Cow Training (Erica's PoV)

The room came into focus suddenly. Erica's mind didn't feel like she had been sleeping, but it also struggled to understand all of the feelings suddenly thrust upon her. All but one of them are quickly familiar, as the machine beneath her roars to life.

She is in the milking bench again. That is obvious, as she struggles and feels the familiar bindings, as the machine roars to life and plays with her breasts. The familiar pulling, tug, tug, tug, tug. The most humiliating, the one that makes her think of an old farmer lackadaisically pulling at a cow's udders. But that isn't her main concern. The main concern is the feeling in her mouth.

A... a cock is in her mouth. It... it is hard, like a man ready to go, ready to jerk off, ready to cum. It is deep, not quite reaching her throat but almost to the back of her tongue. So she does what she'd do if that limp-dicked Rex violates her. She bites it. Beneath the softness the cock's exterior, it is hard as steel. She didn't put enough **** to hurt herself permanently, but her gums do ache.

But the cock's **** is swift, as two things happen. First, it squirts some liquid, the taste sweet but salty. Tasting mostly of milk, but also tasting... like a man's cum. Like semen. The second is a series of strong spanks on her ass. 5 spanks rain down on her, hard, enough to make her tear up. Her resistance met with a harsh retribution and a humiliating one. She lays there, not doing anything. That's when another change makes its presence known.

"You couldn't wait, could you cow? You had to seek another punishment, when the rules are so easy, when points almost fall like leaves in Fall." It's that voice. The one from her dream. The one where she was a maid, and a man had lifted her up, thrown her on the bed and played with her breasts until he came in her face. Now, she was awake and his voice is here too. And she is scared.

"You should've known. Your milk is your contribution to the house. It should be treasured. If you really don't want others to drink it, you could drink it yourself. But no smashing the bottles, no pouring them down the sink. You had to be stopped, before you broke the other bottles. You had to be reminded of your place. And I am only to glad to put you there."

Erica squirms against the bonds, as the milking machine changes to the mouths of lovers setting. If the hands evoke the feeling of being an animal, this setting evokes one of being sexualized, of being a piece of meat to some horny cruel master or mistress. Although, the voice sounds masculine. Why isn't she surprised, that an asshole man is the one who is running this travesty?

"Now, this is going to be your new milking bench. I know, you hate it now, but by the end of this training, you might just love it. When you're feeling the full functionality of it. Now, there are three buttons on the side of it now, and I can also control it, but for now, I'll let you also control it with your thoughts. Which, yes, I can see my adorable little dairy cow."

"Now, I know you already know about my big cock in your mouth. It's 6 inches, just perfect to fuck a little slutty cow like you in any of her holes. Now if you look to the side as much as you can, you'll see something familiar."

She knows it's what the bastard wants, but what choice does she have? So her eyes go to the side, and she sees the Slut Milk... NO, her breast milk from before. It is attached with some type of rubber gasket to the top, a straw poking through it to the bottom. It almost sort of looks like a cup holder on an exercise bike. Except she can see where the tube leads, to the base of the cock.

"Lick your new found master, and you'll slowly drink your breast milk that you almost wasted. There's a little residual taste, but don't mind that. Once that bottle is empty, and your breasts are empty after your milking, you're free to go. Suck and you'll get even more, you might even be able to leave before anybody even worries about their missing little slutty maid."

"But that is only one of three options. That's the yellow button, the humiliation button. There's a green button and a red button too. A green button is to reward a good little hucow. The red one is too punish bad girls. Take too long, and I'll leave it on that one."

"Now, let's explain the red button. I think you know what it does." First, the cock in her mouth pulls out completely, leaving it thrust against her lips, like a kiss. But that's hardly a concern, as she does indeed guess what is coming. 5 more strong spanks rain down on her ass. She grits her teeth, as one after another the strong spanks fall. She only lets go when the voice starts up again. "Once again, once your milking is done, and you've taken all 100 spanks I feel you deserve, I will let you go."

Erica thinks over her situation, as her mind briefly is distracted as the milking action turns to the automated setting, the one that feels like an industrial milking machine. If I wanted to make it out of here with my dignity intact, this would be the way to keep it. But those spanks are hard, like a weightlifter's hand if he didn't hold back. My ass is already pink, and if I let him go for 100, my ass would probably be bruised purple and red. Hell, it might break some bones.

"Now, enough of the Pain option. Chances are you'll never choose it, only have it **** on you. But this, this I could imagine you choosing, my slutty little dairy hucow maid. Let me introduce you to your master's cock, part 2. Here is Pleasure, the green button."

Erica swallows, feeling the hands of some unseen master on her hips. Then a cock's head rubbing along her entrance. Wet. As she looks up, she can see that the roof is not glass anymore. It is COVERED in flowers. And that asshole had said...

Her thoughts are interrupted as two things happen. First, the milking machine changes back to the farmer's hands, and second her phantom lover pushes into her. Luckily she wasn't a virgin, as he thrust fully into her in one thrust. Still, part of her couldn't help but feel pleasure as the cock rubbed all of her places, deep within. It had been quite a while since the last one who had pushed so deep within her. A few more thrusts, his hips banging against her soft ass, her wet pussy wrapped around his hard cock.

But just as quickly as he had started, he stops, pulling out. "To end with Pleasure, you must simply cum after being fucked and after you have finished being milked. Now, choose quickly, before I choose Pain to break your little slutty spirit."

Her mind races over what to do. Not pain. I can't take pain. But which is more humiliating? Drinking my own milk? Or being fucked? I mean yeah, technically it also tastes like semen, but if I just, if I just don't think about it, it should be fine.

