Текст книги "Milked for the Holidays"

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CHAPTER 9

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JESSICA

Every inch of me throbs as she pulls the cart over and takes out various strange bottles. Perhaps she’s telling the truth, and it wasn’t sexual after all? She certainly doesn’t seem affected by it. At least, not nearly as affected as I am.

My body still buzzes as she slathers a pale blue goo onto my legs. While it sits there, she grabs a fresh bottle and pours the same odd concoction, red this time, over my arms, taking an extreme interest in my armpits. She goes over my body until the only untouched area is my pussy and asshole.

I stand there, stiff as she watches me. Since I don’t know what this stuff is doing, I don’t dare move. I can’t chance making the goos mix or dripping somewhere they shouldn’t. After a few moments, an odd warmth surrounds my body.

It’s a slight tingle, like ants crawling over my skin. I want to cry out, to tell her it’s uncomfortable, but the damn gag keeps me mute. Instead, harsh, guttural groans vibrate through my throat.

“I understand this might be uncomfortable, but we’re almost done.” Her slim fingers tap against her arm as if counting down.

After a few more moments, she kneels in front of me, takes a jagged-looking tool, and runs it down my thigh. I half expect it to hurt, but it doesn't. It almost feels like a nice scratch when you’ve been itchy for so long.

I can’t help the moan reverberating through me as she scrapes the irritant off of my skin. After each drag, she wipes it off into a bucket until all of it is off. Glancing down, I note the lack of hair.

My skin is smooth and far softer than I’ve ever felt it. My eyes widen as I look up at Enook, noting her lips twitching as if trying to smother a smile. She guides me over to the cot and helps me lie down.

“The Ranchers prefer their cows devoid of hair except on the head and face. It allows them to be easier to clean and maintain. This process is permanent, and will only be reversed if you choose to go back to your home planet at the end of three hundred and sixty-five Earth solar rotations.”

A year? I’m stuck here for a year? But then, her words actually permeate my brain. As much as I want to go back, I’d love to negotiate keeping this aspect. To live the rest of my life without hair might make the rest of this humiliation worth it.

However, my thoughts scatter as she spreads open my thighs. Eyes wild, I look down at her, not wanting yet another intimate encounter. But she simply smiles and holds up another bottle.

Right. Hair everywhere. Of course, that would include down there as well. Dragging a deep breath into my nose, I force myself to calm. I’ve been waxed before, so this should feel similar.

Just like with my breasts, her movements are clinical, not touching anything inappropriate unless she’s moving something out of the way. Once she’s done with my front, she turns me over to drag the same tingling goo up my ass crack. But since I now know what to expect, it’s not nearly as uncomfortable.

Before too long, she’s scraping those areas down, leaving me bare and tingling. Cool air kisses my exposed skin, sending a shiver through my body. Again, she turns me back over and heads up to my face.

This time, only small strips are applied, leaving my eyebrows. By the time she’s done, I just know I’ll be glowing from head to toe. After cleaning up her workstation, she grabs a bottle of something that looks like oil.

She rubs it into my skin, her movements perfunctory and quick. It makes me wonder if this is what she meant about not being able to pamper me. My heart thumps in my chest as she skims up my body. This is the one thing that could have felt nice.

Once I’m how she wants me, she stands and helps me to my feet. No more words are exchanged between us as she grabs some straps from the bottom area of the cart. She winds them around my body, hoisting my massive breasts up.

The relief is immense, causing me to sag against her. Enook gives a soft chuckle before standing me back up. “Once you’re properly milked, you’ll feel much better. I promise.”

Tears prick my eyes as I blink at her. I wish I could speak, to tell her how grateful I am for her small amount of kindness. She didn’t have to be nice. She could have been cruel, like Nagán.

Again, my mind turns to his brother, Vrokjan. Just picturing his muscular body scatters all other thoughts. The way he touched me, treated me… He was different, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make my body burn.

Arousal gathers at my lower lips, drawing my attention back to that needy part of me. It has to be the serum. I’ve been turned on before, but nothing like this. My inner walls flutter in desperation as my body begs to be filled.

Sex was never such an all-consuming emotion for me. It was nice. Something to pass the time and bring me closer to the man in question. But it was never a need. If it was ever that bad, I just took care of business myself.

