Chapter Four - Training
Courtney sat next to the pond, her eyes closed and legs extended, hooves jammed into the ground next to her thighs. The way the cool breeze played over her braided hair felt nice, the long length draped down her naked back.
It was a reminder of a task she was no longer capable of doing herself, like so many others. Decisions on what to wear and where to go used to fill her daily life, and now she didn't need to think about any of that at all.
If she looked at it objectively, there really wasn’t much to think about here, beyond the faint escape plans she kept alive in the back of her mind. The idea sounded more preposterous with each passing day, however, given the strict surveillance and the number of guards.
She had spent a week observing their routine, coming to the conclusion that while they weren't always visible, they were always watching.
When the brown cow had gotten herself stuck in the fence, a group of guards had boiled out of a shack just beyond the gate, arriving to assist within a matter of minutes.
There were cameras covering every angle, which meant that her only opportunity for freedom would require a distraction or a disguise, neither of which she had access to.
The other cows were nice enough, but trying to explain such concepts to them was a losing battle. They didn't appear to have the mental capacity to put one of her plans into action, even if she could make them understand.
Worse, she could tell that she wasn't immune to the general malaise that had seized them. It was just easier to sit around and enjoy the fine weather, with nothing at all going on in her mind.
She wasn't certain whether to blame this on the drugs they kept injecting, the training regimen, or the milking sessions. She shivered at the feeling of fullness in her breasts, a warning that she was soon due another session.
Once they guided her into the milking frame and put on the visor and headphones, she was already in another world. The last time, she had barely even noticed when the milking cups and pleasure belt were attached, succumbing to the pleasure without any instructions at all.
They knew what they were doing, dammit! With each session, she could feel her mind slipping further away. She would have to make a break for it soon, or she might not make it out at all!
Sighing, she pushed away her fears, trying to organize her thoughts. How long had she been here now?
It couldn't have been much more than a month, but it was becoming increasingly hard to tell. She left surreptitious scratches around the pasture to mark the days, but sometimes she was corralled inside for extended periods of time.
If she went by her record, it had been about three weeks, but she suspected that it had been quite a bit longer. In that time, her front leg had healed, allowing her to start training with the others.
Her body had become sleeker, more muscular, and her coloration had darkened, leaving her with black blotches on her skin. It wasn't a stretch to say that she looked like a holstein, and she rather felt like one, too.
Her udders had stretched, becoming fuller, swollen with milk. They were much more sensitive, which was why she grimaced when an inquisitive nose pressed into her nipple.
Frowning, she popped her eyes open, already knowing what she would see. Sure enough, Prancer was sitting there, her tongue hanging out in a cheeky manner, huge breasts squeezed between her front legs.
Courtney's thick lips parted, a sharp moo escaping her throat. The other cow looked up, amusement dancing in her dull eyes. She didn't look apologetic at all.
Wrinkling her nose, she leaned forward, placing her front legs in front of her swollen udders to block off her nipples. Prancer batted her eyes, tilting her head down in a coy invitation.
Courtney was about to sniff and turn away, but the telltale lumbering noise of a group of curious cows was approaching from her left.
They were led by the one she had dubbed ‘Brown Missy,’ her massive udders swaying as she approached with bovine grace. Trundling up to Courtney, she collapsed onto her belly, setting her head on Courtney's shoulder.
Courtney rolled her eyes, as she knew what the other cow wanted from her. Pursing her lips, she snorted, the ring rattling in her nostrils.
In response, the brown cow gave her a short moo, jutting out her tongue to lick at Courtney’s neck. The other cows rambled closer, gathering around Prancer, their udders hanging within her field of view.
Prancer raised her eyebrows, her mouth sliding into a leer. Brown Missy pressed her chin deeper into Courtney's neck until she sighed, giving in with a sharp moo.
Leaning forward, she used her front legs as leverage to swing her ass out high into the air. Balanced on all fours, she watched the ground, waiting patiently for the greedy cows to slide into position.
Prancer and Brown Missy were soon under her drooping breasts, their horns tangling with a soft click. They mooed in amusement, dark eyes twinkling. Jostling together, their lips stretched out to seize hold of her nipples, followed by a pair of needy tongues.
She took in a deep breath, her front legs trembling as the cows set to work, tongues laving over her nipples. It felt nothing like being worked over by the pumps, but it was almost as good.
As they licked and sucked, the pressure peaked, followed by a trickle of milk as her udders began to drain. She shuddered with pleasure, rolling her eyes and mooing heavily as the cows drank down whatever she could produce.
They became more aggressive, tugging at her teats with their teeth. Her nipples were on fire, gushing in streams. She was being milked by them, feeding them with her own sweet fluid! Oh, that felt amazing!
Mooing with pleasure, she enjoyed the strange orgasm triggered by her nipples, her body shaking like a leaf. The cows noticed the change in her demeanor and backed off, licking her softly to reduce the stimulation.
It was almost as good as being in the machine, locked up and forcibly milked. If she closed her eyes, she could imagine what it felt like. If only she had something thick and hard crammed into her hot, wet pussy, splitting her open!
The honk of a horn broke her out of her reverie, a flush of shame rushing through her body. The Doctor had suggested that this might happen to her, and she was right. That didn't mean she had to like the fact that she was becoming a cowslut, just like they wanted!
There was no time for further ruminations. The other cows had rolled out from under her, taking up positions on either side.
When Prancer noticed her gaze, her eyes hooded, lip curling into a leer. She knew that the favor they had granted was expected to be repaid.
Courtney turned away, pawing at the ground. Yeah, yeah. It wouldn't even be that bad, except for the fact that it made her feel less human every time she sucked down the milk from one of the other cows.
Their attention had turned back to the fence, where the gate was being opened. A line of workers wearing orange rubber suits were stationed on one side, the Doctor in red standing at the end to observe the action.
Much like at feeding time, the cows pressed up against each other in their eagerness to approach the opening, but Courtney hung back. Prancer gave her a moo, but didn't wait for her, ass wagging in the air as she stacked up with the others.
Pursing her lips, Courtney got up on her legs, taking the same pose as the others. It felt weird to walk around in this fashion, but due to the angle of her hooves, it seemed to work better than standing up like a human.
She could still do it if she tried, but the other cows didn't seem to bother, and she didn't want to stand out. The last time she had attempted an escape had ended with more electric shocks and nasty bruises.
It was better to fit in, to mimic the other cows as much as possible, until she found the opportunity she was looking for. Shuffling up to the crowd, she mooed, watching the workers critically.
They were busy applying a halter to the cow in front, a large woman with muscled thighs and massive udders. Once the bar gag was set in her mouth, a leash was attached to her neck, and she was led away, fat ass wobbling.
Courtney knew what this was about, and her mind raced. They were being taken to be exercised. In theory, there should be mistakes in their operating procedures she could exploit, but so far she hadn’t found anything useful.
For the last week, they had been chained together and taken for walks around a dirt track, which meant that she was forced to go along with the herd.
Those sessions hadn't required nearly as many workers to oversee, so this must be something special. All she would have to do was find a way to distract her handler and she'd be able to escape!
