Now His Milk Cow (A Lactation Fantasy) (10 page)

This milking machine was equipped with a dildo. “It looks like you’ve figured out how this works.”

“No. Please.”

Eric grabbed her wrist and pulled her up to her knees. She tried to move back, but he kept a firm grip on his property. He held her tight with one hand, and then spanked her bottom with the other. This kind of pain hurt less than the shock collar, but it amplified her shame. Clara almost wished he would just shock her.

But no, he pulled her back down across his lap. He spanked her five, ten, twenty times. Each blow landed hard, and the clapped sound burst through her consciousness, a ringing reminder of how he controlled her. Defiance meant nothing. She had to obey because he had her. Eric had become her Master.

“Please, stop!” she begged, her eyes wet as she wiggled and struggled to get off his lap. He held her down and kept her across his knees as he smacked her bright red bottom over and over. She was wet with desire, but she couldn’t think about it as the pain mixed into pleasure, forcing some part of her to enjoy this. “Please, Master! Stop! I’ll do it! Okay! I’ll be a good cow!”

“That’s right,” he said and stopped only to caress her abused little butt. “You’ll be whatever I want.” His fingers stopped with one question, “Why?”

Clara blinked, unsure of what her owner wished to hear. Her defiance had crumbled against the electric onslaught. The spankings on served to emphasize her powerlessness. In less than five minutes, her grand show of resistance broke down into dusty regret.

“Why?” he repeated, raised his hand, and smacked the curve of her buttocks again. He struck both cheeks, making her flinch each time. When he raised his hand again, she tensed up, but he resumed the caresses.

“Because you’re my Master.”

“And how long will I be your Master?”

Clara licked her lips, fully aware of what he wanted to hear. More specifically, she understood what he didn’t want to hear. She closed her eyes and told the truth, “I don’t know.” She couldn’t be certain how long this would last. Part of her demanded it stop right there. Damn the consequences, she could get a lawyer. Another part, the rational part of her, said that she only had to hold out for a little while longer, then he had to let her go.

Yet a third slice of her psyche wondered how it would feel to embrace captivity. Like Rachel said, she could give up the trappings of freedom. No taxes. No stupid politics at work. No stress about politics or anything like that. Instead, she could become a creature of sensation. Eat, sleep, sex, milk. Her life would simplify perfectly.

Clara couldn’t deny the appeal.

No. She couldn’t do it. She wouldn’t, she thought, shaking her head as though the physical motion might help her. But when Eric stared down into her eyes, she found herself transfixed by the warmth and power of his possessiveness.

“That’s right,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “You don’t know. Because nothing has been decided. I could keep you.”

Clara nodded in spite of the shivers running down her back.

“Who’s my slave?”

“I am.”

“Who’s my cow?”

Clara hated the taste of her answer, yet she gave it anyway, “I am. I’m your cow.”

“Good girl. Because you’re going to get milked, then I’m going take you,” he said, took her by the arm, and pulled her over to the machine. With her butt still stinging from the spankings, Clara got down on her knees. She fit right up against the machine. He took her arms and shoved them down into their requisite spaces as well. He pulled the leather strips over her arms and legs, and then engaged the clasps.

He had her.

Eric stroked her cheek for a moment before pulling out a tube of lubricant and sliding it all over the dildo. “This will start out slowly. It’ll get your nice and hot so you can be milked to the greatest effect. We wouldn’t want to let any of that fine moo juice to go to waste now, would we?”

“No, Master.”

“No,” he said and patted her on the head. He treated her like a pet, and right then, she definitely felt like a farm animal. The machine’s twin suction cups moved forward with mechanical determination. They hooked onto her breasts.

Clara swallowed as she felt the lower device start to move. The dildo shifted forward, sliding outward until it pressed into the space between her legs. It teased her with an automated rhythm, moving in, and then backing out, then going in a little further. It filled her up with a machine’s instance and determination. It wouldn’t brook any protests, nor would it hesitate as she whimpered through the sensation.

Behind her, Eric grabbed her butt with both of his hands. He moved lower, “I’m going to watch you as you’re milked. And when this machine is done with you, I’m going to take you all over again. What do you think of that? Does the idea of getting used by a machine, then your owner, does that turn you on?”

Clara wanted to lie, but she couldn’t. The dildo slipped deeper inside of her. A flood of yearning filled her as the dildo worked her. “Yes,” she finally said because waiting would have only delayed the inevitable. She couldn’t lie to him, not Eric, her Master.

He flicked a switch and the dildo moved faster. It started to pound her, running forward and retreating back. It glistened with her excitement, but it didn’t go quite fast enough for her to come.

“Are you going to be a good slave?”

“Yes!” she gasped.

“Who owns you?”

“You!” she said as the silicone cylinder plowed deeper, opening her slit and teasing her clitoris. Still, she wasn’t ready to come. Her body wasn’t quite there. She had never had anything like this inside of her, nor had she ever been sexed by a machine, yet it wasn’t good enough. She turned her head and met Eric’s gaze.

She wouldn’t be allowed to orgasm until he was inside of her. She realized it right then even as she felt the revelation pump additional yearning throughout her body. Her mouth went dry as her arousal reached new heights. The pumps kept working, suckling the milk from her nipples. She didn’t know how much more they could extract.

Clara should have been exhausted, but the passionate desire for Eric’s body kept her energized. Frustration prevented any sort of fatigue from weighing her down.

“Interesting. Would you be willing to sign a contract to that effect?”

