Now His Milk Cow (A Lactation Fantasy)

by Bennet, Ashley K.

  He responded with one word, “No.”

  Then he left the room. Clara kept holding her breath, thinking he would come back in a matter of seconds. He had to return. He had to come back and let her come. Her breathing turned into sharpened gasps as she fought to stay in control of herself. She needed to come, yet the vibrator kept going at its steady rhythm, a tight dance that excited her but didn’t allow her to reach that final point of culmination.

  Clara tried to stay quiet, but then the first whimper escaped her mouth, and she couldn’t do anything but groan and moan after that. She kept hoping he would come back. It might have been seconds, yet it felt more like hours or days. She started to wiggle and writhe more.

  The cowgirl threw her legs from side to side, hoping that maybe she could force the vibrator in a little tighter. She clutched her legs together. It didn’t matter. The device had been perfectly sized to elicit ravenous desire without allowing for the completion she so badly needed.

  If only she could touch herself! Clara had never wanted anything so badly. In the time since Eric left, she became nothing but a flood of arousal and longing. She needed it. She needed to come like nothing else. If only he were there, she could have begged. She would have offered up anything and everything she had to please her Master. Clara worked the restraints, but they kept her trapped. She threw her legs from side to side. She twisted about as much as she could, but it didn’t matter.

  The door opened again, Clara lifted her head, and she found Rachel standing there. Eric’s sister cocked her head to one side and smirked. “If I let you up, will you be a good little cowgirl?”

  “Will I get to come?”

  “Maybe,” Rachel teased, but this was Clara’s only shot.

  “I’ll be good! Okay? I’ll be good!” she said.

  “You will,” Rachel said with a smug grin. Then she said, “Off.”

  The vibrating ceased, but Clara didn’t notice for several seconds. She twitched and shook, little spasms of unrelenting desire rocking through her system. Rachel went ahead and unclipped the shackles.

  “Don’t do it,” Rachel ordered. Clara couldn’t help but blush sheepishly because her first instinct had been to reach down between her legs. Sure, the chastity belt would block out most of her touch, yet it seemed as though she could do something. She felt like she had been given a hair trigger. It would only take a little more force or friction to let her reach that point of climax.

  “Please?” Clara whimpered, throwing her head back down against the tabletop. She didn’t think Eric’s sister would let her, but Clara needed to try anyway.

  Rachel watched Clara as the poor little cowgirl looked so utterly pathetic. She might have come to the estate as a professional young woman, but now she had been reduced to begging for orgasms. “Alright,” Rachel finally allowed. “You can try to touch yourself.”

  Sacrificing any pretense of dignity, Clara’s hand shot down to the spot between her legs. She pressed down into the leather, but she couldn’t feel it. Somehow, the chastity belt really could prevent her from touching herself, from making the friction and pressure trigger her orgasm.

  “Sorry,” Rachel said with a knowingly cruel grin. “I guess you’ll just have to beg.”

  “Please, I’ll do anything,” she said, snapping her head back up.

  “On your hands and knees. We’re going for a little walk.” Immediately, Clara got back onto the floor, then into her position as the family cow. Rachel leaned down and said, “There’s going to be a little demonstration now. If you’re good, I promise you’ll get to come. If you embarrass me or my brother, you’ll be in a lot of trouble. Understand?”

  Clara nodded fervently.

  Attaching the leash like usual, Rachel led Clara back through the house. Having never been this aroused before, Clara couldn’t really pay attention to their destination or direction. The world floated around her. She followed Rachel, keeping her eyes on the girl’s legs and thighs as they moved from one room to the next.

  Completely distracted, she crawled into another room. The carpet changed in color, going from beige to a business-like dark blue. Clara expected another table, maybe another milk pump.

  Her hormone soaked brain registered voices. Men’s voices. Clara looked up and saw Eric chatting with several men. She quickly counted four of them before darting her gaze back at the floor. Even then, it was too late and raw humiliation pumped through her veins. She had gotten used to Eric and his sister witnessing her new status. She never imagined Eric would bring someone else into this.

