Chapter Three - Milking
Courtney laid in the corner of her stall, staring rudely at the rectangular screen on the wall. The depressed circle in the center was the only way to gain sustenance in her confined quarters, and she hated it.
Still, she was starting to get rather thirsty, and she wasn't going to be let out for fresh air for at least another hour, if past experience was anything to go by.
Snorting to herself, she glanced up towards the ceiling, where a black dome watched her every move. It still bothered her, somewhat, but it was too far up for her to do anything about it.
She didn't exactly have hands, and she was still practicing with her hooves. So far, she had only managed to kick the ball she had been provided halfway up the wall. Eventually, she might be able to nail the camera, but the cover was probably thick enough to absorb the impact.
It was at least something to do while she was trapped in this ghastly white concrete space. At first, it hadn't bothered her too much, as she was still recuperating from her broken arm. After a couple of days, however, she had started to become stir crazy, to the extent that they had started taking her outside multiple times a day.
It wasn't enough though, especially not with the required shots they gave her every day after dinner.
She had tried refusing them, but after a week or two of horrible fights and being forcibly chained, she had learned to give in, if begrudgingly.
They were going to do it to her anyway, and if she was nice to them, they weren't as harsh. This was a rationalization, to be sure, but resisting was only generating unwanted attention.
If she misbehaved enough to be put in solitary confinement, she was only punishing herself. She needed the time outside under the blue skies to retain what sanity she had left.
On some days, they gave her extra time with the other cows. She was starting to quite like them, especially the slender black and white heifer. Whenever she arrived in the field, Ninety would skip and hop over to her, nuzzling her shoulder in welcome.
It was rather cute, but she wished that she knew the woman's proper name instead of her number. She had started calling her Prancer in her mind, due to the way she liked to dance when chasing after butterflies.
As idyllic as this might seem, there was a continuous sinister undertone at the farm. She could sense that the constant injections were changing her body, making her put on more weight.
Before she had arrived here, it was difficult, but possible to touch her elbows in front of her chest. Now, it was out of the question. Whenever she moved, the swollen mounds tended to sway, fat nipples protruding, fat and ready.
She had noticed the same for some of her companions, especially on Prancer. When she had arrived, the other cow had been petite, but with the addition of several cup sizes, her breasts had filled up her chest.
If she had to describe it, she might say that they had become more like udders. She shivered at the thought, wondering just what kind of farm she was on.
There had been no sign of anything else weird so far, unless she counted the fact that the black spots on her skin had gotten a lot more pronounced.
She was slowly starting to get comfortable with the rest of the changes, which she hadn't thought possible. She was learning how to communicate by using different types of moos, and her leg was finally starting to get better enough to stand on.
All of this combined should have raised her mood, but there was still an underlying sense of dread. Bradley had turned her into an animal, and she didn't think he would stop there, not with the way her breasts were tingling!
Snorting, she leaned forward on her hooves, rocking back and forth. The skin of her breasts rubbed up against her arms, a flush of arousal sparking down to her nipples.
That felt pretty damn good. She did it again, hissing at the friction caused by her skin sticking together.
She could do better than that, though. Placing an arm in front of her, she angled herself so that a nipple kissed her skin, skidding across the surface.
Letting out a hissing breath, she bit her lip. Mmm, that was good!
It wasn't enough, though, not nearly enough. Stiffening her shoulder, she moved her arm faster, her sensitive nipples perking up as arousal washed through her body.
Her pussy was swollen, feeling empty. It was a shame that her hooves were too awkward to jam up there, but she had found from experience that there were a few tricks she could use to get herself off.
Breathing hard, she scooted some of the sheets up against the wall with her ass. Spreading her legs wide to expose her sodden pussy, she tilted her hips forward for access.
Using the rim of her hoof, she teased the edge of her clit, hissing as sizzling sensations bombarded her brain. Her mouth gaped open, a soft moo escaping her throat as she employed the back of her wrist to stimulate her breast.
The flesh distended around her wrist bone, a frisson of pleasure glowing in her chest. It wasn't as intense as using her fingers would have been, but her sensitivity had increased, making it almost as good.
Settling into a rhythm, she moved her wrist in a cyclical motion, groaning as a hot flush ran down her neck. She could feel the thread of climax pulsing in her depths, and she kept stroking, desperate to get herself off.
A wave of pleasure flooded her body, her breasts tightening in response. Her legs jiggled as the sudden climax seized her, but it was short lived.
It was something, but it still wasn't enough, dammit!
She mooed to herself, trying to recapture the arousal, but it was too late. Her skin had been desensitized, and now her hoof felt like nothing more than a piece of gritty sandpaper grating against her soft flesh.
Sighing, she leaned back and looked up at the camera, sticking out her tongue. She knew that they had seen that, and she didn't care.
Not that they seemed to care all that much, either. At least, none of the white rubber guards had ever shown up to stop her.
She shrugged, pulling her legs into her body, setting her heavy hooves on the floor. They probably saw it as one way to keep her in good spirits, though for what purpose, she didn't know.
Clicking her tongue, she scowled as her belly gurgled. It was getting to be about that time again. Sticking out her neck, she mooed loudly, resting her cast on her thigh.
There was no response for some time, but just when she was about to give up hope, an electronic chirp echoed through the cell. She stood, leaning more heavily on her uninjured arm as she watched the wall intensely.
Thoughts emptied from her mind as she stared, her breath coming in short bursts. She did not know why she was doing this, but she knew that it had to be done.
The rectangular screen on the wall lit up red, the circular hole opening up. A long, pink dildo thrust outwards, wobbling as it jiggled into position, at least a foot long.
She trotted up to the drooping end, wiggling her ass in anticipation. However they had come up with the mixture, it had the texture of ice cream, with all kinds of different, creative flavors!
She never got bored of it, nor the dazzling display that shone from the rectangular screen mounted above the dildo’s rubbery length. She paused at the tip, waiting for the signal.
When the screen turned green, she lunched forward, clamping her mouth around the girthy end. Pressing her tongue into the head, she gave it a greedy suck, tugging backwards.
