Atonement Chapter Six
“Are you feeling better now?” asked Eve, her hand wrapped around MU2’s neck.
MU2 smiled dreamily, comforted by the dominant hand of her mistress. “Everything is all right, now,” she burbled.
Eve chuckled, squeezing her hand on MU2’s neck. MU2 felt pure joy in her submission to Eve, so happy that she had been reunited with her.
She wasn’t feeling quite as stupid as before. She tended to lose track of her thoughts due to the focus she placed on her mistress, but lately she had been able to tone down the intensity.
Her memories were accessible, but muted. Not intrusive, like they had been before, but neatly categorized. Her past no longer bothered her, because she was being useful. She had found her purpose.
She rubbed her hand over her belly, marveling at the quick growth of her child. She had spent a glorious month with Eve, fucking and drinking her milk, restructuring her mind to better serve her keeper. It had been a bit of a honeymoon, but nothing could last forever.
Eve had finally been assigned new duties, and needed to go back to work. MU2 had complained bitterly for a day or two, but had finally accepted that this was the way things had to be. The Farm needed to run, and she couldn’t take up all of Eve’s time.
She consoled herself with the thought that Eve would always be waiting for her after work. Waiting to play with her cow. And MU2 would be there, loyal to the end.
“Ah, here we are,” declared Eve. “No more temporary housing, MU2, this is the permanent home for your herd!”
There was little to see initially as they stepped into the airlock. MU2 waited patiently, excitement mixed with trepidation. Her body trembled. She hadn’t seen the other cows in months. What if they hated her?
“Don’t worry, cow,” said her lover, reading her body language. “The other cows have adapted well to their transformation and have become a proper herd. You should have no problems with them.”
The door rolled open, revealing a multi leveled room with ladders and ramps leading up and down. They were painted in pastel blues, soothing colors. There was even a large spiral slide that led from the top floor all the way to the bottom. It looked like a gigantic playground.
MU2 marveled in wonder, suddenly eager to explore, but she still cowered in her keeper’s hand, feeling shy. She looked around nervously, but there were no other cows in sight. They could be hiding in one of the alcoves or behind the series of purple partitions.
“These accommodations were built with fully transformed cows in mind,” Eve explained, pointing out the different areas.
“At ground level, there’s a series of milking stalls. You have a choice of single or communal milking, depending on your comfort level. On the top floor are accommodations, beds, sofas, and an entertainment area. The second floor has an exercise area with built in spa and pool.”
She gestured to the far wall, where a glowing light marked a door. “If you’re not feeling up to the stairs or ladders, the lift is in the far corner. What do you think?”
She was thinking that it sounded amazing, but her anxiety increased when she saw motion coming from the top floor. Curious faces peeked out from the balcony, looking down on the two of them.
A cheerful mooing sound echoed from the rafters, cow after cow jumping into the spiral slide. They spun around and around as they dropped, white and black mixed with brown and red.
MU2 drew back as they approached, but Eve held her strong, preventing her from running. “Stop that,” she ordered strongly. “They’re only curious.”
The cows had gotten uncomfortably close, running their hands over her body in greeting. She jumped as the white cow took handfuls of her breasts. “You’re pretty,” said the cow, lips curling. “But can you produce more than me?”
She lifted her own udder, showing off her voluminous assets. Her breasts looked like they were made of porcelain, all of the pigment drained from her skin. The surface was shiny, well oiled. The cow was taking care of herself.
“I won’t take that bet,” said the next cow. “None of us can produce more than you can.”
This one’s skin was colored brown with white spots. She flexed her arms in a pose, thrusting her chest out. Her abs were tight, with a well defined six pack. “But I bet you can’t lift more than me!”
“Nobody cares about that,” said the cow with a red coloration, her violet eyes spearing the muscled cow. “We all know you’re compensating for low production numbers.”
“Ouch!” the cow replied, acting shocked. “I possess intangible attributes that my keeper finds irresistible!”
She looked off into the distance, smiling at nothing in particular. “Lys’antha’top is the best,” she breathed. “She lets me top her whenever I like.”
Her face reddened. “I hope none of you tell her that. I don’t think that’s supposed to be common knowledge.”
The last cow sighed strongly, flashing the large tattoo of a cobra that stretched vertically between her four breasts. “We’re all cows here,” she declared, blinking at MU2. “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with us.”
MU2 giggled at their banter, trying to match the cows with her memories. “What are your names?” she asked, feeling a bit less nervous.
