Yes, the first days are hard, but you can keep your sanity.

After your session with Darla, James locks you in stall. The straw that covers the floor provides little comfort, its hard, dry, blunt fingers poke at your back, the cold of the floor penetrates your skin despite the insulation the straw supposedly provides. Sleep comes, while you are naked and shivering, alone, still in a daze from the effects of Darla’s milk.

The sun rose, its light waking you and warming your body. Red marks cover your naked flesh, impressions left in your skin by the hard straw you have been sleeping on. A small window has let the light of the sun in, but as you stand, you find that the window sill is just above eye level. There is no glass, just bars and open air. It is still enough to let light through though, and you are thankful for that much at least. Standing naked, still scraping straw off your body, the sunlight is a small blessing. At least you won’t be cold today, as you were in the night.

You decide you must know more about this place, and so, you jump up to the window, grab ahold of the bars that block your escape, and hoist yourself up. Clinging to the bars and resting your knees against the hard angular surface of the window sill, you can see outside. You easily make out a house. It lies to the left and is not that distant from your “stall.” With the house so close, you are surprised you have heard no voices or sound from it during the night or this morning. Beyond the house, you can make out what looks like another barn. The house must rest between that barn and this one, if the area you were in now was some sort of barn. To the right is a large field. You could see people in the field silhouetted against the rising sun. Looking closer you notice the sellouettes were strange. As if the people had tails. You decide these must be more of the strange “cow-people” like Darla, or “horse-people” or some other such demonic perversion of the human race. Hanging in the window like this is uncomfortable though, so you drop back down inside your stall.

A door creeks open somewhere in the distance. You feel your hopes rise. Maybe it’s Darla again, ready to tell you more of her plan. Maybe it’s James, come to feed you. You’re ashamed to admit, but part of you wants it to be James again, maybe him and his brothers. You push the thought away. You hear footsteps, someone is walking around outside your stall. and seize onto your anger. How can anyone do this to a Knight. The demon world is truly a strange and terrible place! You’re going to kill James, him and his brothers. Kill him and lead these other trapped cows to freedom. When the door opens, you’ll attack. No. You have to wait. Darla has a plan. Wait. Act submissive. Trust the plan. You hope that it is James, James and Darla. But your hope for food and escape fade as you hear the footsteps fade into the distance. The door creeks again, you here it click shut, leaving you alone again, naked in silence.

You had thought James meant to fuck you constantly; to **** you and use you as his slutty cow every moment of every day. Yet, you are alone. Alone and hungry. The morning came, but you never saw him. The shadows lengthened on the wall, and still he did not come. He could not mean to leave you here. To starve you to ****. To let you die of exposure. To forget about you. How could he forget about you? He should be respecting you as a Knight, helping you find your companions. He could at least be using you as his toy, as his cow. This being locked up, alone and forgotten was intolerable.

Slowly the suns yellow lights fades into deep bright reds. You see no one. Night comes, and still you are alone. No James, nor his two brothers, there is no Darla, there are no other “cows” in this accursed stable. As darkness falls, and the warmth of day leaves, you find sleep, again shivering naked on the straw.

The second morning comes and you are once again gently awoken by dawn’s gently rays. By this time, your hunger is gnawing. It is a slow twisting pain in your stomach. It is a animal living inside you bringing a constant pain. Your thirst has no quenching. You have no facilities and so must relieve yourself in the corner of the stall. You have no food or water, and as the day drags on, your mind dwells on the cruel nature of the James, to declare you his pet, and yet to mistreat you so. To declare you his pet at all! What presumption! This man had to pay. But as the light and shadows once again danced across the wall in the slow progression of morning to nightfall, your anger faded to desperation. You screamed in the morning, and by nightfall you were crying. When you go to sleep, it is the sleep of pure exhaustion.

The third dawn comes. Now, hunger is a beast, commanding you. You have thought that maybe you should eat the straw. Thirst is stronger still. Your lips are cracked, your throat and mouth are dry. Your eyes are crusted with the remnants of your tears, and you curse the lost water that those shameful tears cost you. You have to escape. You have to find food. You have to find help.

A door creeks in the distance, but by this time you have heard the creaking and the footsteps before. They will go in time, leaving you here, alone and forgotten. But they don’t go. A rustle outside the door tells you someone is here. Here for you at last! You can’t help but feel some excitement. Even if it’s James, it may come with some food, some water, some relief. Even if it’s another of his twisted games, at least it will be different than this withering confinement. Anything has to be better than this hell.

The door swings open. James enters, a smug smile turning up half of his mouth. You stand up, trying to keep yourself from being tense, trying to to give James the satisfaction of seeing your discomfort.

“What do you want from me?” You ask, trying to keep the desperation out of your voice.

