Chapter 2

The screams and moans were still ringing in my ears long after the elevator door closed on us. The image of the cows being endlessly tortured and milked with no care for their autonomy had been burned into the back of my eyes, appearing there every time I tried to squeeze them shut. I kept my eyes down, locked on the bottom of the elevator door as it started to move up. I couldn't look at the master, couldn't bear that I was even standing next to him.

I should be fighting him. Doing whatever I can to free my sisters that had been imprisoned here. But I was too afraid, too weak.

I was a coward. I wanted to throw up. And then the elevator doors opened, and a rush of cold air welcomed us. I looked up, and saw a normal looking reception office. Carpeted floors, a nice big wooden desk next to a filing cabinet. Countless certifications and awards lining the walls. It was too normal. Eerily normal, to have something like this in such a horrific place. To greet guests here as if there was nothing going on only a few feet beneath them...

I shuddered when I realized that this must have been where my old master had been, maybe where he had unknowingly sold me into a life of hell. I stood frozen as the master casually walked in, and poured himself a cup of coffee, humming to himself as the machine whirred.

"Come on then." He told me, jolting me from my stupor. I hurried forward, unable to appreciate the carpet beneath my feet as he ushered me towards the door he was now standing next to, a large sign inscribed 'Staff Only' hanging over it.

I trembled as I approached, flinching as he reached out towards me, his lazy smile turning into a smirk from my reaction. I froze as his fingers wrapped around my nipple, his thumb tugging at my teat as he milked one spraying burst into his cup of coffee. I stood paralyzed, my eyes finally looking up at him as he took a long drink.

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"Hey, Sarah! How has your morning been, hun?" I smiled, turning to look over my shoulder. "Good morning, sir! I slept well, thank you. Caitlyn told me that breakfast is almost ready."

"Wonderful! Ready for your milking?"

"Of course, sir!" I giggled, unbuttoning the top of my cow-print maid uniform, letting the sleeves fall off of my shoulders, tiny milk stains visible in the built-in bra as it fell away from my chest. Resting my forearms on the edge of the stocks, I leaned forward, letting my massive boobs sway, dangling down to my thigh level over the small tin bucket of the milking station. I rested my cheek against my arms, my eyes meeting Mr. Kajan's as he approached his seat, letting out a large grunt as he sat down next to me. "Ready, dear?" He asked, met with an immediate nod of excitement.

I bit my lip as he grabbed hold of my breasts, a few inches away from my nipples, gently massaging them with his calloused thumb, the sensation rough, but so gentle, loving, and familiar. I let out a soft moo, closing my eyes, letting all of my senses focus on that wonderful sensation. "Leaking already, huh?" He said, a slight teasing undertone in his voice. "You are such an amazing cow, Sarah~" I beamed as the sound of milk droplets hitting the bottom of the bucket echoed in my ears.

"Of course I am~" I cooed. "Any cow could produce like me if you owned them, sir!" He laughed, a carefree, booming sound right from his gut. "Thank you, Sarah, but I've been doing this for a long time, and you are one of a kind, sweetheart."

My cheeks were starting to hurt from how hard I was smiling, my face beet red from the onslaught of praise. "Thank you, sir!"

His fingers slowly worked their way lower and lower, the small droplets of milk turning into short sputters as his massaging hands worked their way lower and lower. I sighed, rubbing my thighs together as I felt that familiar warmth inside me, the wonderful pleasure a hucow receives from a good milking. I bit my lip, knowing it was coming moments before it did, so used to how he worked my teats that he had finally dropped his attention to my nipples. I shuddered, my moo much louder than the first as he tugged hard and firm, milk instantly gushing through his fingers and into the bucket, creating a shallow white puddle. I moaned, rubbing my horn against the wooden stocks as a desperate attempt to disperse my need to move, my body shaking, my voice overpowering the sound of the splashing milk.

Left. Right. Left. Right. His movements were deft yet methodical, his thumbs pressing into the sides of my nipples, his fingers holding them firmly in place as he massaged them, alternating back and forth, barely a second of delay before one bursting stream of milk followed the next. I was leaking heavily now, and not just from my massive hanging boobs. I lifted my head, freeing my arms from underneath my chin, and the hand on the opposite side of Mr. Kajan immediately hiked up my heavy skirt, slipped between my meaty thighs, coating my fingers in my juices as they found my clit and began to rub.

I didn't bother wearing panties in the morning, not when I knew it would be like this. But even if I didn't really mind Mr. Kajan seeing, the long maid skirt did offer at least a bit of privacy from my actions, despite him knowing exactly what I was doing. I closed my eyes, leaning the full force of my weight against the bar as I rubbed, softly sighing and mooing with the rhythm. There was no better sensation than this, feeling my breasts so swollen and needy after waking up, to then have my loving master release all of that pent up pressure... with each tug and squeeze I could feel the pressure releasing, feel the milk flow down through my breast, coaxed out by his experienced touch through my nipples and into the bucket below. I couldn't help but think that every other person must be jealous of us, to wish they could indulge in this prideful act from the hucow's side to know what it's like to be so cared for and beloved.

