In spite of everything I wanted to believe about myself, I dropped down onto my hands and knees, and I started crawling. I moved along on all fours, feeling the soft carpet beneath my palms. I crawled like an animal right to his feet. Then I stopped, my head bowed.
Eric reached down, touching the underside of my chin. "Jessica, you’re mine now. Since you were dumb enough to ring the bell, it has power over you. And I have power over it."
"What is this?"
"Magic," he said.
I laughed, hoping to rob him of some of his zeal. And yet, when I looked up at him again, Eric wasn't smiling. He had that same intense look etched into his handsome features. "I realize that you are a fairly simple girl. You just want to drink and party and have fun. You just want to buy pretty clothes. You really haven't explored much of the world. But that's okay. You don't need to, not anymore.”
"Magic isn't real," I said.
"Do you have any other explanation for what's happened? Do you have any other way to explain the fact that you can't get that bell off?"
Right away, I was about to insist that I could. After all, I put the stupid thing on. I could take it off. It was just a choker.
Immediately, I stretched out my elbows as I lifted up my hands, reaching my fingers toward the nape of my neck. I ran my fingertips over the soft leather as I searched for the buckle. One, two, three, four, five full seconds one by, and yet I couldn't find it!
The collar only spanned a few inches, and yet I still couldn't find the metal buckle. Where was it? I remembered very distinctly buckling this thing on.
"What's going on?"
"Magic," he said.
"This isn't possible I have to be able to get it off!"
"You can't," he said. "Not without your Master’s permission.” As he studied me, the skin around his eyes wrinkled with amusement. For him, this was delightful. For him, this was just fun.
"I don't have a Master.”
"I spanked you, I fucked you, and I made you moo. Now, if you're a very good girl, I'm going to help you with that pressure you're feeling deep within your body. That's what you want, isn't it?"
I swallowed, an audible sound that seemed to echo through the room. Yes, I needed that pressure to go away. I still couldn't explain it. I still couldn't really explain what was going on with me.
"Beg me."
Begging? Really?
At first, I thought I was going to tell him that I would never do something so degrading. After all, I was getting sick and tired of his heavy-handed attitude. He couldn't control me. I didn't care if he had a couple of parlor tricks which I couldn't explain. This had to end. Besides, just because he gave me some really good sex one time didn't mean I would give up on Tony…
I had it all planned out. I knew exactly what I was going to say. Then my lips started moving, and they seemed to run off with their own agenda. "Master, will you please tell me what I need to do? Please, Master, tell me how I can be a good slave for you. Please, I want to do anything you say. I want to be anything you decide. I swear, I will be a good girl for you please, Master!"
Pathetic desperation seemed to soak into every sound I made. Not only was I naked, but I also had my hands held together, like I was praying for intervention.
"Get up on the bed," Eric said.
I scampered to obey, still unable to explain away my little speech.
But then, he pounced on me, grabbing my hands and holding them above my head. For a second, I thought he was going to kiss me.
"Did that boyfriend of yours suck on your tits?”
"Yes."
"And did you lactate?"
I didn't want to respond. I didn't want to face the truth. I just couldn't!
"Answer me," Eric demanded.
With a puff of defeat, I replied, "Yes…”
“That’s because you're a cow, a stupid hucow.”
Hucow. For a second, I didn't understand what that word meant. Then some part of my brain clicked into place.
Hucow. Human cow.
Of course, I have heard that word used as an insult before. If you don't like a woman, you can call her a cow. It means she's dumb. It means she can’t think for herself. And yet, I swallowed just as Eric lowered himself down.
He wasn't going to kiss me. No, he was going to do something else.
He wrapped his lips around my nipple, and he started gently sucking on that bud. My breath caught in my throat, and I couldn't believe how good it felt. Not only that, I started to feel it, the flow of milk.
Yes, he was suckling. It shouldn't have been possible. I wasn't pregnant. And yet, I swallowed, and I felt the tension from the collar around my neck. It had to be this thing. Eric called it magical, but I still couldn't believe that.
"You like that, don't you?" Eric asked, breaking away.
I nodded my head quickly. "Yes!"
"That's because you need to be milked. That's because you're just a dirty animal now."
"No, that's not true!"
"Yes, it is. And that's why you're going to be a good girl for me. That's why you going to do anything and everything I say without question. Because if you don't, I'm not going to do this," he told me, lowering his head down once again. And as he started to suck, I felt it, the pressure started to dissipate, and it felt so good. Pleasure filled me up. I felt warm and happy. It was like I had finally found my purpose in life.
No! I fought against the bliss settling over my body. Seriously, I couldn't be a cow. I couldn't allow this man to train me as some kind of barnyard animal. I was better than that. I had to be better than that!
Eric kept going, sucking and drinking down the warm, creamy milk from my body.
And when he was done, he sat up. "You want more of that?"
"Yes!" I couldn't help myself. I couldn't even conceive of lying to him.
"Good. Then follow me."
He slid off of the bed, walking down the hall toward my spare bedroom.
When I scurried after him, I couldn't help myself. I dropped down on all fours again, and I chased after him, moving along like an animal down on the floor.