My fingers twitch by my side as I do my best not to touch myself. I’ve already been tackled before, and I don’t wish to experience an encore. When she leads me out into the hallway, I freeze.

Though she turns and gives me a sympathetic smile, she clips a leash to the front of the harness and tugs. Just like a damned animal. The obstinate, self-preservation part of my brain freezes as I dig in my heels.

I was lucky the first time to go through these halls with no one seeing me, but who knows what will happen as we go further. Though I’m not ashamed of how I look, I don’t relish the idea of perfect strangers, alien or otherwise, seeing me like this.

And that’s when everything crashes in on me. Logically, I knew about the auction. It was spoken of enough that I knew it was coming. But now that I’m actually faced with the inevitable, I find I can’t go through with it.

Fear tears through me as I buck against her, flailing about as I grip the lead in my hands. If only I can get away. And then what? Where will I go? What will I do?

I shove those thoughts to the side for now. That’s a problem for later, to be solved when I get to it. Right now, I have to run. I have to save myself. Tugging with all my might, I do my best to yank the lead away, but Enook holds firm.

Her lips turn down into a disappointed frown as she shakes her head. Fuck her emotional manipulation. It doesn’t matter that she was nice to me, she’s still the enemy.

Winding the lead around my hand, I tug again, but she doesn’t budge. With an exasperated sigh, she lifts one graceful hand in the air and motions to someone or something I can’t see. She keeps me grounded there with only one hand and not a lot of effort.

Fuck, but these aliens are strong. That or the serum they gave me also makes me weaker. Desperation beats at my chest as I try again, to no avail—the very definition of insanity. I’m crazy for doing this, plain and simple.

Using both hands, I plant my feet onto the smooth floor and heave with all my might. And still, she doesn’t so much as twitch. I keep my eyes trained on her as I grunt and groan, biting down on the gag as I use every bit of strength I have.

“Resistance is futile, little cow,” she murmurs, her eyes taking on a hint of sadness.

Moments before I feel any sensation, I hear the crackling of electricity behind me. I’m unable to turn and confront this new threat before the weapon touches my skin. Pain explodes through my body as a knife-like sensation, almost like a punch to the muscle, slams into me.

Everything tenses up as my body seizes, going rigid. I let go of the lead and fall to the floor, unable to keep myself upright. My muscles twitch hard, each jerk causing me to writhe on the cool tile.

Eventually, the stranger removes the tortuous device, allowing me to lie there unmolested. Breaths come in uneven gasps through my nose. It’s not nearly enough oxygen. If only my mouth was free.

A large blue being walks over in front of me, a long rod in his hand. He’s not as dark blue as the Ranchers, but his eyes are nearly pitch black. They glare down at me in a menacing stare.

Arcs of electricity sizzle from the tip as he kneels down and grabs my jaw. “You will behave,” he growls out, the icy sound sending shards of terror into my very soul.

Handing off his staff to another, he pulls out another set of straps. Off to the side, Enook wheels over an odd contraption and stops it at my head. Without any preamble, the male lifts me up and lays me on it face down.

He spreads my thighs open, arranging my legs on either side of the protrusion in the middle, and straps them down. Next are my arms. He secures them down on the flat part on the base and steps back once I’m as he wants me. All I can see is the shiny black of his shoes as he walks away.

With a soft whir, the furniture comes to life. The part under my chest raises up, showing off my engorged breasts. They push into my throat, making it even harder to breathe.

Fear slithers through my body as I suck in as much air as possible. My pulse races, thudding in my head with every rapid beat. But after what feels like an eternity, it lowers, allowing me precious oxygen.

“She’s ready.” The raspy voice fills the space, flooding my ears.

Once more, Enook tugs on the lead and wheels me down the hall. With my face down like it is, all I can see is a shiny expanse of tile. Luckily, it’s reflective enough that I can see everything around me without craning my neck.

However, I soon scrunch my eyes closed as motion sickness threatens to overwhelm me. When we stop, I stare down at the floor, my breath seizing in my lungs. From the reflection, I see several women in varying shapes, sizes, and nationalities.

At least it’s good these aliens don’t discriminate? Honestly, that’s the only positive I can see. That, and I’m not alone in this. Unfortunately, I seem to be the only one strapped down while the others can mill about.

On the reflective surface, their bodies dip and sway, slightly distorted, like a funhouse mirror. It makes my insides clench as I realize I’m living out this horror movie montage with no way of getting help.

