For the next couple of days, Mike settled into his surroundings and began learning his daily routine. When he wasn't grazing or being fucked by the horny bulls, he was usually taken outside of the enclosure with several other cows by Zanara's henchmen. They would be led down a long hall and into another room and placed in stalls. There, they would be milked by hand until each cow was drained. Mike also noticed that when a cow was no longer able to provide the amount of milk required, they would be taken to be slaughtered. When Mike learned about this, he made absolutely sure that his udder was full every day by grazing as much as possible. After long hours of grazing each day, he eventually became a very plump cow, but his udder was always full. He was milked every morning and evening. Each day he studied the henchmen to see if he could spot any chances to escape, with very little success.
After what felt like months, Mike's chance finally came. He and three other cows were led into the room by one henchman. When they arrived to the room, usually Mike was tied to a post, but this time the man seemed to trust Mike and gave him a soft pat on his rump. Mike noticed that the man had also forgotten to shut the door to the room as well.
The man approached Mike and sat beside him, placing the bucket under Mike's udder and rubbing his flanks.
"Okay, girl! Let's get started," the man said. He grabbed a pair of teats and began the process, spraying milk into the bucket.
After he'd finished milking Mike, he picked up the bucket and placed it against the wall. He approached Mike from behind and gave one final rub against Mike's flanks. Right at that moment, Mike let loose with a very strong kick, which sent the man flying into the wall, knocking him unconscious. Mike left the stall and pushed the door open with his muzzle and considered his next move....