Chapter Six
"Are you feeling better now?" asked Eve, her hand wrapped
around MU2's neck.
MU2
smiled dreamily, comforted by the dominant hand of her mistress.
"Everything is all right, now," she burbled.
Eve
chuckled, squeezing her hand on MU2's neck. MU2 felt pure joy in her
submission to Eve, so happy that she had been reunited with her.
She
wasn't feeling quite as stupid as before. She tended to lose track of
her thoughts due to the focus she placed on her mistress, but lately
she had been able to tone down the intensity.
Her
memories were accessible, but muted. Not intrusive, like they had
been before, but neatly categorized. Her past no longer bothered her,
because she was being useful. She had found her purpose.
She
rubbed her hand over her belly, marveling at the quick growth of her
child. She had spent a glorious month with Eve, fucking and drinking
her milk, restructuring her mind to better serve her keeper. It had
been a bit of a honeymoon, but nothing could last forever.
Eve
had finally been assigned new duties, and needed to go back to work.
MU2 had complained bitterly for a day or two, but had finally
accepted that this was the way things had to be. The Farm needed to
run, and she couldn't take up all of Eve's time.
She
consoled herself with the thought that Eve would always be waiting
for her after work. Waiting to play with her cow. And MU2 would be
there, loyal to the end.
"Ah,
here we are," declared Eve. "No more temporary housing,
MU2, this is the permanent home for your herd!"
There
was little to see initially as they stepped into the airlock. MU2
waited patiently, excitement mixed with trepidation. Her body
trembled. She hadn't seen the other cows in months. What if they
hated her?
"Don't
worry, cow," said her lover, reading her body language. "The
other cows have adapted well to their transformation and have become
a proper herd. You should have no problems with them."
The
door rolled open, revealing a multi leveled room with ladders and
ramps leading up and down. They were painted in pastel blues,
soothing colors. There was even a large spiral slide that led from
the top floor all the way to the bottom. It looked like a gigantic
playground.
MU2
marveled in wonder, suddenly eager to explore, but she still cowered
in her keeper's hand, feeling shy. She looked around nervously, but
there were no other cows in sight. They could be hiding in one of the
alcoves or behind the series of purple partitions.
"These
accommodations were built with fully transformed cows in mind,"
Eve explained, pointing out the different areas.
"At
ground level, there's a series of milking stalls. You have a choice
of single or communal milking, depending on your comfort level. On
the top floor are accommodations, beds, sofas, and an entertainment
area. The second floor has an exercise area with built in spa and
pool."
She
gestured to the far wall, where a glowing light marked a door. "If
you're not feeling up to the stairs or ladders, the lift is in the
far corner. What do you think?"
She
was thinking that it sounded amazing, but her anxiety increased when
she saw motion coming from the top floor. Curious faces peeked out
from the balcony, looking down on the two of them.
A
cheerful mooing sound echoed from the rafters, cow after cow jumping
into the spiral slide. They spun around and around as they dropped,
white and black mixed with brown and red.
MU2
drew back as they approached, but Eve held her strong, preventing her
from running. "Stop that," she ordered strongly. "They're
only curious."
The
cows had gotten uncomfortably close, running their hands over her
body in greeting. She jumped as the white cow took handfuls of her
breasts. "You're pretty," said the cow, lips curling. "But
can you produce more than me?"
She
lifted her own udder, showing off her voluminous assets. Her breasts
looked like they were made of porcelain, all of the pigment drained
from her skin. The surface was shiny, well oiled. The cow was taking
care of herself.
"I
won't take that bet," said the next cow. "None of us can
produce more than you can."
This
one's skin was colored brown with white spots. She flexed her arms in
a pose, thrusting her chest out. Her abs were tight, with a well
defined six pack. "But I bet you can't lift more than me!"
"Nobody
cares about that," said the cow with a red coloration, her
violet eyes spearing the muscled cow. "We all know you're
compensating for low production numbers."
"Ouch!"
the cow replied, acting shocked. "I possess intangible
attributes that my keeper finds irresistible!"
She
looked off into the distance, smiling at nothing in particular.
"Lys'antha'top is the best," she breathed. "She lets
me top her whenever I like."
Her
face reddened. "I hope none of you tell her that. I don't think
that's supposed to be common knowledge."
The
last cow sighed strongly, flashing the large tattoo of a cobra that
stretched vertically between her four breasts. "We're all cows
here," she declared, blinking at MU2. "Don't worry, your
secret is safe with us."
MU2
giggled at their banter, trying to match the cows with her memories.
"What are your names?" she asked, feeling a bit less
nervous.