These women are just as stuck as I am. Granted, I’m not sure how they’re able to be so calm. Is it just me then? Am I the fuck up? Through the reflection, I watch as they gather closer, their curious gazes drifting over me.

They’re all gagged as well, so it’s not as if they can ask me what I did to earn such a punishment. There’s a slight hint of pity in their eyes. That is, if I’m reading the expression right. It’s still not the same as looking at them face to face.

“If I let you up, will you be a good cow for me?” Enook’s soft voice dances around in my skull. “Look closely, heifers,” she calls out. “We don’t take kindly to insubordination. Keep mindful of your handlers as you’re brought to the auction stage. Trust me. You will not wish to cross them. They are far more swift to punish than we are.”

Her words worm their way into my skull, each syllable burning into my brain. The pain from the electric jolt from earlier still stings, giving credence to her words. Sagging down onto the weird bench, I focus on my breathing as she unhooks the straps.

Every fiber of my being wants to lash out, to push her aside and run, but I see where that’s gotten me. Nowhere. If I want to survive, I have to obey. Even though I knew that, part of me had to fight, to see for myself if I could escape or not.

With a firm grip, she helps me up. The hallway dips and sways a bit, but she doesn’t let me go. In fact, her touch is a little comforting, a powerful presence reminding me I’m not truly alone.

Now that I can see the women face-to-face, I see the pity etched in their features. Off to the side, some huddle together, tears running down their cheeks. Already, we look like a herd, seeking out comfort in each other, complete strangers.

Pain and fear fill the small space, making me nearly ill. Soft sniffles meet my ears, threatening to pull me under the wave of despair threatening to drown me. Off to the side, a tall, leggy woman with enlarged breasts and flaming red hair motions me over.

I shuffle toward her, keeping myself mindful of the lead. Thankfully, Enook lets me go, and so I have my own little herd of misery like the others. We huddle together, finding strength and solace as we hold hands.

My breasts ache again. They feel so full and heavy. Pain zips from my nipples straight to my core, but instead of it being just uncomfortable, my stupid arousal flares back up. The whole situation is just mortifying.

An odd wetness slides down the underside of my breasts, and I realize I’m leaking. At first, I didn’t want to believe I was actually being forced to produce milk, but now that I see it with my own eyes, I can’t deny it. I’m fucking lactating.

With a gasp, I look over to the stranger and note her own breasts leaking. At least it’s not just me. It’s a comforting thought, even though the whole situation is just fucked up.

“We are close to Icora,” an alien female announces.

Walking over to the side of the hallway, she places her palm against the shiny metal. Within moments, the wall dissolves, showing the outside of the ship. Stars and galaxies fill my vision, leaving me in awe.

Others seem to only find fear in the view, causing them to cry out from behind their gags. Unfortunately, I can’t seem to find it in me to be scared. I’m far too enthralled with the beautiful display.

Without even thinking about Enook or my leash, I head over to the wall and place my hand against it. It’s as if I can just push through, and I’ll be free-floating in space.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” she murmurs next to me. “I never tire of seeing this view as we head home. If you look to the right, you’ll see our destination.”

Icora looms in the distance, its surface looking very similar to pictures I’ve seen of the Earth from space. Only, instead of mixtures of blues and whites, it’s teals and purples. The clouds covering various spots range from a light lavender, so close to being white, to a deep rich purple.

I look over at my handler, my apprehension rising. Will I even be able to survive there?

With a soft smile, Enook pats my hand. “Do not worry, little cow. Our atmosphere is compatible with yours. It may take a few days to get used to, seeing as the air is just a touch thinner than your Earth, but you will not suffer. We’ve had hundreds of cows and haven’t lost one yet. Come. It’s time to prepare you for docking.”

Glancing over at the friend I made, I scoot over, wanting to sit next to her. Again, we hold hands, our grips like iron as we’re herded over to another room. One by one, they sit us down and strap us in.

Once we’re as they want us, the handlers grab onto rings stationed around the room. No warning is given as the room plummets, detaching from the ship. All around me, our muffled screams shoot up to the heavens.

My stomach flips like I’m going down a rollercoaster, sending bile up my throat. The very last thing I can do right now is throw up. I’ll choke if I can’t get myself under control.

