Chapters The Book of Milk Chapter 20
Her first thought waking up was of The Owner: “Dis… dis kow… love… love Ownaw! Dis… dis kow… hope… hope Ownaw… will… will tak… take dis… dis kow to… to de… de faere… dis… dis when!” Puffycunt still didn’t know what a “feare” even was, of course, but if The Owner wanted to bring her there, it must be a “most goot plaze”, she reckoned. As the door of her stall opened, she quickly got up onto her hooves, expecting Caretaker to enter, but to her surprise, it was The Owner! She blushed as his gaze mustered her, feeling wholly inadequate and insignificant. But she had to be the “most goot kow” for him, so she pushed out her full udders, shaking them so her cow ball clanged and small drops fell from her long teats, shyly mooing at him.
The Owner only smiled and wordlessly prepared everything for her feeding and milking. Desperate to show him that she was a good cow, Puffycunt sucked the feeding cock even more eagerly and willed her udders to drain more quickly. While she was thus occupied, The Owner walked around her and again touched her several times, squeezing her udders, slapping her presented asscheeks and even stroking her bloated belly, his hand between her legs just stopping short of her pussy. Again, each touch sent a ripple of almost orgasmic feeling through her whole body, supercharging her arousal which was already all consuming. But still without the release of a orgasm. Desperately, she mooed around the feeding cock, hot tears running down her cheeks. Then she reminded herself again that she had to be a “goot kow” and think “happi thohtz” and redoubled her effort at sucking.
After that, The Owner also led her to the cleaning station and she basked in the other cows looking at her with envy (not that she knew what envy was, really). After having been cleaned (by Caretaker) and her bowels voided, she was however led back to her stall by The Owner while all the other cows were walked towards the exit. She was confused by this change in her routine, but also excited. In her stall, the bucket for her feeding cock was once again filled and she was attached to the wall once more. “You’ll get seconds on this special day, cow. You’ll need your strength later on. So go on, suck!” He didn’t need to repeat that order.
She finished in record time with a loud burping. Then she was finally led outside by The Owner. There, another surprise waited for her. A large “metal thing” was standing in the yard, its back open. Puffycunt was afraid of its dark interior and tried to pull back, but Caretaker behind her gave her a few pokes with the “zapzap stick” in her fleshy behind while The Owner pulled from the front with the leash. “No…. dawk… dawk matel… matel ting… ting insighd… skari… but… neet… neet be… goot… goot kow… for… for ownaw….” With that thought, she finally let herself be led into the non-descriptive white van.
Once her eyes had become accustomed to the dim light within, Puffycunt could see chains overhead and leather straps on the floor, but couldn’t make any sense of it. The Owner stood beside her and being so near to him made her feel dizzy with excitement. She tried to turn her bald head to see what he was doing as much as her metal collar allowed. He uncoiled a chain that had been wrapped around a sturdy metal ring in the middle of the van’s ceiling. At both ends, it had hooks, but one of them was a lot longer than the other and had a large bulb on the end. This one The Owner pushed into Puffycunt’s freshly cleaned asshole, after lifting her tail with the other hand, where it slid in without much resistance although the bulb was easily as big as an orange. It slid in deeply until the turn of the hook came to rest on her distended rectum. All this happened so quickly that Puffycunt could only moo in surprise at the feeling of the cold metal touching her warm and wet insides. Before she could even think about moving forward to get rid of the intruder, The Owner had already attached the smaller hook on the other end to the back of her metal collar. Now, the only way to reduce the pull of the hook on her tender anus was to push her ass upwards and bend her back. When she tried to pull her ass down again, she choked herself and when she tried to push her upper body forward or down, the hook stretched her asshole painfully. She was truly trapped in place and mooed pitifully.
But that wasn’t all. Next, The Owner spread her legs which she let happen because he touched her bare skin again, making her moo throatily. Then, he guided her hooves into leather sheaths which were connected to the walls of the van on each side. A person with human feet could have easily wiggled out of those again, but Puffycunt’s hooves had a lot less freedom of movement than that, with their permanently straightened insteps and ankles.
Now she could move even less, and was forced to remain standing in the middle of the van’s interior with spread legs. To test the arrangement, The Owner slapped her right buttcheek with enough force to make a loud smacking sound and nodded with satisfaction when Puffycunt mooed but could only shudder helplessly a few times in response, her tail twitching, pulled slightly sideways by the chain. Then he left without another word and closed the double doors of the van, leaving Puffycunt in pitch black darkness.
Soon, she could feel the van moving, heard crunching gravel beneath herself, then the smoother sound of a street. Each bump and each curve she could feel intensely by the movement of the hook in her ass and she was soon dripping from between her open legs again, even while being terrified by this new development. Only her unwavering trust in The Owner made her not become completely panicked. “Ownaw bring… bring dis… dis kow… kow to… to de faere… dis kow… kow… musd… be… be goot… goot kow…”
Either Puffycunt had dozed off or the trip had been shorter than expected. With her vague grasp on the passage of time she had no way of knowing for sure. At any rate, the van she was in slowly stopped, pulling the hook deeper into her rear and eliciting wide eyes and a loud moo in protest. Then the car doors opening and closing could be heard, the crunch of boots on gravel and then finally, the back doors opening with squealing hinges, sunlight filling the tiny space. Instead of The Owner it was Caretaker who freed Puffycunt of her restraints. First he pulled her hooves out of their stirrups, then he unhooked the chain from her collar and finally pulled the other hook out of her ass. The round end left her asshole with a fleshy pop and as uncomfortable as the ride had been, Puffycunt felt strangely sad at feeling empty in this hole again. A leash was attached to her collar, distracting her instantly, and she was turned around and led out of the van.