The four cows gathered in close, smiling at her. “I’m MU1, but you can call me Daisy!” said the white cow.
She pressed her soft udder into MU1’s shoulder and gazed at MU2’s chest. “Look at those breasts,” she declared. “They might even be as big as mine!”
The cow with the cobra tattoo cleared her throat. “I’m Natalia, but I don’t go by that name.” She gazed into the distance, her mind drifting. “Call me MU5, I left my old life behind to become a cow.”
She shivered, her udder jiggling. “I feel so much better as a cow. I don’t ever want to go back. Put me into the stack. Milk me, use me.”
MU2 sensed some unresolved issues, but she didn’t press the cow. She was certain that MU5 would open up if she gave her some time.
The next cow in line had her arms folded. She gave MU2 a half wave of acknowledgement. “Natalia is still recovering from her time in the stack. She did another full shift earlier today and she’s still a little out of it.”
She thrust her hand out, and took MU2’s, pumping it enthusiastically. “Nice to see you again, MU2, I’m MU4, but Ashley is fine, too. They used to laugh at my udder size, but that was before I demonstrated that I could bench press my keeper.”
She shot her a wink, and MU2 withdrew her hand, impressed at the cow’s grip strength. She felt a faint fondness for this cow. She had treated MU2 well during her initial days at the facility.
She gave the cow a wan smile. “I bet you won’t be bench pressing me when I’m full of milk!”
She noticed a speculative look in the cow’s eyes and became worried. “Please, don’t volunteer to try it on me!”
She turned to the last cow, feeling more self confident. This cow’s breasts had swelled up large, her udder filled with milk. The size almost rivaled that of her own, but even so, she couldn’t measure up to Daisy or her. She wasn’t an Ultra.
“You must be Iris,” she said with a little trepidation, tentatively reaching out her hand.
“I don’t bite,” declared the cow, gripping her hand softly. “I’m not always moody! And you can call me MU3 if you want to. My mistress likes that best.” She blushed.
MU2 patted her on the shoulder. “I’m sure she does.”
MU2 was feeling unusual. It almost felt as though these cows were… family?
She was certain that had been the goal of the keepers all along, but despite the blatant manipulation, she didn’t really care. These other cows had welcomed her and she was beginning to think that she might like them.
Sensing her change in mood, Eve squeezed her neck once more and let her go, giving her a light shove into the crowd of babbling cows. “Go, have fun!” she declared, waving at MU1 as she was swallowed by four sets of hands. “I’ll come fetch you after work.”
MU1 quailed, but quickly settled into the group of friendly cows, her tense shoulders relaxing. “You had better!”
Eve chuckled, her hips swaying. “Wouldn’t miss it!” Her voice echoed out of the airlock as it rolled shut behind her.
“Now!” declared Daisy, hefting her breasts. “Are you ready for a little friendly competition?”
“I hope you’ve been working on bulking up,” declared Iris, turning to lead them to a partition wall. “Or I might just run away with the medal.”
Daisy laughed, flashing her teeth which were as white as her face. “If you can beat me, I’ll be legitimately amazed,” she replied. “These babies are locked and loaded.”
She pressed her hands against her nipples, milk trickling out without any apparent effort on her part. They certainly did look almost full.
MU2 looked down at her own chest, which seemed small by comparison. She had little hope of winning this competition due to the fun she had just enjoyed with Eve. They had been spending a lot of time together, their relationship growing at the same rate as her belly.
Eve drained her breasts thoroughly, taking special care to ensure that all of her precious fluids were extracted and saved in her personal milk tank. The latest milestone had been when the depth gauge had registered fifty gallons. At that point, she knew that she had truly arrived.
Her thoughts kept twisting back to Eve, obsessively thinking about their next session together. She was honestly having a hard time concentrating, and hoped that the competition would serve to distract her racing thoughts.
Fortunately, she didn’t need to think, as Daisy took her by the arm, leading her around a series of purple colored partitions arranged octagonally. Her eyes brightened. “This is amazing!” she declared, looking over the setup with delight.
Inside the partition, six interlocked milking stations had been setup facing each other. Once a cow had settled into a donut seat and leaned forward, the suction cups could be attached to her breasts. The seats were angled so that she could watch a display on the floor recording her production, or share in camaraderie with the other cows. It was a group milking station, built just for them.
She twisted her lips. “Why are there six stations?” she asked, confused.
