Milk

Chapter 43 Tiff

The security cameras were still working, but from a distance, I could pass for a farmhand.

Or so I hoped. I paused, just staring back at the large blast doors where I’d said goodbye to him.

Steeling my spine, I refocused. In the Ranch, the artificial sky was set to night and only minimal lights were on.

I still knew exactly where I was going first.

The ‘Stable’ was behind the suburban style homes and locked with iron bars at night.

Carter’s keycard opened them too and I entered the wooden building to find Jason sleeping, curled on the straw floor.

They hadn’t even given him a bed. The interior of the stable walls were painted with cum.

Jason’s mutations likely had him jerking off several times just to fall asleep.

I felt bad for him, knowing how badly and often I needed to be milked.

“Jason. Jason! It’s me, Tiff. Get up,” I whispered.

Jason blinked, shooting up with a startled jolt and immediately grabbing my neck. I panicked as he growled. After a second, Jason recognized me. He released my neck, ashamed.

“S-sorry. I’m always on the edge here,” he said, before looking at my outfit. “What are you wearing?”

“A disguise. Come on, I’m getting us out of here.”

“You have the card?”

“I do,” I nodded.

“Brilliant, Tiff! I could kiss you!”

I didn’t comment on that. “Come on,” I guided him out of the stable.

As we crossed the small artificial grounds, I went left, deeper into the ranch. Jason halted, looking at the door nearby in the opposite direction.

“Tiff, where are you going?”

“My friend, Wren. We need to get her out of here.”

“Wren?” Jason stiffened. “This isn’t the time to rescue others. Let’s get out. We can bring help to save the rest later.”

“No, Jason,” I said, “Wren comes with me.”

“Tiffany,” he warned.

“Look, I have the card. You can try to get out without me or you can help me.”

He shifted uncomfortably and followed. I thought about Carter. He made me promise that whatever I decided to do, I had to bring Wren with me. Even though Wren was happy here with Susan, Carter insisted. He said it was important. I was going to make good on my promise.

I entered the house where Wren stayed, using the keycard to unlock the front door, then calling her from downstairs.

“Wren! It’s me, Tiff. Come here.”

Jason stood on the porch behind me, arms folded, his naked, grotesque form concealed in shadow. Maybe he didn’t want to spook Wren. That matched the Jason I used to know.

Wren descended the steps in a cow pattern nightgown that barely contained her bouncy breasts. Rubbing her eyes, she watched me with pure confusion. “Tiffany? What’s happening?”

“I- I need you to come with me,” I answered.

“Come with you? Where?”

“You can come back if you want. Just five minutes. It’s a vacation – that’s allowed, right?”

“At this time of night…” Wren raised her eyebrows.

“It’s complicated. Just come with me.” I reached for her hand.

“No. Tell me what’s going on, Tiff.” She pulled away hesitantly.

“Fine.” I paused for a second. “I’m getting out, Wren.”

“Getting out? But I thought… I don’t want to get out.”

“Look, it’s important. Just trust me, okay?”

Wren didn’t look sure, but she nodded. She put a jacket over her gown. “This is so weird, Tiffany.”

“Everything about this place is,” I grumbled.

All we had to do was follow the corridors to the main gate and we’d be home free. We walked out on the porch and Jason stepped behind us. Wren turned her head, drawn by the noise and his massive frame. She let out a terrified yelp.

I tried to soothe her. “Calm down, Wren, that’s-”

As she recognized Jason, she screamed, then tried to run into the house. Jason intercepted her and placed a hand over her mouth.

“Shush! You’re gonna give us away.”

Wren looked down at the woodpecker tattoo on his wrist and her eyes widened. She went feral, biting into his hand, tearing at him with nails and teeth. She fought him with more violence than I thought she was capable of.

“Jason! Let her go! Now!” I ordered.

“It’s the drugs. They must be making her go berserk,” Jason said, holding Wren pinned.

She kept trashing and fighting, uselessly scratching him. At some point, the mix of her horror, her exhaustion, and his massive frame holding her down, made her collapse. Jason tossed her over his shoulder.

“Let’s go.”

“Jason, w-what was that?”

“This place makes chicks insane.” Jason shrugged. “Come on, Tiffany. Let’s fucking go.”

I frowned, but led him to the elevator. We didn’t talk for the whole ride up until we emerged in the empty warehouse. Behind me was the prairie where Carter and I had finally fucked with the promise of freedom in my head. That wasn’t where I led Jason. I went towards the front of the facility.