To where, precisely, she didn't know, but at the very least, she would be able to do some scouting that would help her with future missions.
She grinned cynically to herself. She was starting to lose hope that she would ever be rescued, and the clock was ticking. With every day that passed, she was becoming more and more cowlike, accepting their training without protest.
It wasn't like she had much of a choice. If she laid around like a lazy slob, the other cows would come and bother her until she got up and played with them.
That was probably the whole point of having them grouped together as a herd. It enforced conformity, made their trainees want to be like each other to fit in.
She hated to admit it, but it was working just as they intended. Without Prancer and Brown Missy, she probably would have dragged her heels far more than she had. They were just so friendly, how could she deny their gentle nudges?
She watched as Brown Missy trotted up to one of the handlers, bowing her head submissively to be harnessed. Once the leather straps were placed around her head, she mooed through the gag, happily following the anonymous rubber worker down the dirt road.
Courtney lined up behind Prancer, watching the dust Brown Missy kicked up as she rounded the corner of the building. Excitement boiled in her chest. She had never been taken back there before, and she was eager to discover more of this place's secrets.
The farm appeared to be well established, possibly an old facility used for dairy cows before it had been repurposed to support the humanoid variety. The dirty exteriors certainly seemed to support that idea, though the construction was fairly modern.
She sighed as Prancer's leash rattled, the cow pausing to give her a baleful look before she trotted off. What could she have meant by that?
Was it a warning for her to stay out of trouble? Too bad. This place had brought it on itself when they had decided to kidnap her!
She mooed in a spirited fashion, sitting down on her ass as she waited for the next handler to approach. The colors on the worker’s visor spun wildly, her orange lips spread wide in a synthetic grin.
“I see that you are ready to be exercised, Show Girl,” said the attendant in a smooth voice. “Please, stay still.”
She approached with a mechanical stride, her hands filled with straps. Courtney grimaced, but allowed the handler to wrap them around her head, placing the rubber bar in her mouth.
She clamped down on it hard, eyes straining to watch the Doctor. Her arch nemesis was sitting nonchalantly against the hood of a UTV, red boots crossed.
It would be a mistake to think that she was bored, as her eyes watched them like hawks, her gloved fingers stroking a crop. Courtney shuddered, remembering what it had felt like to be whipped with that implement.
She tried to avoid bad behavior in front of the Doctor these days. Being punished publicly only distressed the other cows, and she wasn't gaining anything with her disobedience. It was much better to leave them guessing at her remaining resistance, to strike when they were least expecting it!
A thick rubber collar was wrapped around her neck, tall and stiff enough to lock her in one position. It wasn't terribly comfortable, and limited her field of view. It would make any attempt at escape even more difficult.
She knew that it had been coming, so she didn't curse her bad luck. It was all her fault, really - she had demonstrated in the past their need for more control.
She snorted as the handler patted the back of her neck, attaching a leash to the front. When she tugged on the line, Courtney leaned onto her legs and shuffled along behind, watching the woman’s winking ass cheeks, clearly visible through the skintight orange rubber.
As they passed the Doctor, Courtney gave her a glare. The Doctor noticed, returning it with a cruel smile, prodding her in the shoulder with the crop.
Courtney shuddered, feeling better as they rounded the corner, away from her oversight. Ambling along, she lifted her head, taking in the buildings.
There were a series of barns on her right, made out of corrugated steel, their door shutters closed up tight. A set of large tanks painted white sitting outside the closest barn suggested that this might be a milk processing center.
Who or what would use the milk they produced was rather a mystery. She doubted it tasted as good as cow's milk, though she could imagine it being used as a baby formula substitute.
The advertising campaign would almost write itself - wholesome, healthy, natural. They wouldn't be able to admit where they got it from, however, nor the fact that their producers were effectively slaves.
The other, darker possibility was that this was a breeding farm for the elites. The ultra rich were just as human as the rest of them, and their money allowed them to indulge in sexual fetishes and taboos far more easily than others.
Would they pay to have sex with humanoid cows and drink their milk? There was little doubt in her mind that they would.
She shuddered as they crossed an intersection, glancing right. Down past a barn, the road became paved, leading up to the driveway of a ranch house. The road continued past it, looping around to the right, headed for a steel wall further out.
She had seen the wall a few times, and it was rather worrisome. Unlike the paddock, it had been designed with stricter security measures in mind.
Vertical steel bars four times her height had been concreted into the ground, with cameras mounted on poles at regular intervals.
From here, she could catch a glimpse of a gatehouse controlling the road, a boom installed to prevent unauthorized entry. This place was more like a prison than a farm!
It must have been expensive to build, though she doubted that this level of security was consistent around the entire compound. There might be a back exit, or a gap caused by a waterway she could use. She just needed the opportunity to explore!
A tug at her collar made her realize that she had slowed, and she increased her pace to make the handler happy.
She mooed, hearing a reply from Prancer up ahead. That's right, she was a dumb cow, minding her own business. There was nothing for their handlers to worry about, she would obey their every command.
For now. Spreading her lips wide in a grin, she clamped her teeth around the gag, imagining what it would be like if her position was swapped with the Doctor’s.
What would she feel like to have her hands turned into useless hooves and her chest enhanced into sloshing melons? She might just break down in front of her, demanding severe punishment!
She visualized whipping the Doctor’s back until it was raw and bloody under that stupid rubber suit she wore. She wouldn't be so haughty then, now would she?
Courtney let the vision go, pleased at the way her body was moving. Her front leg wasn’t hurting at all now, and she had gotten in enough practice that she could move on autopilot. That was very helpful, as she could now use her mind for other things, like speculate about what the building up ahead was for.
There was a concrete ramp leading up to a door that had been propped open, the faint scent of chlorine hitting her nostrils. She frowned, watching as Brown Missy was led through with nary a concern, her ass lurching as she stepped on the door plate.
Courtney's eyes darted across the exterior of the building. It looked older than the other barns, built out of stained wooden planks. Pipes ran out the side, into a system of pumps and tanks, smaller than the ones she had seen on the other barn.
All of the evidence was adding up. This was a pool!
Suddenly eager, she took a few steps forward, stretching the leash. The handler held her back, giving the line a tug. “Hold on there, Show Girl. You have to wait your turn!”
Courtney mooed, but she subsided, allowing Prancer to mount the ramp in front of her. The other cow curved her head, giving Courtney a slight smirk, a twinkle sparkling in her dull eyes.
Yeah, yeah, enjoy it while you can, little raccoon! She'd get her comeuppance the next time Courtney had a chance to ravish those breasts of hers!
She gave the cow a scowl, but she couldn't be angry for long. There was something about Prancer that was both infuriating and disarming at the same time.
The attendant smacked her ass. “Move, cow, there's no time for dallying.”
Courtney mooed, annoyed at both herself and Prancer. She was getting far too distracted today. She needed to be focused!
She smelled more chlorine as she passed through the door, her hooves clopping on the concrete floor. She took in a deep breath and paused in astonishment at the breadth of the facility.
Off to her right was a large, rounded basin, where a group of cows seemed to be happily relaxing with towels perched on their heads.
She had never seen cows with their color patterns before, which indicated that the farm was much larger than she had anticipated.
