Chapter 4

Chapter Four

Cassie

O h. My. Stars.

Cassie's pussy clenched as she was led into the smaller of the two barns behind the house. Even outside of it, she'd been able to hear the moans, but that was completely different from seeing what was happening. The hucows weren't just moaning because they were being milked; they were moaning because they were being milked and fucked.

Her footsteps stuttered, but this time, Brandon slowed down rather than trying to pull her forward, letting her get a good look.

The barn was made up of stalls with high walls and low doors, so anyone walking by could see into them, but there was no view between the stalls. Inside each one was a woman with huge breasts hanging down, facing the hallway, and some kind of milking apparatus attached to their nipples. Many of them had a man standing behind her, fucking her while she was being milked, their bells ringing as cocks thrust into them.

Her pussy quivered again as she realized that's what she had in store for herself.

With Brandon?

Yes, please.

The slick of her arousal was starting to coat her inner thighs, and her pussy pulsed with need.

It didn't take her long to realize that not every stall had a man in it fucking the hucow, but all of them were filled with moans… those without a real cock were being impaled on some kind of fake one, so they were still being fucked while they were milked. Cassie was practically dizzy with lust watching them.

She was so distracted, she followed Brandon mindlessly through the barn until he led her into a stall. There was a padded bench in the middle of it, along with stocks for her head and arms to hold her still – similar to the ones she'd been in for the inspection before the auction, but much lower. It was clearly set up so that she could bend at the waist and have her breasts hang down, but her lower body and her head and neck would be supported.

If she wanted to know how it worked, all she had to do was look in the stall across from her where Meggie was being a good little hucow, letting Leo attach suction cups to her nipples, hooking her up to a milking machine while he plied her with attention and kisses and caresses.

Envy surged through her at the sight.

That was definitely not how Brandon was handling her .

On the other hand, she wasn't exactly being good like Meggie either, so…

"Let's get you in position, Cassie," Brandon said, giving her butt another little swat.

Yeah, the difference between how she and Meggie were being treated was stark. On the other hand, she found what Brandon was doing to her far more exciting than if he was being sweet and accommodating. With her butt burning from the spanking and her nipple throbbing, she let him get her in position on the bench without too much of a fight.

The wooden slats held her head and arms in place, but unlike during the inspection before the auction, her body was supported by the padded bench beneath her. She was very aware that it put her pussy and ass right at Brandon's cock-height. If she wanted to strain her neck a little, she could look up and watch Leo and Meggie, but it wasn't a position she wanted to hold for long.

"There we go, good girl," Brandon said smugly once he had her restrained.

Cassie's eyes narrowed, but she bit her lip. Yes, she liked being called a good girl, but she didn't like how he'd made it sound like he was the reason she was being good. It made her want to do something to wipe that smugness from his tone. She was choosing to be good, and she deserved the credit.

His hand caressed her ass as the machine started up, and Cassie moaned at the tugging sensation as much as the caress over her sensitive skin. Oh God… it was indescribable as the suction pulled rhythmically on her nipples, hard enough that it was almost painful. Unlike at the inspection, when mouths had latched on, the machine was the same intensity over and over again, and her milk began to spurt from both breasts with a feeling of release that eased the ache in her swollen breasts.

The sensation made her insides clench, aching to be filled.

"Ask me for my cock, little cow," Brandon said, still caressing her ass as he positioned himself behind her.

She wanted it. She wanted it so badly.

Yet he still had that smug tone in his voice that drove her nuts and spurred on her pride. The tone that made her not want to immediately give him what he wanted.

"I thought I wasn't supposed to talk," Cassie countered. He'd given her too many moments to adjust to the machine. She wasn't feeling quite so overwhelmed right now, and she was still annoyed with the smugness emanating from him. She braced herself for the spanking she was sure was coming.

Apparently, her desire to save her ass was not as great as her pride.

It was a personal failing.

Instead of getting angry, he chuckled. Then his fingers swiped up through her pussy, teasing the soaked folds as the machine continued to tug at her nipples. Cassie moaned as her pussy clenched.

"You know you want to be fucked, little cow. A happy hucow makes better milk, and being fucked will make you happy right now." His fingers pushed inside her, just a little, as if to demonstrate. Cassie moaned, shuddering, her muscles tensing as though trying to hold him inside her.

He was right. She did want to be fucked… but she didn't want to ask for it. That was giving him too much power, and he already had it all.

"You still haven't explained how I'm supposed to do that without talking."

Even though she was practically panting as he teased her pussy, slipping a finger in, then pulling it immediately back out again. She wanted it. She did. And she wanted more than his fingers. With every touch, her desire was growing. Being utterly helpless, restrained in place, unable to do anything but wait for him to decide to fuck her was also turning her on.

The constant suction on her nipples was driving her wild, her pussy pulsing and squeezing in time with the milking.

"You could try mooing."

The very suggestion made her want to start cursing again, but she was in no position to mouth off. The fact that he was now teasing her pussy rather than spanking her unnerved her a little. She didn't like that she couldn't anticipate his responses. If he'd spanked her again, then okay. Go-to established.

Instead, she was left wondering what he might come up with next.

