TTCCH II: Milk

 

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Summary

You wake after a terrifying night with Cal to find that your life will be very different.
Rating: 18+
Words: 2.9K

Trigger Warnings: 
Dead Dove: Don't Eat, Non-Con, Drugging, Lactation, Hucow, Kidnapping

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You struggle to fully wake from a terrible nightmare, the dream not yet willing to release its grasp on your consciousness. You’re freezing, and your body aches from a fitful sleep. As you open your eyes, rubbing away the sleep, you’re horrified to find yourself in an unfamiliar location. 

Dark metal surrounds you, creating a cage, only it doesn’t feel so much like a cage. The steel walls are solid at the bottom, turning to vertical bars a couple feet up, allowing observation of your surroundings. 

It wasn’t a nightmare, you realize, it was a terrible memory. Panic seeps into your veins, urging you to climb to your feet, searching for a weak point in the enclosure. The strength required to stand is no longer at your disposal and you fall to your hands and knees, crying out as your kneecaps slam into the hard metal below. 

A few deep breaths later, you grit your teeth and attempt to stand again, equally unsuccessful, crashing to the ground, this time falling onto your side in a pile of soft hay. Hay, covering half the ground, piled to one side of the stall. You attempt to ease the pain of falling; moving to the thickest portion of the hay and wrapping your shaking fingers around the metal bars, pulling yourself up to stand, your naked body on display. You can’t walk, your feet useless, as though the lower portion of your legs no longer work. 

While standing, you see two women, equally naked and confined in nearby stalls. They watch you, the whites of their eyes clearly visible from this distance. As you lower towards the floor, you call out to them. 

“Hey! I need help! I don’t know where I am and I can’t walk! Please help me!” 

Your heart breaks as they turn away. You crawl across the unpleasant floor towards them. 

“Please, I think I was drugged and I just want to get home. I’m not supposed to be here.” 

They don’t acknowledge you further and you feel sick, realizing that they are also on their hands and knees. They are prisoners as well; you wonder how Cal trapped them. 

Cal, if that is his name, he did this, drugged you, altered your body. You look at your breasts; they have grown significantly since last night. They feel heavy, swinging low and painful. 

Hopeless, you collapse into the nearby pile of hay, mulling over your mistakes. You shouldn’t have gone home with a complete stranger. This must be divine punishment for being a rotten friend. Allory deserved better on the worst birthday of her life. It was wrong to trick her and send her home alone, imagining her crying and heartbroken. 

Denial takes over as you convince yourself that this isn’t real. You’re having a really vivid hallucination or it’s a joke, a prank, something not real. It’s impossible to force someone to produce milk, that’s not possible or ethical. You jolt up at the sound of the stall door sliding open. 

“Good afternoon, you slept rather late. Worry not. I will ensure you still get milked today. It might be nice for you to experience it separate from the others the first time.” 

The familiar man opens the sliding stall door wide, giving you an opportunity to escape. His guard is down, and you won’t let this chance pass. You charge forward, trying to climb to your feet as you move, forgetting the lesson from earlier. You make it all of two utterly numb steps before falling back towards the hard ground below. Eyes closing, bracing for impact, but a pair of muscular arms catches you instead. 

“Woah there, careful! You aren’t to be on two legs anymore. You belong on all fours. It makes your job much easier.” 

Cal holds you tightly in his warm embrace before placing you gently down on the chilly floor. Your job? What job? Surely not the one you held while in school. 

“What are you talking about?” You say. “Please let me go!” 

Cal smiles at you, squatting down to your level. “Sweet thing, you are a cow now. You will spend your days enjoying life’s simple pleasures.” 

Rage builds in your belly and you feel your face heat. “I’m not a cow!” 

“Sure you are. Don’t your breasts feel heavy? Don’t you want to be milked?” 

You scoff, reject his words, shaking your head violently. 

 

His fingers brush against your nipples, causing you to jump. “Remember how enjoyable it was last night when you were first milked?” 

The disgusting memory fills your mind; it’s not real, it can’t be real. Terrible things happen in the news, to unknown people who had no greater destiny. This isn’t supposed to happen to you; you’re special. 

“You tricked me! I never agreed to whatever sick joke this is!” 

Cal strokes your hair, brushing it out of your face, tutting about needing to groom you. “My dear, I didn’t trick you. I simply gave you the life you’ve been wanting. No responsibilities, no stress from life’s day-to-day troubles. This is what you’ve always wanted.” 

You feel a strong desire to swat his hand away, but your attempt to escape took your strength. “I don’t want to be a cow! I want to…I want…” 

You search for the words, knowing you have desires, wants and plans, but you can’t remember under these stressful conditions. 

“Pet, that is the problem. You only know what you don’t want. I’ve made it easy for you. I’ll tell you exactly what you want.” 

His reassuring tone is really pissing you off. “No!”