Finally, I made it to the other room, and then I saw it. Eric had cleared a space before I arrived. And there was something else waiting for me.
"Get in the crate, cow. I'm taking you home with me."
I looked up at him with big, dumb, cow eyes. But he just snapped his fingers, pointing to the box.
Once again, I couldn't explain my obedience. All I knew for certain was that I made my way into that box. He shut it, hiding me away in the darkness.
Only a little bit of light cut its way into the gloom of the crate. Air holes supplied oxygen along with those little beams of illumination. Eric pulled out his phone, he made a call, and he just said two words before hanging up again. "She's ready.”
Several minutes later, I heard my front door open. The crate started to move. I can only assume that someone had picked up the box. I kept wondering if I should call out, if I should tell these guys what was really going on.
What was really going on?
I didn't understand any of this, so I found myself blinking, almost like a deer caught in headlights. Only this didn't last a few seconds. No, it stretched on into minutes. I kept waiting for some brilliant idea to jump into my head. Normally, I dealt with life instinctively, operating on simple impulses.
But this? My body didn't know what to do.
Especially because it only took a few more minutes before that pressure resumed. It filled my breasts, and I knew that I needed to lactate again. I needed to be milked.
Damn it. That was such a degrading thought.
I was loaded onto a truck. We started driving. At first, I wondered where we were going. I hoped that it was going to be close.
It wasn't. I was driven far out of the city. At first, I figured it was only going to take a few minutes. But no, this journey seemed to go on for hours. I could feel the road beneath us. We were definitely on a freeway.
Eventually, the truck came to a stop. During the ride, I never got tired. I couldn't, not with that pressure niggling at the back of my mind.
The door to the truck rolled open again. Strong hands lifted my crate, and warm air seemed to flow in through the holes in my box. Again, I wondered if I should cry out for help. Then again, these people obviously worked for Eric.
But did they know what they were transporting? Did they know that there was a human girl in this box?
I should have said something. I should have demanded that they help me.
Instead, the carried my box for a few minutes. Then they lowered it down onto something soft, something that crunched. They walked away. I could hear their footsteps, and I knew that this was my last chance.
Opening my mouth, I tried to speak, but I couldn't. Instead, the frustration wormed through me and I just shook my head, which made the bell hanging from my neck jingle. Those sounds seemed to tickle me, slipping along my back.
Not only that, I could feel something else, a hint of arousal between my legs.
Right away, I was about to start touching myself, stroking two fingers over my pussy. I needed to get wet, to distract myself. I wanted to forget all about everything that was happening. It was all so confusing. Thinking seemed to make my head hurt.
The front of the crate dropped open. Eric stood there, his arms crossed over his chest. "Are you ready for the first phase of your training?"
"What, what are you talking about?"
He crouched down, looking into my eyes. Somehow, it didn't even occur to me to try to stand. He tilted his head to the side, smirking. Weirdly, he was amused by my position. "Jessica, I'm going to train you to be my animal. That means I'm going to be able to use your body whenever I want. You are no longer a person. You are my possession. You're my property."
I didn't respond. Gritting my teeth, I clenched my jaw, and I let him continue to speak. "As a part of your training, I'm going to have to mark you. I'm going to have to make sure that you never, ever forget your place."
For the first time, I checked out my surroundings. It looked like we were in the middle of a barn. The ground was dusty and dirty. There were little piles of hay. Not only that, I saw a fire pit and a metal bar of some kind.
"What, what is that?"
"That's a brand," he told me, his eyes glimmering.
Instantly, my mouth went dry. I knew that I had to say something, that I had to ask a question or make a demand. Only then, Eric stood, and he dragged me by the back of my collar. He pulled me forward, toward the flames. They seemed to hold my attention like nothing else.
"Jessica, if you can tell me that you are going to be a very good cow, then you won't really feel this. That's part of the magic."
As hard as I tried, I just couldn't process this. I couldn't explain it. I couldn't find any logic here. He pulled the brand out of the fire, holding up. The metal glowed a shade of orange.
"Embrace this. Accept the fact you are my cow. Say it."
For just a second, I shook my head, but I felt rooted in place, like I could no longer control my body. It wasn't fear, not exactly. Something else seemed to control me. It held me down, making me helpless while my ex-boyfriend came closer and closer.
Just as he was about to press the hot metal to my skin, I dropped my head down toward the dusty ground. "I'm a cow!"
In the next moment, he pressed the brand up against my skin. I kept waiting for some overwhelming wave of pain. Yes, it burned, but my eyes barely watered. The aroma of seared flesh hit the air.
He pulled the brand away, looking down at me. "Good girl." He scratched the top of my head, rewarding me. He put the brand away, and then he examined me, walking around.
"For that, I think you deserve to be milked."
"Are you going to have sex with me?" I asked, unable to hide the hopeful tenor.
"Not this time," he said. "I'm just going to milk you because you are a cow. And then I'm going to get you something to eat. I bet you're very tired after everything I've put you through."
As he uttered those words, I realized he was right. My eyelids were getting heavy. He guided me over toward a platform on the other side of the chamber. He pulled out a metal pail and a small, three legged stool. He put the bucket underneath me, and then he sat down. "Are you ready to be milked?"