Her stomach twisted at the thought. How many ladies would be kidnapped off the streets and twisted into brainless milkers?
The cows certainly didn't seem displeased by their current situation, however. In fact, they were rather enjoying their relaxing soak.
They snorted as a loud, excited moo echoed from the rear of the barn, one of them sinking a little deeper, her ears fluttering.
Courtney looked up in time to spot a cow shooting out of a red tube, her legs flailing as she splashed into a deep pool.
She scanned the tube upwards, her eyes moving over loop after loop, until she spotted the staircase in the rear where more cows were awaiting their turn. This place was like an indoor water park!
A sudden excitement burned in her chest, her legs trembling. She had been corralled with the others for so long, she had thought that she would never experience this kind of pure fun ever again!
Licking the spit off her gag, she tempered her eagerness. It wouldn't be a good idea to let them see that she wanted to join those cows, or they might use it against her.
Sighing, she brought her attention back to the cows in front of her. Prancer was standing on a blue tiled floor, the surface faded, but clean, leading up to the edge of a narrow pool. A set of stairs led down into the churning blue surface, where Brown Missy had just leaped in.
An attendant led Brown Missy down the pool with a long leash, giving it a tug whenever the cow slowed down. It soon became obvious that she was starting to struggle, however, her hooves churning without providing any momentum.
Her head rose above the water, and she began to panic, her eyes going wide. Courtney lunged forward, mooing herself. Couldn't they see that they were going to drown her?
The handler held her back with a tight grip, wrapping the end of her leash loosely around a hook mounted to the wall. “Calm down, Show Girl, I will go assist. It is not unusual for her to struggle.”
Her handler strode over to a locker, cracking it open and reaching inside. Pulling out a shiny bundle, she moved over to the pool with an urgent step, tossing it over the railing while holding onto an attached line.
Courtney's surprised brain registered the crushed cans as they hit the water, creating a sudden clatter. Brown Missy was spooked, and the cow started paddling, desperate to escape the sudden noise.
The cans were dragged to the side of the pool, banging against the concrete lip. As the cow paddled along, the cans were moved up behind her, motivating her to keep moving.
Courtney frowned. It was a rather crude stimulus, and she was surprised that it had worked. Only someone with low intelligence would be afraid of soda cans banging together.
Oh, right. She had forgotten who she was dealing with here.
In her time at the farm, the other cows had only demonstrated a crude intelligence, though sometimes a flash of something more appeared. It was a byproduct of the training, she was sure, since it was becoming more and more difficult to think of her arms as anything other than legs.
It was very annoying, and she meant to do something about it. Now!
Watching her attendant with a wary eye, she confirmed that the woman was still busy with the recalcitrant cow. She had failed to secure Courtney’s leash tightly, and she still had the use of her mouth. This was her chance!
Sidling up to the wall, she took the end of the leash in her teeth, turning her head in a figure eight to pull it free. Keeping her jaw clenched to keep it from dropping to the floor, she took a quick look at the proceedings.
Brown Missy was halfway down the pool, the cans still making a racket. Prancer was being led by her attendant to the start of the pool, her large breasts bobbing.
The cow’s head curved around, wide eyes taking in Courtney with the leash in her mouth. Courtney held her breath, wondering if she was about to be given up.
Instead, there was a twinkle in the cow's eyes, her lips curving into a secret smile. She paused at the pool stairs, her hoof resting on the edge.
When the clanking of the cans came again, she jerked away from her handler, forcing the rubber clad woman off balance. She hissed and tried to regain control, but with a sudden sway of her ass, Prancer smashed into the woman's legs, neatly tossing her into the pool.
Courtney whirled about, knowing that this was her best opportunity to escape. In all the confusion, it would take them some time to realize that she was missing!
On tenterhooks, she ignored the cacophony going on behind her, moderating her speed to avoid making too much noise.
It probably didn't matter too much with everyone looking at the pool, but if she kept up an unhurried pace, it wouldn't take long for her to get to the open door, stepping through into the bright sunshine and clean air.
There. She grinned to herself as she trotted down the concrete ramp, immediately turning to her left and hugging the side of the barn. Using as much speed as she dared, she rounded the corner and leaned against the warm steel, straightening up for the first time in ages.
Letting out a long, shuddering breath, she scanned her surroundings, forced to tilt her shoulders due to the tight collar. There was nobody around, thank goodness. With her spots, general nudity, hooves, and absurd udders, there was no way she would be able to convince anyone she wasn't a cow if they caught her in the open.
She dropped the leash from her mouth, immediately regretting her decision. It was going to dangle around all over the place, and she couldn't remove it with her hoof hands.
She narrowed her eyes. Actually, this might not be a bad thing. If they caught her, she would simply pretend that she had gotten lost. They could hardly question her when the best she could do was a loud moo.
Straightening her back, she grunted at the pain. Her muscles were protesting being in this position, and she felt unsteady on her feet. The way her hooves tilted forward made it difficult to walk like a human, though she had practiced whenever she could hide from the cameras.
She took a couple of shuffling steps, then gave up, leaning back over into the posture of a cow. She hated to do it, but it would be best not to alert the guards that she still retained her intelligence.
Snorting, she wiggled her nose ring, looking around for her next destination. An inquisitive black and white face suddenly shoved around the corner, letting out a short moo.
Shocked, Courtney froze in alarm. The black and white cow winked at her, trotting up to her belly and giving her a lick.
Courtney shook her head. Somehow, the other cow had escaped as well, and there wasn't even a leash on her collar. It wasn't clear how she had gotten it off, but it didn't matter. She didn't want or need a companion for this reconnaissance mission!
She nudged Prancer in the shoulder with her hoof, challenging her with a sharp moo. The cow stopped licking, bending her neck up to look her in the eyes.
There was that strange intelligence in their depths that seemed to shine through at odd moments. Did she know more than she let on?
The cow winked at her and turned around, trotting out into the center of the road. Looking back, she winked again and tossed her head, as if she was encouraging Courtney to follow.
She pressed her ass against the barn, confused. There was something about this situation that was bothering her.
She had lived with this cow for a month, and had never seen anything like this from her before. Was her friendliness a lie, meant to lull her into a false sense of trust?
If she didn't follow the cow, though, she would definitely be missing out on something interesting. She certainly didn't have any other destination in mind.
Prancer stopped a few lengths down, turning to face her and letting out an inviting moo, her eyebrow raised.
Letting out a long sigh, Courtney groaned and shook her head. She wouldn't find out what was going on with that cow unless she followed her, and her curiosity had been thoroughly roused.
She scowled as the leash dragged along the ground, requiring her to be careful with her steps. She really wished that she hadn't dropped it now, but that couldn't be helped.
When she reached the center of the road, she looked up, surprised to find that Prancer had moved on ahead, looping around to the left. She followed her, gulping when she realized that they were on the path that led up to the house she had seen earlier.
Surely there would be plenty of electronic surveillance, and they would be picked up by it immediately, right?
Prancer didn't seem to care, picking up the pace, almost skipping as she reached the paved section of the roadway.