There were only a handful of guards between us and freedom. We managed to evade them by hiding and some luck. We arrived at the large gate and Jason placed Wren down to force the door to the security booth open. It was unmanned. He pressed a button, but a red light flared with a buzz.

“I need the card to open the gate,” he said, looking at me from inside the booth and extending his hand, expecting me to give him the keycard.

I looked at that woodpecker tattoo on his wrist. I frowned for a moment. I looked at the passed-out Wren, then I took a step back.

“Why did Wren freak out when she saw you?”

“What? Look at me! Why do you think she freaked out? Tiffany, we don’t have time for this,” Jason said furiously. “Give me the card.”

“No,” I took another step back. “You’re lying to me. The tattoo … She recognized you.”

“Tiff,” he growled, stepping out of the booth.

“You-You raped her! You’re the one who attacked her!” I shouted.

“Fuck, Tiff.” Jason grunted. “You had to get all Sherlock Holmes on me, huh? Yeah, I did it. My boys did it. Their kind is destroying our country. Someone has to make a stand and make sure they know fear so they don’t forget their place.”

“J-Jason!”

He sighed and shook his head, obviously frustrated and disappointed.

“The plan was simple. You and me get out and we call the cops. I was even going to let you live. But you just had to bring her along, didn’t you?

Couldn’t leave that loose end. So the plan changed: we get out, I have my fun with you, then I break your neck and dump you in the woods.

Since you’re backing out now, I guess the plan just changed again.

” His cock twitched as he walked towards me.

I couldn’t believe he was getting off to this. I stepped back, tripped, and fell on my ass. Jason loomed over me, his monstrous dick dripping pre-cum on my tits.

“I guess I’ll take that card from you and smash your head in,” Jason grunted. “I can find another chick to fuck on the outside. Not a big loss,” he said, then stroked his pulsing dick. “Though maybe I have just enough time.”

“Y-you can’t…” I said, in tears. “We’re friends.”

“Friends with benefits now,” he snarled.

He leaned down and almost grabbed my neck, when a loud bang rippled across the courtyard. The bullet ripped through his forearm, taking out a chunk of his enlarged muscle, and sending him staggering back.

“W-what!” Jason cried in pain and confusion.

Another bang. The woosh of a bullet flying through the air was followed by the sound of flesh tearing as Jason was shot in the thigh. He fell to his knees.

“T-the fuck?!”

“Tiffany, are you okay?”

I looked back to see Carter approaching, holding a rifle in his hand and wearing a black jumpsuit.

He was too close to be the one shooting.

As Jason saw him, he roared furiously. He pushed himself up to his feet and prepared to lunge at Carter.

Another shot came from the darkness. This one hit Jason’s crotch, tearing one of his balls open and sending him to the ground, groaning in pain.

“C-Carter?” I asked.

“Yes, it’s me, sweet cow. I’m here.”

“He - he wanted to hurt me!” I said, crying and rising to my knees. I hugged Carter around the waist as I sobbed. “He hurt Wren!”

“I know. I knew you wouldn’t believe me. I needed you to find out for yourself.” He gently pet my head.

Jason whimpered, crawling with one hand cupping his destroyed testicles and the other pulling his body across the mud. Another shot rang through the field. His uninjured thigh was suddenly ripped apart. Jason collapsed again.

“Who’s shooting now?”

“Susan. She has a bone to pick with him,” Carter said seriously. “I told her not to kill him. That honor … is mine. Only if you let me, Tiff.”

“You want my permission to kill him?”

“I want your permission to blow that fucking nazi’s brains out,” Carter said.

I thought about what Jason said. I looked at Wren, passed out, and I nodded. Carter had been right. Jason was a bad man. He was a bad bull now. There was only one way to deal with him. “D-do it,” I said, firmly, wiping my eyes. “Kill him.”

Carter raised his rifle, watching Jason trying to crawl away again.

He aimed at the back of his head and squeezed the trigger slowly.

When the bullet fired, Jason’s body stiffened and collapsed.

Instant death. The ragged hole in his skull watered the grass with his blood.

His body was halfway between us and the gate.

Good. He died in fear, in pain, face down in the mud. He died a prisoner.

Fucking nazi.

“Carter…” I nuzzled his stomach through his black jumpsuit.

Carter gestured in the air, as the lights in the main courtyard turned on. From the darkness, several guards arrived. They moved towards Jason’s body and a truck rolled from a warehouse. Dr. Yan and three nurses moved to the collapsed Wren.