The pattern on the screen changed, but she barely noticed it, slurping down the creamy substance that gushed into her mouth. There was no time to savor it, as it came in a rush.
The pattern intensified, and her eyes went blank. The screen flashed, a video playing. She was staring up at the hairy pubes of a man, his dick thrusting deep into her mouth.
She could feel it dropping into her throat, and she gagged, her eyes rolling. The tip of the dildo had dried up for the moment, thankfully, otherwise she might have drowned.
As it was, she could barely keep up, her throat flexing around its thick length as it rammed into an obstruction deeper in. She choked, but her blank eyes followed the screen, lips curling around the girth as her body relaxed.
Within a few strokes, she had settled down, breathing in small bursts whenever she pulled back. The man was smiling down at her, which made her happy, breasts swaying with each lunge.
A thin line lit up around the edge of the screen, and the man's body froze, his face fixed in a look of pure pleasure.
She halted with the dick crammed down her throat, swallowing the gushes of fluid spurting from its jerking length.
When the flow stopped, she pulled out, smacking her lips together automatically. The video blanked and reset, the man approaching once again.
The lights around the edge of the screen pulsed, and she leaned back in, taking the dildo in her mouth. The second time, her motions were smoother, her reflexes duller. It was easier to slide the fat cock into her throat, and less difficult to keep it there.
When the next gush of fluid came, she barely even reacted, slurping it down with little fuss. Clamping her lips over the rubbery cock, she pulled back, her nose ring clinking as she popped off the tip.
Sitting back, she watched the screen, waiting for another command. It blanked again, flashing blue before going dark. The cock jolted, the wet length rapidly withdrawing into the wall, the circular porthole snapping shut.
She blinked, the pleasant haze beginning to lift. Licking her lips, she mooed, a sudden burp interrupting her satisfaction. Her brow furrowed as she stared at the blank wall.
She had been fed again, as evidenced by her full belly. What had just happened to her?
There was a conspicuous hollow spot in her mind where her memories should be. Even her cognizance of the event was shaky, as though it was a dream.
It might as well be one, given how much she retained. The more she thought about it, the less she remembered. Uncertain, she sat back on her heels, but nothing came to mind. It was completely gone.
She didn't even know how long she had been staring at the wall. It couldn't have been more than an hour, but it was impossible to tell.
There was no clock in the cell, nor any other way of keeping time. There was no natural light, either, only continuous beams from soulless fluorescent bulbs.
Shrugging, she leaned forward onto her hooves. Since there was nothing else to do, she might as well get some practice in.
Arching her back, she pushed herself off the ground, keeping her front arms stiff. Balancing on her back hooves, she lifted her right arm, feeling out her left.
It was only recently that the pain had gone away, and she snorted with satisfaction as she ambled forward. Keeping up a reasonable gait required a lot of concentration, which was frustrating.
She knew that, with practice, this would become second nature, and she rather hated that fact. Once that occurred, it would be yet another sign that she was becoming habituated to this new reality, and she didn't want that.
It seemed like that was the only option left to her, however. She needed to get good at this to keep up the hope that escape might still be possible.
With that aim in mind, she focused on smoothing out her movements, first one set of legs, then another.
She hissed to herself, not sure when the terminology had flipped in her mind. With each passing day, she was becoming more like the animal they wanted her to be.
Shit. She had caught one hoof behind another, tangling herself up. Unable to arrest her momentum, she twisted and fell on her right shoulder, letting out a plaintive moo.
Resting for a moment, she sighed. That's what she got for being distracted. Worrying about the future was pointless, she had to focus on the here and now.
Gritting her teeth, she rolled onto her back and straightened her legs. From here, it wasn't that difficult to reset. All she had to do was sit up and place her hooves on the ground between her legs, like so. Then, she could start all over again.
Mooing, she pushed herself back up, wiggling her butt to dispel the ache from her fall. This time, she focused, making sure to keep her hooves coordinated, the heavy pads working to spread out her weight.
She made one circle, then another, pleased at how well she was progressing. It wasn't to the point where she could leave it on autopilot, but that time would soon arrive.
There came another electronic chirp, and she looked up at the wall. The screen was blazing with color once more, but the porthole had not reopened.
Chewing on her lip, she gave it a wide berth. Any time she got too involved with that thing, she seemed to lose her conception of time.
It was trying to tell her something, though. Wasn't it important for her to understand what was going on so that she could look for cracks in their security?
She shook her head, snorting. How would that help if she fell into another trance? Her thoughts were getting way too jumbled.
It was difficult for her to stay away, though. The flashing patterns were enticing, inviting her to step in closer.
She paced warily at the edge of her cell, making periodic glances at the display. There weren't any jarring sounds or white rubber guards, just more sparkles.
She mooed, blinking heavily. Surely it wouldn't hurt if she just took a short look. Her legs trembled, bringing her closer to the display, moving at an oblique angle. She stared at the floor until she was close, feeling the pressure of the colors beating against the side of her head.
Mooing again, she tilted her neck up and froze, transfixed. Trotting up to the display, she planted her fat ass on the floor, her eyes widening as the colors flickered.
There was movement embedded within, soft curves of skin, bodies rocking. A flush of heat licked over her chest, causing her nipples to tighten. Breathing slow, she rested her wrists on her thighs, cracking her legs open to expose her increasingly wet pussy.
Her body shuddered, arousal rising, but there was nowhere for it to go. She needed the help of another to satisfy the pulsing need in her belly, to fill the gaping hole in her core.
She tapped her hooves against the floor, mooing plaintively. She wanted what the display was showing her so much, she would do anything to achieve relief!
A thick piece of rubber wrapped around her throat, clicking shut at the rear. The upper edge dug into the bottom of her jaw line, forcing her head up.
She mooed in protest, but she was far too absorbed in the flickering screen to worry about it, not even when a leash clicked onto the ring dangling from the front.
Something dark dropped over the top of her head, and suddenly the sparkling lights were closer to her eyes, the trance becoming more intense. An elastic band was pulled around the back of her skull, keeping the flashing display in place.
A faint thought bubbled up through her brain, a series of letters - a V, then an R, but none of it made any sense to her. She didn't need to understand what was going on, not when her mind was totally captured by the tantalizing display!