Well, if she didn't care, Courtney didn't either. She was curious about the ranch house anyway. It might be living quarters for the Doctor and her staff, or it might act as a command post. This presented both high risk and high reward opportunities for her to learn more about their operation.
As they closed in, Courtney thought that Prancer was going to dance up the wooden front steps, but she turned to the right at the last second, marching in front of the veranda.
Not as brave as the other cow, Courtney eyed the house with a leery eye, looking for security systems. There were a set of antennas and microwave dishes mounted on the roof next to the chimney, possibly for domestic purposes.
The glimmer of a black lens near the front door caught her attention, and her heart pounded faster. They were walking right through its field of view, and if the alarm had been raised, a group of rubber clad guards would probably be sent to apprehend them immediately.
There was nothing she could do about that now, however, except to trust that Prancer knew what she was doing.
She shook her head in disbelief. Prancer had never shown herself to be anything more than one of the cows, sunning and generally enjoying herself. And being nosy, getting all up in her business, and making sure that she fit in with the others.
Her suspicions roused, she arched her brows, scooting up as close as she could to the blue siding. No, that was a silly thought. Prancer wasn't some kind of secret agent. For heaven’s sake, she was a cow, like the rest of them!
She shuddered, moving up closer behind Prancer's swaying butt. Her thinking was getting all twisted. She was not a cow, no matter how much they tried to convince her otherwise!
And yet, she had clearly grouped herself in with them, thought herself as one of them. That wasn't good, this place was changing her, both physically and mentally!
She was forced to come to a halt as Prancer slowed down, maneuvering around a concrete box containing a pair of angled doors.
They were painted red, clearly not meant to be hidden. Prancer dipped down, taking the handle in her teeth and giving it a tug. It popped up far enough for her to insert a front leg. The cow lifted her head, giving her a grin.
Courtney frowned and snorted, tossing her head. Heading into a dark, underground space wasn't exactly at the top of her to-do list.
She wanted to know more about this place, though, didn't she? Wandering around until they caught her and put her back in the paddock wouldn't tell her much, now would it?
Moving in, she stuck her front leg into the gap, helping the other cow to lever the door open. Before Courtney could stop her, Prancer kicked out with her leg, forcing it all the way over.
She winced, tension gnawing at her mind, but the hinges stopped the door’s momentum with barely a squeak. Prancer grinned at her, mooing with satisfaction.
Turning, she stepped into the dark interior, leading the way down the concrete steps. Courtney watched her, gulping at the way the pit yawned in front of her. She had always possessed a touch of claustrophobia, and this wasn't helping.
Fortunately, before Prancer's body disappeared entirely, a light snapped on in the angled ceiling above, illuminating the steel casing on the walls.
It was utilitarian, austere, and deep. Courtney took in a deep breath, stuffing back her fear as she stepped over the threshold.
Her legs wobbled as she descended, eyes straining to make out the bottom. Prancer seemed unconcerned, her footing solid as she passed an invisible threshold, the next light snapping on.
Just how far did this staircase go? Had this originally been built to be a fallout shelter?
Her curiosity spiked, overwhelming her fear. Just where was Prancer taking her? Who was she?
There was only one way to find out!
Concentrating on her feet, she worked her way down the steps, pausing after about two floors to judge her progress.
Bending her head, she could see the bright sky through the open cellar door, far enough away that it seemed like a picture frame. If she needed to escape, she could. She wasn't trapped.
Her heart pounded in her chest. It was easy to think that, but much harder to convince the primitive parts of her brain that she was safe.
She slowed her breathing, shuddering as she turned back towards the darkness. Prancer was waiting calmly, a bland expression on her face. She mooed, wrinkling her nose, eyelids drooping.
She didn’t seem to care about the spooky atmosphere. Well then, neither would she!
Filled with new resolve, she stiffened her front legs, climbing down the stairs with purpose. Her udders swayed precariously, swollen with milk, but she ignored the pressure within.
She still had some time yet before milking became urgent, which reminded her about how reliant she was on the farm's staff for her daily needs. If she did find a way to escape, how long would she survive before she had to give up and plead with them to take her back in?
She blinked, realizing that her sour ruminations had at least allowed her to finish the descent without further trouble. She had miraculously managed to avoid tangling herself up in the leash, and the landing was right in front of her, Prancer's body lit by a lone light mounted high on the wall.
Biting her lower lip, she sniffed, moving forward to join the other cow at the entrance to a dark hallway. It could easily fit two cars side by side, expansion joints marked in the concrete floor. A few lengths down, there were a pair of silvery elevator doors, currently dark and silent. Looking up, she stared at the high ceiling, noting the thick metal trusses and shivered.
This was definitely giving her end of the world vibes. Evil genius, even. Was Prancer taking her to the lair of the Doctor, or was she the true mastermind behind this operation?
A warm nose pressed into her side, and she jumped, letting out an involuntary moo. Prancer gave her a cheeky grin and rolled her eyes down the hall, as if to say, ‘shall we?’
Courtney was feeling real trepidation about this place, and she wanted nothing to do with this spooky mess. Unfortunately, she was in too deep now. There was so much she didn't understand, and her curiosity was killing her!
She took a hesitant step, then another, admonishing her trembling legs. Yes, she wasn't supposed to be here, but that was the entire point. If Prancer hadn’t been helping her through this, would she have run in fear?
She couldn't allow it. She had to be at least as steadfast as the other cow. She had to proceed, or she might as well climb back up and present herself to the guards and accept her fate.
Fortified with this extra resolve, she forced herself past the elevator, eyeing the blank panel and rounded light above. It didn't appear energized, but that could change at any moment. She wouldn’t allow herself to be surprised, determined to figure this out before she was inevitably captured.
Strangely, that made her feel better. The goal here wasn't to escape unmolested. This was strictly an intelligence gathering operation.
More lights snapped on, illuminating a large set of sliding doors ahead, a seam running from the floor to the ceiling. They were currently shut tight, but there was a smaller door mounted into the larger door at the bottom right.
A rectangular panel was mounted to one side with a gleaming red light shining below. Access controlled. It looked like they weren't going to get through that way.
She breathed out a sigh of relief and stopped, rather ashamed of herself. Didn't she want to know what was going on here?
Prancer trotted up to the door, stretching out her neck so that her ear tag brushed up against the card reader. It beeped, flashing green, and the cow turned to take the handle in her teeth. With a practiced motion, she twisted it down, bracing her hooves on the floor to pull it open.
Astonished, Courtney sat there like an idiot, her mouth agape as she watched Prancer use her legs to pin it against the wall. Resting against the door, Prancer jerked her head.
Come on. Let's go.
She could imagine the words with a tinkle of amusement behind them, as if the other cow was enjoying her consternation. Courtney mooed, her face settling into a frown. This might be all fun and games to her, but Courtney had no idea what she was about to step into!
Snorting, she stepped through the open doorway into blackness, her eyes straining to see. There was a source of light off in the distance, but it was diffused, highlighting the curve of the outer wall.
That wasn't much to go by. The concrete floor ramped downwards from here, making it trickier to navigate than the staircase. She hesitated, unwilling to move further into the cool room until she got a better idea of her footing.