“They probably set this up before Kylie escaped,” said Natalia in a depressed tone, staring at the ground. “They didn’t expect her to be so successful. I didn’t expect it, either,” she muttered, rubbing her fingers together.
“I didn’t expect anything. How could I have made a plan with insufficient information?” Her eyes unfocused, staring deep into the past.
“Ah,” MU2 said brightly. There didn’t appear to be a good response to that.
She rushed over to the milking stations and took a seat, the plush surface of the chair squeezing out to accommodate her significant bulk. It felt fully natural, the gel-like surface cradling her massive butt without any trouble.
She turned her doe eyes to look at the other cows. She grinned, waving the milking cups mounted to a central stand in the air. “Does getting a head start count?”
Iris snorted, violet eyes flashing. “Only if you know how to turn it on!”
MU2 looked around, finding no buttons or switches on the shiny metal surfaces of the milking stand. She shrugged, admitting defeat. “Alright, then, what’s next?”
Iris hurdled the seat opposite her, pressing her ass into the cupped surface. Her chair bounced up and down as it accommodated her bulk. “You let your arms float freely,” she suggested, her hands pointing straight down.
Two cylindrical tubes extended from the floor, stainless steel drums. She pressed her hands inside and there came a clicking sound. Metallic straps extended from the bottom of the chair, capturing her ankles and securing them in place. She thrust her chest outwards, showing off her red coloration.
Her chest was large, as with all cows, her breasts ready and willing to be pumped. She could see the tiniest trickle of milk escaping from one of her top breasts, the droplet descending an inch and halting, stark white contrasting against the dark background of her breast.
MU2 immediately floated away into her memories, but these weren’t painful. Her time with Eve has exorcised the worst of her guilt and flashbacks, replacing them with endless montages of sucking and fucking. She could almost feel her lips squeezing around Eve’s luscious breasts!
She blinked, the mental image vanishing. She touched her lip to convince herself it wasn’t real, her tongue laving the roof of her mouth as she swallowed heavily.
“Are you all right?” asked Daisy, peering at her with concern.
The other cows had taken their stations, strapped down into their chairs, ready for milking. She was the only odd cow out. “Yes, of course,” she mumbled. “Just remembering some happy times with Eve,” she said with more gusto.
Iris nodded at her. “Heather is a strict mistress,” she said, her eyes going blank. “But I love nothing more than to serve her. To lick her. To drink of her. To be fucked by her. I am her cow.” She mooed.
The rest of the cows joined her in agreement. MU2 found herself mooing by rote. It was satisfying to be together with them. To be in a group where everyone thought the same. Her herd.
She slipped her hands into the cylinders that had risen to her shoulder height, the locks clicking in place to ensure she was in the correct position to be milked. Her feet were pulled back into the seat, straps rolling around her ankles until she was properly secured. Her chest thrust outwards, presenting the large globes to the automated milking machine.
“Okay, here are the rules,” declared Ashley. With Natalia in no state to run anything, the muscle bound cow’s natural authority had asserted itself.
“I turn on the suction. You get to drink as much as you want for five minutes while you’re getting pumped. We wait another five minutes, then turn off the pumps and compare the results. Simple, right?”
“Simple,” repeated MU2, looking at her dubiously. “So, how do we begin?”
“Program: Milkmaid,” declared Ashley. “It’s voice activated,” she said to MU2, smirking.
MU2 nodded, wondering what other programs were built into the machine. How many ways were there to milk a cow, really?
The suction cups she had been fondling earlier had taken on a life of their own, turning and raising in midair on their snake-like metallic tubing. They snapped forward, hissing as the suction popped the plastic domes onto her breasts.
She moaned, smiling at the familiar presence. She was going to get milked again! No matter how often it occurred, she always felt a thrill when the cups went on and the tugging at her nipples began. There was a certain comfort in knowing that she was going to be taken care of, to be milked. That her body was valuable and that she produced a desired product. That, irrespective of anything else she did, she would always be wanted.
She relaxed in bliss for a moment, interrupted by a hard prodding sensation at her snatch. A thick, lubricated dildo slid smoothly into her, the pressure rocketing up her vagina. Her ankles locked into place, she could do little but make a surprised noise.
She should have expected its presence, but a little warning would have been nice! It began to vibrate, sending a pleasant hum of pleasure throughout her privates.
“I’m ahead!” declared Iris with glee, peering down at a brightly lit screen built into the floor.