Not even a pinch at her arm was sufficient to break her out of the fugue, her jaw dropping open as a gentle tug at the leash pulled her onto her feet.
She moved at a slow pace, following the insistent demand. She barely noticed as she crossed over a threshold, her hooves clopping against a concrete floor as she was led through a hallway.
Her brain was too occupied with the sparkling colors, a thrill running through her body. At a detached level, she recognized that she had been mesmerized, but there wasn't any reason to do anything about it!
She felt exceedingly good, skin on fire, waiting to be touched. Somehow, she understood that these desires would soon be fulfilled, so she continued following the leash, completely docile.
Losing track of time, she swallowed, licking up the slobber that had started to dribble out of her mouth. Mooing, she sped up, hoping that she would receive a reward soon.
A hand stroked down the back of her neck, soothing her. She leaned into it, enjoying the feel of human contact, even if it was muted by a rubbery coating.
Lights flashed in front of her eyes, a nude body swaying, curved oiled skin popping with fat nipples. Any thoughts that remained soon fled, her brain consumed with processing the raw sensations.
She was ready to be taken, to be used. Breathing hard, she mooed with desire, hoping that it would happen soon.
The hand stopped stroking her back, the leash tightening up. She followed the implicit command, careful to keep her balance as a hoof landed on a bump in the floor.
She couldn't see the obstruction, but it wasn't necessary. Her handler would guide her.
Moving forward, she jolted as the hand on her back pressed down firmly, the leash going slack. The other hand was now around her throat, holding her still.
She snorted, swinging her head in irritation at the sudden demand, but the device remained secure. The woman's oiled body leaned over, shooting her a submissive look.
Courtney calmed down as the hand remained steady, letting out a plaintive moo. She couldn't understand what was going on, couldn't even speculate. However, with the calm presence of the invisible handler, she somehow knew that things were going to be okay.
The calmness faded as several cold straps lifted up against her body, cradling her breastbone, belly and hips. They tightened up, reducing the weight on her feet. She shuddered, mooing in fear, hooves scrambling against the floor.
The hand gave her a sharp smack, but she couldn't help herself. She didn't like being held like this, and she wanted out, now!
There came an annoyed sigh, and the straps wound tighter, lifting her off the floor, her legs windmilling. She kicked out in distress, but hit nothing, her body suspended.
There came the clink of metal, something heavy attaching to her collar on either side. Mooing loudly, she jerked her head, discovering that rigid bars had been attached, limiting her movement.
These were soon followed by a belt that was cinched tight about her waist, more bars attached to prevent her from wiggling too much in the harness.
This only made her more angry, looking for another way to express her distaste. Arching her back, she wiggled in the straps like a dolphin, rattling them in a wicked cacophony.
A heavy set of headphones were clamped over her ears, the sparkling display intensifying. “Bad cow,” hissed a hard voice, the words worming into her ears.
A discordant tone sounded, and her muscles went limp. She stopped struggling, stopped breathing, stopped existing.
This lasted for several heartbeats, and then she relaxed, her lungs working. Mouth hanging open, she suddenly retched, stomach heaving.
The muffled sound of a door opening echoed through the chamber, followed by the click of heels. “Calm her down,” came the strict voice of the Doctor.
There came a murmured protest, another feminine voice. The Doctor hissed in annoyance. “I know it will sour the milk, I'm the one who developed the protocol! She needs to be calmed down so that she can get used to being treated like this.”
Courtney strained, trying to hear the reply, but it only came through as more murmurs. “I know he likes to sample the virgin production run, but a frightened cow creates a poor aftertaste. He'll have to be satisfied with the second batch.”
Another murmured question. “We'll worry about volume production later. I'll make sure he's notified when we're ready to move her to that stage, I'm sure he'll want to handle it personally.”
The words sank into her brain, but the scattered light prevented her from making sense of them. She gnawed on her lip in an effort to reduce the anxiety tugging at her belly, too distracted to understand.
A hand wrapped around her right arm, holding it into the air. She jerked, letting out a weak moo as a cold substance was applied to her elbow. A loud tone played in her headphones again, and her body went limp a second time.
“Stay calm, cow,” came the voice of the Doctor. “You don't want to injure yourself again. This is simply something to calm your nerves. Don't worry, this test run won't take that long. Soon you'll be quite looking forward to joining your herdmates for long hours in the stalls.”
Confused, she made an interrogatory sputter, but the Doctor didn't seem interested in elaborating further. There came a familiar jab, then a rough pressure against her arm until a cotton swab dressing was applied.
“There, there, Show Girl. Just relax and listen to the soothing voice in your ears. This will become noisy with strange sensations, but I promise that you'll get used to it in no time.”
Courtney breathed through her nose, her brow creasing. The way the Doctor had spoken made it seem as though she was using a proper name, but that wasn't right. She was Courtney Calhoun, dammit, and she wouldn't allow herself to… oh, those colors really were super pretty!
Sagging into the straps, she wrinkled her nose, feeling the weight of the headphones on her ears. It was all rather distracting, preventing her from properly thinking about anything.
Before she could explore that idea further, the pattern had changed, forming into another nude woman, this one standing on all fours.
The woman was rocking forward, her face flushed with pleasure, the indistinct form of a man moving behind her. Courtney's body was hot, arousal growing. Oh, how she wished that she could be that woman, enjoying getting fucked out of her mind!
There came a jolt at her waist, hands moving, attaching something to her belt. A thick strip was fed between her legs, forcing them apart. She grunted as she realized that fat knobs were being pressed into her pussy and ass, dildos mounted to a strip of leather.
She protested as the ghostly hand fed the knob into her butt with firm pressure, another hand pressing into her pelvis. “Bear down, cow,” ordered the Doctor.
The voice of authority tickled the back of her mind, and she heaved. The knob popped into her hole, seating in her ass. She felt uncomfortably full, but this was only a prelude.
She hissed through her teeth as the second knob was pressed into her pussy, the length shoved roughly inside. She let out a moo, shuddering in the restraints.
