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An extreme story with scenes of hard sadism and the eating and drinking of anything a womans openings can produce, this book is not for sale to young people under the age of 18.This is the second book in the mini-series Open Day at Brads Farm, andMoreAn extreme story with scenes of hard sadism and the eating and drinking of anything a womans openings can produce, this book is not for sale to young people under the age of 18.This is the second book in the mini-series Open Day at Brads Farm, and the fourth in the series Brads Farm. The human cows are available for the specially-selected guests to milk and mate with- they are also selling manure that they have produced themselves, and auctioning the right to either brand a human cow or beat one. One of the girls has her pussy whipped until it is a bloody mess, and some of them sell the guests their fresh faeces to play with.This story is not for the faint-hearted- do not buy if you might be offended by unusual and extreme pornography.Two cleaned-up excerpts:He asked, Is it human manure?Sophie said that it was. We eat a special diet to make sure that we are healthy and produce good milk, and it also makes our poo into really high quality fertiliser, with lots of essential nutrients. Some of it is used directly on the fields here but most of it is dried and made into pellets, and then sold.She showed him the pit that she was standing by. This is that latest manure to come in, still raw and unprocessed.He looked at it- It doesnt smell bad like it should. Its almost sweet.Sophie grinned mischievously. Everything that comes out of our bodies is sweet!Everything? I might have to test that.Please do! But let me show you the rest of this first. She led him to the next pit, and he could see straight away that this was much drier. She explained, This has been drying for a month. They cover it when its going to rain, and take the cover off for sunny days. By another one she showed him a machine- The dried product goes in this machine, and this is how it comes out.She pulled the cover back, and the guest could see that this one was full of pellets of the finished manure. Sophie reached in and grabbed a handful, and offered them to him to feel. He sniffed them- Still sweet! I bet you get people who buy them to eat.Sophie wasnt sure about that but she said, Theyre probably safe to eat. I mean, we all have to be kept healthy for the sake of the milk.The man held one to his mouth and touched it with his tongue. Apparently satisfied with the taste he put it in his mouth, and Sophie could see that he was sucking it, before he chewed and swallowed it. Thats nice. I wonder if Id like it fresh?The PA crackled into life and Pennys voice could be heard across the farmyard. Gentlemen, if you come to the main field now you will have a chance to win your very own cow for the weekend!The guests made their way over. The first round was a simple raffle- all the guests bought a ticket and the first six out of the hat went into the second round. The Milk-Off.The three farm volunteers walked out of the living quarters of the cows. Each one was holding two leather leads, which were attached to the collars of two of the cows. All six cows had been covered in body paints of brown, white and black, so that they resembled real cattle- only their breasts had been left, pink udders swinging freely and obviously very heavy with milk. Attached to their buttocks was a cows tail, held in place by an inflated plug.They were led over to a frame a little like an old fashioned stock: their ankles were chained to a wooden beam at the base of it, with their legs spread wide apart, and then they had to bend at the waist so that their necks and wrists rested in cut-outs in another beam. A third plank was then placed above that one, securing them in place, so that their heavy udders were dangling over a long bench. The six winners sat on stools in front of them, and each one had a bucket to fill with milk.Penny still had the microphone- now she announced The winner of the cow for a weekend contest will be the first of the lucky milkers to fill his bucket up, or else the one who has the most milk after ten minutes ….