Human Animals

by Kimmy Estrada

  Before, I had been blushing, humiliated by my position. But now, I turned my face to this girl just as Eric released his grip. Swallowing, I looked up at her.

  She had her eyes on me as well. She was studying me!

  "This is rather remarkable. Her breasts are enlarged, and she seems far more docile. Though we can't know if that is caused by the bell itself or the impact of her time on the farm."

  "Cause and effect is always tricky," Eric agreed.

  Monique moved around my body, sliding her fingers along my thighs, over my ass, along the small of my back, all the way up to the nape of my neck. She did seem, however, very careful about not touching the bell or the collar.

  "I can't wait to study her. I can't wait to get a better sense for what this thing can do to her."

  "How much time do you think you're going to need?"

  "I'm not sure," Monique confessed.

  "Would you like to see what she can really do?" Eric asked, his eyes shimmering with mischievous delight.

  Oh no.

  I tried to block out what was going to happen next, but I couldn't hide from the sounds I was about to hear. "We can play with her. We can show her what happens when girls stop thinking for themselves and act like spoiled little brats."

  "I like that idea," Monique said. She looked into my eyes, but she was talking to my ex. "I like that idea a lot."

  "Go ahead. Play with her breasts. See how responsive they are. She is incredibly sensitive. Sure, she was pretty responsive when we first got together, but she was nothing like this.”

  Monique got down on her knees, and she reached out for my breasts. I started shaking my head, desperately, silently pleading with her. No, she couldn't do this. She couldn't actually start touching me like this.

  Those were mine! She didn't have any right to do this!

  Even so, Monique reached up, she rubbed her palms along my nipples, and she smirked just as I started to moan. I couldn't help myself. Worse, by shaking my head, I made the cow bell jingle. And of course, that sent one shiver of arousal after another pulsating along the length of my body.

  "Give her a squeeze. That's always a lot of fun."

  "What about the milk? Won’t she make a mess?" Monique wanted to know.

  "Don't worry about it. I have an idea."

  Monique shrugged, obviously willing to trust her new boyfriend. I glanced at this girl, doing my best to suppress my jealousy. It was chilly. I had thrown Eric aside, only some part of me couldn't quite accept the reality that he was no longer mine.

  Like so many other girls, I probably secretly believed that he would always be there, willing and waiting for me.

  Pushing those impulses down, I had to fight a different impulse altogether.

  Monique squeezed my breasts. She's pressed down on both at the same time, pinching. And of course, my new physiology meant that little squirts of white, creamy milk splashed down against the wooden platform. Closing my eyes, I tried to pretend that I was somewhere else, anywhere else. I tried to imagine a different world, one where my ex-boyfriend hadn’t locked that collar around my neck.

  Wishing couldn't change reality.

  Eric stood back. Occasionally, he caressed my ass, just to prove he could. He always enjoyed touching me, feeling my soft skin, knowing there was no way for me to stop him.

  "This is remarkable. I can't wait to do a write-up on her."

  "Yes, that will be a lot of fun. I'm sure your academic friends will enjoy reading about her. Oh, and they will definitely enjoy getting to know her. Lots of people are going to want to study her, to figure out how this all works."

  "Are you sure they will believe that she is a willing participant?"

  "Considering all of the contracts she has already signed, I'm certain of it. Besides, if I tell her to do something, she will do it. She can't help herself. Isn't that right, Jessica? "

  For the first time since walking into this room, he addressed me like I was a person. I wasn't about to squander this opportunity. "Eric, I don't want to be here. I don't want to be your cow!"

  "Then you shouldn't have signed all of those contracts."

  "I didn't sign anything!"

  "That's not what my lawyers believe," Eric replied. "They have all of the signed and notarized waivers. They have all the paperwork they need to make sure that no one will ever question my authority over you."

  I meant to say something else, but Monique squeezed my breasts again. Not only that, she moved her thumb over my nipples. "This is a lot of fun!" Monique declared, sounding more like a little girl enjoying her time with a newfound toy.

  Gritting my teeth, I suppressed the urge to attack her. I could have said something rude or mean. I could've called her any number of names, but doing so would have been counterproductive.

  After all, I still had to believe that she would help me. She couldn't just watch me get domesticated, could she? She had to understand what was happening, what I was going to lose.

  But for the moment, she seemed content, playful.

  "Have you tasted her?"

  "Absolutely," Eric said. "Her milk is delicious. Would you like to try?"

  "Actually, yes."

  "Go ahead. It's not like she has any rights. She can't stop you," Eric boasted.

  Grimacing, I wanted to disagree. I knew that when I spoke to Monique, I would only get one chance. I needed her to see me as a person, as someone who had rights. She couldn't just view me as an animal. But I decided to bide my time.

  She lifted up one of my breasts, bringing it toward her lips. She leaned down, opening her mouth. And when she tightened her mouth around my nipple, I moaned.

