L. Chapter 3 - 26
Disclaimer: The two main characters depicted are step sisters. All characters showed in any nude or suggestive manner are over the age of 18.
Karl leaned down and undid Serena's wrist cuffs. Leaning back, he shot Serena a little smile.
"Better now, cow?" His tone was compassionate. Serena didn't know what to feel, being called a cow, yet being addressed in such a gentle and kind way.
"Y...Y...Yes..." She tried to bravely answer, but she stuttered and blushed in embarrassment.
She wriggled a little, still feeling uncomfortable as the metal behind her still bumped into her.
The man on top of her smiled, then reached around, grabbing the metal frame, and slowly pulled it out of her butt. Goosebumps ran across her skin as the sensation of the bulbous head of the metal device slid out.
"So, milk cow. You still have a name? If so, what is it? I am Karl. A pleasure to use you."
He said in a bright tone.
"Eh... I... Serena Louis. Thank you." She muttered nervously. She realized how long it had been since she'd actually spoken. Having been mute for most of the day, it felt strange to speak once again.
"The ground looks comfortable enough..." He lied down next to Serena.
"How about you give me a nice serving of milk, hm? Get on your hands and knees, and let me have some of your warm breast milk."
Taking the better part of a minute to come to terms with his request, Serena finally rolled over. Shaking, she got up on her hands and knees, and then slowly crawled closer. The man beckoned her to crawl over him, and stopped her when her breasts hung low above his head.
"Good girl." He patted her, then slowly pulled her lower down. She shuddered and yelped out as she felt the wet and warm lips of the man wrap themselves around her erect nipple. She moaned out as merely the mental image of the situation caused her a pleasurable outburst, sending a little spray of sex juices out of her damp hole.
"Mmmmh..." The man enjoyed himself. He was gently tugging at her breast, sucking in a hypnotizing rhythm. She felt the overpowering pleasure as her lactating breast was slowly being emptied into the man's greedy mouth.
"Good girl. Moo for me, Serena. Moo like the cow you are." He resumed sucking at her teat, but this time, he also rewarded her with some gentle fondling of her crotch.
"Ah.. Mmmm... Moo..?" Like she tasted the sound, she moved her mouth subconsciously, almost like she was eating invisible food. She let out another meek 'moo'.
The way she degraded herself by dehumanizing her own image of herself was a horrifyingly rewarding fruit that proved too tempting.
It didn't take long before she stood there, on her hands and knees, mooing softly as the man kept drinking her warm milk. Every now and then, the cow bell rang out in a chipper and lively set of metallic symphony.
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