Each of them had a duplicate display showing their current and predicted production numbers in a bar chart, updated in real time as the milk was extracted from their udders.
A bright red line was pushing upwards. Iris was indeed ahead, but looking around, she noticed that Daisy had only begun to express her milk. Her eyes were heavily lidded as she sighed, her flesh distending into the milking cup. Milk gushed out like a river, choking the extraction tubing.
MU2 frowned, realizing that her body wasn’t responding despite the simulation. There just wasn’t enough milk left in her system to support the demands the milking machine was making of her!
A plastic tube nudged the side of her head and she realized that she had made a tactical mistake. Knowing that her milk reserves were low, she should have been drinking as much as she could to give her body the fuel it needed to convert and pump out more precious milk.
She intended to correct that mistake as soon as possible. She tilted her head and wrapped her lips around the tube, sucking at it in desperation. She was rewarded with the warmth of free flowing milk, the pleasant taste washing over the back of her throat.
She clamped her teeth around the tube to prevent it from popping out and looked downwards, determined to at least be competitive in the race. The other cows had done likewise, Natalia squeezing her eyes shut as she sucked voraciously.
Ashley gave her a wink, sipping at her straw languidly. She must know that she didn’t stand much chance of winning, and wasn’t even seriously trying to win. MU2 sucked harder, hoping to catch up with the rest. If she couldn’t beat Ashley, she’d be humiliated!
She glanced down at the stats, tallying them up. Iris had jumped out ahead with a quick lead, her numbers impressive for a non Ultra cow. Natalia was close behind, her experience in the stack serving her well. Daisy was quickly closing the gap, however, her larger frame and well developed breasts settling into their stride.
Ashley was last, as she had expected, but what she hadn’t expected was that she had only barely surpassed the other cow. She jerked at her feeding tube, willing the milk to travel faster down her throat.
She could feel her body responding, but she began to despair. It was too slow, too slow! A trickle began to form at her teats, exploding into a gusher. She hummed along with the thrum of the milkers, pushing her chest out in encouragement.
A bell chimed, the leading number declaring that Iris had reached a half gallon. Her eyes bulged. Impressive numbers for a cow with such a petite frame!
But it couldn’t last. Even with all she could do, Daisy was rapidly catching up. Natalia was the first to fall. She hung her head as Daisy’s numbers climbed past her stats, spitting out the tubing when the timer chimed.
“Drinking time is up!” declared Ashley, the tubes withdrawing into the ceiling.
MU2 took one last pull from her tube before it was yanked from her mouth, a thin spray of milk splattering over the equipment. She set her mouth grimly, determined to put on a good show.
She watched her stats carefully, willing her numbers to grow. She could feel the milk being extracted from her nipples, the warm flow rushing down the tubing.
Her whole body was vibrating, in tune with the suction on her chest and the dildo between her thighs. She blinked, the vibration making it difficult to follow the chart. She blinked again when her bar on the chart grew, and smiled. She was catching up!
Iris had reached one gallon, with Daisy only a sliver behind. MU2 grunted when she realized that she had swapped places with Natalia, who was gasping for breath, her ocher color becoming even redder.
If only she could hold out a little bit longer! She squirmed, watching the chart carefully. The pumps were working hard, but the milk was becoming thinner. The trickles were drying up, the remaining milk sucked away into the system. There was no more to be had!
She mooed desperately, but knew it wasn’t going to be enough to beat Daisy. Indeed, that cow’s bar on the chart was still growing, by the smallest amount. She had almost tied with Iris!
“Program: Quick Release!” shouted Iris, moaning as her milk began to dry up as well.
MU2’s eyes bugged out of her head as the dildo inside her vagina began to churn, buzzing and spinning like an electric generator. Her thighs clenched around the intruder, the sudden stimulation taking her by surprise.
Locked to the seat, she was unable to escape as the dildo tortured the first orgasm out of her. Her whole body vibrated and she wheezed, tears dripping from her eyes, but the mechanical intruder continued to escalate.
She could see the others were having similar issues, their bodies spasming as the robotic program ran its course. Iris was making cute yipping sounds, Daisy grunting as she bore down hard.
Natalia made no motion at all, her glassy eyes dreamy as she rested against the rubber intruder, a dumb smile on her face. Ashley seemed the most rational, her pelvic muscles flexing in time to the bouncing dildo.
Wet lubrication leaked from their vulvas, draining into the chair, which had a circular trench and drain built in to accommodate their excretions. A trench for their lube.
