The Visitor Arrives

Time passes. You don't know how much, you don't care. This is the best feeling in the world. Eventually Mistress Whitney comes back. "No..." you beg; if Whitney has come to use you to get herself off, that's fine, but it's probably feeding time. "No, please..." You have no desire to eat, no desire to do anything besides cum and be milked forever.

Whitney ignores you, turning to the barn door and gesturing for someone to enter. A tall man in his late thirties enters the barn, his hair a cobalt blue colour to match both his close-cropped beard and his expensive-looking suit. You don't know who he is and you're far too busy having milk extracted from your giant tits to care. "This, Mr. Silph, is the pride of the farm," says Whitney, as the man stares at you in disbelief. "A human girl injected with Miltank DNA; this is how the Moomoo Farm produces the finest milk in Johto - no, in the world. She wasn't even pregnant before she came here - the lactation is a feature of the DNA."

"Holy shit..." Mr. Silph breathes. "Nelson had hinted at this, but I didn't actually believe... wow."

"What do you think?" Whitney asks. She looks slightly concerned as she watches the man's expression.

"AAHHHHNNNNN~~~!" you squeal as a particularly toe-curling climax hits you, your pussy quivering as the vibrator continues its work mercilessly, milk surging out of your nipples, through the tubes, and into the waiting barrel.

"Holy shit, I love it," says Silph, smiling at Whitney, who noticeably relaxes. "Completely illegal, obviously, but, between you and me, I've never considered that to be an issue. And damn..." Even through your orgasmic haze, you can see that he's getting hard, his cock straining against the fabric of his suit pants; this is the only thing that's interested you about their whole conversation so far. "The production levels are insane," he says, gesturing to the almost-full barrel, before his eyes fall back on you. "And... holy shit, it's hot." He seems to catch himself getting carried away, and glances back at Whitney. "Erm... forgive me."

Whitney smirks. "I'm a former gym leader, Darius - can I call you Darius?" The man nods, and Whitney continues. "I'm not a prude, Darius. It is really hot. Especially as this bitch humiliated me and brought the original farm into ruin. She was some hotshot pokémon trainer who thought she'd be champion... now she's just a cow, and look how much she's enjoying it."

You cum again as if to illustrate her point, silently screaming as your body spasms uncontrollably. Darius's cock hardens even more. "Damn, so you two took some girl you hated and turned her into this. I can think of a few bitches I'd like to do that to myself..."

Whitney's grin broadens. "With the right investment we could consider... upscaling. So, Darius... are you in, or out?"

Darius's face contorts into a grin of its own, rivalling Whitney's for malice and sadistic thrill. "Leaning pretty heavily towards 'in' right now, but... Nelson did say I could taste the milk from the source." He gestures towards you. "May I?"

"Ha! Be my guest!" laughs Whitney, and you whine with frustration as she hits the switch to turn off the milking apparatus, walking over to remove the vibrator from your slit as well.

Darius approaches you, and you look up at him pleadingly. "Please... milk me..." you whimper, desperately.

"Ha!" he laughs. "They've trained you well, huh? Well, since you asked so nicely." He strips off his jacket, shirt and tie, revealing his surprisingly toned physique underneath, and bends down before removing the suction cup from your left breast, taking as much of it as possible into his mouth.

"MMMM~!" you moan as he starts to suck on your tit, milk immediately starting to flow again from your rock-hard nipple. He flicks at your nipple with his tongue as he starts swallowing the creamy fluid that's gushing out of it, continuing for a little while before removing your boob from his mouth.

"Holy shit!" he exclaims. "I knew the milk from this place tasted good, but straight from her... it's incredible. I gotta go for more."

He goes to give your right tit the same treatment, but Whitney interrupts him. "You want to experience something really special?" she asks. "A side effect of the DNA injection means that Kris here produces more milk when she's cumming; that's why we keep the vibrator in her when she's being milked, unless me or Nelson feel like fucking her. The milk ends up tasting better, too. But when it tastes the best..." she smiles at Darius, "is when a man cums inside her. I can't explain it, but it makes her spray milk everywhere without her boobs even needing to be touched, and it makes it taste, like, ten times better. So... wanna try it?"

Darius clearly does not need to be asked twice. While Whitney retrieves a bottle from a shelf in the barn and kneels down to hold it under one of your breasts, he stands up and unbuckles his belt before pulling down his pants and underwear, setting free his member that's a little bigger than even Master Nelson's. "Cock~!" you say stupidly, feeling drool leak out of your mouth. "Fuck me... please... fuck me, sir..." you plead, once again staring longingly up at Darius.

The blue-haired man grins at you sadistically before walking behind you. You moan loudly as you feel his cockhead rub against your soaking wet slit. "So fucking wet," he says, and you can hear the smirk in his voice despite being unable to turn around and look at him. "Being milked and treated like some farm animal really turns you on, huh?"

"Being milked is *ahh~*... the best!" you respond, gasping in pleasure as he teasingly rubs his dick against your entrance. "All I want is to be milked and... *ah!* fucked! Please... *haaah* please fuck me!" You default back to begging, **** for him to stop teasing you and put his thick, hard cock inside you.

