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“Relax,” I said in a firm voice, and I instantly felt her relax as the plug moved forward. “Good little cow. You’ll take everything I give you.”

I whipped the tail over her back to look at her pussy to see her inner lips squeezed together, protecting her hole while her plump outer ones looked swollen. When I rubbed them, I growled at the feel of her wet pussy and pushed the plug’s widest part into her ass, watching it being sucked into place. I reluctantly removed my fingers from her pussy to stand up.

“Go to the stable and step into the metal stand to be milked,” I said, stepping back to watch her.

The little horns and furry cow headband were perfect, but my eyes dipped down to her hanging udders as she turned away from me. She crawled to the milking station while I watched her plugged ass sway from side to side. The tail dangled between her legs, giving me a peek at her cunt as the tail moved with her.

I moved forward to help place her position on the padded bench, ensuring her breasts were in place before placing her wrists in the metal cuff and closing it over to trap her in place. Her cheeks were bright red by the time I was finished. I took the sterilised suction cups to place them over her swollen nipples. She hissed as I activated the suction mechanism to lock them into place.

Once she was in place, I stood up to look at her. My barn design was similar to the one in Club X, where my Hucow journey began. I first saw the lactation fetishisation on the main stage and was fascinated by the performance. Now I had my personal Hucow. The mother of my children locked into a milking station. I reached for my zip and dug my hand in to take my leaking cock out of its uncomfortable confined space. I stepped onto the straw to move behind her, kneeling down while gripping the silver metal bar at the side.

“If you want to be milked and receive my cock, then moo prettily for me. Show me how much you need it,” I said, lifting her tail up to put it over her lower back.

As the sweet sound left her lips, I began to rub her pussy with the fat head of my cock, feeling our combined secretions mix together, becoming slippery. I let her moo until the sound became desperate, and I leaned over her to switch the machine on. She moaned in pain, and as she did, I pushed the head of my cock inside of her hole, watching her pussy lips encase it.

“Did I tell you to stop mooing?” I asked harshly while teasing her wet pussy with my cock, ignoring her groan. The machinehummed in the background, so I raised my voice. “You belong to me now—every part of you—your body, your voice, your will. And I decide what you do with them. So when I tell you to moo, you moo. When I tell you to kneel, you kneel. This is your purpose.”

She started to moo, and I rewarded her by feeding her more of my cock. Her pussy was dripping wet, and the action was smooth. I gripped the metal bar above her head, preparing to how she put it hammer her like a rabbit on crack. After pulling back until only my head was inside her, I slammed my hips forward, driving myself into her until my trousers smacked off her cow-suited-clad ass.

Her scream joined the constant hum of the machine while I savoured the feel of being embedded inside her. Her asshole was stuffed with metal, her breasts were being drained, and my fat cock was stuffed inside of her. A slow smile spread across my face when I felt her muscles clenching around my length.

I pulled back slightly to free my balls. They would be drained daily, just like my Hucow’s udders. I started to move my hips back and forth, gliding in and out of her like a dream, listening as her moos became stuttered. My darkness took over, and I paused to grind my hips against her ass, rotating them so she felt every inch of my hard cock until I felt the tip of my dick hit something.

Memories of that night flooded my brain of that perfect nut inside her that gave us our children. I tested it, bumping into it again until she moaned in pain.

“M-Moo, Mu—Ugh,” she cried in pain.

Yeah, that was the spot. I wasn’t sure if I could give her twins again, but in a couple of days' time, I knew exactly where to hammer into her when I offloaded myself into her.

“Shh, little cow. You’ll take it,” I said lowering my hand to stroke her silky hair, running my fingers through the silky strands. “You’ll take itall.”

I grabbed the metal bar again, and this time, I didn’t wait or take it slow, wanting her to feel me until I touched her soul. My cock speared into her until my hips slammed into her ass. The bench beneath us shook, but it was bolted to the floor.

Another scream left her, and this time, there was no mercy. I used the metal bar fucking into her so hard that my sperm probably got concussion as my balls were slapped, squashed and swinging between us. The feel of her soft silken hot wet pussy gushing all around me was all I could focus on.

“This is how good breeding stock is used. We have to keep your milk supply nice and strong,” I said, crushing the bar beneath my grip. “Ahhh, fucking yes!”

Her mewling, whimpering and moaning only goaded me on. She would scream for me again. I would make sure of it. My dick was drenched with her juices, only aiding me in womb-fucking her. I continued to hammer into her, driving down, pausing, then driving up until I was mindlessly stabbing into her, watching her pussy drip and stretch around me.

When she came, she shrieked, and her head jerked back before her pussy began to milk my cock just as the machine was milking her breasts. The thought of tasting her freshly pumped milk made my balls tighten, and I slowed my pace, sliding in and out of her until the first spurt of cum spewed out of me.

I shoved my cock deeper until I hit the bump inside and waited to offload my cum inside of her, practising for what was to come. My hands fell off the metal, as did the sweat off my body. I held her shoulders, needing to feel her beneath me. My breathing was as erratic as my mind, but as my climax began to wear off, seeingher restrained, being milked, and her cunt full of my cum made me breathe easier.

There was no escaping me now. My children would never leave me, and neither would Mariya.

I took a leaf out of Stefanos’s book. All this time, I thought he was a crazy fuck. Asking me to hack Amari and her family’s personal data. To arrange for a GPS tracker sent to him so that he could implant it in her. Yet here I was doing the same. I owed the man an apology and he didn’t even realise it.

“Moo,” my little cow whispered, and I leaned down to her ear, gently massaging her shoulders.

“Good little breeding cow you earned a reward,” I said before slipping my hands down to her udders.

Chapter 13

Mariya

My reward was more time with the twins and confirming Rurik’s cover story with Orla. When she began to ask too many questions, I dragged her outside with the twins. To my surprise, there were two men close to the gates. The house was high up, but we could see the water below on one side, and it was the mountainside down the other. His security was tight.

“I will tell you everything when I can,” I stressed to her but didn’t say anything further.