CRACK!

James hits you across the face with the back of his hand, knuckles scraping across your cheeks. You taste the coppery blood as you glide your tongue across your lip.

“What is this cow? Questions from a cow, how repulsive. The only things cows should say is ‘Moo’, unless they are answering their master.”

You try to tell yourself to stay calm, but the dehumanizing manner he addresses you is infuriating.

“Fuck you!” You scream out before James once again strikes, this time with an open hand. His strength is staggering and sends you spinning to the ground.

“Cows don’t live a bad life you know,” James continues in a calm voice, “you got a sample earlier. You liked it, do you remember?”

Though it was shaming, you do remember. You’d never been so aroused as when he’d violated you, making you scream that you were his cow. You are so thirsty now, to be covered with milk like you were then, to be covered with cum like that. You found yourself licking your lips with thirst, and despite your dehydration you could feel a faint dampness beginning in your crouch.

“I asked you a question, cow, do you remember? Do you remember enjoying being treated like the cow you are?” James repeats again, “you can answer your master.”

“I remember you violating me, using me. I remember the shameful actions you perpetuated on me, a most holy Knight.” You say to him. Mustering as much dignity as you can. Why doesn’t he feel bad about his wickedness? Who would do such things? It infuriates you that his first response to your righteous questions is another of those smug smiles.

“But I asked if you remember enjoying it, not if it was shaming or wicked, your response should be a ‘yes,’ or a ‘no.’ Such a stupid cow doesn’t even know the question she is asked. Try again cow, did you enjoy it? Honesty is rewarded.”

And you told yourself again that Darla had to have some sort of plan. She told you to submit for the short-term, she told you’d have an opportunity. You knew he wanted you to say you enjoyed it. Deep inside, you knew you did enjoy it. What good would there be in denying it? Yet, if you admitted that you enjoyed him taking your virginity, drugging you, making you orgasm as again and again, could you also claim to hold the honor and dignity of a knight?

“Yes,” you say, teeth gritted in anger, “I enjoyed it.” And telling yourself yet again that Darla will make this all okay, you resign yourself to James’ humiliations.

“What a good cow, I hardly expected such honesty.” James responds , “ Aren’t knights supposed to be chaste and virtuous? I had thought they had control of carnal desires. It must be that this really is a cow that people have mistaken for a knight.” His words shame you, echoing your thought. He could be right. Maybe you aren’t meant to be a knight. Surely though, you’re better than a shameful cow.

“I said I would reward you, and so I shall.” James tells you, before he loudly calls “Darla,” into the air of the barn.

The low gonging sound of a cow-bell announced Darla before her brown ears poke around the corner of the stall. Her eyes are big and black, almost vacant. It’s hard for you to believe that here expression could be just an act. Her breasts sway back and forth, and milk glistens at the tip of her nipples. You remember the **** haze that you fell into days ago, but the sight of that milk is so tempting.

James is already smiling, “ I see your thirst my little calf. Cows are aloud milk, it helps them grow big and strong. You can have some milk too, just give ol’ Darla a ‘Moo’ and I’ll let you drink as much as you want.”

Your thirst is overpowering. Even if you didn’t see Darla give a small nod behind James’ back, you thought you would have obeyed.

“Moo” you say, and though you knew it would make him smile, James’ grin still makes your face hot with anger and shame.

“Drink up,” he commands, but you are already on your way to Darla’s dripping tits. Should you think of them as utters?

Eagerly your lips find Darla’s nipple. You don’t care about the **** that you know are in her milk. You are so thirsty, so hungry. It has been days since there has been anything at all in your stomach. Besides, you think, the **** in the milk don’t feel bad. You did things last time that you are ashamed of, but the milk itself didn’t feel bad. You just have to keep your thoughts this time, keep your dignity. Or maybe you don’t, maybe you can use the milk as an excuse to be as undignified as you have always wanted.

The thought is so honest, and so shameful, it makes you cringe. Yet the warm full flavor of the milk is already in your mouth, and you have always been a person who commits to your actions. You swallow. The warm fluid slides down your throat. You feel it in your belly. Your stomach lets out a loud rumble as the first nourishment to enter it in days. You continue to drink, sucking at the breast. Your so thirsty. The milk seems to leave Darla’s nipple so slowly. You big mouthfuls, working your throat. Your mouth fills with the milk and you swallow again and again. Already the **** in the milk are starting to effect you, but thirst is your master. You can feel the dampness of your pussy turn to moistness. Your nipples are hard, and they feel hot, pressed up against Darla’s belly. You feel hot, all across your body, but you don’t care. The milk you are drinking tastes delicious. You’ve come out of the desert into an ocean of milk. Your throat no longer feels so dry, and while moisture hasn’t come back to your lips, you no longer feel so miserable you want to die. There is another nipple, you realize. You move your head over to it, it must have more milk. You realize the thought doesn’t make much sense, but as this breast is now closer, you go ahead and start sucking on it anyway.

