Take Her Out to the Pasture and Milk Her

Thea hoped that the half-orc merchant had not seen how she had shivered in excitement at the mention of taking this outside. Judging by the sinister, lust filled look in those eyes… yeah, she had caught that. Kilm raised a finger before Thea could speak. “Not a word milkmaid,” she said as she released Thea’s ankle and stepped out of her pants, away from the bed. She bent down to pick up her merchant’s coat, making sure that Thea got a good look at what she herself was packing in the ass department. It might not be much compared to the bottom-heavy half-elf, but her muscular thighs and toned buttocks were nothing to laugh at.

Thea for her part was rather taken by the sight before her. Most people had the idea that the life of a merchant was one of riches and sitting on their fat asses all day, and maybe that was true for those in the big cities but not for ones like Kilm. She was a traveling merchant that had clearly seen her share of troubles and hard labour out in the wilds. She was not as muscular like a knight or a wild nomadic warrior, but her body had an athletic tone to it. And Thea found herself almost entranced by the green behind as it wiggled side to side in a show of lustful teasing. By the time Kilm stood back up and turned to face her, Thea’s jaw was hanging open and she needed to quickly wipe he drool away from the corner of her mouth.

“You’re cute when you drool,” Kilm said with a wink as Thea blushed. She threw on her coat but did not bother to button it up. “Here this is for you.” She reached into her pocket and produce a small bottle of milky-white liquid. “Drink this.”

“What is it?” Thea asked taking the bottle into her hand. She tried to read the label but got no further than the title of it, ‘Lactalicious’ it read, before Kilm’s hand covered the label.

“Just drink it… remember our deal?” Kilm said uncorking the bottle. Thea nodded before opening her mouth and together, each of them holding the bottle, raised it to her lips. “That’s it, drink it all up my pretty milkmaid.”

Thea hummed as she drank from the bottle. The milky-white liquid tasted sweet and creamy. It reminded Thea of the creamier cut of the milk from her cows. It was thick and took a while for her to drink. By the end of it she was suckling from the bottle like a calf on its mother’s teat. Pulling it back from her face, Kilm took the bottle and returned it to her coat as Thea gave a milky burp. “Well, that was certainly nice,” Thea said wiping her mouth witht he back of her hand.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Kilm said her eyes looking down below Thea’s face with a knowing grin. “It should be having some interesting effects very soon.”

Thea frowned as Kilm got up and started looking around the room. She glanced down at her chest, what had Kilm been so interested in? The only thing of note were her modest sized breasts. She did feel the onset of a strange tingling in them, and her hard nipples looked… thicker than before. Reaching up with her hands she felt them start to warm up as the tingling slowly filled her breasts. Were they getting bigger or was it just a trick of the light? She wiped her eyes and when she went to reach back down to her breasts Kilm’s hands caught hers. Thea looked up into Kilm’s smiling face and saw she had a collection of items.

“Here, hold this,” Kilm said producing one of Theas old silver cowbells and a length of twine. Thea took the cowbell and held it up as Kilm ran the twine through it and then around Thea’s neck a couple times before tying it off. “There we go, let me see how it looks.” Thea let it drop down, the large bell dangled down over her breasts. The cool metal felt nice against her swollen bust which was becoming warmer and warmer as the tingling continued. Her nipples were about as thick as her own thumbs by now and she had easily gained a whole cup, not that Thea owned any bras. Most garments such as that were for those in the city or travellers. Thea could usually get away with some simple homemade fabric binders for what little support her very modest sized boobs required or nothing at all.

“So how does it look?” Thea asked glancing up at Kilm. She gave it a little wiggle by twisting her torso side to side. Her breasts wobbled alongside the bell as it jingled about. She did not miss the way Kilm’s eyes became glazed over at the sight of her breasts and the cowbell.

“I love it,” Kilm said with a big grin. “But it’s not finished yet.” She pulled out one of the many lead ropes Thea used for her cows. It was her blue one. “Just need to tie this around the right way...” Kilm fiddled with the rope, her tongue sticking out the corner of her mouth near her orcish tusk as she concentrated on her task. Thea could not help chuckling as she watched Kilm struggle to make use of the rope. She ended up just tying the end of it into one big knot. “Think you can do better?”

“I know I can,” Thea said taking the rope from the perturbed half-orc. She quickly undid the mess that Kilm had created before straightening the rope back out. “Now a standard cow harness won’t work for my facial structure, but I think something like this will…” She simply ran the rope around her neck, gave it plenty of slack and tied it into a secure but safe knot that would not tighten around her. “How’s this?”

“Well done,” Kilm said her face softening as she took the other end of the rope. “Now come along milk-cow.” Kilm stood up and tugged Thea up from the bed and started to lead her over to the door.

Nervously Thea followed along, her bell ringing as she trotted forward, but started to slow as they reached the door. Kilm threw it open, letting in rays of sunlight and fresh air. “Are you sure we have to…” Thea started to say only to be silenced as Kilm tugged harshly on her lead, heading out the door and forcing Thea forward along behind her.

“Yes and no more speaking. Cows don’t speak,” Kilm said stepping out onto the veranda, she pulled Thea onwards and out into the sun. Thea shivered as she glanced about. She reached up to cover herself even though no one else was in sight and it was probably just herself and Kilm for miles around. Kilm caught her trying to cover up and batted her hands away. “Either keep them by your sides or I make you crawl with them like a real cow. Now come along.”

Thea sighed and nodded her head, causing her bell to ring before following after Kilm out into the field. The grass beneath her bare feet and dirt between her toes felt strangely right to Thea. Maybe it was her wood elf roots or years as a youngster running around the property half-dressed but something about being out in the fresh air, unclothed and tethered to Kilm felt strangely right. Thea was led out towards a section of her own pasture, near the fence that ran alongside the main dirt trail. She hoped no one would come along while Kilm did whatever she was about to do to Thea. Kilm tied off her lead rope to the fence with a much more carefully practiced and simpler knot.