While she was trying to decide how to respond, his fingers pushed inside her again, one of them circling around her anus, and Cassie tensed. The light touch felt good, erotic even, but she'd let one boyfriend try out butt stuff, and it had hurt like hell, and she'd decided… never again. The fact that she was now tied up and helpless to stop him if he decided he wanted to fuck her ass was cause for worry, especially since he was teasing the little opening.

No, thank you.

If she asked for his cock—or mooed—maybe he'd forget about her ass.

Mooing was humiliating, but not as much as it could have been. She was hardly the only one in the barn making a similar sound. Softly at first, then Brandon stroked her clit.

"Louder for me, little cow."

So, she mooed a little louder as his fingers toyed with the sensitive bundle of nerves, teasing her, tormenting her. The need to cum was a far better motivator than even the spanking had been. If he wanted her to moo, then she'd moo.

"Good girl."

The fingers disappeared, then she cried out as his thick cock thrust into her, splitting her open. The sudden breach was uncomfortable but also pleasurable, easing some of the needy ache while stretching her more than she'd been ready for.

Oh, fuck.

It felt so damn good as he pulled back and thrust in again, his hands gripping her hips for leverage. He wasn't holding back at all, fucking her hard and fast, slightly out of rhythm with the milking machine. And all she could do was stay in place and take it. She was bound and helpless before him—he controlled the pace, he controlled her body, he controlled her pleasure.

Across from her, she could hear Meggie moaning, and when she looked up, she could see Leo behind the other woman, fucking her at a leisurely pace. His entire focus was on her, as if she was his whole world. That envy she'd felt earlier pushed at her again.

Not that she'd expected tenderness on Hathor. She hadn't. But seeing it happen made something inside her yearn.

But then could she really complain when Brandon's cock was moving inside her, sending delicious sensations bursting through her?

It was so different from any sexual experience she'd had.

Closing her eyes, Cassie let herself concentrate on that. Forget Leo, forget Meggie. Concentrate on the sensations coursing through her. The sucking of her nipples, the relief as her milk spurted, the feel of Brandon's cock sliding back and forth in her needy pussy. He was fucking her hard enough, his balls slapped against her clit with every thrust, and all she could do was take it. She was a receptacle for his pleasure even as he gave her a dose of her own.

She'd let a couple of her exes tie her hands to the bed, but she'd never been so completely restrained. She'd never been so completely helpless. She'd never been hooked up to a milking machine while she was being fucked. She'd never even had both of her nipples simultaneously sucked while she was being fucked.

The moans and cries and sighs from all around her created a pleasure-filled atmosphere that was impossible to ignore. It was like an extra aphrodisiac, knowing that she was one of many women being thoroughly fucked and milked, all of them working their way to their own pleasure. The things she'd imagined couldn't compare to the reality—the reality was so much hotter, so much filthier, so much wilder.

The ecstasy wound around and around inside her, flitting through the sucking pleasure, growing larger and larger inside her. She couldn't escape the sensations as their intensity became almost too much to bear. She screamed her climax as he moved inside her while her breasts were emptied. The sheer erotic rapture was the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced.

Brandon

The level of excitement he'd felt hooking up Cassie to the milking machine for the first time was unprecedented. Maybe because, so far, she was far sassier than any of the hucows who had come through the farm, more of a challenge. He'd wanted to see how she'd take to it.

Granted, she'd been pretty distracted by everything that was going on in the barn. Understandably so.

The look on her face when she'd first felt the suction on her nipples had been delightful. The way her lips popped open in surprise, her eyes widening at the sensation, the look of relieved bliss… it had made his cock jerk, all the blood rushing to his groin in reaction.

But he'd gone a step farther. Rather than burying himself inside her already, he'd wanted her acknowledgment that she wanted his dick. He'd wanted her submission. Just a little bit of it.

And, of course, she'd had to sass back first, which had amused him. All trussed up, entirely at his mercy, and she still couldn't turn it off.

Making her beg for his cock by mooing had been another sweet victory. Turning her into a good little hucow was going to be a lot of work, and he was looking forward to it.

Pain and pleasure. That's what drove her. Two of his favorite things to dish out. And he was going to need all his considerable knowledge because she might be the most challenging hucow he'd ever met.

Which was probably at least partly why it felt so good to bury his cock inside her. Cassie's pussy was so hot and wet, her muscles clamping down around him as he thrust in. She moaned loud and low, her hips lifting up as much as she could in her current position.

He felt no need to hold back.

Gripping her hips tightly, he began to fuck her as hard as he wanted to. He knew she would come. She was too hot, too horny, too needy not to… and he'd finish her off with one of the machines if she didn't.

This first time… this was all for him, for his pleasure.

Her cries spurred him on as he buried himself inside her, over and over again, letting out all the pent-up need that had consumed him since the first moment he'd seen her. The sound of her climax set off his own, and he buried himself inside her with a hoarse groan, holding her warmed ass against him as tightly as he could. Her pussy squeezed and clenched, milking his cock the same way she was being milked by the machine, sucking every last drop from him.

Breathing heavily, Brandon slumped over her slightly to keep upright as his knees threatened to buckle.

Holy hell.

She was everything he'd hoped for and more.

The perfect little hucow.

"Good girl," he murmured.

Cassie moaned happily in response, her pussy still quivering around him as her milking continued. Brandon grinned. Yes, he was going to make sure that Cassie was very happy here on Sweet Cream Farm.