"You really want my dick?" he asks.

"Y-YESSS~!" you hiss, your pussy dripping juices onto his cockhead as he presses it as close to your entrance as possible without penetrating you; you desperately try to move your hips to **** him to slip inside your tunnel, but he's wise to what you're doing and grabs your ass to hold you in place.

"Then prove it," he says. "Prove to me how much of a cow you really are!"

For a moment your incredibly limited IQ means you don't understand what he wants from you, but then you remember Whitney's magic word from earlier. "MOOOO!" you moan, and he immediately rams his glorious cock into your pussy, all the way to the base. "MOOOOOOOOO~!" you squeal, followed by "FUCK I'M CUMMING!!!!" You have no idea how many orgasms you've had so far today, but it doesn't make this one feel any less incredible, girlcum squirting out around Darius's shaft as he and Whitney share a cruel laugh.

"Ha! I haven't even moved yet!" Darius chuckles, and Whitney nods.

"Just today she came from just being put in the pillory," your mistress says, giving your boob a little squeeze and drawing a few drops of milk out, almost making your sensitive body cum again. "Stimulation is an optional extra; she gets off on being humiliated. Don't you, bitch?"

"AH~! I... don't know what that *HAAH!* means...!" you whine, as Darius does start to move inside you. "Ahhh~! It feels so GOOD!!!"

Whitney giggles, and Darius groans in pleasure as your wet cunt squeezes tightly around his shaft. "So fucking hot..." he grunts. "Best damn 'business meeting' I've ever had." He starts to pick up his pace. "You can consider this investment secured, Whitney. I'm gonna want to come back here on my free days. Especially if you get more cows."

"Yay!" Whitney cheers. "But we can talk business later! Hurry up and cum in her, I wanna see the stupid face she makes!"

Darius gives one of your asscheeks a spank that apparently translates as an affirmative. "Alright, bitch. You ready for a real fucking?"

"Y-YESSSSS~~~!" you squeal. "FUCK ME HARDER, MASTER, PLEEEEASE!" He obliges, starting to piston in and out of your stupidly wet cunt like a jackhammer; you struggle to breathe, every thrust triggering a mini-orgasm. "*AH!* *AH!* *HAAAHH!* *AHHNNNN!*" More and more unintelligible noises spill from your mouth just as nectar spills from your pussy, the businessman fucking you so hard you start to see stars. "M-MOOOO~!" you wail, the only word left in your vocabulary. "MOOOOOOO!"

Several minutes of this pass, each one more mind-shattering than the last. "You *ah!* getting close?" Whitney asks, and you see that she's struggling to hold the bottle steady under your breasts, her other hand having slipped down beneath her shorts to jill herself off. "I'm... *ahn!* getting a little too into this...!"

Darius laughs in-between moans of arousal. "Ha! Alright... take my cum, slut!"

You've been fucked so hard you're barely conscious at this point, but still find the energy to moo in response, **** for his cum to fill you up. As he groans in ecstasy and unloads the first wave of glorious semen into your tunnel, you immediately experience your best climax of the day, milk gushing from your huge tits as a grinning Whitney hurriedly moves to catch as much of it as she can in the bottle. "MOOOOOOOOOOO~~~!" you wail in orgasmic bliss, your pussy squeezing Darius's incredible cock like a vice, trying to wring out every drop of cum.

As he finally runs out of semen and starts to soften, Whitney gestures for him to approach her, pulling her hand out of her shorts and standing up, bottle in hand. He unsheathes himself from your pussy and you whine in disappointment despite still not having come down from your orgasm or stopped lactating by any stretch. "Haha!" he laughs. "Damn, she still wants more, huh?" He picks up the vibrator that Whitney had discarded earlier, and puts it back in place, the buzzing sensation feeling nowhere near as good as his cock but better than nothing; you moan a little in satisfaction.

Darius gets dressed before approaching Whitney; she offers him the bottle, but he instead goes to the shelf and retrieves two glasses. Getting the message, Whitney pours the milk- your milk, into the glasses, and Darius gives one of them to her before raising his own. "To Moomoo Farm, my newest investment," he says, and the two clink their glasses together before taking a swig. "Damn," he says. "It really does taste better. You gotta sell this version as a premium product."

Whitney smirks. "Y'know that's not a bad idea- oh shit!" She realises that milk is still dribbling from your stiff nipples, and reattaches the suction cups, turning the machinery back on and earning yet another orgasmic squeal from you. "Can't let any go to waste," she says, and Darius nods approvingly.

The two leave to sign the papers for the new business agreement that will allow Moomoo Farm to upscale production, to export your milk to the Kanto region and beyond. None of it means anything to you, of course. All that matters is your tits and your pussy feeling as good as they do right now. You can't imagine knowing what all these big words they're saying mean, can't imagine caring about anything beyond being milked and getting to cum as hard and as often as possible. You suppose you did care about something else, at one point. It's all gone now, though, and that's for the best.

Life is simple, and you are happy.