to move no matter how they struggled. Instantly, a chorus of questioning "moo moos" filled the factory. The dozens of laboratory assistants and young maids who were on standby, with expressions of curiosity and anticipation, carried sacks of specially made scented original stockings and began to enter each room to add them to the dairy cows' masks. The addition of these produced original scent stockings also required selection. Because these contract workers were merely A3-level raw material suppliers, the increase in their milk production would naturally be gentler. Therefore, they were filled with the first scent combination, a combination that smelled good but could greatly stimulate human sexual desire.

"No, husband!!! I haven't taken my medicine yet, you'll make me feel very strange if you do this..." Fu Tuan'er sighed inwardly... but nothing could change. As the saying goes, if you can't resist, get used to enjoying it... After internal struggle and conflict, Fu Tuan'er gave up resisting. She began to relax her body. This sudden, deep penetration, the sound of every collision, seemed to travel through her bones and into her brain. Fu Tuan'er even had a slight hallucination, seeing an image of herself being fucked by her husband, as if observing from a third-person perspective. She saw herself letting out unrestrained moans, her delicate body writhing, the "hissing" sound of her stockings rubbing against the K9 frame, a small pool of glistening saliva flowing, and her slightly reddened nipples, being tugged by the clamps... So seductive!!! Fu Tuan'er felt an increasingly strange sensation. Suddenly, something like an unstoppable urge to urinate burst forth. She knew she was climaxing from her husband's large, fleshy cock. And her naughty husband, ignoring the warm, sticky fluid she'd ejaculated, continued to thrust deeper—deeper—deeper.... Ahhh! I feel like I'm going to break! Those rapid, piston-like thrusts made Fu Tuan'er experience the warmth of heaven and the feeling of a bound angel. Every tremor of her body made her deeply feel the rhythm and beauty of life. Looking at her trembling, writhing stocking-clad ass before him, her stocking-clad feet tensing and squirming before his legs, and her faintly visible, stocking-wrapped breasts, Xiao Ma felt the fire in his heart could never be extinguished. His large, fleshy cock relentlessly pounded the girl's body. "Hmph!" Finally, after an unknown amount of time, after how many times the girl before him had climaxed again, Xiao Ma finally ejaculated once more. The intense eruption made him feel a satisfaction far exceeding his first. This was also why many people said that a man's second time was much more enduring and comfortable than the first. "Wife...? Wife??" Xiao Ma temporarily released his desire. He lay on the bed, looking ahead at his wife's condition, only to see that Fu Tuan'er was already semi-conscious. Her vacant, large eyes seemed to have a few tears flowing, and saliva continued to drip uncontrollably. Even though he had stopped thrusting, her body was still trembling involuntarily, her stocking-clad buttocks seemed to be still writhing, as if cooperating with him... It seemed, well, checking Fu Tuan'er's breathing and pulse, Xiao Ma found that his wife's breathing was still hot, and her heartbeat was fast and strong, which finally put his mind at ease. It seemed his wife had a really good constitution. She could withstand such intense thrusting for nearly an hour. Then... he could add some new things. Xiao Ma's mind raced, and he came up with a plan. He brought out another pair of nipple clamps, but this time, each clamp had a vibrator hanging from the bottom. After changing the nipple clamps, Xiao Ma turned his attention to the area outside Fu Tuan'er's pussy, the clit. That was another sensitive spot for women, and an excellent area for many girls to place vibrators for stimulation. This time, however, Xiao Ma brought out a vibrator. You should know that the K9 frame also had a dedicated position for fixing vibrators. This frame used for Fu Tuan'er also had one, near the iron ring that secured her thighs, pointing diagonally upwards. If a vibrator was fixed there, it would perfectly target the woman's clit. And it wouldn't interfere with his cock's in-and-out motion, which was truly a beautiful thing. Xiao Ma happily fixed the vibrator in place. Then he thought for a moment and retrieved the aphrodisiac incense for women, a high-end product from their own ranch. Just a little inhalation for a woman was enough to quickly ignite their inner lust and rapidly restore their depleted stamina. As expected, after lighting the incense and letting Fu Tuan'er inhale some on the bed, Fu Tuan'er quickly regained consciousness and began to writhe and struggle. She kept seducing Xiao Ma with her alluring eyes and slurred moans, urging him to come to her quickly... And Xiao Ma didn't hold back. In just a few minutes, he had recovered almost completely. Thus, the second round of "battle" began. Xiao Ma decided to give his wife a huge stimulus right from the start. The vibrators on the nipple clamps were activated, and in an instant, Fu Tuan'er felt her entire breasts shaking with the high-speed motor, giving her waves of pleasure. And the vibrator beneath her was even more potent. It instantly broke through Fu Tuan'er's already weakened defenses. The high-frequency stimulation made her pussy feel like a flood, and her external clit, like a villain constantly injecting her with aphrodisiacs, made her unable to stop.