She giggled as her ass spasmed, brought to new heights by the endless mechanical motion. It was getting to be too much for her to handle.
Her mouth dropped open wide and she began to moo, a low sound broadcasting her pleasure to the others. The whole room vibrated, the sound of their mooing echoing from the partition walls.
Her vision whited out for a moment, as the pleasure spiked, sending her to an unexpected peak. It was at its most unbearable when the devices suddenly shut down. Their absence didn’t stop the course of her orgasm, her body rocking as it writhed, expressing the unbelievable pleasure.
After such intensity, the lack of stimulation was amazing. For the first time, she felt as if she had experienced enough. It had only lasted a moment, but the bright spot of pleasure had been burned into her mind forever.
She breathed hard, her pussy tingling in the aftermath. She wasn’t certain whether she wanted to experience anything like that again any time soon.
Ashley frowned, peering at Iris. “What the hell was that? That felt amazing!”
“I was afraid Daisy might win,” admitted Iris. “That’s why I did my research.”
She smiled secretly. “I read the manual. That jackhammer vibration is calibrated at the specific frequency to ensure that a cow will have a proper orgasm while milking. It’s commonly used as a method of reward for good cows.” She winked at MU2. “Good cow.”
“You know this means you’re disqualified,” choked out Ashley, face red from her induced orgasm.
“Yes,” replied Iris. “But what other cow can say they’ve beat an Ultra in a milking competition? I’ll be the talk of The Farm for weeks!” She clenched her lips together, doing her best to hide a wide smile. “Do you really want it to get out that I was able to hold on longer than you without orgasming?”
MU2 suddenly laughed. “You know what, let’s not disqualify her. Let’s tell everyone she won fair and square. That’s sure to put a few noses out of joint. They might even try to replicate the success they’re having with Iris and create more high production cows.”
She massaged her breasts and groaned. “A win-win in my book.”
Ashley rose from her milking bench. “Fine, it’s done. Iris is the winner, despite her dirty tricks. Daisy comes in next due to her voluptuous breasts, Natalia third due to her experience in the stacks, Morgan fourth because she was completely drained before coming here… ”
“... call me MU2, please,” interrupted MU2, beaming her a large smile.
“MU2, then,” continued Ashley without pausing. “And finally, me. I’m last, because I’ve been working out the wrong muscles.”
She flexed, exposing her enormous biceps. The muscles were almost as large as one of her breasts. Her impressive figure would have been a bit frightening if she hadn’t known the other cow’s kind temperament. She was a bit of a freak, but the rest of them were too, so she fit right in.
MU2 sighed and regretfully stood up from her bench, the dual dildos slurping as they slipped from her snatch. She grabbed a towel from a rack that had been attached to the partition wall, cleaning off her juices.
She grabbed a few more towels and tossed them to the others. She grinned. “Let’s do this again when we’re all at full capacity and find out who wins then.”
She flexed her chest muscles, thrusting out her gigantic breasts. They wobbled to and fro as she gave a little hop.
“You’re on,” replied Iris, wiping the excess milk off one of her nipples and tasting it, eyes fluttering as the flavor rippled over her tongue. “It’s a good thing alien milk tastes even better than this, or I’d be drinking all of my own milk,” she declared.
MU2 grunted. She tended to agree. Nothing beat drinking fresh spurts of milk straight from her keeper’s chest. Nothing.
She longed to kneel once more and attach her lips to her keeper’s teats, taking a long pull and tasting the thick paste as it traveled down her throat. Her body was an efficient processing engine, multiplying the volume of milk from her mistress at least four times, making it safe for her alien lover to drink.
She knew her milk was being used to ensure the growth and safety of others in her mistress’ family line, and she rejoiced that she was such a useful cow. She briefly touched her swollen belly. Bringing new life into the world and sustaining the aliens. That was her purpose now. She was a useful cow.
The noise of the airlock cycling interrupted her reverie. Natalia paused, frowning. “Five. There are five of us. Five happy cows already here.”
MU2 understood what she meant. They weren’t expecting anyone else. They were coming up on a rest cycle, which meant none of the keepers should be coming to visit, either. Who could it possibly be?
A keeper stepped through the hatch, her hand wrapped protectively around a cow’s neck. The cow must have spent some time in the stacks, for her breasts looked sore and her belly was gravid.
None of the cows in her herd tried to hide their naked bodies; they had all spent sufficient time as cows to banish any form of self consciousness.
