Page 22 of Milk
“I always wanted to know what it was like to fuck a real cow. Guess I’ll find out now … and don’t even think of biting me. I’ll gut you and fuck your corpse. The boss may have put the bullet in that bitch Jen, but I was the one who had fun with her after. By the end, the only thing warm inside her was my cum.”
I felt my stomach turn, but fear kept me from biting down. My mind, seeking refuge, went straight into my past. The last man to force himself into my mouth; My father.
It happened while I was still tied in my bed after the exorcisms failed and before I was exiled to the basement. One night, my father came into my room and warned me not to yell as he wrapped his belt around my neck and forced me to do everything he wanted. He’d threatened to strangle me if I didn’t cooperate. The next night he showed up with my brother and had my brother do the same.
They took turns. And every other night, for months, these nightly visits continued. Every night my father reminded me that if I spoke about this to anyone, they wouldn’t believe me. He would kill me and no one would miss me. Then he blamed me and my demonic soul for tempting him into such sinful acts.
At first, I cried for hours while it happened and after. Even that part of me grew jaded. Soon, dissociation became my lifeline. It was all I could do while my father and my brother used my mouth. Why they never fucked me, I didn’t know. Perhapsthat was his way of trying to keep his soul somewhat pure. As if it ever had been.
Henderson wiped his cock on my hair before moving behind me and grabbing my ass. He spread my cheeks and forced his cock against my sex, as he said, “I bet you’re fat and loose like a proper cow. Let’s see if my cock will be enough or if I’ll need to shove my fist all the way in there like I do to inseminate my cows back on the farm.” He laughed, then he entered me.
I closed my eyes and tried to do what I did with my father. I tried to dissociate, to leave my body, but I couldn’t. I was all too aware of his bony old man hands grabbing-
A loud metallic clank with a crack like a whip echoed in the small room. Then a thud as something heavy fell into the hay. I felt a warm splatter across my back. From the corner of my eye, I saw Mr. Henderson’s head with a hole in the middle of the forehead. He was on the ground, limp, his eyes rolled up like he was staring at the hole. Then white boots stepped over his unblinking head, coming towards me.
“Itold you. I told all of you. Nobody touches her. She’s mine,” Carter snarled before giving Mr. Henderson’s body a harsh kick.
I couldn’t say I felt bad for the dead man. Sure, Carter had just murdered a man in cold blood, but a deep dark satisfaction swam through me. My pussy ached from Henderson’s relentless, brutal thrusts and my mouth tasted terrible – worse than any cum I’d ever had across my tongue. Now, even as his seed still warmed inside me, he was dead. He was fucking dead.
“C-Carter?” I called, pathetically.
I wasn’t sure if I was thankful, afraid, relieved or angry. Probably all of the above. Carter moved a stool and sat in front of me, reaching out to pet my hair and nod slowly.
“I’m sorry, my calf. I was busy with work. I told the farmhands to take good care of you since I wasn’t going to beable to visit for a while. I guess Henderson thought he could get away with things while I was busy.”
Carter spat towards Henderson’s body. I saw the disgust and anger in his eyes. His violence, open and raw, shocked me.
“Y-you killed him?”
“Of course I did. You’re mine. Nobody else touches you. Only me,” Carter said with a sense of finality.
I should have been terrified. Part of me was, but there was a part of me that was also extremely aroused. A primal part of me that knew Carter killedforme, killed to keep me, killed to protect me, and killed so everyone knew I was his. I belonged to Carter and only Carter. And knowledge filled me with a heat that was impossible to describe. My pussy was on fire and my stomach buzzed.
“I’m going to move you to my room, Tiffany. I can’t have this happen again. I need you close to me. Where I can watch you,” he said. He looked me over slowly. “To do so, I’ll need you to behave. To protect you, I need to be able to trust you. Do you understand?”
I felt the intensity of his words. His natural gravitas was always there, but now his voice was noticeably rougher, darker.
I nodded slowly. I would’ve promised anything, said anything to be taken out of isolation. Carter’s room sounded much more comfortable and, while I had promised to be good, it would also be much easier to plot out an escape from there. That was the reason I was accepting it, right?
“No. I want you to say it,” Carter told me stiffly.
“I-I will be good,” I said, slowly.
“You can do better. Convince me,” he demanded.
That intense voice and his authority made me shudder. At first, I thought I was shaking due to nervousness, but the wetness between my legs was not just Henderson’s cum. Carter’s voice and the way he looked at me, focused on me, turned meon like crazy. My legs felt weak and a tremble snaked down my spine.
“I’ll be your good c-calf, Carter. I will behave, I promise,” I said.
I should’ve felt humiliated. I should have felt anger. While those feelings were present, my arousal and relief doused the negative. It was easy to surrender to his will, like all the weight on my shoulders rolled off. I could live in this state, the bliss of not having a choice, of knowing I’m being good.
“My good calf,” Carter said, moving to help me out of the contraption. As he leaned forward, his lips brushed my ear. He whispered, “mine.”
I couldn’t help but shudder and moan. As I trembled, the bell around my neck rang. It meant I couldn’t hide my reaction, I was exposed. Ashamed and pleased that he knew. I felt guilty that I could enjoy anything in the wake of being assaulted by Henderson, but the bell made it obvious.
Carter escorted me out of the isolated stall and as soon as I left it, I saw the two guards waiting outside to walk along with us. Carter had likely brought them along to help him search the facility. To search for me.
He explained, on the way, how Henderson had moved me without telling anyone, likely to fulfill some creepy fantasy or vendetta. The facility was a labyrinth and it had been hard to locate me without the proper paperwork, but he left no stone unturned.