“You were watching the whole time?” I asked.

Carter nodded. I felt his cocks hardening under the jumpsuit. I unzipped it, releasing his twin dicks.

Maybe something was wrong with me, considering I was this horny after everything. Maybe I just wanted to prove that I hadn’t been ready to leave. I’d just wanted the truth about Jason and there was only one way to get it, making him confess. I’d been good and I wanted a reward.

I ran my parted lips over one cock and gently stroked the other before lavishing both with my wet tongue, getting them all ready.

“T-Tiff.” He grunted. “We’re not alone. C-can’t this wait?”

I didn’t care who saw. I told him last time we were above ground – I was his. He was my owner. It was that simple. I wanted him. He wanted me, there wasn’t a good enough reason to wait.

“No, it can’t wait. I can’t wait,” I moaned.

I looked up at him as he dropped the gun. He let out a panting breath as I pushed his cocks together and took them both in my mouth. I gagged myself on him, slobbered all over his dicks, and moaned at how he filled my mouth and throat. The guards largely ignored us, but I didn’t care either way.

“Tiff,” he groaned.

I gulped his cocks, running my tongue between them, trying everything that came to mind because he deserved it all.

When he tried to draw back, ordering someone to pay attention to work, I gripped his ass and pulled him tighter against me.

My tits rubbed against his thigh, making my nipples buzz and leak with milk.

A throaty moan tried to push between my lips, but was muffled by his cocks in the best way. Carter gripped my hair tightly and pulled me off his cocks.

“I’m not sharing my favorite cow,” he snarled. “No one gets to see you coming but me.”

I moaned as he pulled me up by my hair and dragged me to the security booth. I wanted it. I wanted him to rewrite every terrible thing I remembered, to fix it all with new, better memories. I’d do the same for him. He’d never consider his double-dick endowment ‘monstrous’ again.

“Fuck me,” I moaned before mooing softly. “Milk me and fuck me.”

“It’ll waste milk,” he argued while shutting the door and bending me over the desk. It groaned under my weight, but I didn’t care, not when I felt his wet cocks rubbing against my ass.

“Lick it off me after. Fuck me, Carter. Make my pussy yours, my ass, my throat. Use me. I’ll be such a good cow. Your pretty fucking cow,” I begged.

He ground against my ass and wrapped his arms around me, kissing my throat, up to my ear. “Tell me how pretty you are.”

He traced some of my spots with his fingers, making me tremble and arch against him. I’d say anything to have him. I was soaked, aching, and needed him to make tonight good.

“I’m your prettiest cow. Perfectly spotted with so many options for you to grab, lick, bite, own,” I panted. “Fuck me in front of a mirror next and I’ll kiss my own reflection.”

“My sweet slutty Tiff,” he groaned. He turned my chin to face him and kissed me hungrily as one hand moved up my belly, squeezing in appreciation until he got to my breast.

As I asked, he milked me while using his other hand to adjust his dicks. One against my ass, one against my cunt. “I’ll fill you up with my cum again, take you to bed, and stretch your pussy all over again. We’ll fuck for as long as we can take it.”

I could always take him. I proved it by rocking back so he filled me with one sure thrust. Carter groaned and my lips parted with him. I was so full of him, so perfectly, amazingly full. He squeezed and lightly twisted my nipple as he panted against my lips.

“I’m yours. I can always take it. I’ll always want more,” I moaned.

He fucked me like it was his single mission in life to make me cum. His fingers on my nipple, his fingers on my clit, his mouth on mine, licking moans off my tongue, it was flawless. Every harsh thrust pushed me further onto the table, but I kept arching back, needing to feel more of him.

I came for him, but he just fucked me harder, snarling in my ear, telling me exactly how he was going to use me, all the toys he’d use too, until I wasn’t sure if my second orgasm was from the dirty talk or from his feral fucking.

It didn’t matter. As I lingered on the edge of orgasm number three, I broke. Moaning, mooing, yelling his name wasn’t enough.

“Breed me! Fill me! Fucking breed me!” I begged in a hoarse shout.

Carter snarled, bit my throat just above my clanking collar and gave me a series of deep, sure thrusts before we came together. I gushed all over his cocks, milking them as he pumped me full of cum. I shuddered and slumped down, savoring the feel of his pulsing cocks inside me.

I was his. Forever. I wasn’t ashamed to let the whole world know; I was his cow. And he was my owner.