Reaching around the bench, he pulls my hips forward. My legs spread open, straining around the part holding up my breasts. As he wraps his lips around my taut nipple, a section opens up, allowing him to slide his hand forward.

The brush of his fingers against my clit is like lightning. I arch up, a gasp hovering on my lips. But I don’t dare let the sound out. He teases my nipple with his tongue before sucking deep.

This isn’t anything like with Enook. There was no fire there, no heat, or desperation. Her sucking was perfunctory, clinical. Vrokjan sucks on me as if he’s parched, wandering the desert for days without water.

He laps at me, moaning as he takes my milk into his body. Arching forward, I thrust my breast further into his face, desperately needing the relief his lips promise. I grind against his fingers, my insides coiling as red-hot pleasure coats me from the inside out.

Pulling away, he attends to the other breast, licking the nipple before sucking on it. My eyes nearly cross as the pain drains from my body, leaving pure pleasure in its wake. I dig my fingers into the bench as unholy sounds threaten to leave my lips.

After a few moments of this torture, he rises, leaving me breathless, heaving on the bench. My body aches with unmet need as he walks away from me and fiddles with the machine.

“Oh, my sweet little Jessica. You’re going to make me so much money. Your milk will be sought after galaxies wide. But I’ll always be the first to taste you. Every fucking morning, it will be your milk I consume as I prepare myself for chores.”

His words are meaningless as I writhe there, needing his touch again. It’s an itch I can’t scratch, and as much as I want to take matters into my own hands, I don’t want to risk angering him. He turns, holding up two small tubes.

Without saying a word, he holds them over my nipples until a strong bit of suction pulls them in. A yelp flies from my lips before I can stop it, but he doesn’t reach for the gag. Instead, he crosses his arms and watches me.

After a moment or so, a white liquid flows up the tubes and into a collection container. I knew logically I was engorged with milk, but knowing and seeing it come out of me are two different things. Somehow, seeing this machine draining me only makes me hornier.

I need to come with a desperation I’ve never felt before. Around me, similar sounds strike up. Soft moans and cries fill the space. Looking over at Vrokjan, I note the smile curving his lips.

It’s predatory, lusty. “I can help you. But first, I want you to moo for me.”

Am I desperate enough for that? I bite down on my lower lip, heat tinging my cheeks. Fuck. I am. Letting my mouth open, I let out a soft sound.

The humiliation alone makes my pussy clench. What the hell is wrong with me? Vrokjan’s eyes light up as he moves to sit behind me. His cock is rock hard and pulsing against my back.

Reaching around, he lays his hand over my mound, his fingers curling just enough to graze my clit. “That’s my good girl,” he whispers in my ear, sending frissons of need through my body. “But I need you to be louder than that. You can do it. You can be my good little cow. Let me hear you, my sweet Jessica.”

Resting my head back against his chest, I close my eyes as I let out another moo. It’s louder this time, but not by much. It’s enough, however, to get him to stroke me again.

The pleasure washes over me, driving out the embarrassment. While the machine works on my nipples, he touches my clit, giving me what I need most. His soft words of praise fill my ears as he runs his fingers back and forth, making my mind nearly split in two.

It’s humiliating, the sounds coming out of my mouth, but with each moo, his praise fills me up, warming me from the inside out. My pussy clenches as my inner walls flutter. I’m so close. So very close.

Sagging against him, I arch up, my cry of release on my lips. Instead of a moan, however, a loud moo fills the space. Heat races through my body as he keeps stroking me, riding out my orgasm.

“That’s my good girl,” he cries. “That’s my good little cow.”

When he pulls away, I slump forward, my mind and body depleted. Vrokjan comes back to the front and unhooks the machine, taking time and care as he cleans it down and puts everything back where it belongs.

Pulling out a small jar, he shows me the contents before swiping his fingers through the thick, sap-like substance. “This is to keep your nipples from chaffing.”

He applies the salve, rolling my nipples around as he tends to me. Now that I’ve been milked, the sensation is more like a dull ache, an irritation in the background, but one I can now ignore. Soft whimpers catch in my throat as he pulls me away and sets me on his lap.

“You did very well for your first milking. But now, I need to prepare you for what’s coming after.”

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CHAPTER 12

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VROKJAN

Jessica stiffens in my arms, a far cry from the languid ease in which she laid against me. It’s to be expected, of course. All of this is new to her. Just like the other cows, it will take some getting used to.

Pulling away, I go to the side of the machine and open up a small cabinet. I grab some knee pads and gloves, as well as the tail she’ll be wearing for the foreseeable future. As I turn with my items, her eyes widen.

“Things will be a little different once we’re at my Ranch House, but for now, you are to behave like the other cows.” Depositing my stuff behind her on the bench, I give her a moment to acclimate before starting my demands. “Turn to the side so I have access to you.”

To her credit, despite the unease I sense flowing off of her, she does as she’s told without any fuss. I make quick work of the knee pads, sliding them up and tugging them into place. Next, I open the gloves and show her the bar running horizontally inside.

“Curl your fingers around this and hold on to it.” Once her hand is in place, I wrap the fabric around, encasing her.

She holds them up and stares at the brown gloves, her face scrunching as she rolls her wrists around. With a chuckle, I tug on the lead and bring her closer to me.

“On all fours, cow.” Before she can think to fight me, I ease her down to the ground.

It takes her some maneuvering to get comfortable, but the gloves are designed to protect the delicate bones in her wrists in this position. She quivers, nearly collapsing, so I help her back onto the bench. A frown pulls down my lips as I look her over.

She really shouldn’t still be this weak. Poking my head out of the stall, I watch as the other cows walk about on all fours with no issue. What’s wrong with Jessica?

Catching Nagán’s eyes, I motion for him to come over. “She can barely hold herself up on all fours. Tell me you’ve figured something out.”

His lips thin into a grim line, making my heart stutter in my chest. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a few syringes. Jessica, of course, huddles into herself at the sight. The poor thing probably wants nothing more to do with my brother.

“From the readouts, I think I understand what’s happening. Normally, with cows, the serum only makes the tissue grow so much. It’s what leaves them weak when they’re being prepared for auction. But by the time they land, everything should start going back to normal.”

“But?” I hedge, my heart pounding so hard it makes my head throb.

“But with Jessica, it seems the serum is working overtime. Her body seems to adapt to it in a way I’ve never seen before. Instead of expanding her tissue like the others, it’s nearly double that. It’s pulling a lot of energy from her body and isn’t being replenished. It’s also why she’s producing so much milk.”