Milk and Paradise Pt. 02
But she began to find joy in her life.
How could she not? Everything was taken care of. She enjoyed fresh air and socialization that wasnt muddled by the vapidity of human women. No betrayals. No bitching and complaining. Just friendships, naked bodies, and orgasms.
One thing she seemed to enjoy was Jeb, whcih surprised her. All the good cows seemed to like him more than usual, his petty shooting of that errant female on the first day long forgiven. After all, it was her fault she ran, he told her not to.
He came by every morning to feed her. Her mouth kept gaping by the ring between her teeth, Jeb always sucked her lips to moisten them as long as she made him laugh. She found that saving her morning urination for him made him most happy.
It was still dark outside when Jeb came to her stall with the feeding tube. Her eyes brightened as she stuck her tongue out and squatted on her feet, grasping the middle bar of the gate in front of her. A hot stream of urine sprayed from her cunt, tinkling against the metal grate in front of her. Her pussy flexed and clenched as she pushed out every bit of piss she could manage.
A chuckle and he stooped, running his tongue from one corner of her mouth around in the wide circle, before spitting deep against the back of her outstretched tongue. "No shame anymore, have you, heiffer?" he stroked under her jawline and shoved the feeding nozzle down her throat, making it buldge. Squeezing the nozzle, she felt the foul goop make her stomach bloat. And she managed not to gag as he pulled it out, letting the thick strings of saliva fling from her mouth and dangle down her chin, hanging against her breast.
Then the handler with a scrub brush and hose followed.
They weren't often bathed by hand. Lassy thought about what this special occasion could be. Only a handful of them were chosen. It must be a special event.
An hour after being bathed, Jeb came along to collect five of his stock. He confidently opened each of their gates, knowing they were trained and broken enough to follow his lead. The cows trampled after him with an eagerness to please; everyone liked Jeb. He was cute. But Lassy knew she was his favorite. Thats why he kissed her and not the other girls every morning. And they knew it; as much as they scrambled and jostled to be close to him, Lassy crawled by his right side.
Each cow was led to a wagon, which transported them to a truck. Each was chained by their nose rings to a bar bolted to the floor, forcing them to lay down side by side. Then they all looked over their shoulders as Jeb cleared his throat;
"Listen up ladies! you have each been selected as decor and entertainment for a party. Grade A Milkers will be displayed at the Luxury Bar; your milk will be made into Ice Cream. How exciting. Grade B Milkers will be displayed, providing fresh milk for the guests, or used as other forms of entertainment. The 3 of you who are not lactating yet will be assembled into a Centerpiece. Best behavior ladies. Punishment for disrespecting the Boss tonight will be severe. Those who behave may even be bred tonight. So, best behavior."
This party sounded quite exciting. The ride was long, but they were eventually unloaded and seperated. Lassie and 2 other cows where brought into a kitchen where they were beginning to be strapped into some sort of suspension. Each woman ended up with their legs totally spread, above their heads, ankles crossed with the female beside them. Their eager cunts and pulsing assholes were on total display. What looked like a grappling hook suspended between them, and Lassie soon found out that it was instead a 3 way anal hook with an extension that rested against her clit. Pain radiated up her spine as she was impaled and spread on this contraption. Each flex from the other ladies pulled on the hook, pulling at her rectum. Each pull of their leg pulled on her own. Her wrists were locked to the back if a collar that fitted around her neck.
With her back to two other women, hands folded behind her head and legs jutting into the air above her, a group of men lifted them all, and began to carry them into the Dining room. They were lifted and suspended just inches above the table like a flesh chandelier, but within reach of the seats closest to them.
The dining hall was empty. A party began outside the doors, and went on for what seemed like hours. Lassy had a horrid itch on her cunt, her twitching only serving to frustrate her partners.
Whoever designed this contraption was a genius however. As fatigued as they were, the girls had no problems with circulation or strain.
All of a sudden, after hours of nothing but squirming with her fellow cows, something changed, and drew a squeal from all three of them; the extension that touched against their cunts vibrated.
it was for all of one whole second, and then silence. A few minutes went by, and another, causing them to jump and groan.
This continued for awhile. But now the pauses between each buzz were more frequent. A minute between. 45 seconds. It was like a countdown which aimed to prepare their bodies. Now she could expect it. Buzzzzzzz - 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. Buzzzzzzz - 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. Buzzzzzzz and again. Her body prepared alright. Her clit and cunt contracted with the buzz and became alert and expecting, the next BUZZ causing a more and more intense reaction, causing all of them to jerk forward, but doing nothing but pulling on each other.
All of a sudden, doors opened and rich men filed into the room. They took their seats and seemed to not even notice their centerpiece. They simply talked around it.
