Chapter 11
Late that night, I stayed in my office. The sound of mooing came muffled from the speakers on my computer as I watched the security footage of the stalls.
One hand on the mouse, guiding the camera to zoom in on Tiffany’s exposed sex, as she was bent over and trapped in the milking contraption.
The other hand had a firm grasp on my hard, pulsing manhood.
I stroked myself with slow motions up and down, as I had been doing for the past several minutes.
I wasn’t just edging myself for the sake of it.
I knew that after I came, I would need to wait a while before I could get hard again.
That thought sat uncomfortably with me for some reason.
I didn’t want to wait even a few seconds to continue, I wanted to feast endlessly on the fantasies about my newest captive.
To think fate would deliver such a unique specimen like her right into my hands.
Had I believed in luck, I would be thanking my lucky stars.
But I didn’t. I believed in destiny, and in making one’s own.
Pre-cum dripped from my tip. The fluid slathered my fingers as I felt another shudder of pleasure rock through me.
I’d been hard all day watching Tiffany, first through the cameras as she was subjected to a torturous wait, and later in the flesh, both as she walked clothed and clueless through my facility, and when she was naked, covered in piss and tears while being herded like cattle to her new home underground.
I could see the horror of understanding in her eyes as she was strapped to the contraption.
She’d been a ball of panic and pity as she recognized Wren, her friend.
Even if she thought she now knew the terrible secret behind Sunshine Sanctuary’s delicious milk, she had only hit the tip of the iceberg.
It was a shame that she’d never see how deep the rabbit hole went. I zoomed closer into her spread sex as I watched her relieve herself over the straw. I bit my lip in a jolt of intense lust. Seeing her act like the lovely little animal she filled me with desire, need, and with a sense of purpose.
Then the door to my office opened and Susan walked in, carrying a series of Manila folders. She looked into one of them so closely, she didn’t realize I was jerking myself off right in front of her.
“Sir, I compiled the list of primaries that we will need for next month considering the increased production and I think that some Sulf-”
Susan stopped as she noticed what I was doing.
She stared directly at my crotch for a solid five seconds, words seeming to fall out of her head.
I hated the interruption and wanted to make her pay for the unexpected visit.
For those five seconds, I continued to move my hand while staring at Susan.
Finally, her eyes moved up, she caught my gaze and turned around, blushing.
That was enough for me to realize what I was doing.
I stopped, cooling my temporary insanity.
Susan had always been a loyal friend and trusted partner. I chided myself for disrespecting her.
“Sir!”
“Susan, I ask you this with all due respect,” I began, calmly, but felt my tone quickly growing angry and loud. “Are you fucking allergic to knocking?!”
Susan was surprised by the sight of me masturbating and by my angry tone.
She knew me as a calm man, almost always level-headed.
She had seen me sign a business deal, make a call to a doctor’s routine appointment, and execute someone point-blank with a gun without betraying any emotion.
Yet now, I was angry over something so minor. I regretted my tone.
“I just … I had some stuff I wanted to go over before I closed for the day…” She said, pausing for a moment, taking a deep breath, and continuing. “I don’t get it, sir. Honestly, what’s so special about her?”
The way Susan said ‘her’ made me frown. I tucked myself back into my pants, pulling my handkerchief to wipe the pre-cum from my fingers. I got up and gestured for her to place the folders on my desk.
“You don’t see it, Susan, do you?”
“See what, sir? We have so many other women at the facility. All are so readily … available, to put it mildly, and so many women outside this world would give anything for a rich, powerful, handsome man like you. And yet, it’s the dumpy, fat woman with a skin defect that finally catches your eye?”
“Catch my eye? My, my, Susan. That’s such a lack of vision.” I laughed, moving to my bar on the other side of the office. I opened the small fridge camouflaged in the wooden cabinets.
I pulled out a jar of milk and poured myself a glass before turning and seeing Susan still had a puzzled look on her face. I sighed. I felt the cold air of the fridge against my skin and took a sip of milk. Delicious. Absolute velveteen perfection in liquid form.
“I am not merely infatuated. I mean, I am that, but this is more. I recognize Tiffany for what she is…” I paused. Something Susan said rubbed me wrong, and it was worth highlighting. “She doesn’t have a ‘defect.’ She is perfect. A prime specimen. The start of something big…”
“Something big, Sir?” Susan asked, raising an eyebrow.
“You’ll have to trust me on that, Susan,” I said. “In the meantime, perhaps it will be enough for me to say that she is as important to me as Wren is to you. Would that be sufficient?”
Susan blushed, tucking a bit of her red hair behind her ear, then giving me a slow nod. A meaningful one. The mooing coming from my computer made it clear what I was watching, but I knew she had her own special interest in our stalls.
“Yes, sir. I apologize.”
“That’s okay. I’ll handle the paperwork myself,” I said, “You can go home.”
“It will be faster if I go through it with you, sir.”
“No need. I will do it. Once I finish.”
Susan blushed, nodded, and then left. I closed the door to my office, locked it, and went back to my chair.
I wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. As I sat down, I zoomed in on Tiffany again, took a sip of my milk, and freed my erection.
Watching her squirm, seeing her thighs tense, getting that perfect view of her pussy drove me insane.
I began to stroke myself once more. There was an unpleasant dryness even though I was still rock hard.
All the pre-cum I’d slathered over my skin earlier was useless now.
I took the glass of milk and poured it over my crotch.
It was a waste of milk. It was wrong and taboo, yet it was so hot. So fucking hot.
My hand began to move faster as I switched the camera to look at Tiffany from the front, looking at her heavy tits dangling under her, like udders, spotted with the marks of her condition.
I grunted and moaned in time with my rhythmic strokes.
I imagined sucking her perfect tits while fucking her – another violation of the rules.
She’d moo for me while her perfect pussy clenched around my erection and her milk flowed down my throat.
My eyes narrowed as my hips flexed. I wasn’t stroking myself anymore.
I was fucking my hand, desperately. The same way I’d fuck her – unchained, untamed, like the wild animal she made me want to be.
Soon my own ‘milk’ joined the fluids spilt down across my tensing thighs.