Chapter 18 by AvenX

Do you crawl?

You crawl

Scared of losing the ability to walk, but also incredibly turned on by everything, you obey, lowering yourself to crawl on all fours after the man.

He leads you through the only doorway and out into what appears to be some kind of large industrial milk farm, only instead of cows, there are just rows and rows of women. Every one of them in their own stall but locked down onto a milking bench. Their mouths are all filled with some kind of tube connected to pipes in the ceiling. Their cunts are all being relentless pounded by fucking machines. Muffled moans echo in the large space.

The ground is hard cement and your hands and knees ache, but you relish the feeling. Too soon, you know you won’t be moving anywhere at all. When you reach an empty stall and stop, you know that your time is up.

“Mount up, cow.”

You do as you're told. Settling onto the milking bench without protest. This is what you are meant for. Your udders are fitted into the rubber sacks, the dildo pushed into your wet cunt, and the gag that you can now see is shaped like a large dick is pushed into your mouth and strapped in place.

The man pushes a button on the wall and then leaves. You aren’t going anywhere. The dildo speeds to life, pushing in and out of your cunt and an unforgiving pace. The milking machine squeezes and releases your udders rhythmically. The gag squirts some kind of liquid food down your throat.

Time passes. At first, you try to keep track of how long you’ve been here by the number of times you are fed. You lose count and give up before you reach 12 feedings. Hours. Days. Weeks. It means nothing to you. Sometimes, men come and change the dildo for a bigger one. You don’t really notice them. All that matters is pleasure and the ever present need for an orgasm that will never come.

One day, a group of people come in. They unfasten your wrist and put a pen in your hand and a paper on the floor underneath it. You blink up at them, hazy and confused.

“Sign,” they say, “and we’ll let you cum.”

You sign.

“Thank you, dairy cow 451. You may have one orgasm whenever you’re ready.”

Having been on the edge for so long, you cum as soon as permission is given. You cum so hard that you pass out. When you wake up again, the people are gone. They never come back.