Now His Milk Cow (A Lactation Fantasy) (6 page)

“What, what are you doing?” Clara asked as the other girl turned off the pumps. Only then did Clara turn her head and see that the jugs had been filled. She did it. She produced several quarters, maybe even gallons, of milk. It seemed so impossible, yet the evidence sat right there.

“You owe me.”

“But I cleaned your fingers.”

“That wasn’t payment, silly moo cow,” Rachel said. She climbed onto the table then crouched over Clara. The cowgirl tried to struggle and thrash, but the straps kept her down in place as Rachel’s bottom dominated her vision. Within seconds, she could see and smell the Rachel’s glistening sex.

“You’re going to eat me out, or we’re going to have to work on your understanding of honor. You made a promise, Clara, and now you’re going to live up to it.” Rachel sounded positively gleeful, not that Clara could see her face to confirm it. "Lick, lick little cowgirl."

The idea of servicing another woman had never entered Clara's mind. She didn't want to do it, yet what choice did she have? Rachel could ensure her obedience with just one word, a very painful set of sounds.

Clara leaned upward, straining her neck, and she started to lick. The taste of another woman was exotic and unfamiliar. Rachel started to purr and grown in equal measure, clearly enjoying the subjugated pleasure that Clara gave her.

The cowgirl hoped this would last for very long. But when Rachel said, "Deeper, faster,” it was clear that this could take some time. Rachel wasn't going to let Clara off the hook until she had done a good job. Realizing this, the cowgirl tried her best. She flicked her tongue up into the other girl’s slit. She worked her tongue into little hurricane motions.

She stretched her tongue, teasing Rachel’s clit, working the girl into a frenzy of desire. For her part, Rachel remained in the same position even as her fingers tightened around the sides of the table. This little cowgirl may have been an amateur, and this may have been her first time, but she definitely demonstrated potential.

As the enslaved girl’s tongue works quicker and greater dexterity, Rachel felt herself start to orgasm. She pictured Clara's expression. She thought about how must feel to started out as his professional young woman, someone who could control her life, only to end up there, on this table, restrained and milked.

Bowing her head, Rachel cried out, then arched her back and screamed up at the roof of the barn. The hot pleasure flooded through her like a tsunami of magma. It's simmered through her every nook and cranny.

Lifting herself off of Clara's face, Rachel hopped off the table, gathered up her clothes, and smirked down at the look of utter humiliation the cow wore.

"Would you like to pretend to be a human again?" asked Rachel without a trace of irony in her voice.

They were walking back from the barn. Well, Rachel got to walk. Clara had to crawl a few feet behind her owner. In spite of herself, it was difficult not to go to those terms. Collard, naked, and clearly there for the pleasure of others, Clara almost started to think of herself as property, as their plaything.

No, she couldn't go in that direction. This was a business arrangement like any other. She messed up big at work, so now she had to pay for it. But that was all. This wasn't going to last forever, so she just had a hold out a little while longer.

"Pretend?" Clara said. "What you mean?"

They came back to the room with Clara's cage. Rachel crouched down in front of little cowgirl. Even with her knees bent, Eric's sister towered over Clara who remained on her hands and knees. With the most condescending smile imaginable, Rachel said, "Well, I earn my keep by keeping this place reasonably clean. If you'd like to take on so my chores, I'll let you walk around like a human."

"I am a person," Clara insisted although even she could hear the hesitation in her own voice. Refusing to dwell on that, she asked, "What would I have to do?" In actuality though, Clara couldn't think of anything more humiliating than what she had already endured.

Rachel brought Clara back into her holding chamber. Only this time, Rachel headed straight for one of the closets. She flung open, pulled out an outfit, and held it up like a flag for Clara to see.

Clara's heart jumped across three beats in less than a second. Her mouth went dry because she could imagine how to feel to wear this costume. Sure, she wanted to put on something real. She couldn’t ever remember going this long bare ever before, but
that
? Part of her wanted to say no immediately. It might have even been satisfying to tell Rachel to go screw herself.

"What would I have to do?"

"Some vacuuming, some dusting. Maybe wash the windows. To be honest, I usually do a really good job of keeping this place spotless. So yeah, do the little touchups and you’ll get the privilege of walking around like a real girl. Or you can wait here for my brother. I’m sure he’d enjoy milking you again.”

Clara's eyes returned to the uniform. No, she reminded herself, it wasn't a uniform. That outfit was nothing less than an insult. It was a French maid costume, complete with bows, frills, and lots of lace. It was the kind of thing the guy might convince his girlfriend to wear for his birthday.

Regretting her decision already, Clara bowed her head and said, "Fine. I'll do it."

"Then you can stand up," Rachel said, speaking as though this were a magnanimous decision on her part. "Now you have to understand this is a great sign of trust. Deep down, I know that you're really a cow. You're always going to be happiest out on the pasture, but I don't want to babysit you."

Clara suppressed a grin. Part of her even wanted to do a little happy dance because this meant she might be able to invade her captors for a little while. After all, the clock worked in her favor. If Rachel let her wander around to clean, then Clara just had to stay out of sight. Before she knew it, the calendar would hit Monday and her agreement with Eric would be satisfied.

"Now don't get any silly ideas, little move cow. This is only temporary. You'll do some chores, I’ll remove your uniform, then you get milked again. You can't get out of that part, not when you've got such great udders."

Clara hated how Rachel could talk about her breasts like that. Still, she figured she'd be able to evade two people in a house this size. So when Rachel tossed the maid costume onto the floor, Clara scrambled to pick it up and put it on.

The material shined under the light and felt soft against her skin. It must have been silk, she decided, rather than the polyester stuff that came in with most lingerie costumes. This one might have been nice, but it was abbreviated as well. Clara would have been ashamed to wear this in any public venue, but considering how long she had gone nude, she didn’t mind this.