Grabbing my new friend with one hand, I place the other on my stomach and will it to settle down. I scrunch my eyes closed, squeezing them tight. Just like on all the rides I went on growing up, my stomach stops flipping, allowing me to drag in a breath of air through my nose.

At least once this part is over, I’ll be on solid ground. The fact that all I care about is feeling dirt beneath my feet says a lot about my mental state. Unfortunately, nothing is in my control. I’ll have to relish every freedom they give me.

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CHAPTER 10

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VROKJAN

I stare at the empty stage, my balls drawing up as I hear the muffled sounds coming from behind the curtain. Soon, I’ll see my lovely cow again. Shifting in my chair, I cup my erection through my space suit.

There’s just something about her that makes me want to take leave of my senses. Though I know she’s here for a purpose, I find I want so much more. For the first time, I’m actually considering taking a cow as a mate.

Around me, there’s a smattering of whispers as other Ranchers sit up in anticipation. There’s an air of excitement, a hum almost, as we wait for this new herd. The room is packed, far more than I expected.

Normally, we hold auctions biannually and were not looking to add fresh humans for another several months. However, since many of these humans cling to their thoughts and memories from Earth, some of the Ranchers decided to indulge their pets. In my opinion, it’s dangerous to allow them to influence how we do things. How we’ve always done things.

Christmas. The word is foreign to me. It has absolutely no meaning, and yet the pet cows seem to be elated that they’re allowed to celebrate. They jingle about as they decorate trees and whisper to each other in hushed tones. However, if it brings them joy and their owners wish to indulge, who am I to put up a fight?

After all, happy cows produce much sweeter milk. It’s why I never understand the Ranchers who just put theirs out to pasture and rarely interact. To me, it’s a win-win situation to keep them sexually, mentally, and emotionally satisfied.

Adjusting my cock so it’s more comfortable in this engorged state, I examine the box sitting on my table. As with all other auctions, monetary amounts are determined by who can click in the fastest. Right now, it glows a dull red, but will get brighter when the auction actually starts.

We all stare in rapt attention at the stage, waiting for the cows to come out. As far as I know, I’m the only one lucky enough to have seen a heifer before time. All the rest are going in blind. Turning to look behind me, I note the determination on the other Ranchers’ faces.

Milk production is down since many of the Earthlings want to go home. So, in a way, it’s good to have this auction when we are. It will let us replenish stock and keep up with the growing demand. Off to the side, one of the other Ranchers on my farm, Antroli, nods, his finger poised above the button.

He knows what type of cows I want, and so I trust him to make wise decisions with our money. The cows he chooses will be put in our worker herd, rounding out the dwindling numbers. But Jessica will be all mine.

The lights dim in the arena, plunging us into near darkness. It’s time. The energy rises as we all lean forward, waiting for a glimpse of the first cow on stage. Thankfully, we don’t have to wait long.

A handler waltzes out, her steps long and dainty. Behind her, she tugs along a slightly reluctant heifer. Red hair blazes in the bright illumination, making it look like she’s on fire. Antroli gasps, his audible intake of air nearly drowned out by the musical tones of people bidding.

He’s obviously smitten. High, firm, round breasts. Pale, creamy skin with a smattering of freckles. She’s just the type he likes to breed. Based on where she’s from, it seems as if we’re soon to have a little Highland cow gracing our farm.

The deep tone of his buzzer fills the air, competing with the others in attendance. Leaning back, I watch in amusement as his face screws up in concentration. Based on the number flying across the screen, this little heifer better be worth it.

She’s already worth two of a normal cow. Glancing back over, I watch as the handler puts her down on all fours, showing off the pale pink lips of her pussy. Physically, she looks as if she’ll produce good milk, and so I let the poor, besotted Rancher drive the numbers up.

Celestials know I’ll be doing the same when my cow crosses the stage. Besides, he’s an invaluable asset to the ranch and deserves a nice treat for himself. Antroli keeps his finger above the button as he waits for the announcement that he’s the winner. After several breaths, his button turns green, showing that he’s won.

He sags against the back of his chair and gives me a half-hearted shrug before showing me the total. At least triple what we normally pay, but if it keeps him happy, then I’m fine with it. The handler drags our little Highland off the stage and into the waiting pen, where hopefully more cows will follow.

