Chapters The Book of Milk Chapter 8
She was on the verge of dozing off, as an increase in volume and rate of mooing coming from the gate told her that Caretaker was coming back. She got up as quickly as her armless body was able, as did 62 who was surprisingly nimble considering her massive udders. Cow 87 followed her to the gate, which had already been opened. Before them, the cows were streaming out into the yard, but none of them walked further than a few steps until turning and looking at Caretaker again. “Why are they just standing around like that? He is alone and we are many. He could never control all of us.”
“Cow 87?” Caretaker called out. “Come here!”
[ORDER RECEIVED. APPROACHING CARETAKER.]
Almost of their own accord, her legs had started to move as she stomped towards Caretaker. It wasn’t that she was remotely controlled, instead 87 just felt a strong compulsion to move towards Caretaker. “Why shouldn’t I? After all, Caretaker knows best.” she thought. “Wait, where did that come from?”
As she came to a standstill in front of him, Caretaker looked her up and down. “Had some fun in there, didn’t you?” he said. She couldn’t be sure but it sounded like his unintelligible face was grinning. Suddenly she was aware of being drenched in dried bodily fluids, while still wet seepage of her own slowly ran down her thighs. She blushed a deep red while unconsciously pushing her udders out.
“C’mon, let’s get you back in your stalls.” Caretaker said as he attached the leash to Cow 87’s collar again and pulled. She followed meekly, while the other cows waited until she had passed them, then trotted behind her and Caretaker without any show of resistance whatsoever. In fact, they seemed eager to return to the barn, their tails swishing with impatience. The only sounds were occasional moos, a couple of passes of gas, and the clip-clop of hooves. Once they were “home”, they let themselves be led back into their stalls, one by one, which was infuriating to 87 who didn’t have a choice like them.
A Caretaker had waited for them in the barn. So now here were Caretaker, Caretaker, and Caretaker, one and one and one. Already, her mind acknowledged the weirdness of these thoughts only in passing, exhausted by this bizarre nightmare of a day.
A few times Cow 87 saw Caretaker and Caretaker use the cattleprod (“zap zap stick” to her) on the other cows in her herd. Without turning it on, he gave them nudges in the right direction when they were confused over which stall was theirs. From the way they jumped and mooed, they knew very well what the prod was capable of. In the meantime, Caretaker was waiting with Cow 87, holding her leash. Strangely, she could also hear soft slurping and muffled mooing sounds coming from the stalls that were now occupied, but from her vantage point had no chance to see anything.
Finally, it was her turn and Caretaker led her to her own stall while Caretaker stood at the entrance. As she entered, she could see the dried stain in the straw where she had lost control over her bladder and bowels in the morning. But in several other aspects, the stall had changed. On her right side, there was now a round metal container that looked a bit like a pressure cooker. Out of its tip, there sprouted a single metal pipe, which was connected to a small electronic device, which for Cow 87 was just an unidentifiable “thingy”. This in turn, had two ports where clear rubber tubes were attached, which for now where carefully wrapped around the device. The tubes ended in long metal cups, with black flanged rubber rings at their open ends. Cow 87 shuddered as she saw them, but she couldn’t have said if out of fear or excitement. Possibly both. This was clearly some sort of automatic milking device, which also made her aware of how much her swollen udders hurt again.
Turning her head left, she saw that a hook was now attached to the wall, higher than her head but still reachable with arms she didn’t have anymore. From the hook, there was a rubber sack dangling which bulged with liquid. At the bottom of the sack, a hose was attached that led to a curious kind of rubber plug. I consisted of two thick round bulbs with a thinner rod connecting the two. Cow 87 could not even guess its function.
The last change however, was the most bizarre. Right in front of her on the wall, a little below head height, there was now a plate screwed into the wall. Attached in its middle was a big, pink rubber dildo. There was some sort of white liquid slowly dripping out of its tip. A hose led from the phallus down to a bucket hung in the left corner of the stall, which seemed to be about half filled with the same white fluid. The suggestion was clear. “They… they want me to suck on that?!” Cow 87 thought.
For some reason, she had to think of her first boyfriend. His name had been… Well, his name wasn’t important. He had been a nice boy, very attentive and sweet to her. However, once they had hit third base (which itself took over six months), he had started to suggest to Cow 87 that she should put his penis into her muzzle. She had been disgusted. It wasn’t just that he wanted her to swallow the gross, sticky stuff she had to clean from her legs and her bedsheets after sex. But this act would give him all the pleasure, while denying her any at all, something which she found extremely egotistic. Of course, he didn’t see it that way. They had their first big fight about it and it had been the beginning of the end of their relationship.
