Chapter 6

Chapter Six

B y the time she crawled to her stall on the padded hooves and kneepads he'd fitted her with, she was exhausted down to her bones. Between the stress of the day and the orgasm he'd teased her with, she was absolutely wrung out.

Unfortunately for her, she wasn't quite done yet.

Her ‘stall' was really a large bedroom with two twin beds on either side of the room. Both beds were perfectly made, but the left side of the room looked distinctly more… lived in was the only term she could think of to describe it. The wall was decorated with various ribbons she couldn't read from a distance, as well as photos of various women dressed exactly like her, their arms around each other grinning for the camera.

Which meant the bed on the right, as barren and cold as it was, must be hers. And sitting on her bed was a contraption she only vaguely recognized. A large machine of sorts with two hoses that ran to two clear plastic cones. Each cone was also connected to what appeared to be a bottle.

"What's that?" she asked, stopping in the middle of the room to keep a healthy distance between her and the machine.

"A breast pump. Starting tomorrow, you'll begin taking supplements to assist with your milk production, but in the meantime you'll be hooked up to the pump every morning and every evening. The stimulation from the pump should encourage your body to produce milk."

Stunned, she could only stare at the bed. "Holy shit. You were serious about the whole milking thing?"

"I never joke about the program, little cow. Up on your knees so I can attach the pump to those pretty teats of yours."

"They aren't teats," she grumbled. But she did as she was told, because she wasn't eager to provoke his wrath. When she settled on her knees, her bottom resting on her heels, the tail shifted inside her, and the desire that had just begun to abate came roaring back to life with a vengeance.

God, she hoped she got used to all these different sensations soon. It was going to be a miserable twelve weeks if she was this horny all the time. Especially if Uncle Luke refused to let her come. The bastard.

Uncle Luke sat on the edge of the bed, but instead of picking up the pump, he cupped her breasts in his hands. Her body instantly responded to his touch, in a way it never had with any other man, need coiling low in her belly as her nipples pebbled into hard points.

"Such a responsive little thing," he murmured, eliciting a gasp from her with a sharp tug on each nipple. "Are you still wet for me, little cow?"

Soaked. Aching. Desperate. And far too stubborn to admit it to his face. "No."

"Naughty cow," he chided with another, sharper tug. "This program requires complete and sometimes brutal honesty. Lying will only get you in trouble. So, let me ask again. Do you still want Daddy to make you come?"

Oh, fuck. Trickles of arousal slipped down the inside of her thigh and she had no doubt he could smell it on her.

And still, she couldn't bring herself to admit it out loud. "No."

Sighing heavily, he dropped her breasts, and she nearly wept at the loss of his hands on her. But she clenched her teeth together to keep from making a sound.

Uncle Luke rose from the bed and crossed the small room to an armoire she hadn't paid much attention to before. She'd assumed it was where she'd keep her clothes, but when he opened it, she couldn't hold back her gasp at the contents.

Crops, leather straps, and several long skinny canes were hanging from the rod inside the armoire. But he didn't reach for any of them. Instead, he pulled open a drawer and she caught a glimpse of metal in his hand before he closed it again.

She got a better look at what he'd taken from the drawer when he approached her again. It was a metal bar with strips of leather attached to either end, and one of the strips had a silver buckle on the end. "Open your mouth, little cow."

Pressing her lips together, she shook her head. There was no way she was letting him put that thing in her mouth.

"You don't want to fight me, Dottie. There is no scenario where you come on top, I promise you that. Open your mouth like a good little cow, or you will be punished."

Her gaze slid toward the armoire and he chuckled. "Yes, little cow. That's what I mean when I say you'll be punished. So unless you'd like to go to dinner with welts all over your pretty bottom, I suggest you do as you're told."

As much as she didn't want that… thing in her mouth, she wanted another spanking even less. Especially a spanking with those evil-looking things in the armoire. Her bottom lip trembled a bit as she forced her lips apart.

"Good girl."

The praise, spoken in that low rumble, sent her heart racing and her pussy throbbing. A moment later, the metal settled between her teeth as he buckled the leather straps behind her head.

With the bit in place, Uncle Luke returned to his spot on the bed, his expression somber. "I do not tolerate lies, Dottie. No matter how small they may seem. You will not hide anything from me, especially not your body's responses to my touch. Have I made myself clear?"

An unfamiliar pressure sat heavy on her chest. Was he so forceful with all the students in his program?