  He smiled and waved at her as the others stopped, clearly stunned.

  Eric raised his voice for everyone to hear. “This is Clara, the girl I was telling you about. Today, you will witness what the effects of the drug actually are. Gentlemen, please have a seat.”

  Risking another glance upward, Clara realized this room was mostly empty. It had a St. Andrew’s cross, a small, closed chest, and five chairs arranged in a semi-circle. Clara didn’t need to wonder who would end up on the cross, spread bare for the inspection of these men.

  Rachel crouched down beside the moocow, “Misbehave and you’ll be in a lot of trouble. Remember?”

  Clara turned to the other girl. She wanted to protest or say this was unfair. They hadn’t muzzled her, yet Clara remained utterly silent. Finally, she nodded because one word from this girl could shock her or send her back into the aroused haze of desperation. They had her. They owned her. Clara could only hope this wouldn’t be as shameful as she imagined.

  “Here, girl,” Eric said and patted his thigh. At the same time, Rachel gave Clara’s bottom a little slap, not enough to be audible, but plenty to remind Clara that they could use her however they wished.

  The cow trotted across the room. “On your knees,” he ordered, and again, Clara obeyed without question. Then he told her to stand, and she did that too. For a moment, she wondered why he bothered with the awkward commands until her gaze slipped back to the men. They all wore suits, and they nodded with each one of her orders. Eric was putting a show on for these men.

  “Arms up, legs spread, against the cross,” he commanded. Clara scrambled to obey, though this time she redoubled her efforts to look in any direction but at the men. Their reactions seemed to alternate between confused and bemused. They had this woman who was clearly obedient, yet such compliance went against everything women insisted on.

  Eric turned back to the potential investors, “She has been trained. The drug, aside from making for some rather incredible and delicious lactation, also inspires a certain degree of arousal which can then be used to ensure the best behaviors.” He spoke like a salesman or scientist. In either case, his audience nodded along appreciatively.

  For her part, Clara didn’t speak. She didn’t know what to say. Even if she had been inclined to make a sound, what could she tell them? She had agreed to this, after all.

  “Rachel,” Eric said. As if she had been waiting for the command, his sister darted across the room and nudged Clara up against the cross’s sturdy wood. Then she started the process of shackling the cowgirl. First, the wrist cuffs went on, and then her ankles were locked. While Clara was restrained, Eric discussed some of the science involved in turning a woman into a horny cow ready to be milked at a moment’s notice.

  He turned back and flashed Clara a smile. For the briefest of instants, she tried to plead to him. Please, don’t make me into a cow. Please, don’t milk me in front of these strangers. He replied by broadening his smile and speaking one word, “On.”

  The vibrator in her chastity belt came to life, thrumming a steady stream of pleasure. The sensations coursed through her skin, but they affected her clit the most. Within seconds, Clara felt her concentration and focus start to break apart. She never got her orgasm, and now the pent-up yearnings came back with even greater ferocity.

  Clara’s lips came apart, but she didn’t dare make a sound, not without permission. “Would you like to come?” asked her captor and
former colleague.

  “Yes,” she muttered.

  “Sorry. What was that? You’ll have to speak up,” he said and theatrically held his cupped hand against his ear. “Come on, little cowgirl. You can do better than that.”

  Clara flushed bright red again, but she cleared her throat and said, “Yes. Please, I want to come.”

  “What happens after that? Please, explain it to our guests.” He leaned a little closer, “And remember to make eye contact.” He kept that second part low enough so that only Clara heard.

  She lifted her chin from her sternum and met the stares of the men in front of her. She licked her lips and said, “Please, I really want to come. I need to.” Her eyes rolled back for a moment as she felt the excitement build. It seemed as though she might explode. Of course, Clara understood that was impossible, but the desire coiled through her like a spring ready to jump at any second.

  “She wants an orgasm. Should we let her?” Eric asked.

  Various catcalls answered. One guy called out, “Sure!” Someone else said, “Absolutely!” Clara hoped this would be the worst, most degrading part of the demonstration.