The
four cows gathered in close, smiling at her. "I'm MU1, but you
can call me Daisy!" said the white cow.
She
pressed her soft udder into MU1's shoulder and gazed at MU2's chest.
"Look at those breasts," she declared. "They might
even be as big as mine!"
The
cow with the cobra tattoo cleared her throat. "I'm Natalia, but
I don't go by that name." She gazed into the distance, her mind
drifting. "Call me MU5, I left my old life behind to become a
cow."
She
shivered, her udder jiggling. "I feel so much better as a cow. I
don't ever want to go back. Put me into the stack. Milk me, use me."
MU2
sensed some unresolved issues, but she didn't press the cow. She was
certain that MU5 would open up if she gave her some time.
The
next cow in line had her arms folded. She gave MU2 a half wave of
acknowledgement. "Natalia is still recovering from her time in
the stack. She did another full shift earlier today and she's still a
little out of it."
She
thrust her hand out, and took MU2's, pumping it enthusiastically.
"Nice to see you again, MU2, I'm MU4, but Ashley is fine, too.
They used to laugh at my udder size, but that was before I
demonstrated that I could bench press my keeper."
She
shot her a wink, and MU2 withdrew her hand, impressed at the cow's
grip strength. She felt a faint fondness for this cow. She had
treated MU2 well during her initial days at the facility.
She
gave the cow a wan smile. "I bet you won't be bench pressing me
when I'm full of milk!"
She
noticed a speculative look in the cow's eyes and became worried.
"Please, don't volunteer to try it on me!"
She
turned to the last cow, feeling more self confident. This cow's
breasts had swelled up large, her udder filled with milk. The size
almost rivaled that of her own, but even so, she couldn’t measure
up to Daisy or her. She wasn't an Ultra.
"You
must be Iris," she said with a little trepidation, tentatively
reaching out her hand.
"I
don’t bite," declared the cow, gripping her hand softly. "I’m
not always moody! And you can call me MU3 if you want to. My mistress
likes that best." She blushed.
MU2
patted her on the shoulder. “I’m sure she does.”
MU2
was feeling unusual. It almost felt as though these cows were…
family?
She
was certain that had been the goal of the keepers all along, but
despite the blatant manipulation, she didn't really care. These other
cows had welcomed her and she was beginning to think that she might
like them.
Sensing
her change in mood, Eve squeezed her neck once more and let her go,
giving her a light shove into the crowd of babbling cows. "Go,
have fun!" she declared, waving at MU1 as she was swallowed by
four sets of hands. "I'll come fetch you after work."
MU1
quailed, but quickly settled into the group of friendly cows, her
tense shoulders relaxing. "You had better!"
Eve
chuckled, her hips swaying. "Wouldn't miss it!" Her voice
echoed out of the airlock as it rolled shut behind her.
“Now!”
declared Daisy, hefting her breasts. “Are you ready for a little
friendly competition?”
"I
hope you've been working on bulking up," declared Iris, turning
to lead them to a partition wall. "Or I might just run away with
the medal."
Daisy
laughed, flashing her teeth which were as white as her face. "If
you can beat me, I'll be legitimately amazed," she replied.
"These babies are locked and loaded."
She
pressed her hands against her nipples, milk trickling out without any
apparent effort on her part. They certainly did look almost full.
MU2
looked down at her own chest, which seemed small by comparison. She
had little hope of winning this competition due to the fun she had
just enjoyed with Eve. They had been spending a lot of time together,
their relationship growing at the same rate as her belly.
Eve
drained her breasts thoroughly, taking special care to ensure that
all of her precious fluids were extracted and saved in her personal
milk tank. The latest milestone had been when the depth gauge had
registered fifty gallons. At that point, she knew that she had truly
arrived.
Her
thoughts kept twisting back to Eve, obsessively thinking about their
next session together. She was honestly having a hard time
concentrating, and hoped that the competition would serve to distract
her racing thoughts.
Fortunately,
she didn't need to think, as Daisy took her by the arm, leading her
around a series of purple colored partitions arranged octagonally.
Her eyes brightened. "This is amazing!" she declared,
looking over the setup with delight.
Inside
the partition, six interlocked milking stations had been setup facing
each other. Once a cow had settled into a donut seat and leaned
forward, the suction cups could be attached to her breasts. The seats
were angled so that she could watch a display on the floor recording
her production, or share in camaraderie with the other cows. It was a
group milking station, built just for them.
She
twisted her lips. "Why are there six stations?" she asked,
confused.
