Chapter 33 Tiff
My head was a mess. My tits ached in a dull way, just like my clit and my pussy.
My thighs trembled slightly, less than they had after the onslaught of back to back orgasms Carter had given yesterday after milking me.
Carter ... I turned to find him lying next to me in bed.
He slept against my back, one hand on my hip
“Carter,” I whispered his name,
I wanted to be upset that he hadn’t fucked me, but I wasn’t. I’d orgasmed too much to be upset. Instead, I brushed my hand through his hair. A drop of milk dribbled from my nipples. My breasts were full and aching. Again.
“My sweet Tiff. My sweet cow,” he crooned.
This was his version of pleasure-drunk. His eyes opened slightly as he nuzzled the back of my shoulder, then the side of my breast when I rolled onto my back.
“My tits hurt,” I grumbled.
“That’s normal. You need more milking,” he said softly.
“More? But I already gave you gallons.” I hummed.
“M-hm. Twenty, to be precise. It won’t be forever like this, but new cows need more attention.”
I shouldn’t have been turned on by that. I should’ve been angry and frustrated. I almost was. Except, the idea of days receiving so many intense orgasms was too tempting.
“I-I see,” I muttered, without conviction. “It’s a little inconvenient.”
That was the most outrage I could summon. My brain was marinating in pleasure and the smell of sex and milk. I wasn’t thinking. Carter saw right through me.
“Aww, poor baby calf. She has to come so much,” he said sarcastically.
“H-hey!” I protested.
“I’ll help, don’t worry.”
Carter laid his head on my chest and massaged my tit, his hand working closer and closer to my nipple.
Milk flowed, and he opened his mouth, catching the squirt between his lips before sealing his mouth around my nipple.
I moaned as he drank from me. His cock throbbed against my thigh.
He ground his hips against my thick thigh as he guzzled my milk.
I didn’t want to stop him. I loved knowing how much he liked it.
The suction of his mouth on my tit combined with his hot body against mine made my pussy wet.
“F-fuck that feels good, Carter. So good.”
He just smiled slightly and kept suckling. He swallowed a few more mouthfuls before he lifted his head, interrupting his ‘breakfast’ to say, “I need to tend to some business today, so you’ll be spending the day with Wren, okay?”
Then he went back to my breast. I moaned. His soft lips, the way he used his tongue, it was all so good. The pleasure was so intense I could barely think, but I had questions. My curiosity was all that saved me from the rampant horniness.
“Business? What type?” I asked, between moans.
“A cow,” He said, simply.
“A c-cow? Like me.?”
He popped off my tit and met my eyes fervently. “No. No one is like you.”
“But it is another woman, right?”
“Not this one.”
“A man?”
Carter didn’t answer, he just went back to suckling while he massaged my other breast, adding to the relief and pleasure flooding my system.
So much milk. I was so full of it. I allowed him a few more seconds, maybe it was minutes.
I needed it, but I knew he did too. That was my bargaining chip.
Summoning enough willpower, I pulled his chin up, forcing him to release me.
“Carter, if you won’t tell me, then you can’t drink from me,” I said slowly, trying to catch my breath.
“Trust me, you don’t want to know,” he said, and tried to get back to his meal.
I grabbed his hair and held him away. He grunted and ground on my leg. His expression was almost petulant and annoyed, the same kind of annoyance I’d seen on kid’s faces. It was the first time I’d ever seen him not fully in control. It was endearing.
“You can’t deny me milk. I need it. I need my … Vitamins,” he teased.
“Yeah, yeah, but if you want to drink from me, you follow my rules.”
For a moment, he looked at me with something close to betrayal. Then his smile changed, like he was proud.
“Look at you! Driving a hard bargain.”
“Don’t change the subject,” I whispered.
He sighed, looked at my tits again, and finally gave in. “Fine. I’ll tell you, but once you know, there’s no going back.”
“There’s no going back anymore for me anyway,” I said, with a look at my huge udder-like tits.
“Fair point,” Carter chuckled.
Carter moved from the bed, but not before giving my nipples one final lick to get the last dangling drop of milk that was there.
Then, said he was finding me something to wear.
As he browsed through clothes in his wardrobe, I thought about the beautiful dress he’d customized for me.
