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Chapter III: Milk for Coffee
Master Korr tasted his coffee and was not satisfied. Although it was top quality coffee, Korr enjoyed his coffee with cream.
Korr clapped his hands twice and bellowed, “Bring in the milk cows! Flavored kind!”
One by one, six immaculately beautiful milk cows marched down the red carpet on all fours. Each cow was led by the leash by two exquisite, young, Norlandian teen milkmaids. The milkmaids wore identical white silky blouses that covered the upper arms, shoulders, and waist while cutting low to keep their small, 14-year old breasts exposed. They wore tight leather corsets that kept their already tiny waists even tighter and wore short light blue skirts with white trim that exposed the bottoms of their teen asses and cunts. Their slender legs were covered in long, white stockings hooked to garter belts right above their waists. The milkmaids did not wear panties (as was the norm for all girls on Planet Mansrulia) and tied their bright red hair into to long, tight braids with light blue ribbons.
The milk cows were all exceptionally beautiful and hand-picked for Master Korr’s pleasure. They were of many different ethnicities, but were united in the fact that they produced the highest quality milk in the kingdom.
The cows walking down the carpet on all fours wore perfectly matching uniforms of high heels, corsets, earrings, and cowbells on their collars. As they marched down the carpet, their cowbells jangled around their necks and their big, juicy udders swayed clumsily from side to side. The cows wore their hair in pigtails as well. As a final insult, each cow had a long, thin dildo inserted deep in their ass with cow tails hanging out, further dehumanizing the dumb cunts. This was done during a special ceremony, and they were never to remove them unless instructed.
When the cows got to their Lord’s throne, they lined up in a row, sat up on their knees, brought their thin hands under their enormous, milk-filled udders and offered them up to their Master.
Smiling dumbly, the cows uttered the only word they knew anymore in unison: “Moooooooo……..moooooooooo……” as they offered up their titties.
(By this time in their brief lives, a cow’s brain was turned to mush and they were completely retarded. A Man needed his younger teen slaves to have very minimal amounts of intelligence so they could complete tasks, like cooking and cleaning. Milk cows and breeder cows, however, had absolutely no use for their brains besides basic bodily functions, so it was always a good idea to either feed them a near-lethal dose of brain-killing drugs or give them a lobotomy after breeding.)
Master Korr’s eyes traveled down the line hungrily as he examined his milk dispensers.
The first cow was a beautiful belle originally traded as a baby from the Kingdom of Francia. She had a delicate face, long curly brown hair in pigtails, and large, pale-pink nipples that sat right in the middle of her fat, round milk-makers. Her black corset was drawn tightly and her cowbell hung loosely around a tight collar on her neck. On her cowbell, the word “VANILLA” was inscribed. She was 22-years old.
The next cow was from the Kingdom of Brazillia. She had lovely, tanned skin and curly dark-brown hair, almost black. The cow was generally very thin, except for her massive mammaries. Her udders were perfectly round and pert, like caramel balloons, with dark reddish-brown teets. “HAZELNUT” was inscribed on her cowbell. The slut was 23-years old.
Next in line was gorgeous milker traded from the Kingdom of Irelandia. She had smooth, fair skin, a few scattered freckles, curly orange-red hair, and big green eyes. Her enormous jugs were soft and jiggly and her teets were large, puffy, and pale-pink. On her cowbell, the words “SWEET CREAM” were inscribed. She was 20-years old, and had only given birth a few months ago. She was quickly recognized for the sweetness of her milk and the speed at which she lost her disgusting belly fat, so she moved into Master Korr’s upper tier of milk cows very quickly.
The fourth cow was an exceptionally beautiful black slave from the Kingdom of Niggeria. She had a smooth, round, thin face with dark, black eyes and long curly black hair in pigtails. Her waist was thin and her ass was round and juicy, a normal size for a black cow slave. Her juicy tits were massive and had large, erect purple-black nipples in the middle, just begging to be sucked. Her cowbell said “CHOCOLATE.” She was 21- years old.
The fifth cow in the line was an extremely skinny fuck toy from the Kingdom of Viethailandia. She had smooth, tan-yellow skin with slanty brown eyes and a cute, flat, button nose. Her arms, legs, and tummy were very thin, but her breasts were juicy, round and large. They looked especially enormous given her petite frame. Her nipples were reddish-brown and the size of silver dollars, and they shot out far from her breasts like the teets on a baby bottle. She had long curly black hair with bangs and her cowbell said “COCONUT.”
The sixth and final cow in the line was a light-skinned, blonde beauty from the Kingdom of Svedenia. She was exquisite, with a thin, narrow face, and bright green eyes. Her body was perfectly formed, and it would be difficult for the untrained eye to tell she even calved. Her udders were exquisite as well, like giant juicy watermelons with pale-red nipples the size of sand dollars. Her cowbell said “PEPPERMINT.” Her long, wavy blonde pigtails hung down to just above her teets, and as she smiled dumbly at Master Korr, drool started running slowly down her chin and onto her massive milk makers.
In fact, as Korr looked down the line at his milk cows, he noticed with amusement that all six of them were drooling uncontrollably down their chins and onto their ripe, juicy milkers.
All six of the cows’ udders looked delicious, but Korr finally decided that sweet cream was what he was really craving for his coffee this morning. He pointed to the beautiful, fair-skinned, Irelandian cow and said “Come cow!”
The cow did not understand what was going on, but she smiled happily to be getting attention. Her two milkmaids led her up the steps by the leash to Master Korr’s giant throne and stood her up in front of her Lord.