An orgasm, small and slight, like a shudder, brings your attention to your hand. It moved to your pussy and is still playing with your clit, hard like an eraser beneath your fingers, wet with your secretions. You are still sucking at Darla’s nipple, filling your mouth as completely as you can with her milk. You don’t care what happens to your body. Everything that touches you feels good. The breeze in the stall is like electricity coursing over your skin. Where you and Darla are touching, your bodies pressed up against each other as you feed from her humongous breasts, there is the most pleasing warm sensation you have known. All of it is making your head fuzzy. You feel a hand along your back, and it takes you a moment to realize it is James. You are already pressing yourself up to meet his hand. He is stroking you like a pet and it is wonderful. You swallow another mouthful of milk before you let out a low deep moan.

“You like it when I touch you don’t you?” James asks into the silence.

“Yes, I love your hands, touch me more.” The truth escaped from your lips before you had the chance to think it through. Your inhibitions lowered by the **** in Darla’s milk, you release your honesty must be an effect of those lowered inhibitions. The shame that usually prevents you from admitting how aroused this treatment makes you ins gone. You are enjoying the moment. It’s nice to know that James knows how to touch you. For him to stroke you is such a kindness.James continues to stroke across your back. His hands trail down to your buttocks. You flush with excitement. Your hand waving across your pussy, stroking your wet labia up and down with your first two fingers.

“This calf is gross” James announces. He then pulls you away from Darla. The loss of milk is so sudden that you start crying like a child almost the moment the nipple is pulled away. Looking up, you see that Darla too has a tear in her eye, but that did not seem strange at the time. “You can have more milk if you behave” James says, “but we need to bathe you, get your stall cleaned, and remind you of the role of a cow. Good cows get rewards”

You tell yourself you need to be good and so you remain quiet as he puts a leash on you and fastens it to the wall. You want to be good, you tell yourself, and so you stay quiet when he leads Darla away. He does not want you to say anything, so you don’t, as he pushed out the hay from your stall. When he returns with a bucket of water and a sponge, and started dumping water over your head, your silence breaks.

“Cold,” you cry out.

“Shut up cow,” he responds, giving your ass a hard spank with his open hand. You let out a small yelp, but do stay quiet for him.

“I’m impressed” he says to you at the end of the bath. “I expected much more resistance. Usually, cows fight being taken away from the milk at first. They fight the hands of their masters. Not submissive, well behaved cows though, they handle themselves well. They handle themselves like you did today. It must be because you are a submissive cow, and not a knight.”

His words don’t anger you this time. Maybe it’s the **** still floating in your head, but your happy that he is happy with you. You’re crotch has also gotten so wet and so warm, it wants to be touched, it’s not itchy, it’s almost aching with need. Your pussy is positively dripping and you know it. You have had to wait here as he rubbed your body in near silence. Still he hasn’t touched your dripping pussy. He wants you to submit and be his slutty cow, Darla wants you to play along, and act like a submissive slutty cow, and deep inside, some part of you really does like letting him have his way with your body. Every part of you wished, after all this submission, that he’d honor his promise, and give you some type of reward.

“I’m going to use you for milk” James says, focusing your attention. “Like Darla, I’m going to fill your breasts with aphrodisiac milk, and have my guests suckle them. I’m going to watch you milked each day. To do this, first I will start you on a hormone treatment to get your milk production started, but I also intend to breed you with the bulls of my herd, to keep your milk production up throughout your years of service.” Saying this, he produced a single large pill and held it out to you “this is the hormone, take it, it won’t work immediately, but by the weekend, when I introduce you to my brothers, you should be starting to give a little milk”

You do not hesitate, but take the pill and swallow it whole.James loos shocked, but he just smiles and pets you on the head. Darla’s **** milk still makes his hand feel like heated velvet, sensual pleasure racing across your skin with each pat.

“Kneel” he commands you while pushing down on your back. The firm pressure of his strong, calloused hands feels so controlled, so confident, that you find yourself trusting him, despite his obvious lecherous intentions. You kneel down willingly, facing away from him. Your naked pussy dangling in front of him, your ass exposed to his view.

He rubs his hands across your back again, bringing them slowly down to your buttocks.

CRACK!

SMACK!

WHACK!

