For my Lord

Chapter 22 – Breed Cow

Since the night of the bal masque, i have been kept in the cellar or the dungeon. Mostly, i am locked up in the cell. Early in the morning a guard or The Butler lets me out and leads by a leash attached to my collar to the washing area in the corner of the cellar, which is a grey concrete space with a drain. Usually, i am hoisted by my wrists, dangling in the air, or dancing on tiptoes, and then with an ice cold water hose, cleaned for the day. Presumably when the guards are here, my Lord is home, as He would need The Butler.

When i am thoroughly washed, i am let down onto my feet and dragged to the milking room as, for some time now, i have been lactating. This milking parlour has been specially prepared and has clean, sterile white tiles on the walls and floor with a stainless steel frame in the middle. They bend me over the frame, my hips supported by a bar, my legs widespread, my ankles, thighs and knees strapped to the legs of the frame, my feet hanging freely. Steel manacles ensure that my arms are pulled backwards, a bar in my arm pits. Although this position is not very painful; it makes me feel like i am a cow, or a laboratory animal, with my udders dangling down, my huge belly free and my cunt ready for use. To make it even more demeaning, they shove a leather hood over my head, cutting off my sight, but leaving my nose and mouth free. Finally they feed a hollow pipe down my throat.

The first time i am taken to the milking parlour, i have no idea what was going to happen. But They work quickly; wiping my udders with a moist towel and pushing suction cups onto my nipples. The machine is switched on, and there is a low bass sound together with the rhythm of the suction. At this stage it does not feel much as it is very slow. But then i feel how They pull and spread my cunt lips. And there to They shove a cup. And that one too is switched on. At once i feel the thrills directly on my clitoris and sensitive cunt lips. The Men check that all the cups are securely in place and then They turn the speed up.

The cups suck on my nipples, sucking out the milk from my swollen udders. This machine is an adaptation of a real cow milking machine and the cups suck out my milk. It is a pleasant sensation and the vacuum on my clitoris is forcing me to an orgasm and it does not take long before the first violent climax comes. Not lustful, but a purely physical one, just an explosion. But now hell starts. The Men leave the room, leaving this huge bellied cow on the frame, surrendered to the soulless machine continuing without interruption with the monotone suction. In, out, in, out, in, out, bringing the next forced orgasm and the next… The incessant suction becomes a torture. Unable to resist, unable to escape, eyes blinded in the leather hood. Again and again the vacuum pulls a climax out of my super-sensitive clit.

Designed for sucking many litres of milk from a cow, the non stop pump stretches my aching nipples forcing more milk from my poor tits. A muffled scream escapes from my throat and my body shakes and trembles in the frame. It is at this moment that the tube in my throat produces a thick bitter substance. Vitamins, protein, breeding stimulants, whatever it is, i have no choice than gulp it down. This liquid is now my only source of nourishment; i receive no solid food at all, and as usual, only water to drink.

“Tss tchook, tss tchook” the machine does its work; pulling, sucking, emptying my udders. This machine takes over my brain. It causes me no pain, but the endless forced climaxes work on the basic functions of my nerve centre; each climax degrading me further until i react only as an animal; an object to breed and produce milk.

Is it after an hour, or even two, that the pump is switched off? The hood is removed from my head and i am blinded by the sudden light. The bonds holding me on the frame are released and i am led unsteadily back to my cell. There, i collapse, exhausted, on a bare wooden bed.

Hours later, is it in the afternoon? The Men came back and again i am led to the milking machine. Babbling and muttering, i beg to be left alone, but to no avail. Again the cups are pushed onto my udders and my red engorged clitoris. Again, the nightmare of the ceaseless forced orgasms begins. The liquid feed which is dripped through the pipe and down my throat enhancing the milk production in my now tender udders.

“Tss tchook, tss tchook.” the machine sucks as my trapped body carrying my Lord’s heir trembles and shakes again under the almost continuous violent climaxes.

Having lost all sense of time, i am released from the frame. Is it in the evening that i am led back down to the dungeon cell for the night?

The next day, or evening, as down here in the dark, i have lost any sense of time; i am pulled out the cell again. Fearing that again i will be led to the cold water cleaning, and the subsequent milk machine i struggle and fight. But, of course, i am no match against the two strong Men. And, indeed, i am led to be washed down with the icy cold water, followed by the milk machine. While being strapped down to the frame, i cry and moan, but to no avail, and again i am attached to the milking machine and left in my own private hell of endless forced orgasms and milk production.

From time to time, one or other of The Men will come to me and pull the feeding tube from my throat, only to replace with Their rampant cocks, fucking my mouth and jetting Their sperm down my throat.

Day after day, this de-humanising treatment goes on. Once in a while i am visited by the old Doctor, who The Men laughingly refer to as “The Veterinarian”. He examines me as i am strapped to the milking frame, opening my holes, spreading my cunt, groping, swatting my udders, pulling and twisting my nipples. He finishes by shoving His dirty cock in my mouth. Hot acrid liquid shoots down my throat, is it His cum or His piss? i am so out of my mind that i cannot tell which.

