The milk tenders circle around you with the pale tubes of their cocks sticking out straight and swaying up and down as they walk. You're still not sure what they are doing to you. The stockades that force your head forward block you from looking back at them as they walk behind you once more.
You bite your lip and groan as another heavy pump of milk is siphoned out of your swollen tits. The powerful suction is providing more stimulation than your addled mind can handle. The developing eggs in your belly twitch and wriggle with the growing life inside them. These sensations are too much to handle and you cry out and cum once more.
"Please," you sob at the two wugs, your hair plastered to your face with sweat, your cheeks burning with heat. "Please master, let this useless cow have your cocks."
The words send tears streaming down your face. As you feel the pincers enclosing your nipples pump once more and draw out more of your milk that splashes into the cauldron the absolute depths of your defeat sink in. You are a cow. You can be freed, and you will still be a cow. The orgasmic pleasure of the milk being taken against your will is something you are already addicted to. The thought of a life in which the milk is not being sucked from your swollen nipples is fading. This life is consuming you and you need it badly.
"This cow begs of you, masters," you sob out, every word honest. "Fill me with your cocks. Use me for your pleasure."
The wugs croak with excitement and they run their moist hands over your bare ass and the swollen lips of your cunt. They are your masters now. You are their cow now. The connections are already there in your mind. You don't even want to resist anymore. You just want to be fucked, bred, and milked. You don't even mind if you are eaten when they are done with you. You just want to live the life as a cow.
"This cow will give you milk forever if it means taking your cocks,” you moan and your tongue lightly lolls out of your mouth. Panting is the only thing you can manage in your state of need.
Finally one of your masters moves towards you and once again grips your ass. You smile with ecstasy at his slimy touch on your marked backside. The squawking between them is beginning to sound majestic, like sweet whispers. Partially this is because of hormones released from the eggs when they took root in your womb. Partially it is because of a submissive need you have always had within yourself. But this is tarting to seem right to you.
All of these thoughts swiftly leave your mind. The rigid tube of the wug's cock enters your aching pussy from behind and begins to slosh in and out of your dripping cunt. You moan and push back as much as you can, cumming immediately and hard, releasing more milk into the cauldron in orgasmic spurts.
You bump your hips back with the movements of the cock in you. Your eyes rolling into your head and moans slip from your gaping mouth every stroke of fat wug cock. The wug behind you holds tight to your plump ass, working its cock in and out of you with a wet slurp at each stroke. You cum again and again, your milk-heavy tits swaying with its thrust, your white cream gurgling from your nipples to the cauldron. Another orgasm overtakes you and as your walls contract around the thrusting wug he croaks loudly and you feel his seed spewing into your pussy. A massive load squirts into you and deepens your pleasure, foaming out around the wug's thrusting cock and dripping down your thighs.
The wug steps back, its cum spilling out of your well-fucked cunt. You wiggle your ass invitingly to the other wug, though you would be just as happy to taste its cock.
Then something strange happens. You hear a loud sound coming from outside, but you can't fathom what is going on. All you know is that whatever is happening behind you is the only thing that can possibly rescue you before your life of milk production is permanent. Rumblings continue to come from outside. The freedom you once enjoyed seems so far away. Is it possible that you will be freed from this? |