Daisy’s eyes widened. “Nora?” she asked. “What are you doing here with another cow?” Her tone of voice made her sound vaguely wounded.
“I’m just returning a missing animal,” she declared. “I was asked to bring her here because she belongs to your herd!”
MU2 looked at the new arrival closely, but shrugged. Her first impression hadn’t changed with a second glance. She looked like a standard filter cow, fresh off the stacks. She was pregnant, but not nearly as far along as Natalia or her. The scattering of black and white spots over her face and body made it difficult to discern her original body shape, and in all other ways she appeared to be an unremarkable cow.
Natalia was the first to figure it out. She ran up to the other cow, light on her feet with excitement. She sniffed the cow’s hair and patted her belly, seizing her arm. “It’s Kylie!” she declared, pulling the cow in for a strong hug.
The other cows mooed with amazement, moving in close to the new arrival to verify her identity. MU2 hung back, concerned by her presence. Her last encounter with the cow hadn’t gone well.
Daisy noticed her reticence and took her by the arm, pulling her into the group. “Don’t be shy, you’re part of the herd!” She winked at her.
MU2 felt a little shaky, but she smiled back at her wanly. “She threatened to beat me up when I wouldn’t leave on the ship with her.”
“She’s harmless now,” interjected Nora. “She’s spent some time in the stacks to help her mind adjust to her new situation. She needed some help to get over her milk madness. Almost crashed that ship she stole into one of the orbital security stations before she was picked up by the defense force.”
“Mmilk, Mmilk, Mmilk, I need milking,” Kylie declared, licking her lips. A bright smile was fixed to her mottled face, as if it were a rubbery mask.
“See?” declared Nora. “She’s not capable of violent thoughts.” She squeezed Kylie’s neck a final time and let her go.
Kylie folded into Natalia’s arms with a dazed smile. Natalia held her close, rubbing her hands over her shoulders and cooing.
“Say, Nora, when are you going to drop into the gym again?” Ashley flexed her biceps. “We’ve been missing you!”
Nora blanched. “If you want me to do more side presses, I still have a crick in my neck from last time. Besides, wasn’t Nina complaining about her hips after you made her do all those squats?”
“Pain is just weakness leaving the body!” declared Ashley, turning to one side and flexing her biceps.
Nora held up her hands and backed out. “I’ll have to pass. Maybe later. I have lots of paperwork to do. That’s it. Paperwork.”
Daisy frowned. “Be sure to hurry back!”
Nora gave them a wave and left, leaving them alone with the new filter cow. Natalia rocked the cow back and forth in her arms, whispering comforting nothings into her ear.
The other cows crowded in close, Daisy tugging MU2 in with them. “Do you really think she needs to be milked?” asked Iris, groping at her udder.
A small spurt of milk dribbled from her nipples, the white substance rolling over the black splotches that decorated the cow’s breasts. “It doesn’t look like it would hurt. Bring her,” declared Ashley.
Kylie smiled, an all encompassing grin. “MU6 loves you,” she declared. “I love you all.”
She stood up, suddenly finding a reserve of strength, spreading her arms wide. “MU6 wants hugs!”
They obliged her, moving into her embrace in a six way hug, a sisterhood of cows. Their udders pressed against each other, the soft flesh deforming as their nipples slid together.
MU2 smiled and relaxed into the shared embrace. She felt included, at home with these cows. As cows, they were all equals. They were a herd.
These used to be bad people, but they had been transformed. They were not bad people any more. They were cows. She mooed.
She had been milked for what might have been hours. Her eyes felt dry from all the staring, an unfortunate side effect of using the milkers in front of the hypnotic screen. Nude, sexy woman sucked each other off, rubbing their bodies against each other as they cooed their pleasure. It was a blatant display to increase her milk production, and she had to admit that it worked.
Her teeth gritted against the bulbous gag in her mouth, squeezing the feeding tube to extract another pull of milk. The gag was strapped into place, a rubber half mask wrapping around the back of her head. She leaned forward, supported by a webbing of leather straps hanging from the ceiling. Her breasts were stuck through the gaps, the large bulk of the milker attached below.
She could rock forward and back, swinging softly as she gripped onto the front of the webbing. Milk dribbled into her mask from the tubing extending above.
If she focused, she could see her body through the mirror-like display, a porcelain white cow with black spots. Her skin had taken on a healthy sheen, her breasts expanding even further to the extent that it took effort for her to get around on her own. This was okay. She was a cow.
