Page 19 of Milk
“Tell them to tranq the other one too. Then bring her to me,” I commanded.
“Jen, sir?”
“Yes.”
As Jen got up from the ground, she touched her neck, feeling the sting of the tiny dart. She let out a little whine before collapsing again.
“I’ll be at the Bullpen. Bring her to me there,” I instructed.
I walked out of the security room and into the depths of the facility. I stepped into an area Susan had tenderly dubbed ‘the labyrinth.’ As I walked into the laboratory at the core of the labyrinth, I saw him.
The bull. His face was hidden by the mask feeding him mutagenic gas and his hands and feet were clamped, keeping him spread open like the Vitruvian man on our little round contraption. His muscles bulged, veins pressing against the skin of his arms, and he roared in animal fury inside the mask. His voice came deep and muffled from within.
I walked closer. His body was entirely hairless, a side effect of the drugs, but it didn’t bother me. It made it easier to see the progress as his muscle tone, his intensity, his cock - it all changed. My attention went to his cock. Even in its flaccid state, it seemed swollen and engorged. I had always been a shower and enjoyed making other men feel inadequate by walking around locker rooms exposed. Compared to this bull, even my package would appear small. Seeing him like this ignited a satisfied fascination. We achieved this with science. I reached out to grab his soft cock and lift it, feeling how heavy it was in my palm. Studying the now swollen, bulging shaft made me nod in approval before I looked at his dark heavy balls hanging. I inspect his testicles as I would do for any breeding stallion.
“The size is … concerning,” I told one of the scientists working on them. “Are these functional?”
“We believe so, sir. Sperm activity is high, but we haven’t tried a natural release yet.”
The bull roared, his cock hardening in my hand. My own hardened in response, not in arousal towards the bull, but in a power-intoxicated trance. I squeezed his member and felt it twitch in response. The beast rocked violently against his bindings, thrusting his hardening dick in my general direction. He was hoping to find some random floating pussy to claim. I walked back, smiling as I sensed the bull’s frustration.
Then the door opened and a guard brought in Jen, who was just now starting to open her eyes.
“Well,” I spoke to the scientist as she looked at me and the bull, confused. “Seems we are about to test that.”
Jen was confused, but that wouldn’t last long. I pointed at the bull’s massive, hard cock. She stared with greedy lust, but tried to hide it. It was a vain effort, her desire was as naked as she was.
“Suck him off. Don’t swallow,” I commanded.
She gulped, nodded, and stood up to move towards the Bull. I placed my hand on her shoulder and shoved her down to her knees again.
“No. On your knees. Crawl,” I ordered.
Jen nodded, confused and a little scared, but still visibly excited. I couldn’t blame her. Whatever a woman looked for in a man, the bull had. His member was twitching with bulging veins. His balls were heavy and a masculine musk exuded from him. He was basically an aphrodisiac to women. I adjusted myself through my pants, feeling an echo of desire.
Jen took the huge cock in her hands and appraised it for a moment. The bull roared and thrusted blindly into the air, furiously. He calmed down as she stroked him, then she brought her mouth to the head of his cock. The tip barely fit inside, herjaw opening almost to the point of disjointing to accommodate the massive girth. Jen made a disgusting choking and gagging sound, before sinking deeper and deeper onto his over-sized cock. Watching her struggle to take even a quarter of the bull in front of her filled me with a lust for control that waved through me and throbbed in my dick.
She deserved some credit. The sheer size difference between her and the bull had me questioning if traditional mating would be possible at all. I rubbed my chin in thought, trying to figure out if artificial insemination would be the best option. Jen glanced at me, then pushed herself further. She bobbed her head up and down, drooling all over the twitching and pulsing cock as she tried to make it possible to take more. The effort caused her neck to swell, her face turned red as she struggled to breathe, and tears gathered in the corner of her eyes. The guards around me watched with shocked awe. The bull roared and fucked Jen’s throat mercilessly.
The beast had been tied and pumped full of hormones until this moment. Despite his obvious single-minded focus, he’d been denied release constantly. I wasn’t too surprised that her choking and gagging was close to pushing him over the edge. His belly tightened, he let out a roar that threatened to deafen us all, then surged forward, his thrusts shallowing engorged. The sound of cum sloshing down Jen’s throat, bubbling and foaming through the corners of her mouth, filled the room as the beast panted and trembled.
Jen, obediently, didn’t swallow. No, I was sure she swallowed some, but considering the sheer volume she was working with, she did her best to keep some as I’d ordered.
“Show me,” I demanded.
Slowly, Jen turned and opened her mouth to show me the cum collected on her tongue. Her eyes went wide as she saw the barrel of my silenced pistol. Some of the cum-saliva mixturerolled over her tongue and along her chin, dripping on the floor. She stared at the silencer, then slowly lifted her eyes to me in question.
“You are a disgusting whore,” I told her.
I fired. A red mist heavy with white fragments burst from the back of her skull before she fell to the floor, her mouth open, letting cum leak into the pool of blood under her head. I removed the silencer again without hesitation or comment. Then it hit me.
The memory. The smell of gunpowder. Those women. Those poor mutated women. Panicked mooing one second cut down by the sound of my suppressed gun going off. The echoing reverb of each shot working up my arm and filling my head. After that, absolute silence.
My chest tightened, my ears filled with a hollow ringing that came when someone searched for a sound in a profound silence. Firing a gun was as natural as shaking a hand. I’d killed nearly as often as I introduced myself. It didn’t get ‘easier’ the way it was supposed to. The gunpowder, the sprays of blood, they multiplied until the weight of each final breath tried to bury me under the carnage. I was heavy and dirty, unable to wash my hands, my face, my memories enough.
“Carter?”
I turned, spotting Susan entering the laboratory. She carried a few documents in one hand and a coffee in the other. She stood there, looking at the bull’s cock dripping drool and pre-cum on the floor, inches away from Jen’s bloodied head.
