Now His Milk Cow (A Lactation Fantasy) (7 page)

He strode up to the cage, unlocked the gate, and threw it open for her. Clara crawled out. Before, she might have tried to stand, but not this time. She knew perfectly well that she had been reduced to the status of an animal.

“On the bed,” he ordered.

Head down, Clara clambered across the room, and then pulled herself up and onto the sheets. She got down on her back and only then turned to watch as Eric unbuttoned his shirt, his pants, and shed those garments as though they didn’t matter. In a way, they didn’t. Although he quickly threw off every article of clothing, nudity didn’t affect him in the same way.

Clara was the slave in this situation. Collared and trained, she didn’t get a choice about being naked. He did. That made all the difference.

“I want to play with you before our next activity.”

“Next activity?” she squeaked. It hadn’t her long to really figure out how his chemical compound worked. If she became aroused, then her pale breasts swelled with milk. She had to lactate. Play probably meant another milking.

“Yes,” he said and offered no more. His eyes smoldered with desire for her. He watched her like a hunter eager to bring down his prey. Clara swallowed as she watched his penis start to harden.

He climbed onto the bed, then onto Clara herself. He straddled her, summoning an echo of longing in her body. For the moment, she forgot all about the way he used her. For this span of time, he became nothing but a handsome man who had dominated her in ways she couldn’t help but savor.

“I’m going to make you beg. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she said and nodded quickly, thinking back to their first agreement, the one where she had promised to do whatever he wished.

“You don’t. Not yet. But that’s okay,” he said and leaned down.

Their lips touched, softly at first. His mouth seemed to probe and graze hers until she felt the sparks of tickling excitement dance through her nerve endings. He braced his weight against his elbows and leaned down, his body atop hers. Eric seemed to engulf her in the weight and heat of his body. She felt herself start to respond. She hadn’t been awake long, yet the embers of erotic hunger glowed back to life.

Clara didn’t know what had changed or what he had planned for her. Distantly, she tried to maintain a hold on her higher faculties. She might need to plan or strategize, yet the taste of his mouth and the pulse of his breath seemed to swallow up those points of common sense. Little by little, she found herself surrendering to her body’s natural impulses.

He pressed down, a little harder. One hand snaked beneath her, holding her shoulder blade while his other hand pressed down on her wrist. He neither strapped nor shackled her into place, but it didn’t matter. When she writhed beneath him, it was only to savor the feel of Eric and everything he had to offer.

They kissed for seconds or minutes. Clara forgot how to read the passage of time as the warmth of his lips engulfed her completely. She didn't think about where this might lead. She didn't think about how she should feel or what she should think about how he used her and blackmailed her. Those ideas were simply too complex.

Pushing himself back up, he towered over her and stared down into her eyes. Without meaning to, where it bit her lower lip and gazed back up at him. He seemed like some medieval lord, a man of perfect control and total power.

Slowly, deliberately, Eric took her other wrist and pinned her beneath his weight. Then he leaned down and started to flick his tongue along the curves of her neck. It was a small, teasing sensation, nothing particularly epic, yet she found those strokes to being credibly powerful and more erotic than she could have ever imagined.

As quickly as it started, he moved down, alternating between kisses and licks. He worked his mouth down to the crook of her throat, then along her collarbone. Clara stared up at the ceiling, but her vision had faded. She simply can't pay attention to what she saw, not when the nerve endings in her skin cried out for her concentration.

He released her wrists and move further down the length of her body. When he got to her breasts, Clara expected him to lick and tease and suck all over again. The anticipation made her moist and wet and hot. He felt that other kind of seat start to play through her body, the one that triggered her lactation.

Eric nuzzled her breasts, one at a time. He caressed her with the tip of his nose, barely grazing her mounds with his mouth. Only then he continued to go down, further south. He got down to her pubis, only to lift himself back up and ask, "Would you like to feel my fingers down here? Would you like me to mount you again?”

Understanding words took a couple seconds longer than usual. Eventually, she comprehended. "Yes," she insisted, "yes, please. Please touch me."

"Stay right here. Do not move. If you move, we go back to the shackles. Understand?"

Clara did not understand what he wanted nor what he intended. But it didn't really matter, because he'd given her command and that she understood. "Yes, Master. I understand. I won’t move.” She kept her eyes on him, held fast by the power he exuded.

Her Master went back to one of the dreaded drawers and retrieved a piece of clothing. Clara did not move a muscle, yet you continue to watch him from the corner of her peripheral vision. Hanging from his hands, the garment looked like leather panties or some type of harness. Made from dark material, it had a series of small locks. Something cylindrical angled downward as well.

A dildo.

"Do you know what this is?" Eric asked, his eyes lit with something that made Clara squirm. He hadn't bound her, yet her muscles pushed and pressed against the invisible bonds that held her in place. Her strengths were entirely psychological but powerful nonetheless.

“No, Master,” she said, her voice low and frightened.

"It's a special kind of chastity belt. It will keep you from touching yourself, especially when you really want to."

He approached and ordered her to lift her legs. Without question, Clara obeyed, wishing she could think of some excuse not to. Like usual, nothing came to mind. He pulled the leather up around her legs, sliding it along her skin. The leather was soft and supple. It tickled a little bit.

The cylinder came up between her legs. It glistened with lubrication. Considering the excitement he had already elicited throughout her body, the dildo slipped in with no trouble. She felt the item fill her up, and Clara shut her eyes as the shadow of satisfaction rushed throughout her body.

"On your side," he ordered. Eric then proceeded to lock the size of the chastity belt. She heard each click even as she rolled over to other side. It didn't take him long to trap her in this garment.

