More cows and courtly decisions

A few days after the hu-cow barn had been built, Jake walked into it with a smile. He could smell the scent of the straw used for bedding and the strong scent of arousal. He had added three new cows to his growing herd. In addition to the dark-skinned cow from The Luconti Islands, he had also sentenced a blonde from The Coastal Plains, a redhead from The Varden, and a brunette from The Highlands to life as his livestock. Currently, all four of his hu-cows were being milked. The blonde, brunette, and redhead were all bent over metal bars with their hands in metal cuffs at the top of the posts that each of their bars ran between. Each of the milking machines was turned to full power.

The dark-skinned cow was bound nearby. She had been placed on all fours with a metal bar going across her stomach, a second going across her lower back, and a set of metal cuffs at her wrists and ankles. Her milking machine was set to a lower power. She was the source of the scent of arousal, as a piston-driven dildo glided in and out of her pussy in perfect synchronization with a second in her mouth. A third piston-driven dildo glided in and out of her ass, offset with the other two.

"Welcome, Your Majesty," one of the barn workers said as she lowered herself to one knee. "As you can see, the morning milking is proceeding nicely."

"Yes, what's going on here?" he asked as he pointed to the dark-skinned cow.

"Bessie, as we've taken to calling her, has become much more accepting of being milked."

"So now you’re trying to get her to associate getting milked with sexual pleasure. Do I have that right?"

"Precisely, Your Majesty."

“Well, in that case,” he said as he made his way over to the three new cows and stood behind them, “maybe I should give one of these bitches a head start,” he added as he gave each of them a swat on each of their ass cheeks. “Let’s see, which one? I think I’ll choose… you,” he said as he stepped behind the brunette.

Without another word, he dropped his pants, gripped her right hip with one hand, and gently gripped his cock in the other. He began to rub the head of his cock against her slit, and when he did, the brunette started to try to pull her hips away. Of course, this was a futile effort and only caused Jake to laugh. Once his amusement at her attempt to deny his pleasure, he pushed into her completely with one hard thrust. He took a moment to savor the feeling of claiming her, the warmth of her pussy around his cock. The way her muscles tightened around him. He couldn’t tell if it was the brunette’s body betraying her, and seeking to please him, or if she was trying to **** him out. It didn’t matter.

He began to thrust fast and hard. With each thrust, he gave her another slap on the ass. The brunette screamed and grunted in protest, but that only fueled Jake's lust. He couldn't contain his laughter as she shook her head violently and pressed her hips against the bar, as if trying to will it to give way.

"Where the fuck do you think you’re going?" he asked in a lustful growl as he grabbed her long hair with both hands and pulled hard. "Soon enough, you will crave and ache for this."

A short time later, the brunette had an orgasm. However, there was no cry of pleasure, only sobs of shame and resignation. Two more orgasms followed shortly after, leaving her sobbing and as limp as her bondage allowed. Finally, just as her fourth orgasm hit, Jake gave one final hard thrust.

"Get pregnant, female, submissive, and loyal to me," he said as he filled her with his thick, hot cum.

"NOOOO!" the brunette shrieked at the top of her lungs. "I'll get you, you bastard! I'll get you!"

"I highly doubt it," Jake laughed as he gave the brunette a final swat on the ass before pulling up his pants. He then turned to the worker who had watched the entire exchange with a look of mixed amazement and amusement. "Monitor her milk output; if it increases substantially, I'll have to consider breeding the other three."

"Yes, Your Majesty," the barn worker replied with a slight nod.

After leaving the barn, Jake took a long walk around the palace grounds. It was a warm day, but not hot. The gentle breeze carried the scent of flowers and morning dew. He had lost track of how long he had been on Staphos now. As he realized this, it hit him that he had never noticed how much the various Staphosian song birds sounded like those of Earth. He passed by the aging pool and the statues of Lord Deamon and Lady Kara-Tea. As he did, he turned his head to look at the statues, just as the latest batch of red fluid erupted from the statue of Lord Deamon’s cock and flowed into the statue of Lady Kara-Tea’s mouth. He smiled and turned toward the palace.

As he approached the large double doors to the throne room, the two members of the Royal Guard who guarded them opened them for him. He entered the throne room and made his way to the throne and sat. He glanced over at the net of pillows that sat on the dias next to his throne, empty. He had not selected one of his slaves.

“Bring me, Zoey. It has been too long since I’ve enjoyed my favorite former pony.”

“As you wish, Your Majesty,” one of his aids, this one a middle-aged brunette who was beginning to grey at her roots.