For this to be a worthwhile auction, we need at least two more heifers to join her. Granted, with the way Antroli’s eyes trail after the red-headed cow, we might need to snag a third. After a few moments, everything is reset and prepped for the next cow.

It’s not Jessica. Nor is the one after. Several cows come out, each one beautiful in their own way, but they’re not the cow I’m looking for. Thankfully, now that Antroli is no longer thinking with his dick, we have another worker added to our herd.

My insides clench as other cows are trotted out and purchased. What is taking so long? Surely she should have been shown by now.

When she finally comes out from behind the curtain, I let my breath out in a whoosh. She’s even prettier than I remember. Her ebony hair hangs about her face in snarled tousles, causing a frown to turn down my lips.

“Seems this cow has caused a little bit of trouble,” the auctioneer jokes. “The mark on her rump will go away in a few days. Our enforcer had to bring her to heel.”

Anger fuzzes my vision as the handler turns her around, showing a bright red welt on her otherwise pristine skin. I understand their methods, but it doesn’t mean I like it. Antroli rests his hand against my shoulder, drawing my mind back to the present.

I must stay vigilant if I want to win her. Besides, it’s not as if I don’t have plans to mark her myself. I just hate the fact that I wasn’t the first one to do it. A smile tilts my lips as I note the defiant look on her face.

Knowing her, she has no remorse. She certainly caused trouble and has no problem doing it again. The defiance in her eyes is a refreshing change from the soulless cows who have been bought before her.

The problem is, she’s making herself a target. Thankfully, most Ranchers don’t want troublesome cows. But the ones who do will drive her price up. I’ll allow many things, but I can’t let her end up with the more sadistic of my species.

Glancing over my shoulder, I look at the two I’m most worried about. Jakroon and Ratainio lean forward, their eyes gleaming as they stare at my cow. Their fingers lay poised over their buttons.

I pull out my communicator and scroll through the folders until I find the one with how much money I have. Sliding over next to Antroli, we put our heads together, keeping our voices low so others won’t hear.

He knows I want this cow and will do anything in my power to get her. Right now, it’s a matter of money. Thankfully, our crop has produced a chunk of the milk that’s been distributed, and we’ve been fortunate to have a lot stored in our coffers.

However, I’m not just successful because I know how to handle cows. I’m successful because I’m smart in my business practices. Jessica might very well be the first impulse buy I’ve ever made.

Looking up at the stage, I watch as they put her down on all fours. Her massive breasts hang low, nearly brushing the floor. Agony is etched in every line of her face, tugging at my heart.

Milk beads up on her nipples as her breasts sway back and forth like an erotic pendulum. How I desperately wish to take them into my mouth and suck her dry. Even Antroli is transfixed as the auctioneer leans down to run his fingers over the swell.

Have we ever had a cow this engorged? She will certainly produce a lot of milk for us. Even though she’ll be kept as my pet, she’ll definitely be able to recoup any loss I take from buying her.

Again, we scroll through the figures, taking stock of what we’ve spent already. However, the number in my head is just arbitrary. I’ll spend my entire fortune if it means making her mine.

The buttons light up red, alerting us it’s nearly time to bid. He turns Jessica around and forces her legs to spread, showing everyone her dripping pussy. Is it the pain or the humiliation that makes her so wet?

The serum does a lot of things, arousal included, but the amount that glistens on her skin in the bright lights is far more than I was expecting. Several other Ranchers gasp, their sharp intake of breath mirroring the painful clench of my balls.

When the auctioneer turns her back around and starts the bidding, I watch her face. There’s a fear there that hadn’t been present before. Her eyes search out the darkness. Is she looking for me?

My fingers hover over the button, but I don’t press it. Not yet. I let some of the newer, weaker farms get their bids in. They’re quickly overshadowed. Next are the Ranchers who already spent a fortune on other cows waiting for them.

Still, I don’t make a move. Next to me, Antroli shifts about, his gaze bouncing between my button and the figure scrolling above. The amount is high, but not nearly out of the realm of possibility for me.

With each bid, the tone causes Jessica to jump. But she has no way of knowing who wants to buy her. I, however, have memorized each tone and know just who thinks they can afford a precious heifer like her.

Many are higher in pitch—the newer Ranchers—thus limited income. Scattered throughout are some lower tones, bids from ranches who surprise me. They didn’t seem to be the type to want a cow like her. Maybe they’re caught up in the frenzy?