Clara’s eyes widened, “Contract?” She barely got those two syllables out. Working her mouth was made exponentially more difficult by the dildo’s artificial movements. She was almost dripping with desire, but still she couldn’t shift her position enough to get what she needed. She started to strain against her straps, but just like before, she had no hope of getting away.

“That’s right.” He strolled over to one of the cabinet drawers, rolled it open, and pulled out a set of papers. “This document is legally binding. If you sign it, you will give me your power of attorney as well as custody over you. Effectively, you will belong to me.”

Clara believed him. There was no question in her mind about whether or not he could do something like that. At the same time, she started to shake her head. She couldn’t give herself over to him so easily, could she?

Her heart pounded, her blood rushed through her body, and she couldn’t think clearly. She realized this, but such knowledge did little to help her remedy the problem as she tugged on her straps. The machine kept sucking the milk from her ducts. He had turned her into a cow, a bovine slave to be used. The dildo kept working too, teasing her clit and stretching her out for the moment when he took her.

He reached down and spanked her. Harder this time, the blow left her butt stinging. The combination of sensations got her even wetter.

“Please,” she said. “Please don’t make me.”

“I’m not making you do anything,” he said and placed the document along with a pen beneath her fingers. She could pick up the implement and scribble her name. She could sign herself over to him completely.

She really would be chattel.

All weekend, she had consoled herself that she had volunteered for this. The reality of her choice sank in because he had never intended to let her go. He wanted to enslave her, to keep her collared and caged and ready to be used as his personal sex toy.

Clara felt him caress her butt. That pushed her over the edge. It felt so good, so impossibly good. On instinct, she grabbed the pen and marked up the series of lines denoting her name.

There.

She had done it.

Clara dropped the pen, realizing what she had done.

“No, wait, I need to think about this,” she said. At the same time, the tubes went hollow because she had been completely milked. Until she grazed and rested again, she wouldn’t have any more milk.

He took up the contract in one hand while unclasping her straps with the other. The second she was freed, she tried to jump up and snatch the contract from his grasp. He held it up, out of her reach as she hopped pathetically, trying to grab it.

“Nope. On your knees,” he ordered.

If she resisted, he would simply shock her. And continuing to grab at the contract only made her look even more pathetic. Feeling hollow, Clara dropped down to her knees. “Hands behind your back,” said Eric with a victorious grin. She tried to think of something cutting and scathing to say. She wanted some declaration to mar his triumph, yet nothing came to mind, so she glared at him.

She might as well have surrendered right then.

While she watched, Eric took the papers back to the cabinet. He opened one door to reveal a safe. He circled in the combination, opened it, shoved the paperwork inside, and shut it again. He let the dial spin. “It’s funny to think this all started with some documents. Now it ends the same way.”

“I’ll get them.”

“You really think so?” he asked. “Well, you’re free to try, but right now, you will obey every command I give. Understand?”

In spite of herself, Clara lowered her gaze to her feet, “Yes, Master.” She practically growled those two words, but they were enough for her now legal owner. Eric pulled off his clothes and tossed them aside.

When she dared glance up again, she found him naked, standing before her like some lord of creation. Clara couldn’t think of anything to say, especially when her gaze fell on his stiffened cock. She wanted to feel him inside of her. Nothing she could do would change that solid fact.

“I want to feel your mouth on me. Right now.”

Clara didn’t argue. She moved closer to him with her hands behind her back. She kissed the tip of her head and let go of everything else.

It should have been difficult. Thoughts of work or everything she lost with that signature should have made it impossible to concentrate. Instead, all of her focus went to pleasing this man. He had given her an order, so she had to comply. It felt natural, like breathing. She forgot about how he had collared her and could punish her. She remained there on her knees because that was where she belonged.

She licked the tip of his penis, then his shaft. She kissed and probed, flicking her tongue out until the tip dripped with his excitement. She then straightened her back and took him into her mouth. She ran her lips along him.

Clara moved slowly, sensually. She wanted this to be everything he demanded, lest he punish her. Or maybe she just wanted to do as he commanded because he wouldn’t be satisfied with a simple blowjob. Without thinking about it, Clara knew he would want to be inside of her.

He craved that sort of possession, so she surrendered her mouth.

Before he could come, Eric ordered, “Stop.”

At once, she pulled back. The taste of his pre-come danced on her taste buds. “On the bed. On your hands and knees. Face the wall,” Eric ordered.

Clara clambered up onto the sheets. She assumed the position he instructed. She stared at the wall, nibbling her lower lip as she nervously waited for him. Within seconds, he climbed onto the bed as well, yet each of those moments stretched.

He was going to take her. He was going to have her and use her as his private plaything. Again, Clara searched for some flicker of regret. She tried to think about her paycheck and the pride that came from being an independent young woman, someone attractive who could wrap men around her little finger with a flirty word or impish smile.

Just as those memories coalesced, Eric grabbed her ass and thrust himself forward. He found her slit and slid right in. His cock filled her up. He found the raging heat at the core of her being. His shaft only made it burn with greater force until Clara had to clutch her eyes shut. She gripped the sheets in her fists.

“Who owns you?”

“You own me, Master,” she gasped to the dark of her eyelids. He was behind her. He had her and touched her. And now he would possess her completely.

As her breasts dangled and swung from side to side, Eric started to pump her. At first, he mimicked the machine’s rhythm. But then his artistry and creativity came into play. He worked her back and forth, powerful and unpredictable.

Eric took her like a force of nature. He bucked his hips as she bent forward, raising her haunches to give him the best access as possible. Against every protest she ever uttered, Clara couldn’t help but yearn for this. She craved it like air. Her body required him because he trained her that way.