Korr grabbed his property by her left teet and squeezed her pale-pink nipple hard, watching with satisfaction as a long, continuous stream of creamy-white milk flowed out. Korr then grabbed her by each breast with his giant hands and pulled the young heifer towards him and started sucking her teets violently, alternating boob to boob, slaking his thirst. The milk truly was sweet and creamy, as the warm nourishing liquid slid down his throat and started nourishing his massive, manly muscles.
Master Korr then put his large coffee mug under the cow’s right udder and started squeezing hard, topping off his coffee with her sweet creamy milk. Throughout the entire ordeal, the young cow was gently crying “moooooo….mooooooo” while giggling like a dumb-dumb.
Next, Korr pulled out a large silver bucket and instructed the cow’s two milkmaids to fill it with their cow’s sweet, delicious milk. The milkmaids were of limited intelligence, but they knew what this entailed. They grabbed their red-headed cow, led her onto a spinning platform/table next to Korr’s throne, and spun her around so that she was on all fours, udders hanging low, with her smooth round ass and cowtail facing Master. Her ass was within 3 feet of her Lord and King.
The teen milkmaids lowered down next to the cow’s heavy hanging udders and each grabbed one. Then they started squeezing the cow’s tits in alternating fashion, one by one, as they slowly filled the silver bucket, one squirt at a time.
Korr bent his large, giant head in close to examine his prized heifer. He moved the cow-tail that was in her ass to the side and examined the cow’s sewn up fuck-slit. He admired the excellent stitchwork his nurse slaves had done on this slave’s vagina, and was proud of the way he trained his nurse slaves to sew up his cows in a tight, crisscross pattern after calving.
(After birthing, a milk cow will no longer need to use her vagina for the rest of her short life. While she is producing milk, like a good cow, she will not ovulate, so her nasty stink-slot will not become overridden with filth. Most Masters’ find some way to seal off their milk-cows’ cunts for good, so as not to be offended by their unpleasant smell. Also, a Man would never waste his valuable time and sperm on a loose, flabby pussy unless she is a breeder-cow and it is time for the annual breeding month of Marchius.)
Korr grabbed his hardening monster cock and stroked it with one mighty hand as his other hand started pulling out the milk cow’s thin cow-tail dildo. Men usually kept their cows’ ass dildos very thin so as not to stretch out the cows’ still-valuable assholes.
The dildo Korr pulled out was over 10 inches long but very thin, like a pencil. It had a rubber stopper at the base, however, between the dildo and the tail part, which held the tail in place. Korr examined her smooth, hairless asshole and bent his head in and took a deep sniff. “Not bad,” he thought. “Her maids have kept her nice and clean.”
Korr then placed the head of his fully erect monster penis right at the pencil-thin sized entrance to the Irish cow’s asspipe and slapped her round, smooth, fair ass hard.
“MOO FOR ME HEIFER! MOO FOR ME! HAHAHAHAHA!!!” Korr shouted.
“Mooooooooo…….moooooooooo……moooooo-aaaaaahhhhh!!!!” she squealed, as Korr started penetrating deeply into her pooper. Master Korr always loved to anally rape his slaves, particularly because his cock was the circumference of a soda can and the average slave’s asshole was thinner than a pencil. Ripping a slave’s asshole apart was a great entertainment, especially because it caused them so much pain.
Master Korr was really pumping her ass hard now, thrusting deeper and deeper into his cow pet’s shit-hole as the milkmaids kept milking the heifer. As the milk cow cried, Korr pounded harder.
“Mooooooo! Moooooo! Moooooo!” she wailed as the confused girl was bewildered by the array of hands touching her: the teen milkmaids with two hands around each breast, kneading and squeezing, and Master Korr’s giant hands completely circling her waist around her corset. The giant log being stuffed into her tiny asshole only added to the confusion.
After a few more minutes of brutal ass fucking and productive milking, Korr grew tired of this dumb cunt and decided to go ahead and send her back to her pen. His big, heavy balls tightened up as he delivered load after load of hot sticky semen into his cow slave’s lucky, pink asshole. The luckiest slaves in the room, however, were the milkmaids, because they knew they would get to feast on the hot, nutritious cum out of the nearly unconscious milk cow’s ass later.
The milkmaids pulled the bucket out from under the heifer and presented it to their Lord, whose still erect penis was fully inside his prized milk cow’s ass, impaling her like a lance. He grabbed the silver milk bucket and smelled the sweet, creamy smell of the cunt’s delicious moo-juice. “It must have been close to 5 gallons this cow has produced,” Korr thought. “Not bad for a first year.”
Then, bringing the bucket to his mighty lips and thick red beard, Korr slowly started chugging the delicious liquid, feeling the warmth pass into his body and his power increasing. Korr drained the entire bucket, all 5 gallons, and then threw the bucket on the floor. Then, Korr pushed the passed-out heifer off his enormous dong and presented his cock to the milkmaids as the heifer collapsed. His cock was glistening with cum and assjuice.
“Clean it up you filthy little cunts! I haven’t got all day! SLAP! SLAP!” Two mighty slaps reigned down on the young milkmaids’ soft faces and they fell to the floor. They immediately arose, however, and replied in unison “Yes Master!” as they both started licking hungrily on either side of their King’s cock. It was such a great honor to clean their Lord’s cock, and the milkmaids were so happy to be useful!
When Korr was satisfied that his cock was clean of assjuice, he instructed the milkmaids to put the cow into bitch position so he could dismiss her properly. The milkmaids eagerly complied, positioning the passed-out red-headed cow in front of their Lord with her smooth round ass and raggedly raped asshole up towards him.
“Dismissed!” With one mighty kick, Korr sent the heifer tumbling down the stairs and laughed as she lay their, passed-out, as her milkmaids slowly and steadfastly pulled her limp body across the ground toward the back hallway that led to the cow pens.
“Now,” Korr thought, “time to attend to a little business.”
To be continued…
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