So in her mind, she says the word as loudly as she can. HUMILIATION. Nothing. I'd like the humiliation option. A bargaining tone, almost a request, like she's asking for the mail. Still nothing. She groans. I want to be humiliated.

The cock moves out, before pushing in. She could stop it with her teeth, but the steel interior and this being the best option cause her to open her mouth of her own volition. It again pushes to the same level. Erica groans, as the milking machine feels like it goes silent. She sits there for a moment, wondering what is happening. Did it break? Her tongue cautiously rubs along the bottom of the cock, testing. First, the slightest dribble of milk flows through the cock like precum. Then, she feels the lips of her lover on her breast, stopping as her movement stops.

She moans in frustration. It's like the two mouths are connected. She's drinking her own milk as it is pulled from her. No, she's drinking from the bottle, as she fills another. Still, she chose this path, so her tongue rubs along the bottom.

This goes on for a minute, before she once again stops, moaning in frustration. The tongues on her breast feel good with the continuous licking of the cock, but they feel... lacking. Before, the lover setting had felt like two passionate lovers latching onto her breasts, pulling the fluid out of her as her body shudders higher and higher. But with the licks along the bottom of the cock, the tongues of her lovers only seem to rub along her nipple, never taking them in. Like a tease, circling around the needy flesh, not enough to do more than frustrate her. And the milk. She'd drank only about an inch off the bottle, and it only grew wider from there. Her jaw already hurt, so if she stays like this for that long, it might lead to muscle cramps. And if she accidentally bit down again...

So she does what she knows it always wanted. Her lips fully wrap around the hard cock, as she begins to suck on it. And as she does, the milk starts to flow more quickly. She moves the little amount she can, and moves her mouth along it's length. If before it was precum slowly leaking out, now it is like tiny ejaculations, as she tastes the sweet milk mixed with the salty taste of men. All while her two lovers latch onto her breasts, their mouths suckling on her massive bounty.

It's Pavlovian conditioning. You are being rewarded with milk and cum and the pleasant sensation of milking. All of it connected to the feeling of servicing a hard cock. She knew this, in the front of her mind. But it is like trying to hate the feeling of relaxing after a hard day. Her body needs this, needs to be milked, needs to be pleasured as the devilish flowers above pump her nose full of pheromones, pump her full of a carnal need that only this machine could satisfy.

And then, the cock pulls out. Her mind struggles, trying to get the cock back, her tongue rubbing along it's length as it leaves, trying to urge it back. Please, please, please I want to be humiliated, please humiliate me.

"I've decided to take back control." The voice says. Erica can't help but be angry, to feel betrayed. She'd sucked out about half of the bottle, and with the pace she was at, she'd have finished in about 5 minutes. But now it had changed the rules of the game. She feels embarrassed that she had almost begged in her mind to continue. She won't make that mistake again, she'd be strong. Or at least... at least she hopes she can be.

Then the hands are on her ass again, as she cries out in pain. 1, 2, 3. Then they stop. And then, the cock moves in again, into her mouth. She doesn't fight, instead thrusting her head onto the cock like her very life depended on it. The cock hit the back of her throat, the last thing she hadn't done, and she was rewarded by the lover's biting her nipples, by the cock releasing a big load down her throat.

But then, the cock pulled out of her mouth again. But it came back. At her pussy. "Nooo..." She moans as the cock pushes into her again. Now she was beyond wet, she was like a boiling pot with no pressure valve. Her body pleasured the phantom cock like it was her purpose, her very meaning in being. The hands of the farmer return, playing with her. Although now she can't help but imagine they are the hands of the man behind her, fucking her body into submission as his hands pull her milk from her.

What had started as a no, quickly became a series of yeses slurring out against the cock on her lips. She was getting closer and closer, her mind no longer able to fight the tsunami of feeling that rocks through her. His cock pushes in and out, and it feels like it pulls her very resistance with him, as her pussy juices coat the floor around the bench.

She's so close, approaching the zenith. Only for her lover to slow down. Another cry of anger, this time at being denied. He moves slowly, his fingers pinching down on her nipples within the dastardly machine. And then, when she is no longer dancing along the knife's edge, he starts to fuck her in earnest again. Only to stop again.

"If you want to cum, I want you to acknowledge your station. Moo for me, and you get to cum. I'll make you cum from now on, but only if you moo for me." She shakes her head, the last string of resistance pulled within her. Her mind screams. Please, please humiliate me, please sir! Please, I'll even take the pain sir, please make me feel the pain! I want it, please inflict all of the pain on me!

But there is no change in mode, no respite from the feeling of his cock, rubbing at her entrance. So pitifully, she relents. A quiet moo leaks out next to the cock, a quiet moo that soon becomes a loud moo, as his cock drives into her hard, her body ecstatic as she feels herself, drive closer, closer, closer, over. A blinding white light, as her master fucks her, as her breasts drain completely, her body perfect, fucked and milked, her mind in an animalistic ecstasy. Her orgasm is bigger than she'd ever experienced, her body shaking like she will die from the overload of pleasure.

The phantom master pulls out, not cumming inside of her. "That's a good girl. Now, your three new gifts. I did just make you a promise after all." She feels two new feelings of pain on her nipples, as the machine lets go of her back. She feels a feeling of cold against her wet hot pussy, a feeling of metal.

She doesn't know if it's her invisible master, or her own body, but she flops to the floor beside the milking bench. Two piercings now adorn her nipples. And beneath her skirt, a glinting metal chastity belt rests there.

"Now, you can only be milked by the bench or the mouth of a lover. No more hand milking, and if you want your milk to count for the day you'll come back to your little slutty cow bench."

"And while the belt will pleasure you when you fulfill your duties, it will only come off on the bench. Good cows only cum while being milked."