Prancer mooed confidently, letting the door swing shut behind her as she passed Courtney, stepping onto the ramp. As her hooves tapped against the hard surface, lights popped on from either side, casting shadows over her heavy udders.
Some of the light scattered upwards, giving Courtney a glimpse of the shallow curves flanking the ramp. The surface was a matte black, silver lines separating the surface into rectangles, like solar panels.
It was almost as though they were walking down into the center of a gigantic eggshell. What would they find down at the bottom? And what was going on with that pulsing light source on the back wall?
Her brows narrowed as she worked her way down the ramp, feeling as though she was treading towards her doom. There was something wrong about all this. A cow with security access simply didn't make any sense unless Prancer was some sort of prison trustee, complicit with the Doctor.
Before she could elaborate on that disturbing thought further, she found her hooves on level ground. Prancer soon halted, her body flexing in the shadows. Raising her head, she let out a loud, authoritative moo.
The light flickering on the back wall broadened, a clatter echoing throughout the chamber. The room was suddenly flooded with horizontal light, her vision washing out.
Closing her eyes reflexively, she looked down, taking in a deep breath as she blinked, trying to adjust. The floor was made out of sparkling concrete, the reflected light dazzling her. There was something embedded in the mix, but she just couldn't understand it, not with the way the light was assaulting her whenever she shifted her head.
Forced to close her eyes once again, she reflexively lifted a hoof in front of her face. Swallowing, she tried again, and gasped.
The chamber was enormous, its domed roof curving high above. The eggshell was coated with more of the panels she had seen earlier, absorbing the light like tiny black holes.
With its height, the top likely came close to impinging on the bottom floor of the house. Or perhaps the house had been built solely to house this room?
Her eyes flicked down to the area they were standing in. A large, flat circle was built into the base of the room, two semicircular trenches running around the periphery.
In the center was mounted a pair of gleaming silver shells, the sides spiraling outwards like mollusks. She wanted to investigate them further, but the curved expanses gleamed too brightly to look at for long.
A figure stepped into the rounded hollow at the base of the eggshell, and the spotlights tilted up, pointing towards the ceiling. Her aching eyes were finally able to adjust, and she froze, stunned at what she saw.
There was the Doctor, dressed in her skin tight red rubber suit, her hands positioned calmly at her sides next to her strict corset. A small black fascinator with a glossy red bow was perched on the side of her head, pinned into her brown hair. A tight bun was tied at the rear, a white strip wound into the center.
Her lips curved into a bright smile when she spotted Prancer, her heels clicking against the concrete as she strode up to the beaming cow. Reaching out, she curled a hand around the woman's neck, giving her a soft scratch with her long, painted nails.
Prancer closed her eyes and mooed, tilting her head down in a submissive fashion. The Doctor gathered the woman up to her chest, taking the cow's playful head butts without complaint, despite how her horns were digging into the Doctor’s chest.
“Good cow,” praised the Doctor, her eyes roaming over to Courtney, who was still frozen in shock. “I see that you've brought me an interesting one. I was wondering which cow from the latest batch would retain sufficient intelligence to seek me out.”
Courtney took a step back, her mind whirling. The Doctor… had expected her? This was all a little too much!
She mooed in protest, the rage from weeks past boiling up in her chest. There was no need to keep up the pretense, then.
Engaging her core, she straightened her back, lifting herself up to her full height. Her muscles groaned in protest, but she didn't care. This might be her last chance to confront the Doctor and stop her evil plans!
Lifting her hooves, she banged them together like boxing gloves, mooing dangerously. Taking a hesitant step, she leaned forward, prepared to punch the smirk off the Doctor's face.
The Doctor lifted her right hand and pressed a button on the remote she was holding, watching Courtney with a sharp gaze. The lights in the room tilted down, blinding her, a loud tone echoing in her ears.
Static white noise buzzed in her brain, and she forgot herself. Her front legs dropped to her sides and she stared at the lights, unable to look away from the pulsing colors.
The light seared into her mind, manipulating her thought processes at a base level. Her emotions drained away, leaving her an empty husk, ready to be programmed. She mooed mechanically, awaiting her next command.
“You are quite the frisky one, One Hundred. Hmm, let me see, which one are you again? There's been so many lately. Perhaps she will know.”
There came another click from the remote, and the soft moos coming from Prancer modulated into human sounding purrs. “Mistress, thank you Mistress, I love you Mistress,” she said, repeating the phrase over and over again.
“That’s enough, Black Beauty,” said the Doctor, not too unkindly. “I did make you this way. Enough with the adulation. Tell me, who is this cow that followed you in?”
“She is One Hundred, Mistress, known as Show Girl,” said Black Beauty, her voice filled with adoration. “She broke her arm and you healed her wonderfully!”
“Indeed,” replied the Doctor. “Interesting, this is one of Bradley's brood. This time, he appears to have landed on a firecracker. Too bad for him, that means he's finally engineered his own demise.”
The dazzling lights still had a tight hold on her brain, but she found that some of her facilities had returned. Courtney licked her lips, struggling to get her question out. “You aren't… working on his behalf?”
The Doctor chuckled. “I love seeing cows when they get into this state. Too new and stupid to realize that you shouldn’t be able to speak, but smart enough to ask the relevant question.”
The sparkling lights flickered, as if someone had stepped in front of them. “A place like this is difficult to keep secret,” the Doctor explained. “The more backers there are, the more they tend to brag. Keeping it under wraps requires more than money, for money means nothing to the elite.”
The tone of her voice became darker. “Blackmail works, to an extent, but that breeds resentment. Eventually, they try something inadvisable, and they have to be taught a lesson.”
She chuckled, as if she was remembering a past event. “Such diversions can be fun, but they interrupt my research and I don't care to take the time to deal with them. Therefore, a more permanent measure is required to ensure loyalty to the cause.”
Courtney's brain took all this in, an answer spilling forth from her tongue without any conscious thought. “Brainwashing.”
“That's right,” exclaimed the Doctor, sounding pleased. “We control them. Of course, that requires a certain level of serotonin only released by the most primal of body functions.”
Courtney chewed on that while she continued to be mesmerized by the lights. Eventually, her mouth opened again. “Sexual satisfaction.”
“Right again!” chortled the Doctor. “We use their own impulses against them, and, if necessary, blunt some of their worst impulses.”
The lights flickered again. Her brain sputtered, unable to come up with anything new.
“You seem to have run out of intelligence. That's okay, I can finish the thought for you.”
The light darkened, the Doctor's head suddenly looming in front of her. “I am not an altruist. I am doing this solely to preserve my own operations. If I do not control them, I might be shut down, and I can't have that.”
Her hand lifted to clamp around Courtney's throat, where the edge of the collar met her jawline. Courtney squinted, trying to rouse her thoughts.
She failed. She had been thoroughly programmed by the Doctor, tethered to her will. She gasped, emotions trembling as her resistance faded.
Her body relaxed, her breathing slowing down. It was so much easier to give in and enjoy the feel of her Mistress’ hand around her throat.
