Chantelle Joins the Farm

By Jeff White

An adult book, not for sale to anyone below the age of eighteen.

Chantelle, who has appeared in several books in this series, worked in the farm shop of Brad's Human Dairy Farm, and was determined that one day she would become a cow, producing milk and manure like almost three hundred other human cows did on the farm. Now Brad had agreed that she could! She agreed to one part of the initiation immediately: she would be branded on her buttock with the mark of the farm! Brad also built her a cabin to live in next to the shop, until such time as she was producing milk, and arranged for her to have driving lessons so that she could do deliveries for him.

Also in this book, the human cow Kerry goes on a restaurant visit, where diners could treat themselves to her very own warm milk, and even make use of her body for their sexual release; new cow Elaine receives her brand, and the well-endowed farmer Brad gets to enjoy some of his human cows.

Chantelle Joins the Farm is the ninth in the series Brad's Farm. Do not buy if you would be offended by graphic descriptions of sex, sado-masochism and erotic lactation, among other adult subjects.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jeff White
• Release date: Feb 20, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311713940

Jeff White

I am a middle-aged Englishman, ok a young 56-yr-old, who has spent many years serving refreshments to a largely sympathetic public; I've now stepped back from that, and am doing a bit of writing, both adult and otherwise, and offering assistance to prospective e-publishers, ie helping to format and upload ebooks.

Book preview

Prologue

CHANTELLE was not naked. Not quite. She was wearing a broad leather belt, and on it was a scuffed sheath holding a wickedly sharp hunting knife. She said to Sara, Lean over the front of the car and close your eyes. I'll be back in a second.

We need to get back, Chantelle, Sara told her. I'm not even supposed to have left the farm.

"Don't worry, Brad doesn't mind. Anyway, I'll have punished you in advance, so he'll be cool.

Sara sighed and did as she was told. Two minutes later she screamed, as something struck her outstretched arse and stuck to it briefly. She turned round: the 18-year-old shop manageress had cut a thick length from a bramble bush and stripped the leaves from it, leaving just the thorns. Oh my God! she exclaimed. She reached round with her hands and touched her buttocks, and when she checked her palms they were covered in blood. You can't do that!

Chantelle noticed that Sara did not attempt to move from her position, bent over the bonnet of the farm truck and presenting her derrière to be whipped, so she hit it again. Sara still did not try to avoid the wicked whip, so the young girl carried on, giving her friend six slashes in all. Then she threw the whip down and knelt on the floor to examine her handiwork. She slipped an exploratory finger between the human cow's labia and said, You're just weird, getting turned on by something like that!

Sara turned to face Chantelle and, placing her hands on the back of the shop girl's head, she pulled her face in close. So, I'm turned on. So, do something about it.

Willingly Chantelle extended her tongue and drank the river of vaginal fluid that was flowing from Sara's musky cunt. It was easy to make her come after she had been beaten, and Chantelle lapped up Sara's cum as fast as it gushed from her, until Sara pushed her away, unable to come any more. The younger girl stood up and said, Come on, your tits look as if they’re about to explode. I'll drive us home.

What if Brad sees us?

You can distract him with your bloody backside, Chantelle suggested.

Sara climbed into the passenger seat. It didn't matter: Chantelle got away with pretty much anything

Rebuilding the Farm

BRAD closed the farmhouse door behind himself and started to cross the yard to the milking shed. Builders were hard at work making the new extension, and over the next few months the whole of the structure would be replaced, with space for three hundred cows living comfortably, rather more if he crammed them in. After that, if the planning department agreed, he would build three more identical facilities, with the aim over the next two years to grow the herd to one thousand two hundred cows.

Twelve hundred rather special cows.

Because these cows only had two legs each: this part of the farm was Brad's Human Dairy Farm.

Before he could cross the track, Brad heard an engine running, and he looked towards the gate to see one of his trucks being driven towards the house. It always gave him a bit of a thrill to see the farm vehicles: they were a symbol of his success. All the vehicles had the farm logos on them: an ornate capital 'B', the same logo that the cows wore as a brand on one buttock, and the cartoon logo of a woman cupping her full breasts in her hands; most people who saw that sketch, along with the words 'Brad's Dairy Farm,' assumed it was a joke, although the presence of the human dairy herd was slowly becoming public knowledge.

The truck slowed to a halt next to him, and Brad could see for the first time who was driving it. He had been expecting it to be one of the trustees, Lois or Penny perhaps, and his eyebrows shot to the sky when he saw the slim-breasted girl behind the wheel. Not even one of the cows, Chantelle worked in the front section of the farm shop, where produce from the non-human area was sold, although under the teenager's supervision the distinction between that part of the shop and the members-only area behind it seemed to be getting blurred, and she was bringing more and more stock from the back room to the public area! As she got out of the truck he said, Chantelle. You can't drive. And anyway, why are you naked?

Because I don't want to be the only woman on the farm wearing clothes. Anyway, I think the customers quite like coming in and looking at my pussy.

Brad was only human, after all, and he could not resist peeking at her pretty groin. But you work in the public area. Anyone could walk in. And why are you driving?

You have to be seventeen to drive, and I'm eighteen, so what's the problem? she asked.

"Chantelle, you have to be seventeen, and you have