Chapter 14: Bovus
Notes:
[Kinks: slavery, underage, daddy kink, father/daughter, incest, urethral play, non-con/rape, M/f, F/f, mindbroken, lactation, big breasts, object insertion]
Chapter Text
Hart supposed he'd need to get a little stall set up for her as quickly as he could; it felt odd having a cow in his office.
He appreciated the gesture, of course, and this was one of the nearby rancher's prized cows. And also a clear bribe.
There was a push for industrial dairies and it was hurting ranchers that prized themselves on the quality of the cattle and resulting quality product. Hart could easily use his influence and have the whole city, if not nation purchasing free range products.
Hart snapped his fingers in the naked cow's face. The mindbroken girl's eyes focused on him and realizing that he was there, instinctively widened her legs, her pussy already wet. Hart nodded in approval, she had clearly been expertly broken, a testament to the Lawrence Ranch methods.
Industrial dairies put their cows through a quick and simple lobotomizing process, while dairies like Lawrence's took the time to pump the new cows full of aphrodisiacs and machine fuck them near constantly. It usually only takes a week or two, but the girls are left completely mindless and utterly addicted to orgasms. The free range dairies swore by this method, insisting that a happy cow produced more and produced higher quality milk or cum.
This was a milkcow, as her enormous chest and leaky nipples made evident. She must have been at least a T cup, the heavy lactation drugs she was on caused sometimes explosive breast growth. It wasn't uncommon for a dairy to have several cows that could no longer move, their breasts just too heavy.
She long black hair and a pretty face. Her vacant brown eyes had landed on Hart's clothed crotch, and her mouth parted.
Not quite interested in a mindless and messy blowjob, Hart ignored her and continued her inspection. He reached out a hand toward the cow and investigated the engraving on the girl's collar, the attached golden cowbell jingling against her throat.
"Cupcake," Hart read aloud. Not a name he would have chosen but to be honest he wasn't sure how he would have named her anyway.
There was no recognition in Cupcake's eyes at the sound of her cow name, she just stayed standing quietly, shifting her hips every second or so.
Hart gently gripped one of Cupcake's large nipples in between his thumb and forefinger, and just that light pressure made the girl's sore, unmilked teat squirt.
Hart was irritated to discover some milk on his sleeve. He had William call in Ada as he wiped at himself with a handkerchief.
Ada arrived, nude today except for two golden arm bands and bracelets on her wrists and ankles, a look that flattered the heavy gold collar that she always wore and the thin chain that connected Ada's nipples. She stopped just inside of the door and spoke first, a privilege that only she and William had, "You wanted me, Daddy?" the teen asked, her eyes locked on cupcake curiously.
"Ada, this is Cupcake. She's a good cow now but she didn't used to be," Hart began.
He explained that cattle tended to consist of failed slaves, or of slaves too ugly for any master to want them around. A dairy was not a place that a slave wanted to be sent, and Hart was going to remind his daughter of the possibility.
The girl was beckoned closer, and Hart stepped away, moving behind Cupcake and continuing, "she's your gift. A new pet for you," he smiled down at his daughter, "you'll have to take good care of her though. She needs milking twice a day, and she needs to cum at least twice more than that."
Ada turned shocked eyes to her father, "My pet? Um... milk her?"
Hart nodded, "I'll have a stall made for her, you can go out to the stables every morning and evening."
The redhead brushed a long lock of hair away from her breasts and peered up at the older girl, likely in her early twenties. "I… don't know how to milk her," Ada admitted quietly.
Hart snorted, "It's simple. You just squeeze and pull her nipple, go ahead."
Ada reached up and hesitantly took hold of a puffy nipple that was thicker than the width of her index finger and pinched. A small stream of milk shot out and streaked Ada across her shocked face.
Cupcake sighed in pleasure and Hart laughed, "she hasn't been milked in a while. But that's when they're fun," Hart related, "they get desperate, and if you get enough pressure building up, you can do this…"
Hart stood directly behind Cupcake and reached around her, taking one huge breast in both hands and squeezing hard. Milk was forced from cupcake's untouched teat, spraying Ada from her lips to her tits. Ada had been expecting it, but still hadn't manage to close her mouth in time.
She frowned and wiped at her face, and especially her mouth.
"You don't like her milk?" Hart asked, "you haven't really even given it a chance. Go on, take a big drink from her."
Ada froze, mildly disgusted at the idea. She eyed the other girl's nipples skeptically, and wasn't surprised when Hart roughly pushed her head toward Cupcake's giant tits, "now," Hart demanded.