After a few days of this treatment my mind drifts away, i am now indeed only a breeding object. It is almost as if i know when it is milking time and i start to get restless, waiting impatiently at the door to my cage. And later, when i am being taken off the milking machine at the end of a session i complain, begging for more, only it comes out as “mooooore.”  The Men joke that it sounds like i am mooing; just like a cow.

Once released from the cell, i lurch eagerly to the milking parlour. Happily, i am installed without a struggle on the machine, glad to be emptied from the milk in my painfully full udders, and my clit, already constantly engorged after the many sucks, waiting for again the thrills induced by the machine.

Several times, as i languish in my cell, desperate for the next milking time, i hear sounds in the adjacent area, where the tortures are usually carried out. Looking obliquely between the bars of the cell door, i can see it is the maid, taken by the household Men; which must mean that my Lord is not home, and… The Lady of the house. Never before have i known The Lady really participate in harsh treatment of the maid or myself; although it is true that She punished me harshly when She was training me. But now She is handling a riding crop, and The Men are holding the legs of the maid wide open, The Lady cropped harshly between the maid’s legs. The crop leaves deep cuts in the soft mound, folds and inner thighs of the girl.

The maid squirms, writhes and bucks, trying to avoid the painful whip. But, of course, The Men are too strong for her and hold her firmly. The maid screams and begs, and to my surprise finally the maid begs for mercy and for The Lady to stop. But, to some extent giving me some satisfaction, The Lady ignores the maid’s desperate pleas.

Although i cannot see, it must be that between the maid’s thighs, her soft and tender flesh is mashed, fully striped and blistered by now. The Lady ceases Her lashing, but it is only to allow The Men, one by one, to penetrate the maid’s bruised cunt with Their cocks, which certainly gives the maid no pleasure.

Enthralled, i stand pressed against the cage door, touching my own cunt to bring myself to a silent orgasm. After The Men finish fucking the maid, The Lady continues to crop between the legs of the maid, giving now a sloppy sound because of the sperm shot in her cunt, or is it because the fuck-hole has been whipped to a bloody mass. Just before the maid passes out, The Lady puts on a strap-on dildo. A huge dry leather dildo with metal knobs, not too sharp so that they cut, but they painfully scrape the girl’s battered cunt. It is not only very thick, but long too. When in one thrust, The Lady impales the maid, causing her to shriek in agony as the metal tip of the dildo mashes her womb.

The next day, i have almost forgotten the events of the previous evening as i happily waddle to the cleaning place and then to the milking machine, as my udders feel as though they are nearly bursting.

Every evening, the torture of the maid is repeated. It is The Butler and the other Men of the household present, never the bodyguards, so it must happen when my Lord is absent. The maid is dragged down for further treatment, led by The Lady. And each time i watch from the corner of my cell as best i can. One time, the maid is strapped firmly on a wooden rack. Her tits are clenched between two metal plates with bolts in the middle and at the ends. The three bolts are turned until her tits bulge, red and taut like balloons, her nipples protruding obscenely. She cries, but does not beg, at this stage.

Apparently there are small holes in the plates as, from the top; They push skewers, through the flattened tit flesh, until they protrude through the holes in the bottom plate. After just the first skewer she bellows from pure agony. But the men continued imperturbably, one by one shoving the spikes though the holes in the metal plate. Sometimes the spike scrapes over the plate in search of the bottom hole, which makes the maid shriek even more.

Although i feel some sympathy for the maid, the overwhelming feeling is one of excitement as i watch her suffering. But cow that i am, i fall back on the hard plank bed and drift into sleep. The maid’s howls wake me suddenly and i rush to the cage door to see that the skewers piercing the maid’s tits are heated; causing   excruciating agony as the heat spreads through the metal plates and skewers, boiling the inside of her tits. The screams and begging end when her head drops as she passes out.

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The Doctor shoves His fist into my hole to check the dilation. He moulds my udders, groped my belly and mutters to The Men how many days left before the expected delivery. Too much absorbed by the milk machine, i do not hear His words.

More and more i have the nest urge, the big day is near. Because of the daze induced by the regular milking sessions, i am more or less unaware of what’s happening in the surroundings; except of course sometimes in the evening when the maid was being tormented by the Lady and the household Men. Like this evening, i see how the maid is hoisted by chains, ending in meat hooks, hooked through her tits. In vain the maid begs for mercy, but The Men hoist her, and then let her fall, but her tiptoes stopped just above the floor, which makes the hooks dig deep into her tits, nearly tearing them off. Ignoring her shrieks again she is hoisted and again let fall. They repeat this until her tits get loose and the hooks tear off and she collapses on the floor. All Men take her in her arse and empty Themselves deep in her bowels while The Lady penetrates the throat with the usual strap on dildo.