It seemed like the worst kind of vanity to assume she was different from everyone else. Special, in some way. And yet, something deep down in her soul told her she was. And maybe it was delusional to think so, but just the thought of belonging to a man like Lucas Callaway had that pressure in her chest growing heavier. So she nodded her understanding, and the pressure in her chest lifted when she was rewarded with a warm smile. "Good girl. Now, let's get you milked so you can go down to dinner and meet your new friends."

Good girl. Two simple words that had her heart swelling as Luke attached the pump to her nipples, the tips of his fingers brushing over the sensitive skin of her breasts. She watched, equal parts fascinated and horrified by what was happening to her. If her friends back home could see her now… god. They'd never let her live it down.

Thoughts of her friends and their reactions to her current predicament were quickly chased from her mind when Luke pressed a button and the machine turned on. The cups on her breasts pinched slightly, but not so much that it was unbearable.

She whimpered when the tugging started it. The sensation was so similar to how Luke had pulled at her nipples that it sent those same jolts of need straight to her clit. And it wasn't long before she was squirming, pressing her thighs together in a desperate attempt to relieve the ache between them.

Still seated on the bed, Luke smiled, just enough for her to understand he was enjoying every moment of her torment. There was no trace of the man she'd grown up with, the Uncle who had given her piggy back rides at the beach and spoiled her with junk food and prizes at the local county fair every year. The man in front of her was someone else entirely.

And she desperately wanted to get to know every inch of this Luke.

"Such a sweet little cow," he murmured, running a hand over her hair. His expression turned thoughtful as he petted her. "Would you like another chance to earn a reward?"

At the mention of a chance to earn the orgasm she'd missed out on earlier she perked up, nodding her head vigorously enough to make him chuckle in response. "All right. On all fours, with that pretty bottom nice and high for me."

She moved into position, arching her back to give him better access. His fingers slipped easily into her soaked pussy and she moaned around the bit. Again the pumps tugged at her nipples, giving her that little bit of something more she didn't even know she'd wanted before today as he stroked her clit.

"That's my good little cow. Are you going to moo for me, darlin'?"

Heat rushed to her cheeks and she shook her head. Moo for him? He couldn't be serious.

"Then you won't be allowed to come. Again. This is the last chance I'll give you tonight.

A sob bubbled up in her chest. Never in her life had she been so humiliated. And the burgeoning ache between her thighs only added to her shame.

Was mooing for him really so bad? Especially when it was only the two of them?

Dragging in air through her nose, she closed her eyes—and mooed. The low sound was muffled somewhat by the bit in her mouth, but it was clearly a moo all the same.

"Such a good little cow!" he praised, pressing harder against her clit and sending shockwaves of pleasure surging through her body. "Again, and I'll let you come all over Daddy's hand."

Daddy. There was that fucking word again. The word she couldn't bring herself to say, even though it made her empty pussy spasm with need every time he said it.

Ignoring her conflicting feelings over calling him Daddy, she mooed again. With every stroke of his fingers over her clit the need in her belly coiled tighter and tighter. Until, at long last, it exploded inside her, sending waves of molten pleasure racing through her veins.

When she was finished, Luke removed the pumps from her breasts as well as the bit in her mouth, all while praising her and telling her what a good heifer she was. And when he ran a calloused hand down her back to her bottom, giving it a gentle pat, she couldn't help but think that she might actually enjoy being his sweet little cow.

Thankfully, they went straight to the dining hall after her milking session. She hadn't eaten much of anything all day, and the milking combined with the orgasm had her feeling positively ravenous. By the time she was guided to what looked like an actual feed trough, she was hungry enough not to complain about being forced to eat like an animal.

Each trough had four little compartments, one for each of the cows, and she was led to an empty space beside a voluptuous redhead who sat back on her haunches as they approached, a wide smile stretched across her pretty freckled face. "Hi! I'm Alice. You must be Dottie, my new roommate!"

Dottie looked up at Luke, who nodded. "I think you and Alice will realize you have a lot in common. Enjoy your dinner, darlin', I'll be back to check on you before bed."

"Oh, but… you're not staying with me?" Panic tightened like a band around her chest at the thought of him leaving. It was one thing for someone she knew to be doing so many intimate, embarrassing things to her. She wasn't sure she could handle complete strangers touching her the way Luke had.

"No, but you're in good hands, little cow. Alice here will answer any questions you have and I'm only a call away if you really need me."

With another pat on the head, he turned and strode away, pausing only to chat with Miss Pearl at the doorway before continuing on.

He didn't even bother to look back.