"Yes," I said, still feeling the slight burn along the curve of my ass. I wanted to know what it looked like. I wanted to know what symbol he had just branded me with.
"Moo for me.”
Quivering, I didn't want to obey, yet he reached out, stroking my breasts. He didn't actually squeeze. He wasn't going to take any of the milk from my body, not yet, not until I satisfied him.
I inhaled, and then I released to the long breath, an animalistic declaration that I was no longer a person, no longer a girl, no longer worthy of rights or respect. “Moooooo!” The sound seemed to stretch out forever, even though I was the one making it.
In the next moment, he grabbed onto my breasts, and he squeezed, massaging my udders. Milk immediately started to squirt out, pinging against the metal bucket. He worked me slowly at first, speeding up as I became more comfortable.
Not only that, arousal started to spread through me. It was like every drop that passed through my milk ducts turned me on.
I made the decision.
I decided I would resist this. It didn't matter how good it felt to have him squeeze on my breasts, to have him spurt that milk down into that bucket. I would show him that I was still a person.
With my breath shaking in my chest, I tried to stand up.
My body didn't respond.
I tried again as a jolt of frustration raged through my body.
I could do this!
Damn it! I wasn't a cow! I didn't need to be milked!"
"You look upset," taunted Eric. "Here. Let me give you something else to think about. He reached up, and he batted the bell with the flat of his hand. All of a sudden, that ringing vibrated through my body, making me wet. I dropped my head down, and he just kept milking me, squeezing and palpating my breasts. It turned me on more and more. It felt as though my slit must have been dripping with my excitement.
"There you go," he said. "You like that, don't you? You can't help yourself. You are just a stupid cow."
No, I yearned to tell him. No, I wasn't just some stupid animal. I was more than that. I was a beautiful, articulate, cunning young woman. I had rights. He couldn't do this!
None of those words made it past my lips. He kept me on edge, working me over. Pretty soon, the bucket was full. He pulled it out from beneath me, and after that experience, I suddenly found that I no longer had any strength to speak of.
Eric came back with a cup. "Open your mouth," he commanded.
Once again, he demonstrated his ability to order me around. For some reason, I had to obey. I opened my mouth, and he poured some of the milk onto my tongue. It was creamy and warm.
Revulsion spread through my body. "You know, you were really good for your branding. I suppose you deserve a reward. Would you like me to fuck you again?”
I meant to tell him no, that he couldn't do this. I wasn't just some slut that he got to use whenever he felt like it. He definitely didn't get to reward me with sex! He should have been the one down on his knees, groveling for the privilege of touching me.
When I spoke, I didn't say anything intelligent. I didn't defy him, nor did I assert my own independence. Instead, I made the most degrading sound possible, the sound of which proved everything he said about me may have been correct. "Moooooo!”
Immediately, my cheeks flushed bright red. Humiliated, I bowed my head down.
My new Master came up behind me, and he pushed his cock deep into my slit once again. "You know, I love knowing that you are still in there, fighting as hard as you can," he told me. He reached out, and he grabbed one of my pigtails. He pulled my head back, making me growl against the pain running through my skin.
Those sensation
s invariably gave way to the solidity of his cock. He plunged deeper, making me moan. Just when I didn't think I could take anymore of his length, he forced himself. He made me take except every inch.
I came.
The burst of pleasure washed over me in an instant, making me cry out. I was panting. I was gasping. I was desperate. I was pathetic.
"That's right," he said to me, guessing my thoughts. "You know you deserve this. You know that you need to be used. You belong to me, so I'm going to take it whenever I want."
"No," I tried to say. I may have just as easily mooed again.
"Sorry, Jessica. Your days as some spoiled little debutante are over. You had your chance. We could have been good together. It's a shame you decided to be such a cow."
He pummeled me, taking everything he wanted. Pretty soon, he came. A second orgasm raced through my body, making my muscles tense. I shut my eyes, my vision turning to a constellation of colors.
Then when he pulled out, he wiped his cock off on my skin. He patted me on the head as he pulled on the back of my collar.
This time, I didn't even bother to open my eyes. Instead, I just moved mechanically, unable to think, unable to feel, unable to explain anything that had transpired.
When I finally got my eyes open again, I found myself in a stall. He nudged me down onto my side. I collapsed, almost grateful for the chance to rest.
"Sleep tight, Jessica." He closed the stall door, and I fell asleep.
Sleep was a welcome relief, at least at first. After all, when I normally dreamed, I drifted through possibilities. Honestly, I never understood how it works for other people. Sometimes people talk about falling or going to school naked or showing up at work unprepared for some kind of presentation. I'd never had those kinds of dreams where fear took over.
Aside from a couple of nightmares when I was little girl, I'd always been in control of my dreams to some extent.
When I dreamed, I planned.
I learned to explore different possibilities. Even when I first met Eric, I started dreaming about him, unconsciously picking through the possibilities. Maybe I would imagine an outfit to wear for him. Maybe I would contemplate the right way to touch him or just how far we could go. For me everything came down to calculation. My dreams were no different.
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