“Stop protesting, these are trainee lengths,” the Doctor informed her. “You'll learn to take larger plugs and like it soon enough.”
The woman cavorting on her display seemed to agree, a smile on her face as she groped at her breasts.
Courtney resented her. She wasn't strapped down and being fed these bizarre plugs. She had the freedom to enjoy herself whenever and however she pleased!
The annoyed thought soon slipped away, lost in a cacophony of color as the Doctor cinched the front of the belt tight.
There came a metallic click, and the hands fell away. “You're ready to be pleasured,” announced the Doctor. “Unfortunately, it gets more unpleasant from here. Stay with me.”
She gasped as something cold was slathered onto her nipples. The Doctor ignored her distress, swirling the substance around in a circle.
This was soon followed by some fondling, fingers clamping down on her flesh, tugging her breasts towards the floor. She breathed hard, surprised at the sheer amount of pleasure that tingled through her sensitive skin. She felt ripe, heavy, ready to pop.
The Doctor flicked a finger over her nipple, extracting a gasp. “They’re looking quite good, you're nearly ready to produce. Let's take you through a quick cycle so that you can get used to the noise and sensations.”
She stopped playing with Courtney's breasts, and the swirling colors caught her again, the sleek curves of the lady shifting. The woman was leaning against a metal frame, nude, but there was no man behind her.
She was strapped down, her large chest dangling through a wooden board with circular cutouts. The woman bit her lower lip as clamps were applied to her nipples, face red with painful ecstasy.
The display flickered, repeating again, but this time small weights were applied to thick barbell piercings that dragged the woman’s nipples down. Her thick flesh protruded, wobbling back and forth as a crop was applied to her ass.
When a sudden suction appeared on her own nipples, she wasn't surprised. The visuals were meant to get her prepared to be abused, and considering the sensations, it didn't feel quite as bad as what she had been shown.
She sighed, sagging into the straps. If it remained at the current level, she could handle it. The pinching pain wasn't good, but at least she didn't have weights dangling from her nipples!
There came a hissing pop, and her breasts jolted deeper inside the cups, the Doctor pushing them into position. Her nipples sank all the way to the bottom, where they pressed into small cylinders.
The Doctor let go of the cups, and they dangled freely, jerking on her flesh. Her eyes welled up with tears, arms tightening with tension. She wanted to lash out at someone, but she didn't know where the Doctor was positioned.
A hand wrapped around the back of her neck, clamping over her collar. “I can see the anger in your frame,” the Doctor said coolly. “It is immaterial. You are a cow. You will be milked. It is your purpose.”
Courtney snorted, annoyed that it sounded like another moo. Over all the indignities she had experienced so far, that one continued to be the worst. She just couldn't express herself!
A fat length was jammed into her open mouth, levering it open. She shook her head in an attempt to reject it, but the hands secured it behind her neck with efficient motions.
“Suck on that,” the Doctor ordered. “It will help to calm you. Go on, we won't be able to start until you've gotten this out of your system.”
Courtney gurgled around the gag, trying to push it out with her tongue. When that failed, she shifted her jaw, trying to make it more comfortable.
It didn't help that much. Grunting, she choked around the rounded length, saliva gathering at her lips. It naturally began to drool out, and there was nothing she could do about it.
Mooing, she kicked out her legs, striking nothing. A hand smacked her ass. “We have a lively one!” exclaimed the Doctor. “Even drugged up to the gills, you're still a fighter!”
Courtney grimaced around the gag, annoyed at her amusement. This wasn't a game, dammit, she was bound up in this bizarre torture device and… and oh!
The plugs in her pussy and ass began to vibrate, starting slow, but soon ramping up. She mooed into the gag, this time in pleasure, astounded by how much they were turning her on.
“That's a good cow,” purred the Doctor, the hand returning to grab her butt cheek.
She groaned, wiggling her hips, but she couldn't get away from the Doctor, nor the inexorable buzz of the plugs, her insides tingling delightfully.
The Doctor let go of her ass, sliding her hand around until it dipped between her thighs, the tips of her fingers pressing into the belt right below her pussy. She applied swift pressure, forcing the vibrating plug deeper inside, chuckling when Courtney squealed and jiggled in the restraints.
“You're still struggling because you're under a common misapprehension,” declared the Doctor, rocking the plug in a circle. “You still believe that you have a modicum of control, that someday you will escape our grasp.”
The patterns on the headset suddenly vanished, leaving her sinking into a black void, completely blind. The headphones clicked, a dark chuckle sounding in her ears. “Nothing could be further from the truth. You see, I own you, and I have been given permission to do whatever I need to make you fit in. You're not a person, you're an animal, and I mean to prove it.”
The outer cups on her chest jolted, pulling themselves tight against her breasts in a jerking motion. The smaller, inner cups over her nipples let go momentarily, a popping click sounding in her headphones as they clenched down again, squeezing her flesh.
Groaning against the gag, she blinked her eyes, a strange sparkling pattern painting over the dark void. She had experienced this before, in a blacked out closet, so dark that her brain made up its own stimuli.
It was disconcerting to experience it here, where there was no hope of escape. She clenched her eyes shut, hoping that the strangeness would go away.
It didn't help as much as she hoped, as now she could feel the swollen tenderness of her breasts being ravaged by the unfeeling machine. The rattling pop tugged on her enlarged tits, her breasts the size of melons. There was a pressure inside that was begging to be released, and it was only growing stronger the longer the tight cups jerked on her erect nipples.
Just when she thought that she might explode, there came an uncomfortable tug at her ass. Disturbed, she kicked out again, this time landing a solid hit against something that yielded.
A faint curse was audible through the headphones, and she smiled in satisfaction. Whoever it was had deserved it, she hoped that it had hurt a lot.
Her left leg was seized and lifted, a thick band wrapped under her knee. Clamping down on the gag, she tried to kick her way free, but the way it had been secured made this impossible.
She tried with her other leg, but it was also grabbed and bound, preventing her from doing further damage.
Both legs were now suspended in the air, in a pose reminiscent of swimming. She jerked forward, her entire body swaying, straining to reach the ground with her front legs.