  It wasn’t.

  “Would someone like to help her?”

  Clara couldn’t believe he just asked that. She didn’t speak, nor did she shake her head, yet her heart thundered as she wiggled from side to side. At this point, Clara didn’t really try to get away from the shackles. Her struggles had become entirely reflexive, something she did without thinking.

  One man raised his hand, and Eric motioned for him to come on up. The investor sauntered over to her and grinned. “Don’t be shy,” Eric told him. “Get a feel for the girl. See how she reacts, how she responds. I can guarantee that my compound will have the same effect on any female.”

  Clara glowered back at her captor, but then her body tensed up because the man in the suit reached out and touched the back of his knuckles to her collarbone. After the thrumming and teasing of the vibrator as well as Eric’s touch, this man’s touch felt positively electric. She couldn’t help it. Her nerve receptors practically sang at the way he stroked her and lowered his hand down her chest to her breasts.

  “Get a good feel.”

  The man obliged, palming her breasts. In spite of herself, Clara let out a little gasp of pleasure. Everyone noticed, Eric included, and he encouraged the man, “C’mon. See if you can get her to make something louder.”

  Clara’s breasts were squeezed harder, and she felt the yearning sear through her all over again. She wanted to come. She needed it. She would have done anything for it. Now, when her chains rattled, the movements came from her bucking against the straps.

  This stranger kept teasing her. All the while, Eric prompted him. He told him to feel her bush, to enjoy the smooth texture of her skin. Clara would have been mortified if she could have thought more clearly.

  His hand slid down her taut stomach and abdomen, down to her pubis. He stroked her slit, and she gasped, desperate and eager. She would have done anything for him. He smiled at her and said something about how Eric really knew how to train them. Her captor chuckled from behind Clara.

  “Do you want to be milked?”

  “Yes,” she said automatically.

  “Do you want to feel his man suckle from your ripe breasts?” Eric taunted her. He was going to make her ask for it and beg for it.

  “Yes, please,” she said.

  “You heard her,” Eric said.

  The man stroked her, slipping his fingers inside of her. Clara had never been felt so horny or violated. The emotions battled for dominance, but after so much conditioning, she couldn’t really process anything more than the need to climax. The man pressed two fingers into her slit. It took less than a second for her juices to complete coat his digits, not that he seemed to mind.

  He leaned in and touched his mouth to her breast. His lips clamped onto her nipple. A rush of pleasure pulsated through Clara as his fingers and mouth and tongue worked together. At the same time, she could feel the dribble of milk start to flow from her duct.

  Eric motioned for someone else to join in. At first, there weren’t any takers until one of the younger investors decided the experience might be worth it. He came up, turned around and held his hands up like a champ accepting his title.

  Clara grimaced, but then the extra set of lips locked onto her free nipple. Suddenly, she had four hands and two mouths suckling from her tits. She writhed and moaned, her shuddering open and shut as they had their pleasures.

  It went on and on. At one point, Clara managed enough cognizance to peek over at Eric. He waved at her, and she brightened with another level of shame. No matter how much she might protest or lie, everyone in this room understood two things. First, he had reduced her to the status of a bovine. It became truth as these men licked and drank her milk. Second, she liked it.

  The swirls of desire clicked together, reaching new heights of joy and glee. It felt so good. Clara couldn’t even find the words to really describe this type of pleasure. She couldn’t imagine anything making her feel like this. The humiliation and shame didn’t weigh much in comparison.

  With the first man’s fingers pummeling her, sliding in and out, two at a time, Clara her excitement rage through her like a forest fire. Her skin prickled with heat and the nape of her neck damped with droplets of sweat as she moaned and felt these two men milk her with their mouths.

  The orgasm finally came. She bucked forward and back, embracing the sensation. Clara no longer cared about who these men were or how many others witnessed her debasement. The whole world could have been watching, yet she wouldn’t have cared. The only important face of her life became the climax as her nervous system cried out. She tensed up, her slit going near rigid as the orgasm rocked through her.