"They
probably set this up before Kylie escaped," said Natalia in a
depressed tone, staring at the ground. "They didn't expect her
to be so successful. I didn't expect it, either," she muttered,
rubbing her fingers together.
"I
didn't expect anything. How could I have made a plan with
insufficient information?" Her eyes unfocused, staring deep into
the past.
"Ah,"
MU2 said brightly. There didn't appear to be a good response to that.
She
rushed over to the milking stations and took a seat, the plush
surface of the chair squeezing out to accommodate her significant
bulk. It felt fully natural, the gel-like surface cradling her
massive butt without any trouble.
She
turned her doe eyes to look at the other cows. She grinned, waving
the milking cups mounted to a central stand in the air. "Does
getting a head start count?"
Iris
snorted, violet eyes flashing. "Only if you know how to turn it
on!"
MU2
looked around, finding no buttons or switches on the shiny metal
surfaces of the milking stand. She shrugged, admitting defeat.
"Alright, then, what's next?"
Iris
hurdled the seat opposite her, pressing her ass into the cupped
surface. Her chair bounced up and down as it accommodated her bulk.
"You let your arms float freely," she suggested, her hands
pointing straight down.
Two
cylindrical tubes extended from the floor, stainless steel drums. She
pressed her hands inside and there came a clicking sound. Metallic
straps extended from the bottom of the chair, capturing her ankles
and securing them in place. She thrust her chest outwards, showing
off her red coloration.
Her
chest was large, as with all cows, her breasts ready and willing to
be pumped. She could see the tiniest trickle of milk escaping from
one of her top breasts, the droplet descending an inch and halting,
stark white contrasting against the dark background of her breast.
MU2
immediately floated away into her memories, but these weren't
painful. Her time with Eve has exorcised the worst of her guilt and
flashbacks, replacing them with endless montages of sucking and
fucking. She could almost feel her lips squeezing around Eve's
luscious breasts!
She
blinked, the mental image vanishing. She touched her lip to convince
herself it wasn't real, her tongue laving the roof of her mouth as
she swallowed heavily.
"Are
you all right?" asked Daisy, peering at her with concern.
The
other cows had taken their stations, strapped down into their chairs,
ready for milking. She was the only odd cow out. "Yes, of
course," she mumbled. "Just remembering some happy times
with Eve," she said with more gusto.
Iris
nodded at her. "Heather is a strict mistress," she said,
her eyes going blank. "But I love nothing more than to serve
her. To lick her. To drink of her. To be fucked by her. I am her
cow." She mooed.
The
rest of the cows joined her in agreement. MU2 found herself mooing by
rote. It was satisfying to be together with them. To be in a group
where everyone thought the same. Her herd.
She
slipped her hands into the cylinders that had risen to her shoulder
height, the locks clicking in place to ensure she was in the correct
position to be milked. Her feet were pulled back into the seat,
straps rolling around her ankles until she was properly secured. Her
chest thrust outwards, presenting the large globes to the automated
milking machine.
"Okay,
here are the rules," declared Ashley. With Natalia in no state
to run anything, the muscle bound cow's natural authority had
asserted itself.
"I
turn on the suction. You get to drink as much as you want for five
minutes while you're getting pumped. We wait another five minutes,
then turn off the pumps and compare the results. Simple, right?"
"Simple,"
repeated MU2, looking at her dubiously. "So, how do we begin?"
"Program:
Milkmaid," declared Ashley. "It's voice activated,"
she said to MU2, smirking.
MU2
nodded, wondering what other programs were built into the machine.
How many ways were there to milk a cow, really?
The
suction cups she had been fondling earlier had taken on a life of
their own, turning and raising in midair on their snake-like metallic
tubing. They snapped forward, hissing as the suction popped the
plastic domes onto her breasts.
She
moaned, smiling at the familiar presence. She was going to get milked
again! No matter how often it occurred, she always felt a thrill when
the cups went on and the tugging at her nipples began. There was a
certain comfort in knowing that she was going to be taken care of, to
be milked. That her body was valuable and that she produced a desired
product. That, irrespective of anything else she did, she would
always be wanted.
She
relaxed in bliss for a moment, interrupted by a hard prodding
sensation at her snatch. A thick, lubricated dildo slid smoothly into
her, the pressure rocketing up her vagina. Her ankles locked into
place, she could do little but make a surprised noise.
She
should have expected its presence, but a little warning would have
been nice! It began to vibrate, sending a pleasant hum of pleasure
throughout her privates.
"I'm
ahead!" declared Iris with glee, peering down at a brightly lit
screen built into the floor.
Each
of them had a duplicate display showing their current and predicted
production numbers in a bar chart, updated in real time as the milk
was extracted from their udders.