Time hangs heavy and my swollen belly becomes a true burden. More than once i issue a sort of mooing noise as i lie, wretched in the dark cell, longing for deliverance. More and more eagerly, i waddle to the cleaning place followed without any protest by the milking room. Actually the vacuum cups are a great relief for my milk filled taut udders. Sometimes i am so dazed by the forced orgasms and the incessant alternated by the sleazy Doctor; his wad so transparent it could be piss, and sometimes not even interested to the howling maid when again submitted to atrocities.

The maid is made to sit on a wooden throne, the entire surface of which is covered with spikes; her arms are strapped to the spiked armrests, her throat trapped into a metal band, a glowing bed of coal. Her cunt is spread fully open and exposed; ready for another hellish torture. A funnel is inserted and hot water poured into it. While her head is thrown back in agony, her mouth wide open, The Lady quickly grabs her tongue with a set of pincers and roughly pulls it out. It makes the maid howl even more, but now The Butler takes over and twists and pulls until the poor girl’s tongue is torn away.

Suddenly i feel a stab of pain, my waters gush out between my legs and i moan a sort of mooing sound; begging for deliverance. When The Men come to release me from the cell, as the cow i have become, i stagger to the usual pace, but now instead i am led to another room. In my fuddled state, i am barely aware of the maid already present.

The maid’s neck is trapped by a sort of metal bar so that she is choking, her wrists shackled to the end of the bar. She is impaled on a wooden pole in her arse, probably with a sharp tip, her hair is pulled up and bound to an overhead dangling rope, her legs widespread and bound by the ankles with rope with sufficient slack. At this moment her bare feet rest on big ice blocks, which are slippery and are slowly melting, but her ankles have enough slack to allow the downward movement. But, of course, her hair becomes more and more taut, pulling at her scalp and giving her face a grimace.

On the other side of the room is a rack and i am led to it, my wrists bound to a horizontal overhead bar and my ankles and upper legs are strapped together with leather straps. Then They let me dangle with closed my legs, labouring with my huge belly and my heavy udders. As i hang there, clearly suffering and mooing plaintively, one by one the audience enter, Men from the household, The Lady of the House but not my Lord. They "check" my hanging body, but then turn Their attention to the maid. They make her scream, muffled by the choking metal band, and her body bucking and writhing under heavy whiplashes.

One Man takes a razor knife and moves to the back of the maid. There he makes a square cut around the arm of the maid; he shoves two fingers in the cut and peels off the branded skin. Her bellowing clearly makes The Men’s’ cocks hard, but The Lady blushes as She watches.

The Lady then takes a position on her belly, her ass high, bent over a bench. The Lady is impaled in Her arse. As the common people are not allowed to use Her pussy She is wearing a sort of chastity belt preventing entry into that hole but leaving Her arse uncovered. While this is going on, there is always one Man torturing the maid and the Coat of Arms branded on her thigh is also removed by skinning her thigh.

Only half aware of the hellish scene being acted out in front of me, i labour heavily, my hips gyrating in the restraints. But my suffering is only just starting. One Man takes a glowing iron out from the fire and presses the hot iron against my lower back. Then, with the smell of my burning flesh filling the air, He shows me the branding iron; it is my Lord’s Coat of Arms. Together with my howls of agony, The Lady screams Her orgasm and The Man fucking Her roars as He shoots His hot load into Her. The maid, unable to speak coherently, tries to beg for mercy, her tiptoes desperately trying to maintain her stance on the ice blocks.

The tension mounted around the room with one slut suffering, the other struggling for life, and The Lady bucking crying out from pure lust, Her hands reaching backwards to part her ass-cheeks. While the impaling spear was slowly sliding up through the maid’s body, a Man standing behind her cuts with the razor over her spine, opening up a flap of skin on her back. Meanwhile, i am screaming with the pain of labour but can not proceed because of my strapped thighs. And the huge prick pistons in and out of The Lady.

Suddenly the maid slips from the ice blocks, and she slides further and further down the pole that invades her ass and up through her body and her hair is ripped agonisingly from her scalp. At the same time the straps around my ankles and legs are cut and my ankles tied to an overhead beam, making my body drop down until my legs are split sideways. This allows the head of the baby to stretch my birth canal. Two Men standing behind me start to lash my back with heavy bullwhips, and the birth starts; my screams mixing with the rattle of the maid in her death throws and The Lady’s lustful moans.

With a terrible shriek, i manage to push down and the baby is delivered. It is caught in a metal bowl thickly lined with towels. The Lady frees herself and rushes to the newborn. One of the Men cuts the umbilical cord and The Lady picks up the bowl with the baby in it and She rushes out.

From the corner of my eye, i can see the wretched maid's head is pulled backwards as she shakes and bucks. Then, horrifyingly, the spear emerges through her gullet, her face pulled into a terrible grimace. The sudden quietness is unreal, broken only by the last bucking and rockings of the maid as i fall into unconsciousness.