Page 13 of Milk
“Don’t worry, she’s happy here. You will be too. Once you get used to it,” he said, as if he really believed it.
Wren wouldn’t stop mooing, but she seemed nothing like what I imagined ‘happy’ to be. I shook my head in disbelief, and Carter smirked. Reaching out to one of the suction cups attached to her now immense tits.
“Watch,” he ordered as the guards caught up to us.
As he pulled the cup from Wren’s breast, a loud suction sound echoed. She opened her eyes wide, finally reacting to something in the world around her. It was like she’d woken up from a trance.
She looked at Carter and pleaded in full-hearted desperation, “N-no! Put it back! Put it back, please! Please! I’ll be good! I’llbe a good cow! Put it back!” she begged and squirmed, thrashing within her bindings.
It pained me to see her like this. I was almost relieved when Carter placed the cup back, looking at me with a satisfied ‘told you so’ smile. Before I could really question it, one of the guards shoved me forward.
I turned to look at Wren one last time before the two guards approached me, grabbed my wrists, and pulled me into one of the empty stalls. Realizing what was about to happen, I tried to fight them, but they were big and strong and had little problem forcing me to lay down on that canvas. They spread my thick legs open and cuffed my ankles to that bar. I tried to get up, only to be shoved back down. One pulled my tits forward to adjust them in a perfect hanging angle and the other strapped my wrists, one at a time, to the dividing bar marking the end of what apparently was to be my stall on the corridor.
“Fuck, let me go! Let me go, you bastards! Let me-”
My pleads, useless as they were, were interrupted by a mouth spreader being shoved between my lips, keeping my mouth open in a permanent, perfect ‘o’ shape. I was forced to see it all as a mirror was lowered from the ceiling and placed in front of me. A couple of men in uniform, but without prods, came to place a bucket under my crotch on the floor, resting on the straw that covered the bottom of the stall.
“If you need to go again, you can go there,” Carter said, adjusting the cuffs of his shirt.
I protested, with grunts rather than words due to the mouth spreader, but Carter just shrugged. He turned to one of the men performing adjustments to the height of the contraption holding me suspended.
“Tell the others that this one is mine. No one but me is to touch her. Not for breeding, milking, or branding … Understood?”
The guard nodded, and said something through his mask that might’ve been ‘yes, sir.’ Once they were satisfied with my stall’s adjustments, the guards and farmhands began to leave. Carter knelt in front of me, giving my hair a tussle.
“Don’t worry, you’ll learn to love it,” he said, with a soft tone, as if he was talking to a beloved pet. “This is your new home, after all.”
Then he left me.
The cacophony of moos continued to ring incessantly.
I tried to fight my bindings and close my eyes to avoid seeing my disgusting naked self in such a humiliating position in that mirror. All I was able to do was to exhaust myself. The sounds of fucking, milking, and mooing never seemed to die out. I couldn’t even cover my ears.
Finally, I gave up, opening my eyes to look at my tear-struck face in the reflection. My fat, vitiligo-spotted, huge tits were hanging like true udders under me, and my fat folds were pressed by the bars of my confinement contraption. Were they really going to just leave me there to be Carter’s plaything?
Please, Jason… Please be working on something to save me, I pleaded internally until I lost count of the time passing. Even worse than the noise and the humiliation was the sheer boredom of simply being tied and left there, with nothing but my own reflection, my face permanently stuck in that humiliating open-mouth pose. Even ten minutes like that would feel like hours, but I knew I wasn’t just going to be there for ten minutes.
Farmhands came and went, some with buckets of waste to be thrown out, others with fresh straw for some of the stalls. A few farmhands with metal jugs of milk passed, others simply walked by with a confident and pleased stride that told me they had just finished breeding a girl or were about to go down to it. None of them as much as acknowledged me or any of the other women there. At some point, the activity of uniformed men began todiminish until it stopped completely. And a few moments later, with a loud clunk, the lights in the facility simply went out. I hoped, for a second, that the noise would finally cease. After all, these women must’ve been conditioned to sleep when the lights were out, right?
That had been a fool’s hope. Without men fucking them or milking them actively, they seemed to grow even more desperate. Their mooing became louder and louder. The worst torture was the hour or so after the lights went out. It was even worse than the uncomfortable pose I was tied in. It was all pitch black. In that deep darkness, it was difficult to keep faith that help was coming.
“You really did it this time, Tiff,” I told myself as I closed my eyes to try to sleep. Even if the frenzy at lights out had calmed down, there was no silence in that facility. The mooing was constant and the position was uncomfortable. After some amount of time had passed, I realized that even if I was exhausted, I was simply not able to fall asleep.
I was surrounded by women, but I was still deeply alone. Poor Wren had been here for months and there was a chance I’d be here just as long. Probably longer. I began to sob again. In the darkness, no one could see, and with all that mooing around me, no one could hear it either. My crying just disappeared into the air like it had never existed in the first place.
Late that night, I stayed in my office. The sound of mooing came muffled from the speakers on my computer as I watched the security footage of the stalls. One hand on the mouse, guiding the camera to zoom in on Tiffany’s exposed sex, as she was bent over and trapped in the milking contraption. The other hand had a firm grasp on my hard, pulsing manhood. I stroked myself with slow motions up and down, as I had been doing for the past several minutes. I wasn’t just edging myself for the sake of it. I knew that after I came, I would need to wait a while before I could get hard again. That thought sat uncomfortably with me for some reason. I didn’t want to wait even a few seconds to continue, I wanted to feast endlessly on the fantasies about my newest captive. To think fate would deliver such a unique specimen like her right into my hands. Had I believed in luck, I would be thanking my lucky stars. But I didn’t. I believed in destiny, and in making one’s own.
Pre-cum dripped from my tip. The fluid slathered my fingers as I felt another shudder of pleasure rock through me. I’d been hard all day watching Tiffany, first through the cameras as she was subjected to a torturous wait, and later in the flesh, both as she walked clothed and clueless through my facility, and when she was naked, covered in piss and tears while being herded like cattle to her new home underground. I could see the horror of understanding in her eyes as she was strapped to the contraption. She’d been a ball of panic and pity as she recognized Wren, her friend. Even if she thought she now knew the terrible secret behind Sunshine Sanctuary’s delicious milk, she had only hit the tip of the iceberg.
It was a shame that she’d never see how deep the rabbit hole went. I zoomed closer into her spread sex as I watched her relieve herself over the straw. I bit my lip in a jolt of intense lust. Seeing her act like the lovely little animal she filled me with desire, need, and with a sense of purpose.
Then the door to my office opened and Susan walked in, carrying a series of Manila folders. She looked into one of them so closely, she didn’t realize I was jerking myself off right in front of her.
“Sir, I compiled the list of primaries that we will need for next month considering the increased production and I think that some Sulf-”
Susan stopped as she noticed what I was doing. She stared directly at my crotch for a solid five seconds, words seeming to fall out of her head. I hated the interruption and wanted to make her pay for the unexpected visit. For those five seconds, I continued to move my hand while staring at Susan. Finally, her eyes moved up, she caught my gaze and turned around, blushing. That was enough for me to realize what I was doing. I stopped, cooling my temporary insanity. Susan had alwaysbeen a loyal friend and trusted partner. I chided myself for disrespecting her.
“Sir!”