A
bright red line was pushing upwards. Iris was indeed ahead, but
looking around, she noticed that Daisy had only begun to express her
milk. Her eyes were heavily lidded as she sighed, her flesh
distending into the milking cup. Milk gushed out like a river,
choking the extraction tubing.
MU2
frowned, realizing that her body wasn't responding despite the
simulation. There just wasn't enough milk left in her system to
support the demands the milking machine was making of her!
A
plastic tube nudged the side of her head and she realized that she
had made a tactical mistake. Knowing that her milk reserves were low,
she should have been drinking as much as she could to give her body
the fuel it needed to convert and pump out more precious milk.
She
intended to correct that mistake as soon as possible. She tilted her
head and wrapped her lips around the tube, sucking at it in
desperation. She was rewarded with the warmth of free flowing milk,
the pleasant taste washing over the back of her throat.
She
clamped her teeth around the tube to prevent it from popping out and
looked downwards, determined to at least be competitive in the race.
The other cows had done likewise, Natalia squeezing her eyes shut as
she sucked voraciously.
Ashley
gave her a wink, sipping at her straw languidly. She must know that
she didn't stand much chance of winning, and wasn't even seriously
trying to win. MU2 sucked harder, hoping to catch up with the rest.
If she couldn’t beat Ashley, she’d be humiliated!
She
glanced down at the stats, tallying them up. Iris had jumped out
ahead with a quick lead, her numbers impressive for a non Ultra cow.
Natalia was close behind, her experience in the stack serving her
well. Daisy was quickly closing the gap, however, her larger frame
and well developed breasts settling into their stride.
Ashley
was last, as she had expected, but what she hadn't expected was that
she had only barely surpassed the other cow. She jerked at her
feeding tube, willing the milk to travel faster down her throat.
She
could feel her body responding, but she began to despair. It was too
slow, too slow! A trickle began to form at her teats, exploding into
a gusher. She hummed along with the thrum of the milkers, pushing her
chest out in encouragement.
A
bell chimed, the leading number declaring that Iris had reached a
half gallon. Her eyes bulged. Impressive numbers for a cow with such
a petite frame!
But
it couldn't last. Even with all she could do, Daisy was rapidly
catching up. Natalia was the first to fall. She hung her head as
Daisy's numbers climbed past her stats, spitting out the tubing when
the timer chimed.
"Drinking
time is up!" declared Ashley, the tubes withdrawing into the
ceiling.
MU2
took one last pull from her tube before it was yanked from her mouth,
a thin spray of milk splattering over the equipment. She set her
mouth grimly, determined to put on a good show.
She
watched her stats carefully, willing her numbers to grow. She could
feel the milk being extracted from her nipples, the warm flow rushing
down the tubing.
Her
whole body was vibrating, in tune with the suction on her chest and
the dildo between her thighs. She blinked, the vibration making it
difficult to follow the chart. She blinked again when her bar on the
chart grew, and smiled. She was catching up!
Iris
had reached one gallon, with Daisy only a sliver behind. MU2 grunted
when she realized that she had swapped places with Natalia, who was
gasping for breath, her ocher color becoming even redder.
If
only she could hold out a little bit longer! She squirmed, watching
the chart carefully. The pumps were working hard, but the milk was
becoming thinner. The trickles were drying up, the remaining milk
sucked away into the system. There was no more to be had!
She
mooed desperately, but knew it wasn't going to be enough to beat
Daisy. Indeed, that cow’s bar on the chart was still growing, by
the smallest amount. She had almost tied with Iris!
"Program:
Quick Release!" shouted Iris, moaning as her milk began to dry
up as well.
MU2's
eyes bugged out of her head as the dildo inside her vagina began to
churn, buzzing and spinning like an electric generator. Her thighs
clenched around the intruder, the sudden stimulation taking her by
surprise.
Locked
to the seat, she was unable to escape as the dildo tortured the first
orgasm out of her. Her whole body vibrated and she wheezed, tears
dripping from her eyes, but the mechanical intruder continued to
escalate.
She
could see the others were having similar issues, their bodies
spasming as the robotic program ran its course. Iris was making cute
yipping sounds, Daisy grunting as she bore down hard.
Natalia
made no motion at all, her glassy eyes dreamy as she rested against
the rubber intruder, a dumb smile on her face. Ashley seemed the most
rational, her pelvic muscles flexing in time to the bouncing dildo.
Wet
lubrication leaked from their vulvas, draining into the chair, which
had a circular trench and drain built in to accommodate their
excretions. A trench for their lube.