He delivers three sudden hard spanks across your entire ass. You yelp, but remain down in front of him. You can feel your ass redding, blood rising to the surface of the already sensitive region. His hands return. They rub slowly now, gently. You let out a long moan, the sensation feels so good. He rubs each of your buttocks. His hands makings lazy circles, lightly touching your skin with only his finger tips. He presses his palms against your buttocks, pulling them apart. You feel the breeze against your wet pussy, lips now held open by James’ hands.

“Please” you beg out loud. If you have to play the part of a submissive cow, can’t you get the rewards? “Please play with it.”

James just smiles. He turns his hands from your buttocks, bringing them inward, away from your upturned ass and towards your wet pussy. At first, he merely cups it entirely. His palm presses upward, his callouses pushing against your sensitive labia. He is being surprisingly gentle. You’re only sexual experiences so far have been here at the farm, and he was so rough when he stole your virginity three nights ago, that you are surprised that he isn’t more forceful. He’s still controlling; he has done nothing but bark orders at you since he came in today, but after the forceful and frightening manner with which he handled you the first time, you find his controlled pace a surprise. You are thankful.

His finger start to move, pushing your labia open. He moves one finger along one sensitive lip, then another along the other. You let out a small gasp. He pinches your lips together, squeezing the moist lips together with the thumb and forefinger of one hand. You relax down into your shoulders, spreading your knees a little more, giving him full access to your willing cunt. James kneels down behind you, allowing him to use his other hand to play with your pussy. He pinches your clit, then rubs it with his thumb. Meanwhile, his other hand starts to push inward, just with a single knuckle, pressing into your wetness. Though the penetration is shallow, you can still here the squishing sounds of your sloppy pussy.

“Ugghnn” you moan in frustration, “please, just use me, use your slutty cow.” You say to him.

“Such a slut, you have no patience” he says, laughing. But he complies, and quickly shoves the rest of his finger deep into your vagina. His pace that you found so teasingly frustrating is suddenly overwhelming. He is rubbing your clit with the thumb of his hand, fucking you with the finger of the other. His hand slams in and out of you, quickly, filling the chamber with moist slaps. You moan and writhe beneath him as he hooks his finger inside of you. His finger presses up deep, finding such sensitive places inside of you. Soon, your body is quivering on its own, your tows twitch and your eyes roll as you orgasm. You tighten around his finger again and again in quick grasps. You pant, your face buried in the hay, ass held out for him.

“Did you just cum you slutty cow?” James asks you.

“Yes,” you confess “your fingers felt so good.”

“I won’t punish you this time, but cows must ask permission to cum for their masters” he informs you.

“Fine,” you agree, “just please, don’t stop fucking me” and, so saying, you wiggle your behind in front of him.

“Stop, we’re just getting started,” he assures you. Then he withdraws his fingers from the slobbering mouth the is your vagina, and presses a fingertip against your anus. The sensation is so new, so unexpected, that you jump, bouncing away from his had. He delivers a quick spank, and you settle, leaving your ass up for more of his ministrations.

His fingertip starts to trace a slow circle around your puckered anus. You relax into the finger. You need to go along with these strange sensations. Yo need James to think of you as his submissive cow if Darla is correct. Besides the sensations really aren’t bad, just strange. James’ other hand returns, quickly finding its way once again to your sensitive clit. You just moan into the ground. Your pussy is still sensitive from that last orgasm, and while James’ has once again slowed down, his fingers are still rough against your most sensitive areas. The circle his finger has been tracing around your anus has not stopped. Indeed, he is only pressing harder, more deliberately towards your center. The finger inters, opening your sphincter, and as it does, his other hand flicks your clit back and forth.

He starts to work the finger in your ass in and out. He works slowly, you feel the callous on his index finger as he works his finger tip in and out, on knuckle violating your anus. The sensation is like a burning. A stretching of some muscle you did not know needed stretching. You relax into the finger. It penetrates deeper, another knuckle sliding into your anus. The finger on your clit is flicking faster. You cannot deny yourself, these sensations are wonderful. Your ass has never felt better, your pussy is dripping. Finally, you can just indulge in your bodies pleasure. Here with the milk coursing through your body, and James’ dominating care, you feel yourself relax. You’ve never felt so relaxed, in fact, like all the pressures of the world have finally, left. That thought, and James’ finger moving backward and forward through your anal canal, his other finger pumping your clit, brings you to your another orgasm.

Your ass tightens around his finger. You feel your sphincter twitch. Your hear a splash and feel what must be cups of liquid spew from you spasming vagina. You sigh deeply into the ground, satisfied and happy.

James is not done though.

You see his trousers fall crumpled to a heap in the hay behind you.

His cock enters your slippery vagina suddenly. It entered far too quickly and with much to much astisfatction for your liking. Just four days ago you had held yourself to be a proper Knight, prim, desirable because of your etiquette. You were pure and virginal. The cock plunging in and out of your heated vagina clashes with that self-image harshly. That cock is verification of your slutty soul.