He ignores you. “You’ll start each morning with pleasure, being milked. Then breakfast, followed by free-time in the pasture with the other cows.” He nods towards the two women who ignored you, their gaze still avoidant. “After that is lunch, a second milking if you feel especially full that day, dinner, and finally bedtime. You won’t ever have to worry about what you want, because you’ll have everything you need.” 

As he explains the schedule, your ears ring and you feel tunnel visioned. Everything is closing in and you feel desperate to be heard, but he won’t listen. You think back to your drunken conversation with him. Money, he likes money, maybe he’ll listen if money is involved. 

“Please, just let me go. My father, he has money, he’s an executive. He can pay you whatever you want for my release. We’ll keep our silence. We won’t get involved with your operation.” You speak quickly, hoping to gain a reaction when offering a ransom. 

Cal’s expression switches from doting pet owner to something much more sinister, his lips curling. “You see, your father is the exact reason you’re here.” 

You gasp at his words, tears filling your eyes. “He wouldn’t!” 

Cal softens his expression and tries to calm you, stroking your back and speaking in a soft voice. “No, he wouldn’t.” 

Relief floods through you, and Cal continues speaking. “However, the human milk market is rather unimpressive. That was until I came along. I specialize in producing the milk of women who either have power or hold high levels of social power.” 

His fingers trail along your bare skin, trying to keep you at ease, but you only feel nauseous. “You see, people want to see those in charge brought down to their level. They want either want to degrade them or to suckle at the tit of their power. Either way, they find it pleasurable, and I provide both for the cost of one.” 

You stare at the floor as the information penetrates your weakening mind, horrified. “You can’t do this.” 

“Oh, but I can, and it just so happens that your presence here provides a new line of my produce. The daughter of an executive. I have many customers who’ve been asking for you.” 

Your head spins. “You knew who I was when we met?” 

“Of course! I had been stalking you for weeks, waiting for the right opportunity to add you to the herd.” 

You finally meet his eye and glare at him. “You’re a monster.” 

Cal cups your chin to hold your eye contact, a smile teasing his lips. “No, I’m no monster, but your father certainly is.” 

The emotions weigh heavily on you, amplified by returning the gaze of your captor, conflicted by his beauty. Tears overflow and you cry, unable to bow your head as Cal holds your position. 

He coos. “Don’t cry, little one. I won’t take it out on you. I’m here to ensure you produce the sweetest milk. I can only do that if you enjoy yourself. I promise, it will all feel so good you’ll be begging for more. Come now, let’s bring you some relief.” 

Cal stands and retrieves a rope from the wall outside your stall, tying it around your neck. He leads you down and hall and into a large room with an enormous machine at its center. You feel extremely uneasy and pull backwards, away from the contraption you are being led toward. 

Cal seems unphased by your hesitance and swings part of the rope backwards to whip your ass, encouraging you forward. You cry out and follow him, unwilling to risk stinging pain. Cal guides you to a hay covered spot at the base of the machine, dropping your rope to the floor as he pulls a couple of tubes towards you. He strides to a long table at one side of the room, grabbing a metal bucket that rattles with unseen supplies inside. 

“Now let’s get you hooked up to the milker. I’m going to clean your nipples. It will be cold, but I promise you’ll come to enjoy every touch.” 

Cal settles onto a short stool directly behind you. You hear the metallic sound of the bucket being placed at his feet. Feeling deeply unsettled by not being able to see his intention, you whip your head around but immediately feel a sharp slap on your rear. 

The squelch of something wet exiting a bottle causes the hairs on your neck to stand; you pray that it’s only the cleaner and nothing sinister. Cal encapsulates your body as he leans forward to bring his hands to your swaying breasts. His body forces yours to stay put as he applies the cold jelly like fluid directly to your sensitive nipples. 

“Ah!” 

“I know, I’m sorry. Each day, it will be less uncomfortable.” Cal says. 

He uses a soft rag to wipe away the strange gel. He pulls the tubing closer, leaning forward further, holding up the end for you to see. It feels like he is mounting your body from the position; you’re repulsed, but the warmth is nice. 

“But here’s the enjoyable part: this piece will encapsulate each nipple. When I press a button, it activates the pump, which will pull the milk from your body.” 

You glance between the device and his face, he’s staring at it with childlike wonder, oddly putting you at ease. Cal leans back, and you hear something move inside the bucket. The milking machine turns on, the sucking sound of air pulling from the nearby nipple pieces. Cal wraps himself around your body again, allowing the suction to pull your nipple right into position. His hands releasing the tubing as it settles against your skin. The feeling is exquisite, forcing you to let out a low moan, eyes fluttering closed. 

“Fuck.” 

Cal snickers behind you, his fingers trailing the swell of your breasts before squeezing them, helping push the milk along. 

“Good girl. Look down for me. Look at how your nipple is being milked. The suction is forcing your sensitive flesh to be tugged on so deliciously.” 