She
giggled as her ass spasmed, brought to new heights by the endless
mechanical motion. It was getting to be too much for her to handle.
Her
mouth dropped open wide and she began to moo, a low sound
broadcasting her pleasure to the others. The whole room vibrated, the
sound of their mooing echoing from the partition walls.
Her
vision whited out for a moment, as the pleasure spiked, sending her
to an unexpected peak. It was at its most unbearable when the devices
suddenly shut down. Their absence didn't stop the course of her
orgasm, her body rocking as it writhed, expressing the unbelievable
pleasure.
After
such intensity, the lack of stimulation was amazing. For the first
time, she felt as if she had experienced enough. It had only lasted a
moment, but the bright spot of pleasure had been burned into her mind
forever.
She
breathed hard, her pussy tingling in the aftermath. She wasn't
certain whether she wanted to experience anything like that again any
time soon.
Ashley
frowned, peering at Iris. "What the hell was that? That felt
amazing!"
"I
was afraid Daisy might win," admitted Iris. "That's why I
did my research."
She
smiled secretly. "I read the manual. That jackhammer vibration
is calibrated at the specific frequency to ensure that a cow will
have a proper orgasm while milking. It's commonly used as a method of
reward for good cows." She winked at MU2. "Good cow."
"You
know this means you're disqualified," choked out Ashley, face
red from her induced orgasm.
"Yes,"
replied Iris. "But what other cow can say they've beat an Ultra
in a milking competition? I'll be the talk of The Farm for weeks!"
She clenched her lips together, doing her best to hide a wide smile.
"Do you really want it to get out that I was able to hold on
longer than you without orgasming?"
MU2
suddenly laughed. "You know what, let's not disqualify her.
Let's tell everyone she won fair and square. That's sure to put a few
noses out of joint. They might even try to replicate the success
they're having with Iris and create more high production cows."
She
massaged her breasts and groaned. "A win-win in my book."
Ashley
rose from her milking bench. "Fine, it's done. Iris is the
winner, despite her dirty tricks. Daisy comes in next due to her
voluptuous breasts, Natalia third due to her experience in the
stacks, Morgan fourth because she was completely drained before
coming here… "
"...
call me MU2, please," interrupted MU2, beaming her a large
smile.
"MU2,
then," continued Ashley without pausing. "And finally, me.
I'm last, because I've been working out the wrong muscles."
She
flexed, exposing her enormous biceps. The muscles were almost as
large as one of her breasts. Her impressive figure would have been a
bit frightening if she hadn't known the other cow's kind temperament.
She was a bit of a freak, but the rest of them were too, so she fit
right in.
MU2
sighed and regretfully stood up from her bench, the dual dildos
slurping as they slipped from her snatch. She grabbed a towel from a
rack that had been attached to the partition wall, cleaning off her
juices.
She
grabbed a few more towels and tossed them to the others. She grinned.
"Let's do this again when we're all at full capacity and find
out who wins then."
She
flexed her chest muscles, thrusting out her gigantic breasts. They
wobbled to and fro as she gave a little hop.
"You're
on," replied Iris, wiping the excess milk off one of her nipples
and tasting it, eyes fluttering as the flavor rippled over her
tongue. "It's a good thing alien milk tastes even better than
this, or I'd be drinking all of my own milk," she declared.
MU2
grunted. She tended to agree. Nothing beat drinking fresh spurts of
milk straight from her keeper's chest. Nothing.
She
longed to kneel once more and attach her lips to her keeper's teats,
taking a long pull and tasting the thick paste as it traveled down
her throat. Her body was an efficient processing engine, multiplying
the volume of milk from her mistress at least four times, making it
safe for her alien lover to drink.
She
knew her milk was being used to ensure the growth and safety of
others in her mistress' family line, and she rejoiced that she was
such a useful cow. She briefly touched her swollen belly. Bringing
new life into the world and sustaining the aliens. That was her
purpose now. She was a useful cow.
The
noise of the airlock cycling interrupted her reverie. Natalia paused,
frowning. "Five. There are five of us. Five happy cows already
here."
MU2
understood what she meant. They weren't expecting anyone else. They
were coming up on a rest cycle, which meant none of the keepers
should be coming to visit, either. Who could it possibly be?
A
keeper stepped through the hatch, her hand wrapped protectively
around a cow's neck. The cow must have spent some time in the stacks,
for her breasts looked sore and her belly was gravid.
None
of the cows in her herd tried to hide their naked bodies; they had
all spent sufficient time as cows to banish any form of self
consciousness.
Daisy’s
eyes widened. "Nora?" she asked. "What are you doing
here with another cow?" Her tone of voice made her sound vaguely
wounded.