You reveled in it. You could pass it off on the **** later. You stop talking, you moan. Your voice becomes unrecognizable to your own ears. It’s the howling of some strange beast. You are a beast. You are a beast in heat who need nothing except for the fucking that you are getting. James’ cock takes the stress away. James cock is like a gift from the heavens. Slipping in and out of your vagina with a speed that seems almost threatening, it stretches your most private muscles. The pleasure it creates ripples through your entire body. Your vagina gets hot, you’d start a fire with the friction, but you that could never happen. It would never happen because of the wetness, you admit to yourself as you thrust back against his cock.

His finger once again pressing against your anus brings you suddenly crashing out of your reverie.

“What are you doing”

“What do you mean what am I doing cow? I’m doing what I want to you, you’re my slutty cow. I’m doing what I want and right now I want to be using your slut anus” James announced with an alarming frankness.

“You’re already in my though”, you tell him, a hint of alarm reaching your voice.

“You liked it before” he says, and continues stroking his finger in the small insistent circle.

You just moan into the floor. Submitting to him is the plan after all. That you’re wet is coincidental. That something deep inside of you has been longing for him to just have his way you has nothing to do with anything right now. You are a knight, this is the plan. You stop protesting and relax. Soon his finger is once again working its way backwards and forwards in your anus, only now James cock is penetrating you. You’ve never felt so full. You didn’t know you could feel so full. You start to cum. An orgasm building deep in your body. Your eyes close and you feel you vagina tighten. You feel your anus tighten around his finger. Each group of muscles is grasping, tightening and pulsing. You’re in heaven, not the demon world, but some sort of heaven. Juices pour like a river from your cunt, you can hear the make wet slaps and James’ balls hit against you. With each thrust his balls bounce against your clit, sending a tiny spark through your body. Your orgasm explodes and a scream escapes your mouth.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHH” your shout echoes in the small stall. James just laughs once again. He pulls out of your pussy. The emptiness is sudden. When the finger slides out of your ass, you feel a wave of real disappointment.

“I thought I warned you, cow. Don’t cum without permission,” James barks at you.

“I’m sorry,” you hear yourself begging, “It just happened, you are fucking me so hard, it all just feels so good”

“Nevertheless, you shall have to be punished”

You say nothing. However, the words send a a chill of both fear and excitement through your body. It’s a good thing you are lying face down here in the hay, it would be shaming if James were to see the excitement in your face triggered by the word “punished.”

James grabs your arms. Pulling them roughly behind your back. Your face smashes into the rough hay as your weight shifts from your shoulder and collar bone to be entirely on your face. Cheeks press into the hay scratching your skin, but you barely feel it. You are distracted by James’ rough treatment. He is holding both your wrists together with one hand, pressing them into the small of your back. He produces a rope from somewhere, his shirt pocket maybe? You can still see his pants crumpled on the floor. He ties your wrists firmly together. You don’t even struggle. The firm bindings pull your arms tightly together, causing your shoulders to strain.

“What are you planning?” you ask, your voice is shrill. Is it fear or excitement?

“Nothing too harsh, my young calf, you are young and new to the herd.” His voice is warm and reassuring. He stands up, leaving his pants crumpled on the floor. You hear the creek of your stall door opening. James continues in a reassuring tone, “today I am going to introduce the crop.” He walks out of the room, but continues talking to you. “Cows all need to be used to the crop, but I thought I told you not to speak save to answer questions, save too go ‘moo.’ Yet, here this cow sits questioning me.”

He returns to the stall, his tall shadow falling over your bent body. You can a shadow extend from his hand, a long stick with a wide flap, the unmistakable profile of a riding crop. He drags the leather across your ass, sweeping back and forth with wide stocks. You feel the strap move fro your left buttock to the right, then back. In your mind, you not that the leather of the strap may be softer and more pleasing than James’ rough and calloused hands.

WHACK!

Like the spanks he delivered before with his hand, the first hit from the riding crop came down suddenly.

WHACK! SMACK!

Two more blows quickly follow the first. Left cheek of your ass, then the right. The pain is not immediate, but builds gradually. Each hit of the crop is like a kindling fire, the full **** building and maintaining in the seconds that follow each blow.

WHACK! SMACK! WHACK!

You try and hold your screams, at first. You figured that James wants his cow to remain in submissive silence. You know Darla wants you to play the part of someone meek. Your secret submissive slut heart also tells you to bite your tongue, but the pain is overwhelming.

WHACK!

A moan escapes your lips, but you still hold back. You justify your silence with paradoxes. You must submit to him, remain silent and obedient to his treatments. You must not give him the satisfaction of hearing your screams. Either justification does you no good though, the beating continues.