She couldn’t find the floor, which only increased her alarm further. She began thrusting them out in random directions, trying to find some purchase.
A front leg contacted some swaying tubing, and a sucking pump popped off her chest, the cup winding around her wrist. She mooed in alarm, becoming even more afraid, her mind lost in a sea of fear.
A firm hand grabbed her collar, yanking her back. “Naughty girl! You've made a right mess of things! Since you won't stop moving around, I'm afraid I'll have to use a stricter protocol with you.”
The Doctor didn't sound particularly sorry. Courtney snorted through her nose, trying to pull away, a sudden rage boiling in her chest. That's right, wasn't she supposed to hate the Doctor?
She had somehow forgotten that fact along the way, but now it was front and center. Baring her teeth against the gag, she pulled hard, trying to yank the Doctor off her feet.
The grip on her collar slackened, and for a brief moment, she celebrated. However, it wasn't long before someone grabbed her wrists and chained them together, preventing her from lashing out to the sides.
This didn't stop her from using them together as a club, but even that was soon constrained, a chain attached and pulled taut until her arms were stretched out in front of her.
She was now completely bound, only capable of wobbling in the air. She mooed, turning her neck rapidly, gnawing on the gag.
The hand returned to her collar. “That's quite the temper tantrum, but you can see now that it’s useless. There's nowhere for you to go, and the punishment for your actions shall be severe.”
Someone tugged at the belt running down to her ass. “This next part will be uncomfortable, but you've earned it,” hissed the Doctor.
Courtney groaned as the plug inside her butt deflated. What was the Doctor talking about?
There came a heavy tug, forcing her ass down. This was soon followed by a jerking sensation in her pussy as something was attached to the belt.
A sudden pressure appeared in her rectum, an unpleasant gurgle rushing into her belly. It didn't take long for her to figure out what had happened. A tube had been attached, and fluid was being pumped inside!
Too late, she realized that she hadn't been putting up any resistance. She shook her body side to side, but it was pointless. There was no way to dislodge the connection, the pressure slowly building as her belly bulged with the fluid.
A sharp stinging crack landed against her cheek, and she cried out. “The more you struggle, the worse it gets,” said the Doctor in a measured tone. “If you want to be treated like a lesser being, by all means, persist with your behavior.”
She rolled her eyes, a true terror displacing her anger. Her guts continued to gurgle, being pressurized through her ass. Would they continue pumping her up until something burst? This was intolerable!
She stopped struggling, letting herself go limp. She had no control over what they did next, but she needed them to stop!
Fortunately, the pulsing pressure slowed, the discomfort in her guts beginning to moderate. “Much better,” declared the Doctor. “Remain still while we get you sorted, or I'll fill you so full you won't be able to poop right for a week!”
Trembling, she did as the Doctor ordered, complaining only a little as the tubing was untangled from around her wrist.
Her mind did a backflip, confusion growing. At some point, she had started thinking of her arms as legs. She wasn’t sure when that had happened, but it must have been a while, as the terminology change felt pretty natural.
Bizarre, and also bad. The more she thought the way they wanted her to think, the more she became their obedient cow.
She didn't have much of a choice right now, of course, but she wanted to keep things clear in her mind. These were arms, not legs, and she had hands and feet hidden under those hoof capsules.
Probably. She didn't really know, but that made the most sense. They wouldn't have amputated and replaced her hands, would they?
No, that was silly. There would be no way to create the nerve endings needed for her to relearn how to balance if that had been the case.
She had to think that, as the alternative was truly horrifying. There was still hope that she could be rescued and returned to normal. Probably.
That's why she had to walk a fine line. She couldn't antagonize the staff too much, or they might disfigure her in a way that couldn't heal properly. She had to avoid that at all costs!
Snorting, she remained still. She would give them what they desired, for now, so that they would stop torturing her. An opportunity would arise eventually, and she had to preserve as much of her mental fortitude as she could for that day!
A hand patted her forearm. “Decided to be cooperative, have we? In just a moment, we’ll get you hooked back up. Then the fun can begin!”
Courtney didn't like the sound of that, but there was nothing she could do. At least the plugs had stopped buzzing, and the remaining cup on her left breast was motionless.
It wouldn't stay that way for long, but the short reprieve was helping her to get used to the idea of being hooked up to this bizarre machinery. Fortunately, they had stopped pumping her guts full, the pressure slowly easing as the fluid flowed back out through the tubing.
She flinched as the cup was placed over her breast, the suction clamping it back into place. The Doctor flicked the surface, a full throated chuckle tickling her ears.
“Much better. We'll have you sliding into milkspace momentarily.”
She frowned, full of questions, but even if she wasn't gagged, the best she could accomplish was an interrogatory moo. They weren’t interested in her opinion, believing that they knew best.
They thought that they were caretakers, trainers, owners. She would have to figure out a way to prove them wrong!
Fingers walked down her belly, her bowels gurgling. “You can hold more, but this is enough to get you nice and clean. It's time to give you a good pump.”
The cups on her chest jumped, which she expected, but the clicking pops were soon joined by a louder roar behind her. The tubing attached to her ass tugged hard on her hole, evacuating some of the fluid it had previously pumped in.
The sensation was quite uncomfortable, but she was relieved all the same. She wanted all of that crap gone!
Unwilling to wait any longer, she bore down, a gush of fluid and gas burbling into the tubing. She let out a sigh of relief as it was sucked away, her breasts tingling as they were worked on by the cups.
She barely noticed the pressure there, concentrating on expelling the rest of the fluid from her guts. One, two, three, push!
The next gush provided more relief from the pressure, and she sighed, gnawing on the gag. It was amazing how much better she felt without all that goop in her system!
With that distraction mostly eliminated, she started to notice the pain in her nipples. The clicking pop of the pumps worked merrily, sucking on her skin with brutal efficiency. Her flesh distended into the small cups, while the larger ones maintained a constant pressure, keeping the whole mechanism in place over her udders.
Her mind tripped over the word, and she let out a terrified chuckle through her nose. The way her breasts had swollen up from the injections had started to make them unwieldy, but she wasn't a cow. She had to remember that fact, no matter how much they treated her like a wild animal!