A stirring in her vagina made her jolt, a new spurt of milk flowing into the eternally sucking milk cups. A sex harness hung from her waist, tubing extending from her rear off to the nearby machine which regulated her arousal levels for best milk production.
The machines were in control of the sucking and fucking. All she needed to do was drink. So she did. Another pull of the sweet mixture and she was in heaven. Her body had gotten used to the process, the milk flowing through her and being transformed into a delicious liquor in no time at all. The milk spurted from her breasts almost as fast as she could feed. She was a high production cow.
To her left and right were more harnesses, and more cows. They were all being milked together.
The cow on her left was pure white, the light scattering from her oiled skin. The one on her right was brown with white spots, shining similarly. Her dull eyes flicked back to her own body, admiring the oily shine of her own skin. Their flat chests glimmered as they flexed, stocky legs supporting their humongous chests.
All of them had tattoos right above their mons. She had protested when her keeper had taken her to be inked, but now she rejoiced in the pattern. The red heart and vines had marked her indelibly as her keeper’s property. Her cow. She was sure the others felt the same.
She didn’t recognize the other cows, but while being milked it was too hard to think. She could only feel what was being done to her. The cock that vibrated in her snatch. The buzz at her breasts. The bulbous rubber gag in her mouth.
Nothing more was required to make her obey. She didn’t need to be strapped into place to be milked. There was no thought of escape. The Farm owned her. The Farm took care of her. She owed them. She would produce her best milk for them.
Her eyes unfocused again, passively viewing a woman being reamed by a massive strap on. She idly wished her mistress would come and service her.
She had changed so much since her original arrival at The Farm. Her past sins and worries seemed so far away while she was being milked. The bad memories hadn’t gone away, but they were no longer intrusive. They had been replaced with happy, small moments she had shared with her keeper.
Nighttime kisses, gentle fucking. Sharing their milk with each other. That was her duty now. Her way of making amends. As her punishment, she would make new life for The Farm.
This could not, of course, replace the lives she had taken, but it was her new sense of purpose. Her calling. She was a useful cow.
Soft, shuffling sounds infiltrated from outside, muffled by the headphones clamped around her ears. Hissing voices spoke in her head, reinforcing the truths she had already accepted. She was a cow on the line. She would be milked.
She took another pull from the drink tube and began to settle back into the rhythm, her mind starting to wander. She had almost achieved the mindless state of milk arousal again when the system shut off. The vibration on her breasts and in her loins ceased, the hypnotic display becoming a simple mirror.
She mooed in protest. She was feeling good, and had hoped to achieve another orgasm. The headphones were lifted from her head and her eyes widened.
Several dark figures stepped forward, standing next to their cows. “How are you getting along, cow?” The voice was gentle, almost motherly.
MU2’s eyes widened and she mooed with joy. It was her keeper! She wagged her butt back and forth, excited at her presence. What sort of fun did she have planned? She couldn’t wait!
Eve was dressed in a red catsuit, a latex belt cinched around her waist with a metal ring over her snatch. The nipple flaps were popped open to reveal her turgid breasts. MU2’s eyes fixed on the purple flesh, her lips working unconsciously. She badly wanted to slip her lips around her mistress’ nipples and suckle at them like a baby.
Her keeper undid the buckles on her harness and slipped the dildos out of her snatch and butt. “It looks like you’ve been having fun!”
Eve slapped her ass. “No, don’t move, stay there. We’re not done yet.”
Not done yet? What did her keeper intend? She waited patiently, watching as Eve moved to put away her sex harness. She knelt, opening the equipment box, returning with a different harness.
MU2’s slow mind was still able to recognize a milking harness, but this one had two breast cups. At their bases were rubber gaskets, overlaid with thick, circular rubber. Eve placed the cups over her breasts, sliding latex straps over her shoulders. Once she had secured the harness at her back, the latex stretched taut, holding the breast cups in place. She hummed as she adjusted the shoulder straps, moving the cups into the proper position.
MU2 wanted to focus on her mistress, but her mind was wandering again. Her brain was clearing. She glanced at the cows in the harnesses next to her, recognizing Nina and Nora, who were attending MU4 and MU1. There were more cows and keepers beyond her limited vision.
They, too, were attaching harnesses to their chests. All of the cows were being processed in the same way.