  The please came like nothing she had ever experienced.

  Finally, her body relaxed, the climax finished, and she slumped down. Clara opened her eyes again and managed to look at Eric. He smiled and nodded. It was an acknowledgement. He knew how she felt. Her shame intensified again as she wished she might get swallowed up by a pit or a conveniently placed black hole.

  Satisfied, the first guy stepped back, wiped his arm across his mouth, straightened his shirt, and went back to his seat. He took his place with his fellow investors as though nothing strange or unusual had happened. Moments later, his comrade did the same, though he took the time to pinch Clara on the cheek.

  “Thanks,” he said and winked at her.

  “Is there anything else anyone else would like to see?” Eric asked the assembled men. They all glanced at one another, some grinning, others impassive, but they all seemed very impressed. And why not? This new compound could make a great deal of money.

  “Alright then, we can discuss the terms,” Eric said, “In the meantime, would you give our volunteer a hand? She’s been such a good sport about all of this.” The men stood up as one, some whistling, all clapping.

  Clara did her best to ignore them. She failed because she knew the truth. Little by little, Eric was turning her into his milk cow. She had less than twenty-four hours left as his chattel, yet even that might be too much.

  Head down, Clara couldn’t bear to meet the stares of Eric or any of the men in the room. When Rachel unlatched her shackles, Clara fell down onto her hands and knees, eager to attract as little attention as possible. It didn’t matter. The men watched her, still amazed at how easily this young woman had been subjugated.

  Of course, Clara didn’t know about the presentation before she crawled into the room. She had no idea Eric had talked about her accomplishments in school and at work or how she had been independent.

  None of that mattered now. He had her.

  Rachel walked the cowgirl through the house, but she took her to the washroom a few doors down from her room. There, Rachel ordered Clara into the tub. Silent, she obeyed, too defeated to really think.

  Some part of her kept thinking the last few minutes had to be some sor
t of dream. It couldn’t have been real. She wasn’t just milked. Two men didn’t just suckle her breasts. They hadn’t held her up naked as an example of how easily females could be turned into human animals.

  The water came on, a hot jet that helped relax Clara’s sore muscles. The forced orgasm made her shiver with remembered pleasure and humiliation. Since coming to the estate, she had grown completely used to Rachel. The younger woman had become a fixture in Clara’s psyche, as though it were natural for her to see Clara naked, to order her about, to use her and play with her like a toy.

  Rachel took some soap, built up a thick lather, and washed off Clara, one part at a time. She started with the girl’s back, then worked over her swollen breasts. Although she had been milked only minutes before, she had already started to enlarge. It might be a couple hours, but before too long, Clara would need to be milked again.

  “You’re starting to like it, aren’t you?” asked Eric’s sister.

  Clara wanted to pretend she didn’t know what the other girl meant, yet lying seemed like a bad idea. Besides, it had been a while since anyone had spoken to her like a thinking woman. She couldn’t let the opportunity pass.

  “I’m not sure.”

  “I think you like this. I think you’re starting to feel that you belong on your hands and knees, ready to be used and milked.”

  “No,” Clara tried to say. Her voice wavered, and even she couldn’t believe what she said. “I don’t like this. I don’t.” Clara couldn’t tell who she wanted to convince, Rachel or herself.

  Rachel gathered up some more lather and rubbed it down Clara’s neck, shoulders, biceps, and forearms. She had soft hands and worked gently, helping the little cowgirl relax. This felt really nice, which only gave Clara more time to think about the last day and a half.

  Did she like it?

  “What would you do if my brother offered you the chance to live here?”

  “You’d want me to be a cow.”

  “That’s right,” Rachel confirmed without blinking. She made it sound as though this sort of arrangement could be completely natural, if not downright rational. "You could be a happy little moo cow. Think about it. Do you really like the stress of being an actual person? Do you like dealing with taxes and work in stupid people? Wouldn't it just be easier to stay here as a pet? I've seen how much you like it. You can't deny that part."