She noticed that she wasn't staring into blackness any longer, new patterns dancing across her vision. If she concentrated hard enough, she could catch glimpses of words being paraded through the sparkling lights.
Milkslut. Cow. Breeder. Obedient. Slave. Serve. Produce. Udders. Milk. Enjoy. Blank. Pleasure.
They swam, rippling in the noise, appearing and disappearing like waves, the pixelated letters throbbing in time with the milking cups. How long had those been there, soft suggestions, reprogramming her mind?
She shook her head, but of course that did nothing, the goggles tightly strapped to her skull. It was no use to protest with this gag in her mouth, and she had been trussed up like a slave.
All she could do was take it, and try to reject the words as they appeared. She was not a cow, not a… milkslut. She didn't have udders, these were her arms, and she was a twenty three year old professional, not some thing to be used and abused by rich assholes!
Then why was the action on her nipples starting to feel good?
She froze, her nostrils twitching as she took in short breaths, trying to deny the odd pleasure she had started to derive from her swollen nipples. They had gotten larger, fuller, and she was being tweaked in a way that felt better than she had ever remembered when fondling them by hand.
Damn. This was actually getting rather arousing, despite the residual pressure in her ass. She could probably solve that problem, at least.
Straining, she pushed more of the fluid out, surprised to be helped by a light suction. She was getting more comfortable now, but she knew better than to think that it would last for long.
The dildo in her pussy jolted back to life, creating a tingling anticipation. The picture was becoming clearer. They were using unpleasant measures to force her to accept this stimulation, hoping that she would become addicted to the pleasure.
Cowslut. The word rolled through her mind, and she shuddered. Her body was tense, aroused. It wouldn't take much to set her off, but she wouldn't give in, either.
She might love the idea of being fucked right now, but she was not a slut. Not a cow, either!
She frowned as her brain hiccuped, finding it more difficult than she would like to deny the insidious words.
Who she was, who she really was, appeared to be in some state of flux. For the first time in her life, she was worried about her sense of self!
An uncomfortable twinge shot through her belly and the uncertainty fled. Nonsense, she was Courtney Calhoun, the daughter of a rising executive! There was no way she would let that bastard Bradley turn her into a barnyard animal!
Straightening her back, she resolved to take the pleasure without yielding. Whatever the device did to her, she would withstand it. She was a pillar of strength!
Her legs were trembling now, a rush of pleasure from her pussy overwhelming her body. She rolled her eyes, recognizing it for what it was. An orgasm, but a small one, brought on by the implacable machine.
She gulped, her face hot with sweat. It had come on unexpectedly, and was sweeter than she had anticipated.
The possessive hand returned, stroking down her back. “You see now, don't you? Your body betrays you. We can inflict as much pleasure as we like, and you cannot stop us.”
That was quite true, but she wouldn’t simply give up! It didn't matter how good it felt, they couldn't control her mind!
It was getting more difficult to concentrate now, however, as the machines would not let her rest in the afterglow. The pressure was increasing on her breasts, becoming ever more painful, and the tube at her ass had been pulled, being replaced with something hard, larger than the previous plug.
It was twisted into place, and she grunted, feeling the gag tight against her face. The overall sensations were starting to become intolerable again, her breath wheezing through her nostrils.
Cumslut. Cowmilkers. Udders. She couldn't help herself, her brain was automatically reading the words, the ideas turning into images that floated through her mind.
Body twitching, rocking with the rhythm of the pumps, a man's cock rammed up her pussy, using her. Fuck, that idea had power. The insistent buzzing in her pussy rose, pushing her towards a second climax.
It was so close, just a little more!
Was there anything she could do to hasten its arrival? If she swung her arms forward, then squeezed her legs together, she might be able to create a kind of swimming motion in the air. Would the Doctor stop her?
When the next wave of pleasure came, she groaned, her neck tight in the posture collar. Screw it, she was going to give it a try, consequences be damned!
Pleasure whore. Doctor's bitch. Ignoring the new words, she clamped down around the gag, swallowing some of the slobber that had gathered. Pushing her arms forward, she waited until the chain tightened, preventing her from moving further.
A shock ran through her head. Of course! Why hadn't she thought of that sooner?
She knew why. She was being purposefully distracted in the hopes that they could soften her up to accept the horrible descriptions they kept feeding her.
Cowmaid. Milkwhore. She sighed, wrapping her bound hands together. They could insult her all they liked, but she was going to take control of this situation, make it hers.
Taking the slack out of the chain, she pulled steadily, swinging her body forward. Holding herself at the peak, she let go, her body swaying backwards. When she reached maximum deflection, she pulled again, setting up a rocking motion.
A dark chuckle filled her ears, but the Doctor didn't step in to stop her. They must not care that she was getting into it, believing that she was succumbing to the brainwashing.
Obedient cow. Breeding whore. The next words confirmed her guess, but she didn't have time for them. She was busy with the rocking, imagining that she was sitting on top of Bradley, fucking him for all he was worth.
He had always been something of a fop, and she had derived extra pleasure seducing him when he was dressed in one of his immaculate suits. The sperm stains had probably been rather embarrassing for him to explain, if he had bothered at all.
Thinking back, the man's staff was probably used to his escapades, and her behavior hadn't shamed him at all.
In fact, she was the one who had embarrassed herself, trusting that she had him all wrapped up when that clearly wasn't the case. He had strung her along, probably amused by her voraciousness, waiting until she became inconvenient.
That was really what galled her the most. She hadn't picked up on the hints before it was too late. How could she have missed the fact that he was planning on turning her into his bitch milkslave cowslut?
The words burned trails in her brain, and she blinked, realizing that she had gotten distracted by her ruminations, the headset feeding more nonsense into her head.
The spell was momentarily broken, a spike of fear shooting down her spine. She had almost forgotten herself, succumbing to the promise of more pleasure. Despite what she had told herself, she had never really been in control, no matter how much she had tried to rationalize it!
The possessive hand stroked over her back. “What's the matter, cow? Are you starting to realize how much you enjoy being treated like a cow slut slave?”