You follow his instruction, looking down through the clear plastic, seeing your nipples caressed by the airflow into hard peaks. The pulsating suction tugs at the skin, and it moves like a heartbeat, teasing you at the perfect rhythm. The sight causes your body to react, arousal seeping from your naked cunt. 

Cal watches in fascination, his hardening cock brushing against your ass. “It feels good, doesn’t it? Tell me the truth.” 

You feel compelled to answer. “Yes.” 

Cal grins, eyes locked on your breasts, before leaning back. You feel his hands stroking along the backs of your thighs, encouraging you. You close your eyes, enjoying each touch provided by both the machine and Cal. Your pussy throbs with need, wanting Cal to mount you again and fuck you through your first milking. 

“Excellent. The machine will milk you and auto detach when you are empty. You’ll never feel any pain from this device.” One hand leaves your body, something bumps against the bucket. “Now, I have something to make this even more enjoyable for you. Would you like that?” 

The pleasure at your breasts is making you needy. The opportunity for more pleasure provides an obvious decision. 

“Yes.” 

Cal holds up a long, white baton shaped device, the tip looks like a mushbloom cap. “I hope you know what this device is. I won’t force it on you, but it will always be available so that you may experience optimal pleasure while being milked. Not a bad way to start your day.” 

Your eyes widen, realizing exactly what the device is, and your aching clit throbs further at the possibility of rubbing frantically against it. Cal observes the lust in your eyes and positions the device behind you. 

“Once you are comfortable with the process, I’ll have it set up for every milking. But since you’re still getting used to life here, you might enjoy more human touch, so I’ll hold it for you.” 

A familiar buzzing sounds behind you. Cal moves it into position, placing it lightly against the whole of your sex. However, he doesn’t really touch you with it, instead leaving it brushing you the tiniest amount, unable to get any real stimulation with where he has it. 

“Tempting, isn’t it? All you need to do is lean back the tiniest bit and you’ll feel so good.” 

You stay frozen, wanting to give into the pleasure, to lean back, to allow it to carry you through to orgasm. It feels like a betrayal to yourself. You aren’t a cow, you shouldn’t enjoy being milked, but it feels good. 

The tugging at your nipples clouds your mind, arching your back. You wonder if you could orgasm without giving in; focusing instead on the stimulation from its light touch and the sensation on your breasts. You focus hard on the touches already available to you, willing your body to accept it as enough. It doesn’t, begging for more, forcing your wetness to drip. 

Your body twitches, pushing you further back into the vibrator, biting your lip to muffle the moan. Hips instinctively angling to rub your needy bud on the toe curling plastic. Your stomach flips in delight, and you clench around nothing. 

“Good girl, look at how brave you are, pleasuring yourself while getting milked.” 

Cal’s words ignite something in your brain, making you crave more of his praise. You grind against the vibrator and Cal holds it steady, never forcing the pleasure on you. You feel in control, despite your compromising position. Cal’s hand continues to stroke your shaking thighs.

“That’s it. Feel how the milk is being pulled from your delicate nipples? Don’t you already feel lighter?” 

His words draw your attention back to your upper body, reveling in the sensations from both erogenous zones. You feel so used and aroused, gliding your slit easily along the buzzing plastic. Sparks of pleasure shoot through your body each time your clit slides along the wonderful device. Your moans echo off the metal walls of the room and you hear Cal chuckle at your building pleasure. 

“I can see how much you’re enjoying this. I might have to give you a bath after your milking with the mess you’ve made on your thighs.” 

His gravelly voice adds to the need and your breath quickens and your movements become more frantic, desperation growing. You want him; needing to be filled and thoroughly fucked. 

“Good girl, such a responsive cow. You must be very healthy with how much of a mess you’re making.” 

Disgustingly, your body responds to his words, the feeling of being used and degraded adding to the pleasure. Cal seems to sense how close you are, trailing a single finger towards the space between your legs, your body bucking to let him in. Ready to accept any additional pleasure he provides. 

“Your poor little hole, it looks so empty. Perhaps I’ll fill it for you one day, give you something to clench around.” 

You let out a strangled cry, drunk on the image of cumming hard around his finger or cock. Knowing how empty you are, when he could fill you, splitting you open. The imagery and sensations cause everything to tighten, eyes squeezed shut. Your orgasm hits you with such force that you squeal as the pulsing sensations overtake you. 

“That’s it, cum hard. Make your milk sweet for me.” 

You clench rhythmically until the vibrations become unbearable, pulling away. To your relief, Cal doesn’t chase you with it. Instead, holding it in the same position for the rest of the milking. Silently providing you the opportunity to enjoy a second round. 

An unsettled feeling sits in your stomach as Cal unhooks you from the machine. You feel ashamed, and wishing you could crawl out of your own skin. Cal continues to praise and pet you, relieving some of the guilt, before taking you back to your stall for breakfast. 

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