The same dress that now wouldn’t fit. What a shame.
I liked it. Carter came out of the closet with what I thought was that dress.
When he laid it out on the bed, I saw the enlarged bust and the reinforced buttons.
“I took the liberty of getting a version more suitable to your new measurements,” he said.
“Carter, That’s so… Gorgeous.”
“Not as gorgeous as you, my lovely little cow. Shall we?”
I nodded. Once bathed and dressed, Carter took me down in the elevator, then towards the milking bays where I had been tied when I first arrived.
I took a deep breath, trying to push away the bad memories.
My body reacted to it, though, with arousal rather than fear.
It took a moment for me to notice the wet spots spreading across the chest of my dress.
“We are almost there,” Carter said as we walked past women moaning and begging for more. A few farmhands were tugging their breasts, milking them, literally. One of those we passed, however, was being fucked intensely while she was being milked. She moaned and pleaded for more through it all.
“The milk I get. It’s business, but why the sex?” I asked.
Carter hummed. “A side effect of the treatment is acute libido increase. Not fucking them tends to add distress. That sours the taste of the milk.”
“Really?”
“Mmhmm. A lot of these girls spend their first few weeks begging for it, though we don’t have enough farmhands to go around. We have to prioritize those who need it the most.”
I wasn’t sure what to make of it, but before I could say more, we arrived at a new stall.
A man was restrained there, not a woman.
His muscles were swollen and were ... off.
One arm slightly thicker than another. The muscles were raised in odd places and pulled taut in others.
Across his back, starting from his nape, he’d grown short, thick fur, like a black bull.
A malformed vestigial tail sprouted from his coccyx.
Shock froze me. He was fully naked, on all fours, his ass on display.
His cock hung large and heavy, pointing to the floor.
It was about the thickness of a can of Pringles, perhaps longer than one.
The shape was human, but the color was off.
The man had fair skin (where it wasn’t covered with fur), but his cock had streaks of pink like new skin.
The marks almost looked like stretch marks, but much more intense.
I couldn’t see his face either. A black, rubber bull mask was placed over it, making him the mythical minotaur. His tired grunts came out muffled, indicating he wore a gag. He seemed unaware of our presence. The mask had no holes for the eyes.
“He can’t see or hear us and he cannot speak,” Carter explained.
“Why is it a man? H-he has no milk, right?”
“No. No milk,” Carter confirmed. “This man is … a very bad man, you see. Like Henderson. Or my father. Or yours. He’s not here to be milked. He’s here to be punished.”
I couldn’t help but stare at the huge, twitching cock between the man’s legs. It was Carter’s fault for not fucking me. He even admitted that cows needed cock for their health. The bull’s member was as scary as it was arousing.
It seemed too big for me to take, even if I wanted to.
Plus, the hair growth and uneven muscles made him some form attractive and monstrous.
I couldn’t decide if I found him hot or disgusting.
It didn’t matter. Carter said the bull was terrible.
I wouldn’t expose myself to terrible people anymore, no matter my curiosity.
“So, you’ll keep him here?”
“Yes. As I feel it’s needed for his punishment. The thing is …” Carter trailed off.
He reached out and cupped the bull’s balls. They were covered in black fur like the top of his back and they were huge. Each was bigger than an orange. The man grunted and squirmed slightly at Carter’s caress.
“My scientist tell me he might have a stroke if we don’t give him some relief. I could use him as a stud for the cows, but that would be a reward, one he doesn’t deserve, so I planned to provide an alternative method.”
Carter met my gaze. I was sure he saw how turned on I was. I was squeezing my thighs and rubbing my arms against the sides of my tits. I was ashamed, but I also wasn’t the one squeezing and massaging the bull’s balls.
“Maybe you want to be the one to do it,” he mused.
“M-me?”
“Would you like to punish a really bad man?”
I looked at the man and noticed the hint of a tattoo on his bound wrist. I remembered what Wren told me about her assault, took a deep breath, then nodded.
“Yes, I would,” I said.
Carter smiled, then slapped the bull’s balls as one might slap the ass of a curvy woman. A muffled yelp echoed.
“Great, let me show you how,” Carter said.