WHACK! SMACK!

“AAAHHHHHHH” The scream escapes. Your mouth opens into the hay and let loose a howl that must be heard for miles. The scream echoes in your ears, and it is not until your breath runs out of your lungs that you hear James’ laugher from behind you. The beating does not stop though

WHACK!

“AAAAHHH”

It feels like your life is coming down to only three verbs: Inhale, Scream, Cry.

The beating goes on, welts rise across your ass like strips of fire. The strips of molten pain justifying every self-loathing thought you’ve kept buried. You scream, James laughs. The “punishment” only lasts minutes, but it is an eternity to you, prostrate and helpless as you are to the treatment. You don’t realize the blows blows have stopped at first, but the new sensation, James’ hand on your inflamed and tender ass, draws the realization forth. The punishment is over. James’ gives no hint as to why. Was it a number of strikes, some sign from you, or just his boredom that ended his beating. You’ll never know. All James does is stroke your ass, tracing the welts with his fingertips.

Suddenly, James flips you roughly onto your back. Your bound hands rest onto of the hay in the small of your back. Your weight and the strain in your shoulders make this position much more uncomfortable than when you were kneeling. Your tender, beaten ass falling against the hay of the stall makes you feel each welt afresh. Hay sticks to your face. You look up at James. He stands above you, still wearing his shirt, his hard cock hanging in the air, like the limb of a tree. He stands so powerful above you, confident and self assured. He finds you irroestiable, that must be why he acts how he does. This, you tell yourself, and the thought is arousing. The thought that follows, that he doesn’t care at all, that he is using you like some toy, you also find arousing. You moan looking up at him. He smiles down at you with that cocky, smug half-smile he wears.

“Gwen, you’re punishment is over. Now I’m going to use my slut cow again. I’m going to fuck your virgin anus now. Then I will make you eat my seed. When I am done, you will thank me. Do you understand?”

“Yes” you respond, trying to be meek. While you are afraid of that slender hard cock penetrating your ass, you don’t want to face anymore of his fierce blows. You must be meek. That’s still the plan, you remind yourself.

James bends down over you, resting his knees on the floor. The rough cloth of his shirt falls across your breasts and belly, the coarseness of the fabric scraping roughly on your nipples. James who had been staring fixedly into your eyes, looks down, at the cock in his hand now poised above your anus. He starts to smear the head back and forth, drenching it in the juices still leaking from your pussy, but he soon loses patience. He positions his cock, then looks back into your face, deep into your eyes. Now, he pushes his cock roughly forward. It surges forward, tearing roughly into your anus. Your eyes widen in shock at the sudden sensation. There is a hint of pain, but there is also that burning from before. That slow building of sensation that somehow, almost magically, build from your anus to encompass your entire body. As James starts to slide his cock, in and out, with long slow strokes, you find yourself not screaming in pain as you had feared, but moaning in pleasure.

“You like it.” He declares. You don’t deny it, you just look away from him in shame. He continues to fuck your ass, saying “it looks like we found your secret button. Look at your pussy, it’s pouring juices like a fountain.”

You do not look. You know too well that his words might be true. He is fucking your ass, beating you, drugging you, doing to you whatever he wants, and not only are you aroused, but calm. Serene in a way that you have found so rarely in your duties as a night. You turn your face up to look at his. The animal lust in his eyes you are now sure is matched by a similar look in your own eyes. His thrust quicken. You start thrusting back, rocking your body over your bound hands, trying to thrust against that cock with a strength to match his, trying to bury it deeper inside. He stops resting on his knees, just pushing off of you with his hands and buttocks. It looks like he’s doing push-ups and he drills his cock deep into your ass again and again. All his weight crashes down on you. The **** drives the cock deep. The thrusting in your ass builds pressure in your pussy, his cock is has found a way to cause pressure on that sensitive spot in your pussy despite being in your ass. The pressure might even be more direct this way. It’s overwhelming and soon an orgasm is rocking your entire body. Your fist clench, grabbing up straws of hay bound beneath your back. Your toes clench, but what you feel is your sphincter clenching roughly on James’ cock. You can tell that this is creating some great sensation for him as well, his eyes are clenching and he is no longer talking. He is breathing above you in shallow breaths, almost grunting.

Suddenly he pulls out. Your ass continues to spasm as orgasm continues to rack your body.

“Swallow this cow,” he announce as he pushes his cock roughly towards your face.

