“Please milk me,” I beg. My chest heaves as I plead desperately for the sweet release of a milking.
Without requiring any more urging, cowboy Kale thrusts his head forward and wraps his lips around one of my firm pink nipples.
He sucks. Oh, god, does he suck intensely at my tit.
“Oh, yes,” an enthusiastic moan escapes from my mouth as I reach down to slide my fingers over my throbbing clit.
I push my fingers down in short strokes, rubbing my wet arousal over the sensitive surface of my sex.
“Suck that tit cowboy,” I growl out my passion, feeling like my usual feisty self as my long brown curls fall in front of my face and I whip my head forward with pleasure.
At first, Kale follows my urgings and sucks harder, but then he allows my nipple to fall from his lips.
Suddenly, something happens that has never occurred in any of my previous virtual reality milking sessions.
I’m flying.
I’m not floating. Long white wings have sprouted from my upper back and are lifting me, causing my body to fly upwards into the sky.
I’m flying.
Correction – we’re flying. My cowboy and I are flying up and over the barn and the fields where the cows are grazing. The view is breathtaking. It’s the most beautiful lush, green landscape I’ve ever witnessed. I’m in heaven.
Kale is still holding me securely in his arms even though we’re both soaring through the clouds with our wings spread wide.
Without warning, he dips his head down and devours both my breasts. With swift motions, he sweeps his head from side to side, flicking his tongue rapidly over the tips of each of my oversensitive nipples. I cry out in bliss as my chest muscles twitch with pleasure from his expert stimulation.
Next, he chooses one tit and focuses in on it. He begins by sweeping his tongue under the tight bud and licking. He licks up the full length of my tightly pebbled nipple then circles his tongue down around the firm nub as he sucks his way back down to its base. He takes the soft pillow of my sensitive breast inside his mouth and squeezes.
God, his mouth feels divine wrapped around my breast.
I clench my pussy’s inner walls. They tighten and pulse as I give in to the pleasure his tongue is licking into my tit. My core quivers and shakes. The sensation is jolting, but in a blissful way.
Even though we’re flying together aimlessly across the bright morning sky, I still have my finger pushed firmly against my clit. I press down hard and rub my sex insistently, giving my body over to sensations of pure bliss.
I need this. I need the pleasure that’s exploding inside of my pussy right now. It’s an ecstasy that’s enhanced by the lapping of Kale’s tongue against the stiff peaks of my nipples.
I need him to begin suckling me soon. I need Kale to flatten his tongue against the underside of my breast and suck. I need him to lick and suck down my creamy milk until he drinks me dry.
I need sweet relief.
Thoughts of having my breasts drained of their cream trigger my let down reflex. And I feel my milk begin to flow as Kale continues to rhythmically slide his tongue along the soft underside of my left breast.
That’s it cowboy. Do it. Suck on my milky titty.
My dirty thoughts make my cheeks blush fire red and set the inner walls of my hot core to convulsing in pleasure again.
The warm suction of his mouth is beginning to pull the cream right out of my nipple.
It’s always a curious sensation, feeling that first release of milk. My chest muscles twitch then jump as my flow begins. The sensation is jarring at first and I gasp. But within seconds I moan as I feel the sweet, pleasurable release of warm milk flowing smoothly from my breast into my cowboy’s mouth.
I’m mewling now. This feels so damn good. Kale’s warm, wet mouth wrapped gently around my nipple is the softest, sweetest pleasure I’ve ever experienced. I’m in hucow heaven.
Chapter 5
My chest feels weightless.
So, I breathe in deep, enjoying the ease with which I can fill my lungs full of air. The air up here in the clouds breathes in crisp and cool. Its flavor is refreshing in my mouth – like the sweet iciness of melting snow cones.
Cowboy Kale and I are still flying through the air. We’re both swimming amongst this earth farm’s white fluffy clouds. Our bodies are weightless, yet pressed up firmly against each other while my cowboy continues to suckle at my breast.
I don’t know how long he’s been nursing for, but I would guesstimate it’s been nearly half an hour. My ease of breathing tells me that both of my breasts have been fully drained of their creamy bounty.
And yet, Kale’s mouth is still sucking tenderly at my left breast.
I’m surprised that at this point in the milking process the virtual reality scene is so calm and serene. I don’t feel any of the pulling or tugging sensations that typically accompany this stage of the milking ritual.
Usually, cowboy Kale’s mouth would be vigorously sucking at my breasts right now. Or his teeth would be nibbling at my nipples and his hands would be squeezing me firmly in an attempt to pull every last drop of milk from my tingling bosom.
I breathe deeply again. This gentle milking feels…divine. It’s soothing. I could almost fall asleep, I feel so relaxed.
Cowboy Kale releases his suction on my breast and drops my nipple from his mouth. I yawn and stretch my arms above my head, contented to have enjoyed several orgasms as well as experienced the pleasure of having both of my breasts emptied so completely.
I blink, my eyes ready to leave the virtual world behind and return to the real one.
Suddenly and expectedly cowboy Kale is gone.
But unexpectedly and without warning two other cowboys replace him. And these men have angry faces – scowling faces that I don’t recognize.