“Good cow,” the Doctor whispered, her sharp eyes boring into Courtney's skull. “You have proved yourself smarter than the others, therefore I shall grant you the opportunity to become one of my agents. You will entice your former boyfriend, breed him, control him. He will never know that his ownership of you is just an illusion.”
Her lips curled into a cruel grin. “How does that sound, Show Girl? Are you willing to become mine to get back at your ex?”
Courtney stared at her blankly, her thoughts struggling to organize. Lips wobbling, she tried to reject the Doctor, to curse her for what she had done.
She had been turned into a cow, dammit, with freaking hooves and everything!
Yet, the potential for revenge was tantalizing. What she was being offered was probably her only opportunity to strike back at the bastard who had sent her here!
Otherwise, they'd milk her until her brains drizzled out of her nipples. She would truly be a dumb cow for the rest of her days!
It was an impossible choice. Her jaw trembled, a shaky breath rushing between her lips.
She clenched her teeth, staring back at the Doctor, her gaze just as hard. “I want his head,” she hissed, slobber dribbling from her lips.
The Doctor's cruel smile expanded. “Then so you shall.”
She clicked a button on her remote, and a tone sounded again, thrumming in Courtney’s ears. The lights flashed, and then they were gone, tilting up and away.
She blinked, realizing that time had skipped forward. The Doctor had disappeared, releasing her neck. The leash at her neck had vanished, and the Doctor was standing over by one of the silvery shells, Black Beauty sitting next to her like a puppy dog.
The Doctor leaned over, touching the pads of her fingers against the shining metal shell. Her chest flexed as she tugged hard, a rounded panel sliding open to reveal the dark interior.
“These are experimental,” announced the Doctor. “I call them ‘Finishing Pods.’ They represent my latest efforts, cutting edge technology only available here at the Farm.”
She lifted an arm towards the pod. “Black Beauty, please demonstrate.”
“Certainly, Mistress,” declared the cow, her voice filled with awe.
Courtney frowned, swallowing as she tried to adjust to the suddenness of the woman's personality change. How long had the Doctor worked with Black Beauty, breaking her down, day by day, molding her into the perfect submissive servant?
She took a step forward, halting when she noticed the Doctor's gaze. Her painted brows arched. “You are undoubtedly wondering whether you will soon be like her.”
She shrugged. “Perhaps. Perhaps not. It depends upon many factors. She happened to be naturally submissive underneath her brittle shell. I am curious to see how you will behave once I peel away your outer protective layers.”
She nodded at Black Beauty, who was waiting at the edge of the pod for final confirmation. The cow lit up with a wide smile, her eyes shining with joy.
Lifting a hoof over the edge, she placed it inside the pod, her swollen udders jiggling. A blue light turned on somewhere deep within, highlighting the internal equipment.
There were two deep cups jutting upwards, meant to catch a cow's udders, mounted to a central framework. Hoses were attached to the bottom of the cups where the cow's nipples would lie, spiraling out to either side in S-shaped curves.
At the rear was a molded seat mounted at an angle, meant to cup someone's ass. The concave interior had a slot down the middle, its purpose made obvious when she noticed the long shafts sticking up from the floor below.
Black Beauty placed her right front leg into the curve created by the milking hose, jamming her hoof into a depression built into the floor below. Her udders sloshed as they caught against the sides of the cups, the voluminous flesh banging against the lip.
She grinned as she placed her other front leg into the provided depression, nose ring gleaming as she pushed herself up to her fullest extent. Her udders popped up, nipples distended, pointing straight down into the cups.
A look of pure pleasure seized her features as she lowered herself down, curves bouncing against the plastic cups. Her back hooves clanged against the floor, ass wiggling in the air, lips curved into an O.
She let out a long sigh of satisfaction as her flesh lurched downwards, the suction taking hold of her milkers. Groaning, she braced herself against the rattling tubing, biting her lower lip.
She let out a sudden moo in surprise as the back seat pushed up against her ass, lengthening her legs. She was soon forced to lean over, resting more of her weight on the curved bar mounted above the glossy black breast cups.
Black Beauty relaxed, her fat ass spreading over the seat. A display blinked on, filled with mesmerizing colors similar to those produced by the lighting above.
Once she realized what was happening, Courtney squeezed her eyes shut, looking away. She didn't need to see more, it was already obvious what was going to happen. The cow would be manipulated by the machine, continuously brainwashed in an automated fashion until she became a fully obedient cowslut.
“Why are you so squeamish about this?” came the deep voice of the Doctor, curling around her ears. “You've been through plenty of similar sessions on your path towards becoming my cow slave. What's one more?”
The air shifted around her, a possessive hand clamping onto her shoulder. Courtney jolted, her eyes flickering back open. The silver shell was closing up, blocking the mesmerizing display that held the other cow in its grip.
Black Beauty's body trembled as a thick shaft moved up from below, plugging into her wet pussy. A soft moo filtered out from within, abruptly cut off as the shell snapped shut, leaving behind a seamless, gleaming expanse.
A strip of blue light glowed around the bottom, slowly moving up the sides in two lines. When they met at the top, they faded out, starting again at the bottom. That must be a status indicator of sorts, letting the Doctor know where the captive cow was in the brainwashing process.
All of this would have been fascinating if it wasn't so damn scary. Black Beauty had been swallowed up by that machine, and what stepped out would be a perfect, worshipful cow.
To be fair, that wouldn't be much of a change from what Black Beauty was already, but what of her? What would remain of her mind once the Doctor had turned it inside out?
She wet her lips, eyes darting over to the remaining pod, large cups waiting to encompass her bulging udders. She gritted her teeth, chasing down her boiling thoughts, distilling them into the most important question.
“What am I?”
The hand tightened around her shoulder. “Whatever you want to be,” the Doctor said in an amused voice. “Make your decision, cow.”
The pod lit up from within, the structure highlighted in blue. The hand vanished, leaving her alone. The pod began to pulse, starting slow but gaining speed, inviting her to enter.
She took a step forward, then another, her legs wobbling. This was wrong, oh so wrong, but she was feeling hot and swollen. She had to be milked, needed to be milked, and this machine would provide her the satisfaction she sought!
Not only that, but if she stepped inside and allowed herself to float away, she'd finally be able to get back at Bradley!
His face swam in her mind's eye, a cold calculating glare staring her down. His narrow, brown eyes and the way he curled his lip made her feel inconsequential, like a bug to be squashed.
He had never cared for her. He only cared about his money. When he had tired of her, he could have just discarded her. Instead, he had done something far worse.
When she really thought about it, the Doctor wasn't the instigator of this nightmare. It was Bradley and his rich pals, grabbing women off the street and changing them into nightmares!
She felt the pressure of the concrete through her hooves. The Doctor was to blame for that, but she didn't have a good way of striking back at her.
At the moment, Bradley was clearly the easier target, but the Doctor was still on her list. The woman was confident that her brainwashing would hold, but what if it didn't? There was always the chance that she would find a way to get revenge on her as well!
Carefully schooling her expression, she turned towards the doctor, straining against the thick collar around her neck. “I have a single request,” she announced, meeting the Doctor's eyes with determination. “I want to be in charge of his brainwashing.”
The Doctor smirked. “An amusing thought, but no. You are just a cow, nothing more.”
