Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
Juliet
Milk? What does she mean, milk? Are there actual cows here on the farm, after all?
But that doesn’t make any sense. As far as I know, the only milk I’ve had so far has come from Auntie Cat.
Daddy gives my hand a tug, urging me forward, and I fall into step beside him, still rolling the question over in my mind. And I don’t have to wait long for the answer.
There’s another smaller barn just a few feet from the larger one. Bridgette holds the door open for us, and I follow Uncle Max and Victoria inside.
As soon as we step foot inside, Victoria gasps. “Cows!”
She’s right, though not in the way I expected. Much like the horses and other animals we just left behind, these cows are actually women. Very naked women, with tails in their asses and their full, heavy breasts swaying as they crawl around their pens.
In one corner, four or five of them lay in a pile, sleeping. Bridgette gestures to them, an indulgent smile on her face. “They just finished their milking rotation, so they’re a bit worn out from the process. We have another group starting in just a few minutes if you’d like to watch.”
“Oh, yes, please!” Practically vibrating with excitement, Victoria hops up and down in place. “I wanna watch!”
Daddy squeezes my hand, drawing my attention up to him. “Do you want to watch, Juju?”
I assumed I didn’t have a choice, but now that it’s been presented to me, I’m not exactly sure what I want. The idea of watching grown women getting milked is equal parts fascinating and horrifying.
“Um. I guess so.”
His smile softens, taking on a reassuring tilt as he gives my hand another squeeze. “Why don’t we go and if you don’t like it, we can find something else to do while we wait for Tori and Uncle Max.”
Knowing I have an out lessens my apprehension a bit, so I nod. “Okay, Daddy.”
It’s becoming easier and easier to refer to Jasper as “Daddy”, partially because it’s all he ever lets me call him, but also because of how he smiles when I say it without being prompted. Saying it lights up his face feels cheesy, but it’s the only way I can think to describe the way he beams at me whenever I call him Daddy.
I might be getting slightly addicted to that smile. And the pride in his voice whenever he praises me for something I did well. That, even more than avoiding his punishments, makes me want to be a good girl.
Daddy’s good girl.
All of that doesn’t even touch on how easy it’s become to slip into that “Little girl” headspace. Especially when Victoria is around. She does it so easily and effortlessly, I can’t seem to help but follow even if there is a voice in the back of my head screaming at me not to get used to this life. To remember how he got me here, and that I’m supposed to be doing everything in my power to escape.
But with every smile, every touch, every “good girl” I’m finding it harder and harder to remember why I want to leave.
Shoving those uncomfortable thoughts aside, I focus on what’s in front of me. Namely, the group of “cows” lining up to be milked. There are five stools lined up in a row, with five buckets beside them. And five men, ranch hands I guess they’d be called, each leading one of the cows to a stool.
The men sit, and we all watch, transfixed as they begin massaging the cows’ breasts. Teats. Whatever they’re called in these circumstances.
And then it happens. The cow closest to us lets out a long, loud moo as white milk squirts from her breasts into the pail beneath her.
“Good girl, Lexi,” her ranch hand praises. “Let’s see if you can give us a little more today. Can you do that for me, pretty girl?”
“Lexi has had some trouble producing,” Bridgette whispers from behind us. “I was beginning to think I’d have to transition her to a pet sooner rather than later. But she surprised us yesterday and it looks like she’s going to be a good producer after all.”
“I thought you had milking machines here at the farm.” Uncle Max’s mouth turns down in a frown as he scans the operation in front of us. “Surely that’s more efficient.”
“It is,” Bridgette agrees with a nod. “We rotate the cows between being milked by hand and milked by the machine. This way is certainly slower, but the cows need that human touch on a regular basis. We tried it with just the machines for a bit, but it was pretty clear the cows were suffering. And everyone knows the best milk comes from happy cows.”
The man closest to us glances up, a wide grin on his face. “She’s still got a bit left in her if the girls would like a taste.”
“Well girls? Would you like a taste straight from the tap, so to speak?”
“Really?” There’s a hint of awe in Victoria’s tone as she looks up at Uncle Max. “Can I Daddy? Please?”
“Of course, little thief. But you have to be gentle and follow Miss Bridgette’s instructions exactly.”
“I will, I will!” Victoria spins around, her excited gaze meeting mine. “Will you do it with me, Juju? I’ll feel weird doing it by myself.”
I would rather be waterboarded than admit to my own curiosity about drinking from another woman’s breast. But if it’s simply a favor for a friend… “If you really want me to, sure.”
“Yay! Let’s go!” Dropping her Daddy’s hand, Victoria grabs mine and drags me forward to where Lexi is waiting, seemingly unperturbed as she munches on what looks like oatmeal from a long trough in front of her.
“All right, girls. The hay is perfectly clean, so you can just lie down on either side of her and sort of wiggle your heads beneath her teats.”
Thank god Bridgette said that about the hay, because I was definitely giving it the side-eye. Letting go of Victoria’s hand, I make my way to Lexi’s left side and drop to my knees, slowly lowering myself to the ground per Bridgette’s instructions.
When Victoria and I are finally in place, each with one of Lexi’s swollen breasts hanging over us, Bridgette continues giving instructions. “Lexi, drop onto your elbows for me, pretty girl. So the little ones can reach your nipples.”
Lexi gives another low moo before shifting her weight, her breasts lowering with the movement until the nipples press against our lips.
“Such a good little heifer you are, Lexi. Girls, take her teat in your mouth and suck. If you don’t get any milk, you can try massaging the teat a bit.”
