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Pumped Doll: «MMPPHHHHHHHHH!»

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Under her heel

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Squeezed.

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As the front door was closing, the kindly Mrs Emerson bade a cheery farewell to the vicar. He was concerned that one of his parishioners seemed to have disappeared off the face of the earth. But a convivial afternoon explaining the sudden departure of the previous occupant had satisfied the cleric’s concerns.

Now, the charming old cottage was right on the outskirts of the village, a place that didn’t see many visitors. So it was perfect for the scenario that had unfolded behind the quaint garden and nicely painted fences…..

Mrs Emerson walked into the back room, her gentle expression now one of devilish intent. She fixed her gaze upon the quietly mewling figure propped up on the sofa….

“Well, Big Tits. Looks like the vicar was happy enough with my tragic explanation. You abandoning this lovely house and community in shame. Luckily, your ‘Aunt Lavinia’ was here to clear up the mess.”

Big Tits shook her head weakly, the mammoth gag of granny knickers forcing her jaw wide open….a considerable wedge of material held in with the clear tape tightly wrapped around her head. The only real sound escaping was the humiliation of the cowbell hanging from the thick slave collar fastened around her throat. As she shifted, the short skirt rode up to reveal her pantyhose and underwear. The old witch smiled as she reached for the vibrating wand, ready to tease her buxom captive.

“As you kept so silent, you deserve a little reward. There we go my beautiful heifer….let that vibe relax you. But no cumming. You haven’t been that good.”

Big Tits squirmed under the insidious buzzing, her sad eyes staring at Mrs Emerson, the choked gagged grunts muzzled so effectively as she tried to hold back the shameful pleasure.

Mrs Emerson had not yet revealed her endgame, but Big Tits as she was now christened, could only wait until the deranged old lady would take pity and release her. But for the moment, she was a prisoner in the remote old cottage, with her more than generous breasts being milked like a true Hucow and the daily vibrator punishment dished out….

In the late evening, with the sun settling down below the horizon, the very occasional passer by was heard remarking on the sound of the cow bells, and a bestial groan……but no sign of cattle.

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“You always were a plain child, Timothy. You inherited your Mother’s rather doleful and boring face….but at least you weren’t saddled with her large hips and fat backside. Now, like you, she’s become a burden to the family and I’ll have to put her to work in the kitchen…..as for you, well, you don’t really exceed at anything…….until now.”

“I’m happy to have finally found a use for you, my boy and your Mother’s significant knickers will you keep quiet long enough until my close friend Mr Travers arrives. He’s been looking forward to meeting you and as your future Uncle, he’ll be looking for a warm welcome to the family. He’s very keen on the more buxom look too.”

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A visit to Aunt Mary proved to be an experience not forgotten in a hurry. Dutiful niece Prudence was shocked to find a strange woman at the house, with Aunty nowhere to be found…..

The woman was wearing a face mask and tried to convince Prudence that she was the old lady’s new home help, the mask of course was to protect her elderly charge from the germs of everyday life. Prudence demanded to see Aunt Mary and as she headed to the bedroom, the old woman was gagged and tied to her chair. Before Prudence could raise the alarm, she choked on the overwhelming fumes coming from the rag pressed over her mouth and nose.

When she regained consciousness, she was tied next to Aunt Mary and caught sight of her predicament. Her top was ripped open revealing her vintage bra…..the generous bosom heaving against her bonds. The shower cap was placed on her head and she tried to spit out the granny pants stuffed in her mouth. She wailed at the sight of her massively distended jaw, the sheer volume of material held in with the clear tape plastered over her face.

The evil witch wandered in and fitted Prudence with the thick and heavy slave collar, complete with the cowbell hanging from the D ring at the front. The buxom niece was dragged to her feet and was told that hucow season was very much on its way….a fine heifer like her would prove popular for all those sick fucks out there.

As for Aunt Mary, she’s a little past her prime, but useful enough to the other sick fucks who love to grab a granny…..

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The Vicar’s buxom young wife was spending Sunday morning as the guest of the padre’s perverted Catamites.

Mouth stuffed with her voluminous knickers and the tight belt accentuating her pendulous udders….she can only squeak quietly at the upstairs window of the vicarage….

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Move it, cow!

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Mistress and Doll