BUZZZZZZZ. Lassie jumped and jerked, stretching her anus against the hook. The vibrator extension barely brushed her now straining and desperate clit, which stood at attention. She had to push forward on the anal hook to press her clit against the vibrator and wait for the 10 seconds. The girls had begun to sway now as their movements became more jerky.
1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6- AH! Lassie hadnt been prepared for an early treat. She grinned against her gag. Oh what a treat this was!
One second of vibration. One whole glorious second. Then nothing for one, two, three, four, fiv-- She was shaking in her bonds now. But she wouldnt be able to orgasm this way! She looked down at the men below her who were being served soup now. She could taste the steam on her tongue and drool began to drip down her chin. She licked the air, trying to beg the attention of an older white haired man in front of her. She felt the cream of her cunt begin to drip down her slit and wet her impaled asshole.
1. 2. 3. 4. 5. BUZZ. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. BUZZ. 1. 2. 3...
This continued as conversation did, their whines and moans joining the clinking of spoons and loud conversation and laughter around them. Eventually, she caught the attention of the older man in front of her. But he simply smirked. Then their bowls were removed and steak replaced them. The aroma made her eyes roll back in her head. She hadnt had solid food since before. Now...
Distracted by her longing, she didnt realize the shift in timing.
1. 2. 3. 4. BUZZ. Jesus fucking Christ! She let out a loud gutteral moan. The old man before her paid a bit more attention now. He reached forward and pressed the curve of his spoon just in front if her puckers asshole and dragged it upward, forcing it beteen the metal vibrator and her sopping cunt.
In a move that made her eyes roll in her head from sheer pleasure, he made a show of sucking her juices from his spoon. Then he reached forward with his hand. There was a click, and he seemed to have adjusted her vibrator so it pressed firmly against her clit. The vibrator at the end pressed tbe swollen nub back against her pelvis, and the delicate folds of her cunt blossomed around the slick metal sides of it. When the vibrator buzzed again, it sent her carreening towards the edge, her muscles spasming. And they didnt stop by time the 1. 2. 3. 4. counted down either. He send her into a near miss of an orgasm, not quite there but certainly trapped in its orbit. Her head Lulled and her eyes crossed. She was gaining more attention now. This perpetual state of non-orgasm continued until the plates were cleared. Pure white ice cream was placed before them and the rythm changed again. 1. 2. BUZZ. 1. 2. BUZZ. 1. 2. BUZZ.
All 3 heifers were jutting their hips in rythm, but the girls behind her seemed to have found their orgasm. Her whimpers became jarbled, her vision blurred, ans her tits bounced with each muscle spasm but still she could not.
"Please!" she moaned through her gag, uncaring of he consequences. "Please make me cum, please i need it!" her words were jarbled and weak.
Desert finished this way before Lassie got her wish. The Vibrator switched on right on schedule, but didnt turn off this time. For a moment as her body seemed to sieze, she thought she would continue to be denied. But then her body exploded. Fluid burst from her cunt as if it were shot from the cervix itself. It sprayed around the arm of the vibrator and drenched the tablecloth below her.
She woke facedown in this puddle she made, the buzzing still continuing on her clit. A new device was beind strapped in place around her waist, and her head lolled as another wave of orgasm rolled through her. She found herself spasming again, as if a siezure had taken hold of her body. And then the holy grail, as if from outside of her body she felt a man impale her on his cock. Her hips and knees locked into place, the rest of het body from arms to toes completley limp. her legs felt paralyzed by this continuous orgasm. A few fingers hooked in her gagged mouth and yanked her face, forcing her to look towards the line of men waiting to have their turn.
Her lips pressed against the ring gag to smile. This truly was paradise. Bless the Boss for taking her in. She thanked him desperately.
Lassie wasnt sure how many more times she lost consciousness. But she eventually woke on the floor of an abandoned dining room. Tremors and aftershocks continued to wrack her body. She was vaguely aware of Jeb lifting her quite easily ahd tossing her messy body over his shoulder. She could feel cold semen dripping down the back of her nee and down the arch of her foot.
She still could not feel her legs when they were all returned home. Jeb threw her over his shoulder again andncarried her throigh the halls. When they arrived, Jeb dropped her unceremoniously onto the floor and sat in the chair in front of the desk. Lassy knew she was in trouble. To garner sympathy by sticking her tongue out to him like she would do to beg for his kisses, but he simply ignored her. Thats when Boss entered.
"So Lassy. You broke the rules."
Lassy whimpered.
"You disappointed us."
Lassy lowered her head on her palms which lay flat on thr floor.
"You know speaking isnt for cows. When you pretend to be human, its insulting to the men who care for you."
"I think a few days in the pig pen will give you time to think about whether you want to continue to be an obedient cow. Do you want to be a pretty obediant cow?"
The question was aimed at her. "Of course you do. So a few days in the pig pen should give you time to think." He paused and looked over at Jeb. "Fill her and plug her too."