Her confidence made Courtney shudder. There was a kind of submissive streak buried deep within her, and this situation was bringing it out in spades!
Submissive. Obedient. Subservient. She shivered, finding with horror that these words were striking home.
No, that couldn't be. She was the one who had been stringing Bradley along, not the other way around!
The voice in her ears chuckled with a hint of a knowing grin. “When you fall apart, you submit. When you submit, you accept. When you accept, you become mine. You are a cow.”
She shook her head, her movements constrained by the stiff collar. She had been forced into this position, she couldn't possibly like it!
The hand slapped her ass. “Just a little bit more, and you'll understand. It is time. You are ready to receive me.”
The pumps on her chest kept throbbing, but the plug in her pussy turned off, leaving her wanting more. She wheezed through her nose at the intensity of the emotion, worrying that she was starting to lose herself.
Fuckslut. Cowslut. Milkslut. The last word triggered a discordant twang, which allowed her to momentarily throw off the conditioning. What was she thinking? It was crazy to believe anything the Doctor said!
Yet, here she was, completely at the Doctor's mercy, bound like a toy, awaiting her next move. She was still a human, though, dammit, and she would prove it!
Taking a deep breath, she suppressed the pleasure, focusing on the unpleasant clicks of the suction. Her breasts were tight, swollen to the max, teats stretched out into the cups. This wasn't pleasure, this was torture!
A jiggle came from her pussy, the dildo twisting inside her. Her hot tunnel gaped wide as it was removed, a rush of cool air tickling her inner lips. There was a short sense of freedom, but she knew that it wouldn't last for long.
Doctor's whore. Doctor's toy. Doctor's cow. Doctor's orders. The blurry words gave her warning, but it was still a shock when a fat dildo returned, this one larger than the last.
It sank all the way in, the exterior dotted with soft nubs that teased her tunnel, the base splitting her open. Her eyes widened as she let out a hissing breath, breasts jiggling from the pressure of the first thrust.
It was commanding, imperial. The Doctor knew how to fuck.
Gloved hands gripped her ass, squeezing her butt cheeks. “Now let's start the lesson,” the Doctor said, her strict voice echoing in Courtney's ears. “You are still under the mistaken assumption that you are a free human, with thoughts and decisions that matter. I am here to disabuse you of that notion. The life you led, the person you were, that is irrelevant. In fact, I have not been provided those details, as they are unnecessary.”
Courtney frowned at the surety in her voice. It was the confidence of someone who had done this many times before. How many women had been broken to her will, literally had the resistance fucked out of them?
What made her think that she would be any different? She frowned, unable to dismiss the sense of inevitability that was growing in her mind.
The hands on her ass squeezed tighter as the Doctor withdrew, her tunnel aching as the dildo paused near her opening. “Anticipation,” whispered the Doctor, her words penetrating deep. “You are fully aware of your fate, but are helpless to stop it. You know that the pleasure will break you, but you want it all the same.”
Courtney yanked her hooves apart, using the pain of the cuffs around her wrists to distract her from the demands of her body. There was nothing she wanted more than to relax and give in, but that would be the first step towards becoming the doctor’s obedient pet.
Breeder. Cowslut. Pleasure. Inevitable. The rippling words sizzled in her vision, shifting from a cool blue to a lustful red. She gnawed on the gag in her mouth, trying to avoid repeating them in her mind.
It was becoming increasingly difficult, and the Doctor knew it. “You want this fake cock back in your hole, filling you to the brim. I can give it to you, all you must do is ask.”
She drew swirls on Courtney's ass with her fingers. “I'm waiting,” she said, an utter confidence imbuing her words. “Keep this up as long as you like, you know what the result will be. Just admit it.”
The Doctor was right. She was barely holding on. The pressure on her nipples was unrelenting, demanding her attention, and the bulb in her ass was huge, priming her sensitive pussy. Not to mention the way her opening tingled around the thick dildo, throbbing with each passing moment.
Submit. Obey. Rejoice. The words made her shudder, her body vibrating with tension. She couldn't help herself, she had to repeat them!
Submit. Obey. Rejoice. There wasn't much of a choice, now was there? She has been primed for this, bound and stimulated until she could think of nothing else.
Submit. Obey. Rejoice. It wouldn't be so bad, would it? It wasn't the end of the road. She could always try again, resist when the time was right. She didn't have the fortitude left right now, and if she gave the Doctor what she wanted, she might be lulled into a false sense of superiority.
Submit. Obey. Rejoice. The words pounded in her mind, filling up her conscious thoughts with their presence. All she had to do was give in, and the promised ecstasy would be hers!
Submit. Obey. Rejoice. Cow.
Her eyes widened, nostrils flaring as she took in a deep breath. This was it. She was really going to do this, to pretend that she was the animal they wanted her to be!
Her breath exploded from within, rattling around the gag and through her nose. The moo transmitted through her head, sounding surprisingly loud to her ears. It was almost as though she was embracing her position, as if she really meant it!
That wasn't right, this was all an illusion. She couldn't be a freaking cow!
And then the dildo crammed back into her sodden tunnel, a rush of pleasure rocketing through her loins, making her knees weak.
She knew instantly that this orgasm was only possible through her submission. The sweetness of the reward was tempered by fear of the truth - that she had exploded simply from briefly accepting that she was their cow.
She quailed at this truth, mooing noisily as the Doctor used her hole with rough thrusts. The pressure inside her was rising, skin sensitizing, chest jiggling. The plug in her ass was jumping with every push, intensifying the pleasurable friction.
Another climax was already building, and this one was sure to be intense. Her entire body was swaying from the thrusts, from being used. Her breathing came in short little bursts, the mooing becoming almost continuous.
Cowslut. Cumslut. Milkslut. Explode.
Gurgling around the gag, the words dug deep into her psyche, the tubing on her breasts swaying, cups pumping.
The pressure increased further, and suddenly she knew. As the words commanded, her nipples were about to explode!
Snorting, she clamped down on the gag, her body becoming rigid. A dam broke open, a spray of fluid bursting forth into the cups.