It wasn’t long before the aid returned, leading Zoey on a leash. The busty blonde had been dressed in pink open-toed shoes with six-inch stilettos, a short white satin loincloth with pink trim that barely covered her, which was held in place by a thin golden chain around her waist, and a matching satin half-bra. Her arms were held behind her in a pink leather single glove, and a pink duldo gag with a white leather strap filled her mouth.

“The **** you requested, Your Majesty," the aide said as she handed Zoey's leash to him.

"Thank you," he said with a smile as he took the leash, then pointed to the pile of pillows on the dais next to his throne. Zoey gracefully curtsied to him before stepping onto the dais and kneeling on one of the thickest pillows. "Are you happy to spend some time with me, Zoey?" Jake asked as he began to stroke Zoey's long hair, and he watched her cheeks hollow over and over again as she gently sucked on the dildo filling her mouth. She gave a quiet grunt as she leaned into his touch and nodded her head.

"Shall I bring in your first appointment, Your Majesty?" the aide asked.

"Remind me, who's first today?"

"Lady Andrea Spoolin, head of The Deamonton Art Society."

"Show her in," he said as he stopped stroking Zoey's hair, and the beautiful blonde straightened her posture, but kept her gaze low.

The aide nodded before going to the double doors of the throne room and giving a signal. The guards opened the doors, allowing a dark-haired woman with her hair styled into a bun into the throne room. She wore a long red gown that hugged her curves flatteringly, leaving her toned stomach bare. A long slit up the left side allowed for glimpses at her leg. Jake watched her move with fluid grace as she crossed the throne room.

"Your Majesty," she said as she knelt on one knee.

"Your Majesty, may I present Lady Andrea Spoolin, head of The Deamonton Art Society," the aide said as she stood next to the dark-haired woman and motioned to her.

"Lady Spoolin," Jake said with a smile. "Rise, and tell me what I can do for The Deamonton Art Society."

Andrea slowly stood, her hands clasped in front of her. "As you may know, Your Majesty, the Deamonton Art Society has asked artists from all across Staphos to submit renderings of yourself and of our beloved Queen Adriana. The other directors and I have narrowed it down to four final designs. We would be honored if you would pick the design that we will commission and proudly display in Deamonton Square for all to enjoy."

"I'd be happy to. Please show me the designs."

"My assistant has them; she is just outside, if you will permit me to get her, Your Majesty?" Jake gave a nod, and Andrea turned and walked back to the double doors.

When she returned, Andrea was accompanied by a blonde with shoulder-length hair. She was dressed in a blue suit jacket with one button beneath her breasts and no undershirt or bra. Her outfit was completed by a blue skirt that went down to her mid-thigh, and black open-toed shoes with a wedge heel. "It is an honor, Your Majesty," she said as she knelt on one knee.

"Please, rise and show me the designs," Jake said with a smile. The blonde stood and handed the dark brown leather folder she had tucked under her right arm to Andrea.

"The first was submitted by Marsha Winthrop, an artist who lives here in Deamonton, in the Delusk area," Andrea said as she handed him a thick and sturdy piece of paper from the folder. Jake made a mental note of the artist's name and that she lived in one of the wealthiest districts.

The paper showed her proposed statue from several angles. It depicted Adriana naked and all fours with a ball gag in her mouth and her head thrown back. Jake was behind her, clearly using her for his pleasure. His right hand was on Ariana’s hip, the left hand had a leash coiled around it, the other end leading to Adriana's collar.

"Very interesting. Would Marsha object to a potential small change?" he asked as he handed the paper back to Andrea.

"I doubt it, Your Majesty. What change do you have in mind?"

"The gag. My slaves earn and wear dildo gags, like the one Zoey here is proudly sucking on," he replied as he motioned to Zoey.

"I will make a note of it, Your Majesty, but as I said, I don't expect this to be a problem," she said as she placed the paper back in the folder and took out another. "The second design, Your Majesty. The artist's name is Janean Sorje. She lives in Azure Waters, a moderatelysized but considerably wealthy cityintheCoastalPlains. " Jake took the paper, and just like the first, it showed the proposed statues from several angles. This one depicted Adriana once again naked. This time, however, she was bound to a spanking bench, her face contorted in pain, and tears streaming down her face. Jake stood behind her with a stern look on his face, holding a paddle high and ready for the next swat.

"This one looks highly detailed. Will the sculptures be able to sculpt the tears if I choose this one?" he asked as he handed the paper back.

"Of course, Your Majesty," Andrea answered as she took the paper back and then handed Jake the third design. "This one was done by Bella Nevhan. She is a new artist, only weeks out of the aging pool. She lives with her mother in a modest home near the border of the Crown Lands and the Varden."