"Mmmmm~" I let out a loud sigh as he slowed to a halt, grabbing the handle of the bucket and sliding it to the side, a new empty one taking its place beneath my udders.

"You're quite energetic this morning, Sarah." He pointed out calmly, noting the sizable puddle that had formed between my feet. I grinned. "Well production's been high too, yeah?" He placed his hand on the side of my breast, his hand from top to bottom unable to even span half of my size, pushing it gently like the arm of a pendulum, watching it smack into the other, the weight causing both of them to sway and leak as they jiggled. "I guess so. You've probably got at least another.. say.. bucket or two's worth in there, huh?"

"At least one~" I responded, breathing out a soft sigh as my hand between my legs started to slow down, lazily pressing against the shallow edges of my pussy as he prepared to start again. His hands cupped the undersides of hanging boobs, his fingers sprawling around my nipples as he lifted them, his thumbs rubbing in gentle circles on their sides, pressing into the soft, pillowy flesh.

He really did treat me like a princess, massaging away the gentle strain of the milking, easing at the glands inside as he gave my sensitive nipples a short break. "So, how has your morning been, Sarah?" He asked casually as he dropped his hands, only to encircle them partially around the one closest to him, working his fingers from its base downwards, like gently squeezing out the last bit of toothpaste from an empty tube.

"Mmmm.. wonderful~ The bath was extra hot this morning, and since I woke up before the rooster, I got to enjoy it for..." The words caught in my throat as his deep massage pressed in just the right way "-quite a while." He nodded as his hands reached my areola, each the size of his palms, and switched to the other udder that was now needy for the same attention. It was such a tease, I just wanted him to keep squeezing and tugging at my teats, but I enjoyed the massage just as much.. it was frustrating, if only he had more hands to worship my body with.

Finally his hands slowly made their way down my breasts, his fingers caressing the supple flesh around my nipples before gripping them once more. I was already so close to an orgasm. I let my hand fall away from between my legs, letting my skirt fall back down around my ankles. I wasn't ready to cum just yet.

And as my juices slowly leaked in small drops between my feet, my milk started to flow once more, the first streams rattling the bottom of the bucket all over again. It was slower this time, the milk spraying less sporadically, more controlled as it leaked it from my udders.

But it meant all the same that it took more force now, his hands squeezing a little bit tighter, gripping a little bit higher with each pull, making it even more pleasurable than before. My thighs were quivering from the lust, only my strength as a hucow keeping me upright as I neared the edge of orgasm.

I was going to cum from having my nipples teased~ I mooed happily at the thought, my vision starting to blur as the anticipation got to me, unable to focus on anything else, even as I heard the milk splashing less and less, the bucket becoming fuller and fuller until finally-

He must have noticed how close I was. How much I was anticipating it. He tugged hard, pulling down on my both of my teats at the same time, and sent me over the edge. I mooed loud, the sound turning quickly into a gasping moan as my body shook from the pleasure. And then a few seconds later, he let go, calmly sliding the bucket, now full to the brim, out of the way, a gentle, reassuring smile on his lips as I turned to look at him, sucking in air, my face flushed red.

He patted my thigh before standing up. "Thank you as always for your hard work, Sarah"

My face somehow turned an even deeper shade of scarlet as I stood. "I- uh-"

There was a loud knock at the door before it opened, Caitlyn standing in its frame. She waved a hand at me, her eyes flicking down towards my boobs, still unbuttoned out of my uniform, streaks of milk flowing down their enormous curves and onto my corset. It was only a second before she looked away, towards Mr. Kajan. "Sir, breakfast is ready, it's waiting for you on the counter."

She stepped inside the room, holding a freshly ground cup of coffee, offering it to him. "Careful, it's hot."

He wiped his hands on his overalls, the mix of sweat and milk on his palms now staining his clothing as he took the cup. "Thank you, dear. I'll be right out." She nodded, bowing before curtly turning and leaving.

Mr. Kajan took the cup in both hands, his calloused palms and fingers protecting him from the burning heat. "Sarah, will you?" He asked, giving me a pointed look.

"Of course sir!" I replied, pleased to be of service in a way only us hucow can be. I turned to face him, pressing my hands on the undersides of my boobs, offering them up to him. He started to hum to himself as he let go of the cup with one hand, carefully aligning it with my still stiffened nipple. He carefully grabbed hold, his touch much more careful and precise than before as he pulled down over the steaming cup, the heat tickling at my sensitive teat as the milk trickled in one long stream down into the cup before he finally let go.

"Thank you so much, sweetheart." He turned to leave, the promise of hot breakfast too good to pass up. "Get yourself cleaned up, I'll see you after breakfast, okay?"

I nodded, before bowing as low as I could, my breasts, still hanging out of my uniform, smacking against my knees as I did so.

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"What are you doing just standing there, you dumb heifer?" He swung open the door, smacking me hard on the ass as he did so, causing me to stumble through, falling face first onto the tile inside. The first thing I noticed was the sound of three voices, women, hucows, all moaning and mooing in unison. "Go say hi to the girls. I'll be back for you later~" And with that, the door slammed shut behind me.