The girl leaned in the rest of the way and tentatively took a large nipple into her mouth. She sucked experimentally and nearly jumped back as her mouth was filled with warm milk. She moved her hands up to better adjust the cow's huge breasts, and heard her father's voice in her ear, "good girl, massage her tits, it will stimulate the milk."
Unable to stop now, she pressed her hands into the soft flesh, kneading like a kitten as she suckled.
Cupcake cried out suddenly, quaking through an orgasm as her tits were played with.
After nearly ten more minutes Ada couldn't fit anymore inside of her, and she begged her father to be able to stop. Hart knew that Ada wouldn't have been able to finish from the beginning, and so he thoughtfully nodded, "alright you can stop, but you have to give Cupcake a orgasm with your mouth then."
Ada nearly cringed. She hated bringing off another girl with her mouth. She didn't mind sucking her father's cock much anymore, not even when he shoved himself all the way down her throat and held her head still, but there was something about eating out a girl that Ada found distasteful.
She got to her knees in front of Cupcake, the perfect height to put her mouth on the other girl. She helped the stupid cow spread her legs farther and tipped her chip up in order to better lap at Cupcake's sex. She worked her way around the girl's cute little labia and pressed a little kiss into the clit before sucking on the little nub, hard.
Cupcake came again easily, panting and huffing like a beast.
Ada wiped her mouth and stood again, waiting for another command and praying that it wouldn't involve more milk.
"You took very good care of your new pet, I think you should have a reward."
"Th-thank you, Daddy," Ada replied, worried.
"I've decided that you should get to spend the day here with me in my office."
"Thank you, Daddy," the girl said again.
She knew what that meant. That meant a day of sexual torture and non-stop maddening and exhausting orgasms.
She hopped up on the desk, adjusting herself until she was seated directly in front of Hart's chair, her pale legs spread wide with one on each side of the man. He pulled the thick, decorative sound that Ada always wore free from her urethra and set it aside.
He watched the little hole struggle to close completely, but now that he had been fucking her urethra properly, it would likely never tighten up fully again. Hart took the lube from his desk and slicked up a pen. He slid the thin instrument inside and watched it slip free again from the loose hole. Hart grabbed it and slipped it back inside, adding another pen alongside it, and another.
And then he found he permanent markers.
Soon Ada's urethra was stuffed with writing implements, and Hart half wished that he had counted them all going in.
There was one more pen though, and the man was bound and determined to fit it inside. It was a little more than Ada had taken before, but he had faith in her, "Come on, open up for Daddy, Ada."
Ada nodded, tears running down her cheeks, and tried to relax.
Nothing seemed to be working, until Hard yanked hard on Ada's connecting nipple chain with no warning. She gasped, and the distraction worked. He slid the last pen inside. Ada shook her head and gurgled as it breached her.
Hart chuckled, amused.
He jiggled the chain, causing Ada's piercings to bounce and be jostled up and down. She whimpered and sniffled, her little tits not enough to distract her from her overstuffed peehole. Hart didn't let up, pulling the chain firmly and steadily, stretching the girl's cute nipples away from her chest. He reached out again for Ada's pussy and found her clit, before changing his mind and withdrawing his hand, "you're going to make yourself come. Show me how much you love your Daddy."
Ada shot Cupcake, forgotten in the center of the room, a nervous glance but the cow was only mindlessly staring at one of her father's bookshelves, uncomprehending.
She reached down between her legs until her fingers lightly met her clit, and she began to rub.
"Your tits too," Hart reminded her.
Ada nodded and began toying with the little golden chain, not as rough with it as her father had been, "y-yes daddy."
"You're going to tell me how it feels."
"It h-hurts, my peehole is too full," Ada complained.
Hart nodded, "I bet it hurts. But that will stop soon, and it's not a bad hurt, is it, baby?"
"No, daddy. I like being full."
"It'll feel better if you cum, won't it?"
"Yes, please, I want to, I want to cum daddy," Ada began begging, her hips twitching against the desk. She was so stretched, and it stung, but the sensation was sending her flying towards her orgasm.
"Go ahead baby, cum for your daddy and tell him that you love him," Hart soothed, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.
Ada gasped and let out a little whimper, her face flushing as her orgasm approached, "oh, I love you daddy, please, Iove when you fuck me I love you, I love--" She stiffened and let out a little scream as she came hard,
"Good girl," Hart praised.
He lowered his lips to hers and sensually kissed his daughter, running his tongue across hers and cupping the back of her head, pleased.
"Good girl," he repeated.