With the initial seal breached, the volume increased, hot fluid gushing forth with every tug from the implacable machine. She filled the cups full, the tips of her breasts warmed by her own milk.
Click. Pop. Tug. Click. Pop. Tug.
She hissed, realizing that the Doctor had synchronized her thrusts with the tugs on her breasts, skipping every other beat.
“Concentrate, cow,” came the Doctor's voice, low and commanding. “The more you relax into the rhythm, the sweeter the milk will be. You want to be rewarded, don't you?”
Did she? What did a reward look like for a cow like her anyway?
Slobbering over the gag, she blinked the sweat out of her eyes, straining to read the next set of words swimming in the patterns.
Milking. Joy. Fucking. Pleasure.
It was becoming obvious what they were trying to do. They wanted to link the idea of being milked with the raw pleasure of being fucked. If they could permanently associate the two ideas in her mind, she could be trained to enjoy the unusual sensations of milking, even seek them out!
Rolling her eyes, she groaned into the gag. She hated to admit it, but it seemed to be working. The pressure in her breasts had reduced, and the way they were wobbling together was enhancing the pleasure of being reamed out.
For a long while, she thought about nothing at all, simply taking in the pleasure. Her body rattled, jiggling from the force of the thrusts, milk squirting down the tubing.
It felt nice. It felt… fulfilling.
She blinked at that thought, a sense of alarm welling up within her. Was she giving up? Never!
Cowwhore. Massive udders. Megamilkers.
It was feeling better to produce with each passing moment, the gushing fluid expressing from her mammaries sending enjoyable tingles throughout her chest. She could really get used to being fucked like this, and the milking was the surprising cherry on top.
Getting into it, she slurped on the gag, wishing that it was real. She had never been much of a cocksucker, had never enjoyed it, but in her bound state, it gave her something useful to do.
Cockmilker. Cum receptacle. Mouthfucker.
She worked eagerly on the gag, pleased that the words approved of her behavior. It was fun to suck on the fake cock while she was being filled with another, her fat udders dangling into the cups.
She clamped her lips down, giving the gag a soft squeeze. To her surprise, something cool and sweet gushed into her mouth, filling it up.
Forced to swallow before it overwhelmed her, she gasped through her nose, enjoying the refreshing way it slid down her throat. The odd blockage near her voice box no longer bothered her, though it was still noticeable at moments like these, a reminder that they had stolen her voice away.
This didn’t bother her as much as it might have, the Doctor’s hot thrusts setting her on fire. Her tunnel pinged every time it was filled like a glove, shafts of pleasure spearing her pelvis, nipples sparking with delight.
She was headed towards a massive climax, unlike anything she had experienced before. She stared at the screen as it buzzed with more words, her eyes blank.
Rise. Orgasm. Explode. Forget.
She scanned over the words, again and again, the commands eating away at her mind. If there was nothing she could do to stop it, she might as well enjoy it, right?
Squeezing on the gag, she took another drink, sinking into the rhythm of pleasure. Her body was rising, feeling better and better, the fat thrusts filling her completely.
Staring dully at the patterns, she mooed softly through her nose, the pleasure coming with more urgency as the Doctor increased the pace. A sudden surge of need took her off guard, her body trembling on the edge.
The Doctor paused inside her, stroking her ass. “You have my permission, good cow. Experience everything your new life has to offer. Let go. Orgasm. Become.”
Her vision whited out as the pleasure spiked, her body jerking in the restraints. Her breasts slapped together, the pumps still sucking out her milk, solid evidence of what she had been turned into.
A cow. A milking cow. A slut. A producer. An animal.
She didn't need the words now, repeating the mantra in her head over and over, savoring the pure pleasure that tingled throughout her body.
Gritting her teeth around the gag, she closed her eyes, riding the waves of pleasure that washed through her as the strange mantra sank deep into the depths of her brain.
Strange. During the entire session, she had never even considered closing her eyes to escape from the visual assault. Had that resistance already been programmed out of her?
This alarming thread of thought soon dissipated, vanishing into the throbbing pulses of ecstasy.
Cow. Slut. Obedient.
It was a sense of the perverse that caused her to repeat these words as mooing cries, enjoying the way they made her juice further. It was so wrong, but it felt so good!
The Doctor patted her back. “Good cow. This session is almost over. Now that you've been thoroughly broken in, you will submit to your next fucking with less drama.”
The Doctor seemed quite sure of that fact, and she found it difficult to argue with her. Who wouldn't want to experience the mind bending orgasms of a proper cow slut?
She groaned against the gag, trying to shake off the thought. It was terrifying that she was even considering it!
The Doctor withdrew, the dildo dropping out of her sloppy pussy. She immediately felt its absence, mooing before she could think about what she was doing.
A light chuckle caressed her ears. “I know, cow, you love being filled. That will be your eventual role as a milk producer. You know, all of the best ones are pregnant.”
The word shot through her mind like a bolt of lightning, and she mooed in protest. This was only greeted with a dark laugh, something thick being inserted into her wet tunnel.
With a quick twist, it was locked into place, secured to the belt. A faint jolt confirmed that the vibrator had returned, sealing her back up.
She enjoyed the welcoming buzz, her body relaxing into the restraints. After that huge orgasm, she wasn't all that interested in another, but she had to admit that the low level of pleasure complemented the continued sucking of the pumps on her chest.
There was still more milk coming, but her udders felt less full. She sighed, taking another drink from the gag, burping through her nose.
The headphones were silent, the Doctor leaving her alone to enjoy herself. The words had vanished from the display, leaving her to scrape together whatever resistance she could muster.
The problem was, she didn't feel like it. Grinning under the gag, she suckled on it some more, enjoying the tug of the pumps.
It felt good. It felt nice. It felt right.
Her eyes unfocused, tracing the ever moving patterns. She was unable to focus on anything, but there was still meaning in them. Had the words embedded themselves so deeply in her brain that she could no longer even recognize them in the shifting pixels?
That thought spiraled away as the patterns brought her ever deeper. She grinned like an idiot, happy to suck on the gag as her brain stopped working.
There she remained for an indeterminate period of time, pleasured by the machines until the pumps finished milking her dry.
End Chapter Three