"I'm
just returning a missing animal," she declared. "I was
asked to bring her here because she belongs to your herd!"
MU2
looked at the new arrival closely, but shrugged. Her first impression
hadn’t changed with a second glance. She looked like a standard
filter cow, fresh off the stacks. She was pregnant, but not nearly as
far along as Natalia or her. The scattering of black and white spots
over her face and body made it difficult to discern her original body
shape, and in all other ways she appeared to be an unremarkable cow.
Natalia
was the first to figure it out. She ran up to the other cow, light on
her feet with excitement. She sniffed the cow's hair and patted her
belly, seizing her arm. "It's Kylie!" she declared, pulling
the cow in for a strong hug.
The
other cows mooed with amazement, moving in close to the new arrival
to verify her identity. MU2 hung back, concerned by her presence. Her
last encounter with the cow hadn't gone well.
Daisy
noticed her reticence and took her by the arm, pulling her into the
group. “Don’t be shy, you’re part of the herd!” She winked at
her.
MU2
felt a little shaky, but she smiled back at her wanly. “She
threatened to beat me up when I wouldn’t leave on the ship with
her.”
“She’s
harmless now,” interjected Nora. “She’s spent some time in the
stacks to help her mind adjust to her new situation. She needed some
help to get over her milk madness. Almost crashed that ship she stole
into one of the orbital security stations before she was picked up by
the defense force.”
"Mmilk,
Mmilk, Mmilk, I need milking," Kylie declared, licking her lips.
A bright smile was fixed to her mottled face, as if it were a rubbery
mask.
“See?”
declared Nora. “She’s not capable of violent thoughts.” She
squeezed Kylie’s neck a final time and let her go.
Kylie
folded into Natalia’s arms with a dazed smile. Natalia held her
close, rubbing her hands over her shoulders and cooing.
“Say,
Nora, when are you going to drop into the gym again?” Ashley flexed
her biceps. “We’ve been missing you!”
Nora
blanched. “If you want me to do more side presses, I still have a
crick in my neck from last time. Besides, wasn’t Nina complaining
about her hips after you made her do all those squats?”
“Pain
is just weakness leaving the body!” declared Ashley, turning to one
side and flexing her biceps.
Nora
held up her hands and backed out. “I’ll have to pass. Maybe
later. I have lots of paperwork to do. That’s it. Paperwork.”
Daisy
frowned. “Be sure to hurry back!”
Nora
gave them a wave and left, leaving them alone with the new filter
cow. Natalia rocked the cow back and forth in her arms, whispering
comforting nothings into her ear.
The
other cows crowded in close, Daisy tugging MU2 in with them. “Do
you really think she needs to be milked?” asked Iris, groping at
her udder.
A
small spurt of milk dribbled from her nipples, the white substance
rolling over the black splotches that decorated the cow’s breasts.
“It doesn’t look like it would hurt. Bring her,” declared
Ashley.
Kylie
smiled, an all encompassing grin. “MU6 loves you,” she declared.
“I love you all.”
She
stood up, suddenly finding a reserve of strength, spreading her arms
wide. “MU6 wants hugs!”
They
obliged her, moving into her embrace in a six way hug, a sisterhood
of cows. Their udders pressed against each other, the soft flesh
deforming as their nipples slid together.
MU2
smiled and relaxed into the shared embrace. She felt included, at
home with these cows. As cows, they were all equals. They were a
herd.
These
used to be bad people, but they had been transformed. They were not
bad people any more. They were cows. She mooed.
***
She
had been milked for what might have been hours. Her eyes felt dry
from all the staring, an unfortunate side effect of using the milkers
in front of the hypnotic screen. Nude, sexy woman sucked each other
off, rubbing their bodies against each other as they cooed their
pleasure. It was a blatant display to increase her milk production,
and she had to admit that it worked.
Her
teeth gritted against the bulbous gag in her mouth, squeezing the
feeding tube to extract another pull of milk. The gag was strapped
into place, a rubber half mask wrapping around the back of her head.
She leaned forward, supported by a webbing of leather straps hanging
from the ceiling. Her breasts were stuck through the gaps, the large
bulk of the milker attached below.
She
could rock forward and back, swinging softly as she gripped onto the
front of the webbing. Milk dribbled into her mask from the tubing
extending above.
If
she focused, she could see her body through the mirror-like display,
a porcelain white cow with black spots. Her skin had taken on a
healthy sheen, her breasts expanding even further to the extent that
it took effort for her to get around on her own. This was okay. She
was a cow.