  Then something else happened, something I never could have predicted. Eric did the same thing. He took my other teat, and he started sucking!

  White-hot stations started to surge through my body. I couldn't explain it. I stayed upright. Of course I did, I was strapped down, my knees, elbows, forearms, and ankles all bound into that position. No matter how hard I pulled or struggled, I wasn't going to be able to get away.

  Deciding to bide my time, I tried to open my eyes. Somehow, I couldn't succeed. Instead, I heard the bell jingle some more. My pussy was getting so wet. Second by second, I became so aroused.

  Only moments before, I promised myself that I wasn't going to struggle, that I wasn't going to fight. It would be a futile waste of effort, especially as my captors continued to play with my body like I was just a toy to be used.

  The milk flowed, hot and creamy. And yet, every heartbeat seemed to amplify the arousal pounding through my skin. I wanted to come. I wanted it so badly! I would have done anything for it!

  Finally, they pulled away. Monique glanced at me. "I like her tongue. You think I could get her use it on me?"

  "Absolutely," he said.

  What?

  Exhausted by the milking and distracted by my desires, I could barely comprehend what they were saying. Before long, they were back at it, sucking on my nipples. I couldn't pull away, not until Eric released me from the restraints. He unbuckled them one at a time. Even then, I didn't just leapt up onto my feet, nor did I sprint for the exit.

  "Be a good cow and roll over. Get on your back."

  This time, I couldn't tell whether or not my obedience came from the dangling cow bell or if I was really becoming domesticated. Either way, I obeyed. Down my back, I could only watch as Monique lifted up her skirt. She kicked off her shoes, she pulled down her panties, and she let that undergarment sail across the air, landing on the floor a few feet away.

  She came up to me, spreading her legs. She crouched down.

  "Be a good cow. Lick for me," she said.

  Something inside of me had to obey. Something inside of me had to yield to this young woman. Before, I lapped my tongue along the troughs filled with water. Now, I tasted her excitement. Now, I serviced her, making her growl with pleasure.

  At the same time, I was hyperventilating through my nostrils. I couldn't help myself, not wh
en Eric came up between my legs. I parted my knees instinctively, hoping that he would play with my slit. I wanted him to finger me, to fuck me—anything.

  He rewarded me, stroking my opening once, twice, three times. Shivers of lust rippled over my body. More! I needed more!

  "Step back," Eric told Monique.

  She needed several seconds to get herself back together, but she pulled away. Eric looked down into my eyes. My lips were wet with his new girlfriend’s juices. "Jessica, are you going to be my cow? Are you going to be obedient little plaything for me?"

  "Mooooo!”

  I couldn't help myself!

  At every other point in my life, it felt like when I spoke, I was lying, taking an angle, doing my best to manipulate my audience. Except this time, I couldn't! I was desperately horny, and willing to do anything, including sacrifice my freedom. "There is a good girl," he said. Eric held out his hand for his new girlfriend, and he pulled her back. Very soon, Monique’s pussy hovered there over my mouth.

  Without even waiting for instruction, I started to lick her opening again. I slid my tongue between her puffed lips, sliding forward and back, tracing circles and massaging her clitoris. I did everything in my power to make her come!

  I did this for one simple reason. I hoped that if I pleased my Master’s girlfriend, then maybe he would give me an orgasm as well.

  Distantly, I thought I heard the sound of a zipper. I could only hope. I could only pray.

  Only then I felt him slide between my legs. He put forth, penetrating me. I didn't stop moving my tongue. If anything, I serviced Monique with even more diligence and effort. I worked my neck, sliding my tongue over her entrance and deep into her crevice.

  I didn't know if I could tolerate anymore. I didn't know my brain could handle it. But then, Eric started to work his hands over my chest. He squeezed my breasts, immediately forcing me to lactate again. With those desires swirling through my veins, I didn't have any choice.

  He grinned down at me, savoring my helplessness.

  At the same time, he pushed into me, thrusting harder and faster. His speed picked up. He growled out. Above me, Monique must have climaxed two or three times. But my Master was only getting started. He started to lick at my breasts, jumping his tongue from side to side. He used me, licking up those precious droplets of white ambrosia.

  And then he finished with me, pumping me harder. Every pulsating movement of his cock pushed me closer and closer to that orgasm. Finally, I received that rush of satisfaction, that relief co-mingling with hot ecstasy.

  He pulled back, and his girlfriend stepped away. While they talked, I could only lay there, panting, gasping, fighting hard to regain some kind of equilibrium.

  "Who is my cow?"

  I looked up at him with big, dumb eyes. At the same time, I understood perfectly well that I wasn't going to be able to deceive him. Maybe I first crawled around at his feet, thinking that I would be able to break his hold on me. But as I inhaled, getting ready to answer, I learned something, something very important.

  He really was my Master, and I was never going to escape.

  This was my life. Pleasing him became my new ambition, my only ambition.

  The End

  These girls have taken to the collar.

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