Wearing something should have made her feel more in control the situation. After all, she'd gone more than a day absolutely naked. Well, she had been permitted to wear a collar, but as Eric put it that was simply a symbol of her status. Now her private parts were covered, so she should have felt better.

For some reason, Clara just couldn’t relax. Feeling the silicon cylinder between her legs simply made it impossible. It was as if his grip on her had just grown more powerful.

Finally, she wrecked not what made her so nervous. It was the unspoken and shielded glee in his expression. Eric looked like a man with a secret, one he wanted to hide yet that entertained him too much to conceal entirely.

"Just like your collar, this device responsive voice commands. Would you like to hear it work?" her Master wanted to know. Clara shook her head, but it was too late because Eric had already made up his mind. He climbed onto her again, pinned her by the wrists, and said in a clear voice, “On.”

It only took that one syllable for the device to come alive. It wasn't so much a dildo, she realized as a vibrator. He came to life between her legs, a steady drum of pleasure that triggered the already pent-up desire. He'd kissed her and teased her with his tongue. He had nuzzled her and made her feel small and vulnerable than most sensual way possible.

Eric had turned her into a powder keg, and now the vibrator pulsed those soft, gentle sensations against her clit. Clara bit down, hoping to shield herself from this indignity. It had been one thing to be used and touched and teased into orgasm. Having a machine do it seemed so much worse somehow.

Her Master gazed down at her, watching and joining the battle playing out along her mouth and cheeks. A war rages in her expression is Clara tried to hide the desires building and burning core of her body.

“Relax,” he ordered, and Clara tried to comply. She managed to get her muscles and joints to go limp for several seconds, but then the storm of sensations vibrating between her legs made her system lock up again.

“Relax,” he repeated.

“I can’t,” she exhaled, doing her best to be a good slave for her Master.

“Let me give you something else to think about then,” he said and rolled Clara onto her side. She might have struggled, but the deluge of sensation made it hard to do anything at all. He had reduced her to the state of raw impulses. Her nervous system worked overtime to process the data.

His hand came down against her butt. The leather only made it sting more. But he didn’t stop with one. He spanked her harder, again and again. He came up with a rhythm as Clara writhed and twisted in his arms. She tried to push herself free, but without thrashing or biting, she had no chance, and there was no way she would do anything like that to her Master. Right then, he owned her in totality, and she couldn’t think of misbehaving like that.

He spanked her again and again. The stinging spread until pain and pleasure slammed against her in equal measure, battering her already flustered brain. She didn’t know what to feel.

“You will behave. You belong to me.” He lowered her back down, but this time, he didn’t simply hold her in place. He grabbed up the shackles again and quickly clicked them into place around her wrists. He left her legs unbound.

When Eric hopped off of the table, he gathered up his pants and pulled them back on. Although his erect cock continued to tent his pants, Clara licked her lips and said, “Just for another day.” She had survived most of this treatment, but their agreement meant it had to come to an end eventually.

Right?

Something in his gaze made her wonder. She couldn’t read his thoughts, nor his intentions. Clara wanted to ask, but something kept her from doing so. Within a few heartbeats, it didn’t matter.

The stinging faded along with her newfound coherence. The steady, teasing, maddening vibrations between her legs dried out her mouth as she panted to keep up with her flaring desire.

“Master?”

“What is it, Clara?”

“Can I, can I come?” she stammered. She stared up at him with big, pleading eyes. She must have looked so powerless and adorable, like an animal nuzzling her owner’s feet for a treat.

He responded with one word, “No.”

Then he left the room. Clara kept holding her breath, thinking he would come back in a matter of seconds. He had to return. He had to come back and let her come. Her breathing turned into sharpened gasps as she fought to stay in control of herself. She needed to come, yet the vibrator kept going at its steady rhythm, a tight dance that excited her but didn’t allow her to reach that final point of culmination.

Clara tried to stay quiet, but then the first whimper escaped her mouth, and she couldn’t do anything but groan and moan after that. She kept hoping he would come back. It might have been seconds, yet it felt more like hours or days. She started to wiggle and writhe more.

The cowgirl threw her legs from side to side, hoping that maybe she could force the vibrator in a little tighter. She clutched her legs together. It didn’t matter. The device had been perfectly sized to elicit ravenous desire without allowing for the completion she so badly needed.

If only she could touch herself! Clara had never wanted anything so badly. In the time since Eric left, she became nothing but a flood of arousal and longing. She needed it. She needed to come like nothing else. If only he were there, she could have begged. She would have offered up anything and everything she had to please her Master. Clara worked the restraints, but they kept her trapped. She threw her legs from side to side. She twisted about as much as she could, but it didn’t matter.

The door opened again, Clara lifted her head, and she found Rachel standing there. Eric’s sister cocked her head to one side and smirked. “If I let you up, will you be a good little cowgirl?”

“Will I get to come?”

“Maybe,” Rachel teased, but this was Clara’s only shot.

“I’ll be good! Okay? I’ll be good!” she said.

“You will,” Rachel said with a smug grin. Then she said, “Off.”

The vibrating ceased, but Clara didn’t notice for several seconds. She twitched and shook, little spasms of unrelenting desire rocking through her system. Rachel went ahead and unclipped the shackles.

“Don’t do it,” Rachel ordered. Clara couldn’t help but blush sheepishly because her first instinct had been to reach down between her legs. Sure, the chastity belt would block out most of her touch, yet it seemed as though she could do something. She felt like she had been given a hair trigger. It would only take a little more force or friction to let her reach that point of climax.