A
stirring in her vagina made her jolt, a new spurt of milk flowing
into the eternally sucking milk cups. A sex harness hung from her
waist, tubing extending from her rear off to the nearby machine which
regulated her arousal levels for best milk production.
The
machines were in control of the sucking and fucking. All she needed
to do was drink. So she did. Another pull of the sweet mixture and
she was in heaven. Her body had gotten used to the process, the milk
flowing through her and being transformed into a delicious liquor in
no time at all. The milk spurted from her breasts almost as fast as
she could feed. She was a high production cow.
To
her left and right were more harnesses, and more cows. They were all
being milked together.
The
cow on her left was pure white, the light scattering from her oiled
skin. The one on her right was brown with white spots, shining
similarly. Her dull eyes flicked back to her own body, admiring the
oily shine of her own skin. Their flat chests glimmered as they
flexed, stocky legs supporting their humongous chests.
All
of them had tattoos right above their mons. She had protested when
her keeper had taken her to be inked, but now she rejoiced in the
pattern. The red heart and vines had marked her indelibly as her
keeper’s property. Her cow. She was sure the others felt the same.
She
didn’t recognize the other cows, but while being milked it was too
hard to think. She could only feel what was being done to her. The
cock that vibrated in her snatch. The buzz at her breasts. The
bulbous rubber gag in her mouth.
Nothing
more was required to make her obey. She didn’t need to be strapped
into place to be milked. There was no thought of escape. The Farm
owned her. The Farm took care of her. She owed them. She would
produce her best milk for them.
Her
eyes unfocused again, passively viewing a woman being reamed by a
massive strap on. She idly wished her mistress would come and service
her.
She
had changed so much since her original arrival at The Farm. Her past
sins and worries seemed so far away while she was being milked. The
bad memories hadn’t gone away, but they were no longer intrusive.
They had been replaced with happy, small moments she had shared with
her keeper.
Nighttime
kisses, gentle fucking. Sharing their milk with each other. That was
her duty now. Her way of making amends. As her punishment, she would
make new life for The Farm.
This
could not, of course, replace the lives she had taken, but it was her
new sense of purpose. Her calling. She was a useful cow.
Soft,
shuffling sounds infiltrated from outside, muffled by the headphones
clamped around her ears. Hissing voices spoke in her head,
reinforcing the truths she had already accepted. She was a cow on the
line. She would be milked.
She
took another pull from the drink tube and began to settle back into
the rhythm, her mind starting to wander. She had almost achieved the
mindless state of milk arousal again when the system shut off. The
vibration on her breasts and in her loins ceased, the hypnotic
display becoming a simple mirror.
She
mooed in protest. She was feeling good, and had hoped to achieve
another orgasm. The headphones were lifted from her head and her eyes
widened.
Several
dark figures stepped forward, standing next to their cows. “How are
you getting along, cow?” The voice was gentle, almost motherly.
MU2’s
eyes widened and she mooed with joy. It was her keeper! She wagged
her butt back and forth, excited at her presence. What sort of fun
did she have planned? She couldn’t wait!
Eve
was dressed in a red catsuit, a latex belt cinched around her waist
with a metal ring over her snatch. The nipple flaps were popped open
to reveal her turgid breasts. MU2’s eyes fixed on the purple flesh,
her lips working unconsciously. She badly wanted to slip her lips
around her mistress’ nipples and suckle at them like a baby.
Her
keeper undid the buckles on her harness and slipped the dildos out of
her snatch and butt. “It looks like you’ve been having fun!”
Eve
slapped her ass. “No, don’t move, stay there. We’re not done
yet.”
Not
done yet? What did her keeper intend? She waited patiently, watching
as Eve moved to put away her sex harness. She knelt, opening the
equipment box, returning with a different harness.
MU2’s
slow mind was still able to recognize a milking harness, but this one
had two breast cups. At their bases were rubber gaskets, overlaid
with thick, circular rubber. Eve placed the cups over her breasts,
sliding latex straps over her shoulders. Once she had secured the
harness at her back, the latex stretched taut, holding the breast
cups in place. She hummed as she adjusted the shoulder straps, moving
the cups into the proper position.
MU2
wanted to focus on her mistress, but her mind was wandering again.
Her brain was clearing. She glanced at the cows in the harnesses next
to her, recognizing Nina and Nora, who were attending MU4 and MU1.
There were more cows and keepers beyond her limited vision.
They,
too, were attaching harnesses to their chests. All of the cows were
being processed in the same way.
“One
final addition,” Eve announced, retrieving a black, rubber toy from
the equipment box. It was short and squat, an obscene black penis.