She clicked the remote, and the dreaded tone sounded again. Courtney’s brain shut down, bombarded with the overwhelming noise, thoughts splintering.
The lights tilted back down, mesmerizing her with their hypnotic colors. Her lips quivered, her stunned brain trying to get something out, but all that arrived was a low moo.
Milkslave. Cowslut. Doctor's Pet. Pod Milker.
Her body lurched around, heading towards the open pod. A cow must obey. A cow must be milked. She was a cow.
Mindslave. Brainslave. Cowslave.
She trundled up to the pod, the lights dancing in her eyes. Here, she hesitated, a trickle of resistance worming its way up her spine.
The dark presence of the Doctor appeared beside her, fingers touching her back. “How now, little cow? Still putting up a fight? Remarkable. I will make sure to monitor your progress closely. Please, step into the pod and let yourself go.”
Her resistance melted away at the Doctor’s insistence, Courtney’s brain driven by the colors. When she crossed into the pod, the dazzling pattern was interrupted briefly, but the resulting spurt of confusion was quickly smothered by a similar pattern playing on a screen at the front of the pod.
Bemused, she tried to place her front leg in the same position as the other cow, but she was having trouble directing her limbs. She struggled for a few moments, then gave up, staring at the screen. Pretty.
Brainless. Hopeless. Thoughtless.
The Doctor appeared on the other side of the pod, her hands wrapping around Courtney's thigh. With a quick grunt, the Doctor jammed her leg into the right position.
“Come now, put your weight on it,” the Doctor ordered.
Drooling, Courtney tried to obey, but the pull of the screen was too much for her. A hand slapped her face. “Stay with me,” commanded the Doctor. “Where is that moxie you just showed me?”
The colors blurred, her mind stirring. She placed her hoof into the receptacle at the bottom, bracing her arm against the curved tubing. Remembering what she had seen earlier, she moved her other front leg into the correct position, hearing a satisfying click as her hoof dropped into place.
She looked down, seeing the large molded twin cups, deep wells at the bottoms to hold her swollen nipples. She smiled, biting her lip as she lowered herself down.
When the curve of her udders contacted the cool surface of the cups, she hissed, her eyes fluttering as she descended further. Her nipples tented, arousal fluttering in her pussy. Soon, she would be held by the cups, her swollen udders tugged and punished by the machinery. It would feel glorious!
A flat rectangle smacked her ass cheek. “Come, cow, get those legs over here, I need you entirely inside the pod before you succumb to the pleasure.”
Courtney moaned in protest, lowering her head to peer behind. The Doctor was urging her to move with a crop, pushing against her left leg, which was still outside the pod.
She sighed, annoyed that she wasn't going to be left alone to enjoy the suction of the pumps. All she wanted was to relax into them and enjoy the way they played with her teats, forgetting the sordid reality of her situation.
Bracing her front legs, she wiggled her ass in a desultory fashion, lifting her leg high enough to clear the outer shell. Grumbling to herself, she moved away from the light smacks until they stopped. Grinning at the lights, she studied the words that appeared, letting them echo through her thoughts.
Obedient. Tranced. Oblivious.
That's right. She didn't need to worry about what was happening to her, she could simply relax into these cups, enjoying the delightful friction as her skin slid against the sides.
She teased herself for a while, but soon tired of it and slumped forward, pressing her breastbone against the curved rest that projected out between the cups. She mooed in frustration, annoyed that she couldn't push herself further in, the tips of her udders unable to reach the front of the cups.
A sudden vacuum sucked her flesh inside, a squeal of air hissing around the edges until a good seal was formed. Her nipples popped into the holes, squeezing into tiny cylinders that stretched them out further. She groaned, lurching into the framework, pressing her tongue to the roof of her mouth as she rolled her eyes.
She barely noticed when the seat pressed up against her ass, forcing her up off her legs. She settled into the machinery, mooing loudly as the pumps began to work, a gentle hum rising around her.
Docile. Milkers. Cowsex.
Her ass flexed, cheeks spreading wide. She mooed as something hard pressed into her inner lips, forcing her open. Gritting her teeth, she hissed as it moved inexorably deeper, filling her up completely.
Rubbery balls squeezed into her crack, the base of the fake cock wedged up against her clit. There, it stopped, the pumps retaining their pressure, but the licking suction ceased.
Her eyes remained fixed to the buzzing display as the Doctor leaned over, wrapping straps around her front legs. “There, now it doesn't matter how much you wiggle. Enjoy yourself, my little cow, and we’ll see whether you have what it takes to be my agent real soon.”
Cowslut. Thoughtless. Obedient.
She read the words, licking her lips, her neck frozen in the collar. There was no resistance remaining, just a hot spear of pleasure running into her core.
The tension in her udders was becoming unbearable. She wanted to be milked. She needed to be milked. She would do anything to be milked!
She mooed, unable to come up with the words she needed to express her desires. She didn't need words. She wasn't a human. She was a cow.
The Doctor patted her side. “Good cow. Watch that display and learn your lessons well. You might have a change of heart when we see each other next.”
The words buzzed in her ears, flowing over her smoothed brain. She mooed in response, unable to process human language.
Horny. Stupid. Cow.
That's right. That's who she was. A needy, slutty cow, enjoying the thick dildo jammed into her pussy. She moved her ass on the chair, enjoying the way the thick length shifted inside her.
A waft of cool air swirled around her body as the pod door slid shut, fastening with a solid click. She barely noticed, a huge smile on her face as the screen became brighter.
Cocksucker. Cockmilker. Cockdrinker.
A wobbling dildo jutted towards her mouth, hanging from an arm that swung over. She took the tip of the fleshy length into her mouth, clamping down on the molded ridge behind the crown.
Sucking and tugging, she pulled on it with her teeth, using the tip of her tongue to explore the rounded end. There was a vertical rift, making it similar to a real dick, warmth blossoming in her mouth.
The display sparkled, pixels shifting patterns until they resolved into the figure of a tall man looking down at her with a disapproving glare. His spare cheekbones ran up to a forest of black hair, neatly trimmed.
She instantly recognized him, spitting the dildo out of her mouth as she recoiled in fear. His lip curled into a smirk, but he didn't approach, reaching down to wrap a hand around his fat dick. Giving it a solid stroke, he grunted, a small burst of fluid spattering onto her face from the tip of the dildo.
Her confused brain was finally starting to understand. This was a training scenario, and she had failed the first test.
A fuzzy pattern near the edge of the screen coalesced into the red bodysuit of the Doctor. She moved behind the image of Bradley, resting her hands on his shoulder.
“Poor cow. You can't be afraid of him if you want to control him,” came the calm voice of the Doctor. “At this rate, you'll never achieve your revenge! Let's start again. If you see him like this, what should you do instead?”
Courtney studied her former lover’s arrogant face. It was a look of superiority, knowing that she was below him. That he could take anything he wanted, that he could never be opposed, no matter how hard she tried.
Anger rose within her, but she knew immediately that this wasn't the answer. If she showed him that she was anything other than a cow, it would all be over. He would blame the Doctor for failing to train her properly, and then her opportunity would be gone.