But they don’t concern me. Those aren’t the tones I’m worried about. Soon, the steady plinks dwindle to a few beeps here and there until, finally, a low, strident honk fills the space.

Jakroon. I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist for long. I let him play up the others, putting them out of the race. Just as he thinks he’s won, I finally touch the button.

Jessica’s eyes fly over to my table, but I know she can’t see me. I wonder if she instinctively knows I’m the one who pressed the button. Behind me, Jakroon quickly taps his, bringing the bid up higher.

Over and over we volley, the beeps almost concordant as we battle it out. No other tones fill the space. It’s just him and me. If I take the time to look, I’m sure the other Ranchers stare at us, watching our battle play out.

However, I know something not many else do. The money he thinks he’s playing with is finite. He’s already spent far more than he should on cows, leaving his coffers a bit dry. Even now, I sense the hesitation in the way he taps the button.

Harsh whispers fly back and forth between him and Ratainio, confirming my suspicions. I can’t hear what they’re saying, but I don’t need to understand the words to comprehend the feelings behind them. Glancing over at Antroli, I give him a victorious smile.

The end is near.

After a few more volleys between Jakroon and me, the room goes silent. I strain in the darkness, listening for anything that might alert me that a new player is about to take the field. But there’s nothing.

When my button turns green, I sag against my chair as sweet relief flows through me. If it were any other cow, I’d let the brothers have her, but not Jessica. Never Jessica.

Though it’s customary to wait until after the auction to see to the heifers, I slap Antroli on the shoulder and head out. He knows the rest of our budget, and since we came under what I estimated for Jessica, he has enough funds for another cow or two.

I leave the future herd in his hands as I make my way through the tables to the back. Other Ranchers congratulate me on my new acquisition, but their well wishes fall on deaf ears.

They mean nothing to me. I won’t be able to think or even breathe until I have Jessica back in my arms and under my exacting thumb. The first thing I’ll need to do though is figure out what exactly she did that caused an enforcer to punish her.

Knowing her, it would probably be that smart mouth. My lips curve into a smile as I remember her scathing remarks toward me. But knowing the handler, she should have already had the gag in place.

As much as need propels me forward, I pull the enforcer off to the side. His words are sparse, delivering the basics. She did fight, after all. I really can’t blame her for trying. Seeing as she’s already been punished, I’ll let it stay and not bring it up again.

I make my way to the pens and look at the many cows gathered there. They’re separated into pens allocated to the various ranches. Those with multiple heifers huddle together, their heads bent toward each other in solidarity.

It’s the pens containing only one cow that really touches that nerve in my heart. They stand there looking pitiful, tears dotting their eyes as they look at the others. I wish I could be heartless and cruel, but I was never able to figure out how to become callous toward them.

Stepping over to a new Rancher’s pen, I motion for the cow to come over to me. Her eyes widen as she looks at me and shakes her head. Soft sobs drift from around her gag as she stands there, trembling.

With a sigh, I snap my fingers and motion toward the gate. Eventually, she comes over. Just like a skittish animal, she makes her way over to me, stopping and starting every few moments.

It takes forever, but she’s eventually close enough for me to pat her head. “I know your Rancher,” I murmur, rubbing the tears off her cheeks. “He’s a good man. You will be well-fed and well-fucked. I trained the man myself. So don’t cry.”

For a moment, she stands there, still as a statue, but then she nuzzles my hand. I’m not sure if she even realizes she’s doing it. With another pat to the top of her head, I pull away, heading to my own cow.

Thankfully, since Antroli and I both share the ranch, Jessica will not be alone. Our pen is further in the back, where the larger sections are allocated. Normally, when we go to auction, we get at least five or more cows, so it just makes sense. The smaller ranches don’t need as much room as we do.

The cows huddle together, the soft sounds around their gags sounding more like mooing than actual communication. My cock pulses as I picture Jessica on all fours in front of the milking machine, mooing her pleasure as the milk drains from her breasts. Gritting my teeth, I will my ardor to flag.

There’s a lot to be done before I can sink myself into her wet pussy. Stepping inside the gate, I watch as the cows shrink in on themselves, as if huddling together even tighter will protect them. I put my fingers to my lips and whistle, bringing their wide gazes over to me.