Except that when she faced Rachel again, the girl’s eyes glinted with a lascivious craving. “I think you owe me for this little game of pretend.”

“Owe you?” Clara squeaked. She turned around. Standing straight, with her hands tucked over her abdomen, she looked adorably cute, a sexy little fox that didn’t quite realize the effect she could have on those around her.

“That’s right. I’m going to let you wander around, free and uncaged. You’ll get to be a free range cow,” Rachel said and giggled at her own little joke. “Which means that you’re going to come over here, get down on your knees, and eat me out.”

Having done this only a few minutes before, Clara should have been comfortable with the notion, but she had been restrained then. Now she had on clothes and didn’t want to feel like a sex slave.

“Please, don’t make me.”

Rachel’s mouth rose at one side in a lopsided grin, “Does the cow really think you get a choice?” She strode closer, grabbed Clara by her hair, and forced her head back so she looked up at Rachel. “Do you?”

“No.”

“On your knees. I want you to pull my clothes down and then do a good job.” She sounded strict, like a manager who expected to be obeyed no matter what.

Remembering that Rachel could do whatever she wanted, including revoking these privileges, Clara got down on her knees. She fumbled with Rachel’s pants, but eventually managed to tug them down around her ankles. Eric’s sister stepped out of her discarded clothes and spread her legs.

Staring up at another woman sent shivers of humiliation bouncing throughout Clara’s body. She couldn’t believe she was about to do this. She had already given Rachel oral sex once. She didn’t thinks he would have to do it again.

Maybe she grew impatient, or maybe she simply luxuriated in the power she had over Clara, but Rachel grabbed tresses of the cow’s mane again then pulled her face closer. Her mouth was shoved against Rachel’s crotch. Doing anything less than her best would invite punishment, so Clara started to lick again.

She slid her tongue up and into Rachel’s pussy, working her pink appendage as far as it would go. She worked the length of Rachel’s slit, teasing the girl until she dripped with excitement.

At the same time, Rachel petted the back of Clara’s head. She stroked the girl’s neck, both to assure her own dominance, but also to reward the maid for doing such a good job. Clara might have thought of herself as straight, but she had so much potential. She wondered how long it would take for her brother to figure this out too.

Distantly, Rachel smirked and wondered if her brother would decide to keep Clara. Because the little maid had been collared, they could do it. The shock collar tied into an invisible fence around the estate. Plus, they had the blackmail material. Getting the cowgirl fired wouldn’t take much.

Her thoughts started to unravel as Rachel felt her body give in to the delicious pleasure delivered by Clara’s tongue and mouth. She worked furiously, licking and flicking her tongue in the most perfect ways possible. It didn’t matter that Clara had no previous experience. She made up for it with determined enthusiasm. Somewhere deep down, Clara must have realized that she had to submit to Rachel.

Failing to please her Master’s sister could only lead to further punishment and discipline.

A blossom of pleasure unfurled itself within Rachel. She gasped and shuddered as the rush of enjoyment pulsated from the apex of her legs all the way to the tip of her nose. “Down, girl,” she ordered.

Clara relaxed her neck muscles and rested the back of her head against the table. Her lips glistened with Rachel’s excitement even as her tongue bristled with the taste of another woman.

“Good little moo cow,” said the girl.

Having pleased Eric’s little sister, Clara was escorted back to her cage. Escorted really meant getting leashed again and forced to crawl back behind the bars. Once she had crossed the threshold, the grate came down with a clang. She was free to struggle or fight the cast iron, yet everyone involved knew perfectly well that she had no chance of escape.

Since she had been watered, fed, and milked, Clara had little choice but to settle down and rest. Sleeping on her stomach while naked and with nothing but her hands for pillows, it should have been hard to find any kind of peace of sleep.

Just the opposite happened. Her eyes fell shut, and she drifted into another deep sleep. It might have been the drug he gave her, but Clara doubted it. More likely, her body simply required more sleep. Lactating and climaxing took most of her strength.

Clara woke up to find sunlight shining into her room. She found herself behind the cage bars.
This is it,
she thought, considering how it had been close to two days. Before long, her time with Eric would be over. The thought thrilled and scared her at the same time.

He had her, Clara thought. When she showed up here, she thought they might have sex. She expected blowjobs and groping. It never occurred to her that anything like this could happen. She lactated whenever he made her aroused. His little sister turned her into a sex slave too, milking her and making her use her tongue like a plaything. Clara tried not to think about it, not when those memories made her flush red with embarrassment.

“Are you regretting your decisions?” Eric asked in his usually clipped manner. At work, she noticed how he always seemed so precise in the way he spoke, as though every comment had been considered and dissected a dozen times before delivery.

“What? What do you mean?”

Eric smirked with one side of his mouth. It made him look cocky and arrogant. It also made him look sexy as hell. “I mean simply that had you not lied on those forms, then you wouldn’t be in this situation.”

“Right,” she said, aiming her eyes at the floor. He had her caged. Part of her wondered if he would really let her go if she insisted on it. Of course, doing so would prompt him to inform the police of her fraud. At this point, she had endured so much; she believed she could take anything else he had for her.

“How does it feel?” he asked.

“Being your pet?”

“Being my cow,” he corrected. “Lactating. Getting used. Do you like it?”

“No,” she answered right away. She didn’t want to leave any doubt in his mind, yet deep down, she had to wonder.

“Does the lady protest too much?” he asked, raising one eyebrow. He seemed to read her so easily, scenting out the weakness in her comments and body language. Clara’s skin heated up another shade of red, but she didn’t answer, determined to maintain some sort of dignity. “Anyway, I was just curious.”