“There you go,” Kilm said as she turned towards the barn. “I’ll be right back, you stand here looking pretty now…”

“But what if…”

Kilm rounded on Thea in a split second and grabbed her by the shoulder, pushing her back up against the fence. “What did I say about talking?” Kilm growled, bearing her tusks. Quick as a flash she brought a hand down in a wide arc and slapped Thea on her left breast. The shcok of pain made Thea cry out as her bell rang. “Cows.” A back hand to her right breast caused Thea to wince. “Don’t.” Another slap to the left brought tears to her eyes. “Speak!” Another backhand to her right left behind a nasty looking red impact on Thea’s brown skin. She hissed in pain as she looked at Kilm through her watery eyes. “Let’s try this again… cow do you speak?”

Thea shook her head, her bottom lip whimpering. She wanted to collapse before Kilm, her legs wobbling, but she was pinned up against the fence.

“What do cows say? Hmmm? Can you make a sound like a cow?” Kilm said. She was breathing so hard, her white tunic clad breasts heaving, a redness to her green cheeks as she looked down upon Thea lustfully. Her hand was held at the ready, prepared to bring down another slap. “Let me hear you moo you slutty cow.”

“Mooooooooo,” Thea sobbed and Kilm smiled in satisfaction.

“That’s right… and from now on you will be punished if you make any other sound,” Kilm said releasing Thea and letting her fall down to her knees. “Stay down there cow. As punishment for speaking you can stay here on your hands and knees while I go get a couple things. Understood?”

“Moo,” Thea said as she glanced up and got a good look at Kilm from down here. Specifically, she noticed how the half-orc’s pussy between those toned thighs was gushing. Kilm was getting off to her treatment of Thea and Thea herself had to admit to liking it too. She bit her bottom lip as she pushed herself forward onto her hands and knees and stood there watching as Kilm turned around and marched off towards the barn. She was left here by the fence, tied to it and with nothing but a cowbell around her neck. She was alone and exposed to the world around her. **** to stand on her hands and knees like a mere animal. Punished for daring to even speak. Ordered to only moo like a cow. Thea felt herself flushed with both humiliation and arousal.

Anyone could come upon her at any time while Kilm was away. Plenty of other people came through these parts. Merchants, hunters, wood cutters, neighbouring farmers, even the occasional soldiers or adventurers. Sometimes they were strangers but many of the common travellers had been friends of her parents or been Thea’s age and grown up to take over their own family professions, continuing to come through these parts. What would they think if they saw her like this? What would they say? What would they do to her? She shivered in dread… or was it anticipation? What was taking Kilm so long? It felt like it had been nearly half an hour on her hands and knees out here under a warm sun in the mud and grass. Sweat had started to run down her back.

Thea noticed her breasts still hurt but she dared not try and sooth them with her hands. Kilm could be back at any moment. They had throbbed in pain for a while after Kilm hit them but that had faded and been replaced with a different pain. It was an unusual type of pain. It felt like her breasts were filled to capacity with something. Her nipples ached and breast flesh felt tender. They were also still warm against the cold air, uncomfortably so. Thea groaned as she tried to look down at them. It was hard to see past the hefty bell around her neck, but she swore they had indeed grown. At the very least they were swollen two whole cup sizes larger than they had been before. The sound of boots through the grass made Thea look up to see Kilm return. She had with her one of Thea’s pails and her wooden milking stool. Oh… Thea thought, glancing between Kilm and her swollen breasts, so that’s what she was planning to do. Thea bit her bottom lip as Kilm placed the pail below her breasts and set up the stool, she really should have seen this coming.

“You been a good cow?” Kilm asked as she squatted down onto the stool, her unbuttoned coat opened wide to reveal her naked lower torso and that she had unlaced her white tunic enough to expose a generous amount of cleavage. Thea had once considered Kilm’s breasts to be quite the handful compared to her own but by now the swelling of Thea’s own boobs had brough them in line with one another. Thea mooed in what she hoped was an affectionate tone as Kilm reached down and pet the side of her head. “Going to give me a nice load of milk?”

“Mooooo,” Thea said with an eager nod. By now the pressure within her chest was becoming too much. She could already feel drops of milk dribbling out of her engorged teats. It really hurt to feel this full.

“There, there, that’s a good girl,” Kilm said as she reached down and caressed Thea’s aching breasts before tugging softly upon her sensitive nipples. She was no dairy cow farmer but Kilm’s strong grip was enough to get some much-needed relief for Thea as breast milk squirted out from her teats. “You know I dreamed of this? Milking a good girl like you Thea? You know that’s actually why I called you milkmaid, right? The whole time I was thinking of doing this to you. Turning you into my own personal milkmaid.”

Thea blushed bright red at Kilms words before she mooed in joy and pleasure. It was like an overflowing dam breaking as her breasts squirted out streams of milk. Whatever Kilm had given her had got her body producing milk in exceptionally large quantities. No wonder her small breasts had swollen up so much and hurt like hell. They had been so full. Kilm’s hands not only made her feel good from relieving the pressure but jut the feeling of them caressing her breasts and tugging on her nipples was so good. Thea was moaning and mooing by the time Kilm had filled the pail about a quarter of the way. Thea frowned as she looked down at the pail, Kilm had not put her feet on either side of it. If Thea had been one of her real cows that pail would be knocked over right about now. Should Thea knock it over? Kilm was sure to punish her for it, but she did just drill it into her head that Thea was a cow, and a real cow would… hmmm…