You are delirious. You don’t care about debasing yourself, you seek satisfaction. You seek his satisfaction as much as your own. This world of carnal pleasure is simple, and you take comfort in the simple rules. You take the cock in your mouth. You don’t resist as the pushes past your throat. He starts to cum, the salty explosion filling your mouth completely and immediately. It is taste like someone mixed snot with seawater. Despite the unpleasant taste, the heady, mushroomy smell is overwhelming and delightful .

“That fuck was awesome” James says. He wipes the last bit of semen off the head of his now placid cock and smears it on your breast. You moan as he rubs your sensitive tits. He looks at you expectantly

“Thank you,” you say, remembering that he expects it.

“You are such a good cow” he tells you as he pulls up his pants. “You’ve been here three days now. Four days from now, my brothers will return. When they do I intend to host a party. I want you to be entertainment for that party. My brothers are special to me, and if I gave them anything less than a completely submissive cow they would be gravely disappointed in me. I want you to make me proud. I want you to be the eager submissive slutty cow that I know you are deep inside. If you are, you’ll make us both proud. You can do that for me, can’t you?”

“I’m looking forward to it” you tell him. You don’t know if you are acting anymore. He smiles at you.

James unties your hands. You move away from him to the corner of your stall.

“You’ve been a good cow, and so I’m bring Darla back to give you some food”

“Mooooo” you tell him, and he smiles.

He takes your leash off and puts it on a hook hanging outside the stall. He calls out for Darla. She comes, the bell again announcing her arrival.

“I’ll leave you two together for a half hour or so, let you have some quality time together. The herd is happiest when all the cows get along” He says before leaving the stall, locking you and Darla together.

“Darla” you cry out the moment James leaves the stall.

“Oh Honey, are you okay?” she asks, sympathy tinting her voice.

“I’m doing okay, I guess,” you blush just thinking how satisfying you actually have found the treatment. “Is there a way to escape?” you ask. You know your sanity needs it, but you no longer know if you want to keep your sanity. The farm seems to offer such pleasures that your mind may be small sacrifice.

“This weekend, Master James is going to be hosting a party. We will both be there. Master James has made many enemies here in the demon world. While the milk that he and his brother produce on this farm is a desired commodity here, other demons would happily turn these lands over to pleasure-pits or **** cells. Many demons don’t want to see humans holding land or power at all in this realm. My ally is an imp, a demon purist who believes humans must be exiled from the realm or exterminated. He has your equipment, and will arrange for it to be hidden away at the party the master is holding. Drunk on pleasure, he will not be expecting an attack. That is all you must do Gwen. Attack. Remember you are a Knight, Gwen and not just a cow, and destroy this man and his evil farm.”

You swallow and nod.

Darla steps forward, reaching out towards you. “Until then, you must keep your strength up, and the only food our master will offer you is my milk.” She puts a hand on the back of your neck and starts pulling your head towards her nipples. “Besides, master gave us half an hour, and I intend to have some fun with you Gwen”

You are already sucking on her nipple. You once again accept mouthful after mouthful of warm **** milk.

You had thought that all of your pleasure was from the effects of the **** in Darla’s milk, but as you swallowed more and more, the tingling sensations return to your body. The **** must have worn off. Could all of that pleasure before just be your slutty sinful body. You felt as if your body betrayed you. Your pure knight soul corrupted by a treacherous devil’s body. The rising haze of the **** mild dissipates the thought like so much smoke. Pleasure envelops you. Your pussy starts to drip its viscous fluids in a steady torrent. Darla moans as you feast upon her milk.

“Gwen, I think you’ve had enough Darlin’” Darla tells you.

You pout, but Darla continues “I’ve arranged a chance for you to escape. I’ve provide you with nourishment, but this cow has needs, and since our master only treats me as his submissive toy, I’m going to satisfy my dominant desires with your slutty body Gwen. You owe it to me”

She might be right. She has done a lot for you. At least, she claims she is doing a lot for you. You suppose you have to wait until the party to really find out, but you should take her on faith, shouldn’t you? Besides, your body wants you to submit to her. Perhaps submitting to Darla will help your meek act with James.

Darla reaches down, forcing her between your legs, dragging her fingers across your sloppy pussy. You moan. You push your hips forward, grinding into Darla’s hand. She inserts a finger forcefully into your pussy. The suddenness of the penetration makes you cry out. The little gasp of pleasure that leaves your lips is so feminine you can hardly believe it. The wanton need that is apparent in the voice is startling. Darla hooks her finger and starts to rock it. Pushing the finger in and out, her knuckles quickly become covered with your lubrication. You hug her, wrapping your arms around her neck. You press your mouth up agains there throat and start kissing, sucking, licking. By acting you help distract yourself from the pleasure resounding in your pussy. Darla does not stop pumping her single finger in and out of you, instead she hones in. She focuses her attention at one spot. Each scrape of her finger is a pulse of pleasure in that one spot. Each time her finger returns, you find that spot bigger and bigger. Another orgasm courses through your body. The pleasure pulse immolating from the pushes of her finger come to encompass your entire form. You tremble a little and collapse into Darla’s arms.