The third design showed Adriana kneeling before Jake with her head pressed to the ground, and turned to one side. Jake stood over her, one foot pressed against her head. His right hand on his hip, and the left holding a riding crop in the air, poised for delivering a painful lash. “Yet another great design. All of the artists should be commended,” he said with a smile as he returned the paper. “And the final design?”

“Right here, Your Majesty,” Andrea said as she handed him the paper with drawings of the final design. “This one was submitted by Miranda DeSable, one of Staphos’s most accomplished artists of the last five years.”

“Let’s see what option number four is,” Jake said in amusement. The drawing showed the proposed statue, which would again depict Adreana naked and kneeling before him. This time, however, she was poised up on her knees with her hands cupping her impressive breasts. A make-shift rope harness was shown tied around her elbows, upper back, going just below her breasts on her front side, and over her shoulders. Jake had seen that particular tie used before, and it made it impossible for the bound woman to move her arms. Adriana’s face was depicted in mid-scream as Jake delivered a lash on one of her breasts with a riding crop. “This will not be an easy decision,” Jake said, rubbing his chin in thought. “All of these deserve to be seen.”

“The board of the Art Society agrees, Your Majesty.”

“Then I have an idea that might work. I will select one to be displayed in Deamonton Square, the other three will be displayed on the palace grounds.”

“An excellent idea, Your Majesty. Please contact me when you make your decision.” Both women once again knelt to their king before leaving the throne room. As they did, a doctor dressed in scrubs, her long dark brown hair tucked under a cap, rushed into the throne room.

“It is time, Your Majesty,” she said as she dropped to one knee in front of Jake. “Queen Adriana and Evelyn are preparing to give birth.”

“Thank you,” he said as he quickly rose to his feet. He turned to face Zoey. “Be patient, my pretty pony. I’ll come see you afterward,” he said before quickly following the doctor out of the room and to the palace’s maternity suite.

Shortly after he arrived, both Adriana and Evelyn gave easy births to his latest daughters. After quick exams for the two mothers and their children, both Adriana and Evyln were changed from their hospital gowns to satin half-bras and matching short satin skirts. Adriana’s in light purple, and Evelyn’s in light green. Both had been given black shoes with six-inch stiletto heels.

Once prepared, Jake clipped Adriana’s golden leash to her collar and a three-foot length of chain between Adriana and Evelyn’s collars. He led them to the aging pool as two nurses carried his newest daughters, swaddled in soft pink blankets. When they reached the pool, two priestesses placed them into the pool's magic water. The water bubbled wildly for several seconds before the guards who had escorted them pulled them from the water as fully grown adults.

The two women, both with red hair and impressive breasts like their mothers’, made their way to Jake and lowered themselves to their knees. “Daddy,” they said in unison as they did so. Jake smiled before glancing over his shoulder. Despite the dildo gags filling their mouths, he swore he could see both Adriana and Evelyn smiling.

“Ashley,” he said, placing his hand on the head of his daughter with Adriana. “Lindsay,” he said, as he placed his hand on the head of his daughter with Evelyn. “You both know your purpose?” he asked.

“Yes, Daddy,” they both replied.

“Ashley, what is your purpose?”

“I will join your harem, Daddy, and serve you like Mom and my big sister Celine.”

“Yes, mut like your sister, you will call Adriana, ‘Mommy,’ at all times, and she will call you… Sugar Doll,” he said after a long pause to think of an affectionate name a mother might call her daughter.

“Yes, Daddy,” Ashley said with a nod.

“Adriana, is that clear?” he asked, looking at her. She quietly grunted into her gag and nodded.

“Lindsay, what is your purpose?”

“I will go to the Maiden Tower, where I will learn to behave, and how to please a man until you find me a husband on another world.”

“And who will you be loyal to after you are married?”

“To you, Daddy. My loyalty is always to you. I will guide my future husband to make laws to turn the women of his planet into the slaves of their husbands.”

“And if he won’t?”

“Then, when you command it, I will usurp him and pledge my loyalty to you.”

“Good girls.” He said with a smile. “See that these two get to where they belong,” he said to the guards.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” two of the six escorts replied before leading the two new princesses away.

“Now, I should get back to Zoey,” Jake said, as he twisted Adriana’s nipple, making her whine into her gag. “Tonight, I think you and Ashley will share my bed. Would you like that?”

“Mmm-hmmm, mm-hmm,” Adriana mumbled into her gag as she nodded her head.

What will happen next? Answer in comments and feel free to suggest which statue is placed in Deamonton Square.

A) Jake returns ot the throne room

B) Jake, Adriana, and Ashley's night

C) Something else. What?