[SEXUAL AVERSION NOT FOLLOWING PROTOCOL. ATTITUDE TOWARDS HETEROSEXUAL ORAL INTERCOURSE CHANGED FROM NEGATIVE TO POSITIVE.]
Cow 87 knew that the voice had done its thing again, because as she looked at the dildo now, she felt herself become wet again, or… well… even wetter. It felt like when she had seen her herd presenting their wet pussies, but different somehow. Although she would have preferred a real man’s penis, she suddenly longed to wrap her muzzle around this artificial shaft in its stead. If her ex had been here now, she wouldn’t have resisted his suggestion for oral sex, she would have asked for it herself! But she also still remembered not liking the idea, while at the same time not being able to understand that memory anymore. Once more, she felt abased by her own inability to resist her new, degrading impulses and she blushed.
That didn’t stop her, however. Licking her muzzle she stomped greedily towards the dildo of her own accord, eyes fixed on her prize. Awkwardly, since she couldn’t steady it with hands she didn’t have anymore, she took the slightly flexible rubber object in her mouth. “Hahaha, looks like 87 is a cock addict already!” Caretaker exclaimed behind her, loud enough that Caretaker and Caretaker, who were busy in other stalls, laughed too. Her blush now took on an even deeper shade of red and she closed her eyes, her bulging cheeks burning with tears of humiliation. As she explored the phallus with her tongue, which only faintly tasted of rubber, she was dimly aware that Caretaker was connecting her collar to the mounting plate with rope.
But her eagerness to get the fake dick into her muzzle didn’t change the fact that she hadn’t actually ever done this before in her life. At first, she sucked on the rubber object as if it was a drinking straw (or, well, a teat). But that only made a little bit of the fluid dribble onto her tongue. It had a rich taste, sweet and salty at the same time and her stomach growled, so she redoubled her efforts. Then she tried chewing on it with her soft, toothless gums, but this was painful and only mildly successful.
Finally, Cow 87 remembered one evening in her college dorm, when she had snuck her laptop under the covers so as not to wake her roommate, and looked at porn on the internet to find out what boys really liked (an experiment she had quickly abandoned in disgust). Trying to mimic the women she had seen there, she now pulled her bald head back until only the tip of the dildo was inside her muzzle, then took it in again, maintaining pressure with her muzzle and tongue, sucking it desperately. She was so hungry it was becoming painful!
At first, she thought that this, too, had been a failure. But after repeating the movement several times, she was rewarded with the dildo suddenly ejecting its load in a huge spurt that hit the back of her throat and made her cough and spit out half of it, the viscous fluid hanging down her chin and dribbling on her udders. Again, Caretaker guffawed. “Swallow, don’t spit, slut! You’ll get the hang of it, just keep practicing, hahaha!” Even as he said that, she was already back to sucking again, eager to get all the delicious fluid this time around.
Helpless against the compulsion, her mind still rejected this degrading act. “Is this how I’m supposed to… to eat now? That doesn’t even make sense! Cows are supposed to eat grass, not… not suck cock!”
[UNDESIRABLE ATTITUDE DETECTED. OVERWRITING TERM “EAT”/”SUCK COCK” WITH “FEED”. ADDING LOOPING PHRASE “COWS LOVE TO FEED.”]
“That’s not… feeding is not feeding… but I need to feed… so hungry… but it’s so degrading… feeding like a… but it feels so good… why does it have to feel so good?”
While she was busy feeding, suddenly so eager for what she had used to think was a disgusting act, 87 felt something heavy being attached to both her sensitive teats. She was curious to look down but not enough to delay her current activity. A machine started with a whirr and she felt her teats being pulled by a powerful vacuum. The feeling was painful, but also highly sensual and she mooed around the phallus, still feeding greedily. Then she felt her teats being manipulated by the pressure quickly alternating between a lighter and an even stronger vacuum, left then right then left then… After only a few of those pulses, 87 felt her milk shooting out of her teats and being drained into the tubes. The feeling made her knees weak and she mooed repeatedly between deepthroating the dildo. After a while, her feeding and the sucking of the automatic milker became one in her mind and she felt like a machine herself, the rhythm her only focus, her mind in a delirium of sexual stimulation.