This was a training exercise, but she had to take it seriously. Pursing her lips, she looked up at the man, staring into his deep, brown eyes.
Secret agent. Cow agent. Doctor's agent.
The hate came back, but with it was a deep determination to win. She knew what she had to do.
Sucking on her lower lip, she strained against the collar, stretching her lips wide into a skeletal grin. Sticking her tongue out between her teeth, she curled it up to touch her nose ring, lifting it up and letting it drop.
“Very good,” whispered the Doctor. “He likes that. But can you keep it going once things get rough?”
Bradley’s hand reached out, snagging a leash that suddenly dangled on the screen. The collar around her throat squeezed tight, simulating the sudden tension on the chain.
His dick loomed large, the end swaying back and forth. She lurched forward, trying to catch it in her mouth, the dildo sliding out of her pussy. She blinked as the cock impacted her left cheek, leaving her stunned.
The perspective was odd on the screen, confusing her brain. Pixels sparked, words drifting through the background.
Stupid cow whore. Silly slut.
Shaking her head, she dismissed them. It wasn't her fault. It was the simulation that had failed her, preventing her from accomplishing her goal!
Her resolve growing, she settled back on the dildo, grunting as it filled her tunnel. That felt very nice, but she had a mission to accomplish, and she wouldn't stop until she succeeded!
Tilting her head to one side, she noted the gap between where the screen ended and the real dildo began. There was a perspective problem here that would be difficult to resolve, even now that she could see what was going on.
Would closing an eye help? No, that just flattened the perspective further. She would have to go for it and hope that she could intuit the right position.
Swallowing, she eyed the angle, frowning when she spotted the Doctor's hooded eyes. Did she expect her to fail? She would prove her wrong!
Dropping her jaw, she darted forward, noting the precise moment when the large dick began to turn aside. She knew it!
Making a last moment course correction, she snagged it between her lips, gargling as the rod hit the back of her throat. Smiling through the tears, she watched the Doctor, trying to determine whether she had pleased her.
Wait a minute, why did that even matter? The Doctor was her enemy!
Doctor's toy. Doctor's pet. Doctor's orders.
Her vision blurred as she lost her train of thought, too occupied with sucking on the fake dick. The length surged in her mouth, forcing her back.
She settled into the chair happily, enjoying the way her tunnel enveloped the thick length. Now she didn't have to strain, and both of her holes were completely filled!
Staring at the screen, she gave Bradley's image a beatific smile, clamping her lips down on the fake length. He seemed to be having trouble keeping his composure, his lips curling with pleasure.
Good. The more she kept him focused on her mouth, the less he would suspect her. He would enjoy himself, never knowing that she ultimately planned to betray him to her Mistress.
Doctor's plan. Doctor's pleasure. Doctor's orders.
She was briefly confused again, unsure why obeying the Doctor was making her so happy. She soon settled into a rhythm, jerking her neck forward and back based on how Bradley tugged on the chain.
The better she obeyed him, the less suspicious he would be. She was a good cow, nothing more than a cow, not smart, not scheming. She existed solely to be used by him, to be his milking machine.
Doctor's slave. Doctor's slut. Doctor's orders.
The dildo in her pussy pulled out of her, sliding back into the seat. She grunted in dismay, but the slick length soon pressed back into her, rumbling to life with a sudden jolt.
Now it was buzzing against her pussy, the fat balls jamming into her crack. The pumps had started up as well, tugging on her udders, increasing the pressure.
She wanted nothing more than to forget about everything and settle into a mindless stupor, but that's what the Doctor was hoping she'd do. She wouldn't be her brainless cocksucker. She'd put some effort behind it!
Pressing her lips around the thick cock, she redoubled her efforts, forcing it deeper into her throat. Her gag reflex triggered, and she choked, eyes swimming, but she didn't care. She had to do this, for Mistress!
Doctor's slut. Doctor's whore. Doctor's orders.
The pain and discomfort was incredible, but somehow she worked through it, blinking the bleariness away. Yes, she was coming out on top, in control of both her mind and body!
Thrusting herself into the framework, she clamped down on Bradley's dick, her huge udders squeezing into the cups as she increased her suction. Bradley's face creased, his free hand balled up into a fist. She knew that she had him on the rocks. Just a bit more, and he'd explode!
He tugged hard on her collar, but she wouldn't slow down, wouldn't allow him to set the pace. Sucking hard, she rolled her tongue under the base of his dick, yanking her head back until the crown of his cock was between her teeth.
Doctor's cocksucker. Doctor's tool. Doctor's orders.
Popping her lips wide, she released the suction, watching Bradley's face. Almost, but not quite. If she stepped it up just a little, though, he wouldn't be able to hold back!
Staring at him, she realized that at this moment, she had him in her thrall. Despite the grip he had on her leash, and his harsh expression, she knew that he would do anything to achieve climax.
The pleasure of holding that power over him rushed through her mind. She savored the moment, waiting until he gave in, lips parting in a masculine moan.
It was obvious that he wanted to order her to finish, but it didn't matter. Only she could decide when to give him his climax, and she would only do so when she was close to exploding herself!
That time would come at any moment, as the pumps were working hard, her udders bouncing as the pressure rose rapidly.
The dick rutting her pussy increased in both speed and vibration, urging her forward, but she resisted just long enough to see the man tremble.
He was hers.
Doctor's servant. Doctor’s slave. Doctor's agent. Doctor's cow. Doctor's whore. Doctor's orders.
She slid forward, her lips rippling down the sides of his shaft as she swallowed him whole. Clamping down, she gargled around his dick, feeling it tremble.
The dildo spasmed, a gush of fluid rushing into her throat. Her nipples jerked, a spurt of milk splashing into the cups. Her pussy trembled, lubrication trickling onto her thighs.
Bradley's face was red, his eyes pinned towards the ceiling. Her body trembled with pleasure, limbs weak.
She would have toppled to the floor if her front legs weren't locked against the rattling tubing, warm milk gushing into storage.
Climax.
Her heart thundered in her chest as she lost all control, choking as she pulled off the cock. Fortunately, the leash had gone slack, allowing her to swallow the sloppy fluid clinging to her throat.
She let out a loud moo, again and again, savoring the riotous pleasure that set her body aflame. Being a slutty cow whore was the best thing ever!
Doctor's bliss. Doctor's joy. Doctor's orders.
The man on the screen took a swig from a milk bottle, his eyebrows raising as he savored the taste. “You've outdone yourself this time Doctor. It's sweet, with a complex grass undertone.”
The Doctor smiled at him, her expression reserved. “You didn't trust my methods, but they got results, didn't they?”
Bradley lowered the milk bottle, licking the excess from his upper lip. “Indeed you have. The next funding tranche is approved - as long as I get to have my way with her next.”
The Doctor shifted her gaze towards Courtney, looking bemused. “I think that can be arranged. Show Girl is just about ready to go on the road.”
Doctor's pleasure. Doctor's joy. Doctor's order.
Show Girl stared at them dumbly, her mind buzzing with pleasure. She didn't understand what they were saying, and she didn't care. Her pussy was full, and her breasts were draining.
She was a cow.
Moo.
End Chapter Four
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