“One final addition,” Eve announced, retrieving a black, rubber toy from the equipment box. It was short and squat, an obscene black penis.
“Your last pregnancy was so successful, your herd has been authorized for another breeding. That means we get to fuck you until you’re pregnant again.” She brushed her hand up and down the thick, black cock, lifting it next to her face and giving the tip a lick.
She pulled the harness away from her waist, pressing the forward half through the metal retaining ring. She unzipped her crotch and stuck the bulbous knob at the other end of the dildo inside her, her legs shaking as she grinned.
“Fertility increases when you drink your keeper’s milk,” she declared, hefting one of her breasts under the breast cups. “So while I fuck you, you’re going to drink my output.”
She deftly retrieved additional lines from the milker and attached them to ports on the ends of her breast cups. “My milk will flow through the lines up into the ceiling, which will then travel down into your gagged mouth. Take my milk and my thick cock as a gift and give me a beautiful child.”
MU2 shook in delight. Her dreams were coming true. She was going to be used by her mistress. She was a milk slave!
She presented her ass to her mistress, leaning forward to give her access. The gag prevented her from begging, but she was capable of a low, continuous moan.
The suction began again, her breasts vibrating as the cups tugged at her nipples. She knew that this meant her mistress was being milked, too. They were both being milked, but she was the cow.
She watched her mistress closely through the mirror, a grin spreading beneath her mask as the telltale white liquid sped down the plastic tubing. She took a pull at her gag, waiting patiently for the milk to flow.
She didn’t have long to wait. The first taste of her mistress’ milk coincided with the nudge of her cock at entrance to MU2’s pussy. MU2 flopped into the harness like a rag doll, taking her mistress’ length with ease. The sex harness had left her snatch lubricated, an open hole for her mistress to take.
Eve pressed inside her, gentle at first, but commanding. Unlike other keepers, Eve would never mistreat her. She trusted her mistress utterly, but she was taking too long.
She lurched backwards, forcing the dildo up inside her abruptly, making an amused sound as mistress slapped her ass.
“Eager, are we, cow? You want to be bred?”
Yes, she did. But only if it was done by Eve. Her emotional connection to her keeper enhanced her pleasure, her vagina flowering open for her mistress’ tool.
She almost choked, gargling her mistress’ milk as she drank as fast as possible. She wanted more. More of everything. More of fucking, more of milking, more of being a cow. Her mistress would give it to her.
Mistress rocked back and forth, the friction from the dildo catching at the sides of her wet tunnel, causing spikes of pleasure to rocket straights to her tits. Milk gushed from her udder, the tingling sensation sparking an immediate orgasm.
The orgasm lingered, building upon itself to become a body crushing paroxysm of pleasure, her keeper thrusting over and over. She was a captive cow, meat for her keeper to use. To impregnate. At her pleasure.
Through the mirror she could see Ashley and Daisy being fucked by their keepers, too, their harnesses rocking as they moaned their pleasure. Seeing the hard dildos spearing their snatches only increased her own arousal.
They were being milked and serviced together as a herd, as it should be. She would become pregnant again and increase her milk production. They would start a family together. A family of cows. She mooed with excitement.
She bucked her hips, taking a long pull of her mistress’ milk as the cock exploded inside her. The dildo pulsed as the semen was pumped into her, her muscles squeezing around the hard rubber.
Eve continued to thrust, driving MU2 mad with pleasure. Her moan was a continuous cry, liquid expelling from her snatch and running down her thighs. Her mistress had bred her! She was so happy!
Eventually, the dildo ran out of ejaculate, and Eve withdrew slowly, drawing out the tingle of pleasure. She slapped MU2’s ass. “Do you think we’re done? Not at all, I have to make sure it takes.”
Eve stepped in close, and reached out under MU2’s chest. MU2 rocked as each breast cup was popped from her sensitive nipples. Eve worked at the mask on the back of MU2’s head, withdrawing the feeding tube. “I want to feel your body on mine. Help me with this.”
MU2 stood, her back aching. It was a good ache.
She turned to help her keeper remove the dual breast pumps from her own breasts. Her fingers fumbled, betraying her eagerness. Finally, they were free, two glistening globes of neon green flesh shining like beacons.
Everything she wanted came down to this. To her keeper, her mistress, her lover. The alien that had saved her.
“I love you, mistress,” declared the cow.
“I know,” replied her keeper, thrusting her thick cock deep into her cow’s pussy.
They kissed, mashing their milky breasts together.