“We’re here to milk you Tita,” they growl.
“Um, sorry, but you both have the wrong hucow,” I answer the two hissing men. “I’m Aurora, not Tita. You men are trying to milk the wrong lady.”
“No, we have the right cow,” the brown-haired cowboy insists and then pushes his open mouth forward and onto my exposed pink nipple.
The blonde cowboy accompanying him latches onto my other tit, and soon both men’s mouths are clamping down tightly on each of my nipples.
“Ouch!” I scream from the pain of being sucked on so forcefully.
As the two men tighten their suction on my screaming hot nipples, I feel a burst of hormones flood into my bloodstream. The sudden spike in my hormonal levels sends my heart thumping against my ribs and drives my entire body to shake and tremble uncontrollably.
My tongue wags from side to side inside of my mouth. And the tips of my fingers and toes tingle and burn as my arms and legs flail wildly in mid-air.
The intensity of my body’s shaking is too strong. And I feel as though my limbs will break from the rough treatment this virtual reality milking machine is inflicting on me.
Something is wrong. My breast pump is malfunctioning. It’s never happened before and I’m afraid.
No, I’m terrified.
What if this contraption squeezes off my nipples or shakes me to death?
“Help!” I hear myself shout out loud, pleading for the assistance of the artificial intelligence in my living quarters that is supposed to ensure my milking experience is 100% safe.
My mind races. What can I do to save myself? How can I free my body from this death trap milking machine?
Then it dons on me. I shouldn’t even be having the thought that I’m strapped into a malfunctioning milking machine. My mind should be fully immersed inside the virtual reality fantasy world. Something is very, very wrong.
“Help!” I scream again, and the shaking of my body stops. But, the two virtual cowboys who are sucking the life out of my tits remain.
“Please help me!” I shout, but there’s still no response from the outside world.
My breasts burn. I feel nibbling followed by a pinc
hing, biting sensation at the base of both nipples.
“Help!” I scream with the full strength of my lungs before I pass out from an excruciating squeezing pain that seizes both of my abused breasts then plunges them into a pit of molten hot magma.
Chapter 6
Her eyes popped open then she screamed.
“I can’t feel my chest! I can’t feel my breasts!” She shouted her words in quick succession.
I allowed her a moment to scream out her terror before gently parting my lips. Hopefully the words I intended to speak would comfort her. More than anything, I wanted to soothe away the terror of her milking ordeal.
“Aurora—” I spoke softly.
“Do I still have nipples?” She interrupted the speech I’d planned to deliver with a desperate question.
She panted her query while looking down at the thick layer of bandages wrapped tightly around her chest. Then she lifted her head up and stared at me, her eyes pleading with mine.
At that moment, I saw how much she relied on me to take care of her – to keep her safe. And I had failed her. I’d failed to put measures in place that would have prevented the milking machine from subjecting her to the painful ordeal she’d endured.
“Yes, you still have your nipples,” I answered her as calmly and directly as I could considering the circumstances.
I kept my fists clenched behind my back to hide the trembling of my hands from her vision. I didn’t want her to see how deeply this incident had shaken me. I’d almost lost the woman I love – and our two beloved children had almost lost their mother.
“We’ve kept you unconscious for a week—”
“Who’s looking after my babies?”
“They’re both with my father. He’s helping to look after them in the 24 hour daycare inside the local elders’ village—”
“That’s a relief,” she inhaled deeply. “I feel better knowing my babies are in the care of someone I know and trust.”
“You will have no permanent damage to your breasts—” My throat scratched dry and I struggled to speak as I did my best to try and alleviate any fears she might have about the injuries her body sustained.
“We’re sorry this happened to you, ku’u lei,” Napua took Aurora’s right hand in hers and squeezed. “One of the other Milkmaids was jealous that you had been chosen to tape this week’s promotional video. So, she sabotaged your milking machine. Needless to say, security has already escorted her off the planet. She’ll likely be spending the best years of her life on a prison satellite—”
“The artificial intelligence in your apartment that communicates with your breast pump saved your life – and your breasts,” Tita added as she paced back and forth at the side of her best friend’s hospital bed. “If Dr. Craig hadn’t required the extra redundancy in the safety protocols, the AI might not have been able to act swiftly enough to save you. We might have lost you. Oh sweetie, I’m so glad you’re safe.” Tita bent down and kissed Aurora’s cheek.
“Thank you for letting me know what happened,” Aurora tipped her chin to her best friend and her government handler, the rate of her speech slowing as her mind processed what had occurred.
“And thank you Dr. Craig for helping to save my life.”
Unexpectedly she grimaced as she crossed her arms tightly across her bandaged chest.
“Are you in pain?” I asked. And for the first time in years my cheeks reddened. They burnt hot with the fear that too much desperation for her comfort might be coming across in my voice and showing on my face.
This might be another first for me. I might be revealing my true feelings for Aurora, publically, for the first time today.
“No, I’m not in pain. I feel nothing.” She answered with heavy water pooling in her eyes.