“Your
last pregnancy was so successful, your herd has been authorized for
another breeding. That means we get to fuck you until you’re
pregnant again.” She brushed her hand up and down the thick, black
cock, lifting it next to her face and giving the tip a lick.
She
pulled the harness away from her waist, pressing the forward half
through the metal retaining ring. She unzipped her crotch and stuck
the bulbous knob at the other end of the dildo inside her, her legs
shaking as she grinned.
“Fertility
increases when you drink your keeper’s milk,” she declared,
hefting one of her breasts under the breast cups. “So while I fuck
you, you’re going to drink my output.”
She
deftly retrieved additional lines from the milker and attached them
to ports on the ends of her breast cups. “My milk will flow through
the lines up into the ceiling, which will then travel down into your
gagged mouth. Take my milk and my thick cock as a gift and give me a
beautiful child.”
MU2
shook in delight. Her dreams were coming true. She was going to be
used by her mistress. She was a milk slave!
She
presented her ass to her mistress, leaning forward to give her
access. The gag prevented her from begging, but she was capable of a
low, continuous moan.
The
suction began again, her breasts vibrating as the cups tugged at her
nipples. She knew that this meant her mistress was being milked, too.
They were both being milked, but she was the cow.
She
watched her mistress closely through the mirror, a grin spreading
beneath her mask as the telltale white liquid sped down the plastic
tubing. She took a pull at her gag, waiting patiently for the milk to
flow.
She
didn’t have long to wait. The first taste of her mistress’ milk
coincided with the nudge of her cock at entrance to MU2’s pussy.
MU2 flopped into the harness like a rag doll, taking her mistress’
length with ease. The sex harness had left her snatch lubricated, an
open hole for her mistress to take.
Eve
pressed inside her, gentle at first, but commanding. Unlike other
keepers, Eve would never mistreat her. She trusted her mistress
utterly, but she was taking too long.
She
lurched backwards, forcing the dildo up inside her abruptly, making
an amused sound as mistress slapped her ass.
“Eager,
are we, cow? You want to be bred?”
Yes,
she did. But only if it was done by Eve. Her emotional connection to
her keeper enhanced her pleasure, her vagina flowering open for her
mistress’ tool.
She
almost choked, gargling her mistress’ milk as she drank as fast as
possible. She wanted more. More of everything. More of fucking, more
of milking, more of being a cow. Her mistress would give it to her.
Mistress
rocked back and forth, the friction from the dildo catching at the
sides of her wet tunnel, causing spikes of pleasure to rocket
straights to her tits. Milk gushed from her udder, the tingling
sensation sparking an immediate orgasm.
The
orgasm lingered, building upon itself to become a body crushing
paroxysm of pleasure, her keeper thrusting over and over. She was a
captive cow, meat for her keeper to use. To impregnate. At her
pleasure.
Through
the mirror she could see Ashley and Daisy being fucked by their
keepers, too, their harnesses rocking as they moaned their pleasure.
Seeing the hard dildos spearing their snatches only increased her own
arousal.
They
were being milked and serviced together as a herd, as it should be.
She would become pregnant again and increase her milk production.
They would start a family together. A family of cows. She mooed with
excitement.
She
bucked her hips, taking a long pull of her mistress’ milk as the
cock exploded inside her. The dildo pulsed as the semen was pumped
into her, her muscles squeezing around the hard rubber.
Eve
continued to thrust, driving MU2 mad with pleasure. Her moan was a
continuous cry, liquid expelling from her snatch and running down her
thighs. Her mistress had bred her! She was so happy!
Eventually,
the dildo ran out of ejaculate, and Eve withdrew slowly, drawing out
the tingle of pleasure. She slapped MU2’s ass. “Do you think
we’re done? Not at all, I have to make sure it takes.”
Eve
stepped in close, and reached out under MU2’s chest. MU2 rocked as
each breast cup was popped from her sensitive nipples. Eve worked at
the mask on the back of MU2’s head, withdrawing the feeding tube.
“I want to feel your body on mine. Help me with this.”
MU2
stood, her back aching. It was a good ache.
She
turned to help her keeper remove the dual breast pumps from her own
breasts. Her fingers fumbled, betraying her eagerness. Finally, they
were free, two glistening globes of neon green flesh shining like
beacons.
Everything
she wanted came down to this. To her keeper, her mistress, her lover.
The alien that had saved her.
“I
love you, mistress,” declared the cow.
“I
know,” replied her keeper, thrusting her thick cock deep into her
cow’s pussy.
They
kissed, mashing their milky breasts together.
End Atonement