Lassy had never been subject to the pig pen before. But she has heard the whines coming from the grates covering the holes in the ground. They were told to piss on them sometimes, but instructed to never look down.
She whimpered as she was carried outside along the stone walking path that led between the two large barns. A stsble hand used a ceowbar to lift the heavy grate and she was laid on the ground, and instructed to dangle her feet into the hole. She sobbed into the dirt as her feet hung unto this wet and dark place, no bottom to be felt. Several minutes went by until stable hands arrived with equipment, jangling and clanging growing louder as thry arrived.
Jeb didnt speak a single word to her as he inserted a tube into her rectum. She whimpered with discomfort as cold water gushed into her rectum, making her jump. "What do you think, a gallon... Then we can plug her up and let her sit with it a few days."
Lassy wasnt sure what they were talking about, but the gushing feeling in her rectum was becoming bloating in her belly. It was becoming increasingly uncomfortable to lay on this hard ground. She squirmed, her arms folded under her chest. Her hips began to shift with discomfort.
Jeb lit a cigarette as he waited. Crouching down, he blew smoke into her face as he pulled the tube from her rectum, then stood up and pressed his boot down on her back.
Lassy let out a yell as she was forced to relieve herself, the liquid contents of her rectum exploding behind her into the hole and dripping down her legs. She whimpered, the pressure relieved. But he pushed the tube back in again. He continued to do this 3 more times until not much more than water sprayed from her body. When he put the tube back in this time, he filled her until she was whimpering, rocking, and felt as if she would burst. That was when he pulled a little piggy tail plug from his pocket and shoved it into her rectum.
They used the last of the water to hose her off, he removed her ring gag, and gripped her by her wrists. He pulled her upright so that she was dangling in front of him, halfway in the hole, her bloated belly jutting out like she was 4 months pregnant, looking up at him with fear. He lowered her down into the hole, and she gripped his hands tightly, shaking her head. She had worn the ring gag for so long that it was uncomfortable to close her mouth, but she tried begging. "Please dont leave me here!" Her words came out half formed. "Ill be good!"
Jeb glared down at her. "Pigs that speak go into the pig pen. Good cows get prize cow luxuries. Now let go of my hands."
She sobbed and released her grip on him. If he wanted to drop her like a dead weight he could. But her feet eventually stood upon a metal grate and he released her arms. The grate above her was replaced.
Lassy shifted in her hole. She could not lower her limbs, as the shaft was too narrow. she could feel a crosswind on her knees, which meant from mid calf down she stood in a horizontal tunnel that connected the pig pens. This also must be where the waste drains from the cow stalls ran. After only half an hour of standing on this lower grate, her feet began to ache, but there was no relief. This narrow shaft was too narrow for her to even lower her arms, let alone sit, or prop herself up in some other way.
After a few hours, she began to lose conciousness. But as the darkness fell, she could hear other sounds; squeaking and scratching came from below her, and she felt the occasional mice run over her feet. Needless to say, unless she was passing out from exhaustion, she wasnt getting much rest.
In the morning, she jolted awake when she heard Jebs voice. He was walking s few cows. Lassy whined to him, and even called out with a Moo as loud as she could muster. But he only heard the footsteps slow, and hot urine trickled down through the gate onto her hands and hair, and ran into her open mouth. Crying brought her back to sleep.
She wasnt awake when the grate was removed and Jeb grabbed her by her wrists, lifting her from the big pen. He crouched in front of her, slapping her face to rouse her. "Wake up Lassy. Come on." He rolled her onto her side and sat down on the dirt in front of her. "wakey wakey. Thats a good heifer."
She jolted awake and looked up at him, mewling in delight. He brought wipes with him and cleared the crust and grime from around her mouth and spat a thick glob of sliva onto her tonge. She grinned and closed her mouth around the prize, sucking on the treat. When it was gone and swallowed, she opened her mouth for more. "Greedy little cunt arent you?" She responsed by throwing her legs apart, wincing as her feet; lacerated from standing on tne grate, grazed the ground. "You got anything to say, cow?" He slapped her exposed cunt a few times. "Want to beg me? Want to talk?"
Lassy let out a gutteral mooing sound. She has clearly learned her lesson well.
"Do you want to go back in tbe hole and be a piggy or do you want to be a cow again?"
Lassy grinned as he showed her the ring gag she had been deprived of while she was in the pig pen. She barely managed to muster any energy to move but managed to lift her head eagerly towards the gag, opening her teeth wide so he could reinsert it like a desperate puppy.
Jeb smirked. "Looks like youve graduated from needing a gag to hold your tongue." He grasped her chin. "But if you break my trust, next time, you lose it."
She moaned from her throat, a clear mooing sound. He patted her cheek and hooked it with his finger, jerking her head to the side. She opened her mouth obediently and he spit against her tongue. She mewled in comfort. The hole was hell, but this man was her heaven.
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