“No offense Dr. Craig, but I don’t care if the AI in my living quarters helped saved my life. I refuse to ever use a virtual reality milking machine or a breast pump ever again. I don’t trust them anymore.” Aurora jutted out her plump lower lip in manner that made my pulse quicken. She crossed her arms even tighter across her bandaged chest.
“You won’t have to ever use a milking machine again,” I tried to speak the words as kindly as possible. “You were injured by milking equipment while in The Farm’s care. Your contract is now null and void, and the New Maui planetary government is releasing you from all of your Milkmaid duties. You are no longer a hucow. Sorry – sorry. I’m so sorry to have used that crude, old earth word to describe you, dear.”
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My hucow contract is null and void.
Thank goodness I never have to risk being tortured by another milking machine ever again.
“You’re free,” Napua smiled down at me as she grasped my right hand again and held it tightly inside her fingers’ firm, warm embrace. “You’re free to go home with your children and live the life you’ve always dreamt of.”
I’m free…to go home. The thought set an icy wind blowing across the surface of my skin. A chill overtook me and I shivered.
Where is my home? I’m no longer a Milkmaid, so I can’t stay in my quarters on The Farm. And I wouldn’t want to anyway. I don’t want to ever see that apartment again. I don’t want to be reminded of my painful ordeal with the sabotaged milking machine. And most of all, I don’t want to be constantly reminded of the five years I’ve spent living in the desperate isolation of forced sexual abstinence.
I can’t. No, I won’t ever go back to those living quarters again.
But the question remains— where will I live? I felt my lips turn down into a pained expression as I considered the answer to that question.
I’ve never had parents, or a sister. So, my best friend Tita is so much more to me than just a friend. She is the sister of my heart. And as my sister, she must have sensed that my mind was harboring sad thoughts.
First she growled then fisted thick chunks of her long wolf-brown milking skirt in her hands before speaking.
“No offense Napua, but while this behavior is typical of other planetary governments I never expected to see it here on New Maui.”
Napua continued to smile, but her eyes blazed angry as she angled her chin to the side to better listen to Tita speak.
“The government’s treatment of its first and most treasured Milkmaid is shameful. Now that she’s temporarily unable to take her hormones and pump her breast milk, this planet is finished with her. Her contract is over and she’s being banished from this pristine world. I have it on good authority that tomorrow morning the New Maui government is sending her back to the industrial hunk of space metal she was born on.”
“Planet of aloha, huh!” my best friend huffed. “This is more like the planet of broken promises!”
My already chilled body seized up, frozen with terror.
Were Tita’s accusations true? Tomorrow, will I be transported off this beautiful paradise planet? Am I really to be sent back to that cold metal wasteland I was born on – a used-up woman, doomed to live out the rest of her years alone, without the man she loves on a harsh, colorless, and loveless satellite?
What about my children? I can’t take them to that satellite with me. No, I refuse to steal them away from their loving island home to transport them to a satellite full of horrors. They were born here and are both full New Maui citizens. They have the right to stay here and enjoying living on the island home of their birth.
Maybe I can convince their father to save them.
I must make him agree to take them home with him.
I can’t think about myself right now. I have to devote what’s left of my dwindling brain power to convincing Dr. Craig to take our two children into his home. We both know they are his biological son and daughter. But, his admitting that isn’t what matters.
He doesn’t have to risk embarrassing himself or losing his position as medical director of The Farm by claiming Makoa or Kalei as his children publically. All he has to do is take our babies into his home, raise them with love and keep them safe fro
m harm.
Chapter 7
“Aurora doesn’t have to leave the planet. She has every right to stay here. She will continue to live on New Maui!” I spoke the words far more forcefully than I had intended to. But, I couldn’t help myself. I was angry – no, rageful that Tita had dared to speak aloud the hurtful and unfounded rumor that sweet, gentle Aurora was doomed to be deported off world.
It’s clear Tita’s rant has caused the hormones of terror to flood into Aurora’s system. She’s pretending to be brave, but her body is visibly shaking, shivering like she’s standing naked and all alone in the middle of an icy tundra.
But, she’s not all alone. Everyone in this room loves her and has got her back. She just doesn’t seem to know it. Nuff said? No, there could never be enough said about how much each of us loves her.
Although she’s blinking back her tears, I can see the intense fear hiding behind the pools of water that refuse to fall from her eyes.
She lifts her chin and gazes directly at me.
“Please don’t allow my children to be sent away.”
Her simple plea sounded out and the entire room fell silent. She spoke her words with deliberate steady strength that was in direct defiance of the relentless trembling of her body. We were all in such awe of the power of her love for her children that none of us dared part our lips to give her a response.
All this pain over a rumor that wasn’t even true.
Oh, Tita why couldn’t you have checked the facts before opening your mouth and causing the woman we both care about so much distress.
I was also furious when I first heard the rumor that Aurora was being sent away. So furious in fact that I stormed into Napua’s office and gave her a harsh talking too. But she assured me that the rumor about Aurora being deported was just that – a rumor. And she’s never lied to me once, so I believe her. She assured me that the planetary government has every intention of keeping its promise to grant full citizenship to Aurora and all of the other women once their hucow contracts are up.
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