Oh my god. This is actually happening. I’m really about to drink milk from a human cow.
What the hell is my life?
A soft hum of pleasure meets my ears and when I turn my head a bit, I can see Victoria already suckling at Lexi’s other teat. Judging by the sounds she’s making, it’s almost an orgasmic experience, so I slowly part my lips, welcoming Lexi’s nipple into my mouth.
And suck.
At first, nothing happens, and despite my initial reluctance, disappointment stabs at me. Did I do something wrong?
I suck again, a bit harder this time, and I’m rewarded with a flood of sweet, warm milk. Even sweeter, I dare say, than Auntie Cat’s milk, though I would never tell her that.
Closing my eyes, I continue drinking, a bit more greedily now. And as I drink, a sense of peace comes over me. All the worries and anxieties that have plagued me since my arrest simply… melt away. Washed away, I suppose would be the better term, washed away by a river of delicious, sweet milk.
It takes far less time than I would like for that river to run dry, though I can’t deny I’m feeling rather full by the time I wiggle out from under Lexi. When I stand up again, I turn and run a hand down her smooth back. “Thank you, Lexi,” I whisper. “I can’t wait to try more of your milk.”
Lexi moos again, and this time I swear there’s a hint of pride in the sound. I turn back to where Daddy and Uncle Max are waiting for us, both with huge grins on their faces. Daddy scoops me up when I run to him, spinning me around in a circle.
“Did you enjoy your milk, princess?”
“Uh-huh. Can we come back soon?”
Chuckling, he leans in to nuzzle his nose against mine. “Whenever you’d like. Do you want to see the surprise Bridgette has for you?”
“Yes, please!”
With me still wrapped around him, Daddy carries me outside, and my veins buzz with excitement at what awaits us there. Two open carriages of sorts, each attached to two of the horses we visited earlier.
“Your chariot awaits, my princess. Which one would you like?”
The one at the front is being pulled by the bonded pair we met earlier, and that’s the one I point to.
“As you wish.”
We settle in the carriage, and although there’s more than enough room for us to sit side by side, Daddy holds me on his lap so that I’m straddling his thighs.
I try to wiggle off so I can watch the scenery as we ride, but he holds me in place. “Daddy, I wanna see.”
“You can see perfectly well from right here, princess.”
His intentions become clear a moment later when he unhooks the straps of my overalls, pushing them off my shoulders. Embarrassed heat rushes to my face as the carriage lurches forward at the same time he pulls my shirt up, exposing my bare breasts to everyone around us.
Somehow, this feels even more decadent than being fucked on his dining room table in front of our family, but Daddy doesn’t seem to care. And when his mouth latches onto my nipple, his teeth grazing the already hardened nub, I find I don’t really care, either. All that matters is him, and the pleasure he gives me.
“My pretty little princess,” he murmurs before switching to my other breast. “Do you know what it did to me, watching you nurse? I may have to buy you a cow to keep at home, just so I can watch you drink straight from the source every day.”
The thought of having my very own cow sends a bolt of heat straight to my clit and I grind against him, desperate for relief. “Can we buy Lexi?”
“I’ll have to talk to Bridgette about that. I’m sure we can work something out.”
I forget all about watching the scenery as he strips me naked in the carriage and frees his own thick, hard length from his jeans. “You’re going to ride Daddy’s cock now, baby. But you’ll have to keep time with the horses so we don’t mess up their rhythm.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I say with a sigh as I sink down on the length of him. It takes me a few tries to get the rhythm down, but when I do, I give myself over to him. To our mutual pleasure as I ride.
“That’s my good little princess,” he praises in that deep growl I love so much. Snaking a hand between us, he rubs his thumb over my clit, and I whimper as pleasure floods my system. “Look how pretty you are, naked out here in the open, where anybody could see. Riding your Daddy’s cock like the naughty little baby you are.”
His words should humiliate me, but they only spur me on, driving my pleasure higher as I ride his cock for all I’m worth.
“Eyes on me, Juliet.”
I didn’t even realize I’d closed them until now, and I force my lids back open to meet his gaze. “Daddy,” I gasp out as he presses even harder against my clit.
“That’s right, princess. I’m your Daddy. And you’re my naughty, filthy little baby. Isn’t that so, Juju?”
“Y-yes, Daddy.”
Another wave of pleasure as he works my clit harder, faster, driving me up, up toward that shimmering peak. “Say it, baby. Say you’re Daddy’s naughty baby.”
I don’t want to. But instinct tells me the consequences for disobeying would be more than I’m prepared to pay at the moment, so I swallow my humiliation down and force the words out. “I-I’m your naughty baby.”
“That’s my good girl. Do you want Daddy to let you come now?”
“Yes, Daddy, please!”
“Then come for Daddy, princess. Squeeze Daddy’s cock with that filthy little cunt.”
Shattered. Every bit of me, body and soul, fractures as the pleasure slams into me. I’m vaguely aware that I’m screaming as I continue fucking him, riding and squeezing his cock as wave after wave crashes over me.
Until, at last, he pins me in place, his fingers gripping my hips as he fills me with his cum.
For a long while, we simply sit there, fighting for air, wrapped up in each other as the scenery passes us by. When our breaths finally return to normal, he slides a hand behind my head, pulling me to him for a long, slow kiss.
“You have no idea what you do to me, my sweet little princess,” he murmurs, and my heart leaps in my chest.
And for the first time since I boarded that plane, I dare to believe, really believe, my brother might actually feel something for me.
What the hell am I supposed to do about that?