Carol was startled when the liquid entered her mouth during the kiss. She tasted its flavor and found it tasted like sweet milk. To drink her own tit milk was just too much for her. “Yes mistress, I like it.”
“I’m sure you would. It will be a part of your existence now. You’re my cow girl slave. Now for a little more. There must be some in your left tit.”
Megan repeated the slow fucking and tit chewing on the left tit. Carol had another orgasm and then one that seemed to go on forever when Megan hit the butt shock. The warm tender feeling from her tit as Megan drank her tit milk as she came could not be described.
When both her tits were sucked dry, Megan sat back and took off the dildo. She scooted up and sat on Carol’s face and laid back over Carol in the classic sixty-nine position. Carol tended to Megan’s inflamed pussy. Megan had come once during the fucking and sucking but she still wanted more. As Carol’s tongue dug into her pussy, Megan played with Carol’s clit ring. She pulled and twisted it to see how big and how far she could get it. Carol’s pussy lips were now large and seemed to be getting more so each day.
Megan was pleased at Rachel’s plan to alter Carol’s pussy to her tastes. Maybe she would begin a special addition to Beth. With tonight’s erotic sex and the new dimension of tit milking Carol, she had decided to begin Beth’s hormone treatment tomorrow.
Her contemplation was interrupted by the building heat in her pussy. “Suck my clit, slave. Harder, suck it in and chew on it. That’s good, oh yes, Yes.” Megan blasted a load of pussy juice on Carol’s nose that was now deep into her pussy. She slowed her grinding and sat up. Carol’s whole face was covered with her cream. “You are getting good at that. I’m sure it will be appreciated. You will serve your mistresses well. That’s all for now. Beth will be in a few hours to see if we can get more milk out of you. Are you thirsty?”
“Yes mistress, and I have to pee.”
“I’ll have Beth come out in a few minutes to tend to your needs. We must keep you fully hydrated if we want the maximum milk out of you. I think I will rig up some kind of water trough for you to drink out of when you are here in the stall. You won’t be able to do it laying on your back in bondage. We will have to come up with another way to keep you here in the stall and yet meet our desire to keep you under our control.”
Megan gave Carol’s tits one more lick and squeeze and a kiss on the forehead then left the stall. Carol was left to digest the full extent of what Megan had just revealed about her upcoming fate. She had really enjoyed the feeling in her tits when her milk had let down and Megan had sucked her dry. The fucking, even with the shock was still making her pussy tingle. Being their milk machine would be a small burden in exchange for that kind of attention.
It was a smiling teen that greeted Beth as she untied her to lead her outside for her nightly business. King came bounding up and sniffed at her crotch. Beth kicked at the inquisitive dog. “Get away, King. You’re not getting any of this slave.”
Carol almost told Beth about King’s new interest in her pussy, but couldn’t bring herself to tell the tale. She went to bed looking down at her tits, knowing that they would become very important to her worth to her mistresses. Sleep came slow, as she listened to King pawing at the door of her stall. The dog soon gave up and went to sleep.
“I guess I’ll be leading a dog’s live from now on.”
Cow Girl by TopCat – Chapter Sixteen
The next two weeks past by for Carol in a haze. She was now the families milk source and her tits were really growing to show their usage. Beth had been applying lanolin ointment to her nipples to keep them from cracking and becoming sore from the constant demand. She was sucked regularly and Rachel was hooked on the flavor. She often stopped her daily runs for a drink and even offered Carol’s own tits up to her for a taste. Her tits were so large now that she could bend her head and pull her own nipples up to drink her milk.
This was highly erotic and she got moist and usually fucked as this was going on. Rachel was also being more demanding in her performance as her pony cart slave. She measured out a quarter mile track and would time Carol’s ability to pull her and the cart at the fastest time. For some reason Carol was interested in making Carol a fast trotter.
“Come on slave, run you fat titted cow. How are you ever going to be competitive if you pull at such a slow pace.” At these sessions where Rachel was trying to get the fastest time out of her, Rachel would be merciless with the whip. She turned her ass and back bloody to get the most out of her slave. She would always clean and tend the wounds she inflicted on Carol, but her brutality and lack of caring that she was leaving permanent scars scared Carol.
She now knew that she was just a toy for these bizarre women to use and abuse. Why she didn’t try to resist must have been some deep character flaw, or she just could not bring herself to depart from the electrifying sex. Whatever the turmoil that plagued Carol’s mental and physical existence, her life now that she had been a slave for over a month was clearly established. She had been naked now except for her bindings and harness for so long that wearing clothing seemed unnatural. She was now so accustomed to crawling on her hands and knees, that when she ran bent over as a pony cart slave, she had to adjust to the new position.
Carol was no longer tied spread eagle in her stall each night. Megan had arranged a clever and very effective way to keep her in her place and yet let her be able to crawl around her stall to drink and relieve herself as needed. She made some adjustments to the butt plug shocker that was a foolproof way to keep the slave in her place. The plug had a new sensor attached that would activate the shock either by remote control from a beeper-like device her mistresses carried or would receive a constant signal if Carol went beyond a certain perimeter. It was kind of like those invisible dog fences. If Carol when outside her stall when a transmitter on the door was activated, she would get a nerve shocking jolt until she went back to her stall. Megan also had the farm rigged with a larger perimeter sensor grid that would keep Carol inside a proscribed area of the farmhouse and barn except when she went for her trots.
Megan and Rachel had come up with a special way to keep the butt plug in so Carol could not remove it and avoid the shocks. They tried straps from the waist belt to the butt plug but that could be loosened over time or rubbed or cut. The only way to be sure that the plug stayed in place was to attach it somehow to the cheeks of Carol’s ass. This gave Megan and Rachel another opportunity to mark and ring Carol for their pleasure and control.
When the special invisible fence and the stall transmitters had been installed, Carol was brought out and secured to the bondage horse. Carol was now very familiar with this bondage method and did not expect anything more than a hard fuck or some other bondage episode.