Her fingers leave your pussy and she gently lays you on your back, onto the now familiar straw of your stall. You meekly follow her directions and lie on your back. She stands above you. You stare at her pussy. Her large clit stands out from the hassle of her pubic hair, large, pink, and engorged. The juices of her pussy shimmer off her brown and slightly furry cow-girl thighs.

“Honey, I’ve feed you and made you happy,” she declares, “now it is time for you to please the pussy.”

With no further words, she moves forwards, standing above your shoulders. She lowers herself down, stranding your cheek with her thighs. Her pussy becomes your entire world as it lowers across your face. The first thing you notice is the smell. Earthy and musky, so natural, it beckons to your animal need.

Without hesitation you wrap your lips around the lips in front of you. The labia taste just as pungent as they smell and the savory flavor that fills your mouth is intoxicating. You have no nervousness, plunging forth into the pussy with your tongue, letting the honey textured fluid coat your tongue. Darla lets out a moan above you, the cow like “moo” of her cadence entertains you. This power you have, to bring Darla pleasure, is it the same power James’ seems so addicted to? No, you decide, James was never really concerned with your pleasure, just his own. You, however, are very concerned with Darla’s pleasure. She has promised to help you. She has explained to you her lusty need, and after the **** and sex and pleasure treatments of the farm, you have no doubt that those sexual needs are overpowering. You need to satisfy her, and pleasure you her in her voice as she starts to grind against your mouth fills you with the satisfaction that you are able to do this well.

You move your mouth forward and cup your lips around Darla’s clit, bringing into your mouth. You move it under your tongue. Your tongue moving backward and forward across it in a gentle, yet insistent, side to side motion. Darla starts pushing her hips hard into your mouth. You were breathing through your nose, but now she is pressed up against you so hard that breathing at all is hard. You continue licking. You imagine the clit in front of you is like your own. You lick in the way you desire, imagining the pleasure you are creating. Darla’s “Moo” of pleasure reverberates in your ear. Her thighs start to twitch around your head and suddenly your chin and neck are flooded with the warm gush of her juices.

She gets off your face, and you take in a deep breath. The musky fell of sex fills your lungs when you do. The days of being ignored to be followed by such a day of hedonism has filled you with a deep exhaustion.

“After cumming like that, I have to replay the favor” Darla announces.

“I can’t take anymore.” You protest, but you know it doesn’t matter. Darla already told you she’s a dominant cow. If she wants to have her way with you, she will.

“Nonsense” Darla declares, kneeling down between your thighs. “Just let Darla take care of everything.” Then Darla immediately starts sucking on your clit. The jolt of pleasure caused by the attention to your oversensitive clit forces your back to arch. When you were sucking on Darla’s clit, you imagined that such sensations would be pleasurable; you weren’t imagining the ministrations being carried out on a clitorous that had been sucked, flicked, and prodded all day. The sensations are painful, but still, they are pleasurable as well. Within seconds Darla has you bucking against her face, but she does not stop. She brings her fingers up, under her chin, and as she continues to suck on your clit, she slides a finger into your willing pussy. You push against it. Writhing under it.

“You’re so lively, your body is so sensitive,” she tells you as she draws a breath, before she dives back into your snatch, licking it with abandon.

You want to tell Darla that you aren’t lively, that you aren’t sensitive, but all you seem to be able to do is moan and buck your hips. Her finger is quickly fucking your pussy. It thrusts with a furious insistence. Your body is, as she has informed you, sensitive. It is also apparently an instrument which she knows how to play well. It is with virtuoso understanding that Darla thrusts her smallest finger suddenly forward. It penetrates your anus with ease. The sensation of her lips on your clit and a single single from one hand in each of your holes is too much. You scream and buck and start to cum. Darla continues to fuck you with her hand, but your furious bucking shakes her lips from around your clit. You are too far gone though, the orgasm inevitable. As wave after wave of pleasure continues to cascade across your body, a now familiar satisfying numbness encompasses your mind. You collapse onto the floor exhausted.

You lie in a sweaty heap. Your sphincter feels loose and tender after all the attention. Your once tight vagina aches after all the stretching and rubbing your masters have put you through. First James and now Darla, who seems just as dominant and demanding. James comes in and takes Darla away, but you don’t even get up. You just lie in sweaty satisfaction on the fresh hay your master brought earlier in the day. Your life will never be the same after this week. Maybe it would be better not to escape, to just enjoy being James’ cow. Or maybe you should follow Darla’s plan.