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Unsatisfied with how long she’s taking, I pull her down, dragging her pussy to my lips. Her taste explodes on my tongue as I lap her up, devouring her as if she were the last confection left on my planet. Groaning against her lower lips, I tease her clit with the tip of my tongue.

This time, when she moos, it’s filled with pleasure and desperation. Such a needy little thing. Holding her flush against me, I drag my teeth along her bundle of nerves, my cock jerking against my suit as she cries out. I don’t even care that it’s not a moo.

Her shouts of pleasure ring out, telling everyone how well I can satisfy my pet. Reaching down, I cup my balls, squeezing them as her arousal coats my face. I’ll need to prepare her for my cock first, but soon I’ll be able to drive into her maddening heat.

With my free hand, I ease a finger into her, testing to see just how tight she is. Another moo shatters through the air, drowning out the other sounds around us. She’s so fucking tight.

Right now, there’s no way she’ll be able to take my cock. Thankfully, Nagán gave me something to assist with that. Pushing her up, I ease my way out, chuckling at her pitiful whines. I pat her rump as I grab the tail. Dragging the metal plug across her lower lips, I gather her arousal onto the end.

“Steady now, Jessica. I need you to breathe for me.”

I position the tip at her bottom hole and press in just a touch, just enough so she can feel the pressure and know what I’m doing. As predicted, she pulls away. With a feral grin, I wrap my arm around her thighs, anchoring her to me.

Already I can tell she’s getting weaker again. Even though she struggles, it’s not nearly as effective. Precum pearls at my tip as I feel her flutter against me, doing her best to fight even as she’s losing this battle.

With a groan, I stare at her asshole, watching the small opening give way as I push the plug in. Her ‘hooves’ shuffle through the hay as she continues to pull forward. Jerking the plug and my arm away, I let her fall forward as I remove all manner of resistance keeping her in place.

Her soft yelp makes me want to laugh, but unfortunately, this is serious. Her struggling with me was adorable at first, but she needs to learn to listen and mind me. I can’t let her continue to defy me like this.

With a swift stroke, I smack my hand against her ass, spanking her on top of the welt from earlier. Her plaintive moo goes straight to my cock, making the shaft clench and my balls draw up even tighter. By the time I get her home, they’ll be just as engorged and needing to drain as she was.

Raising my hand again, I swat the other cheek, tempering my strength so I don’t actually injure her. She howls and bucks against me, but thankfully doesn’t fight anymore. Far gentler than I’d like to, I push her flat onto the floor and pry her ass cheeks open.

Soft sobs greet my ears, but I ignore them. Seems as if I’ve been indulging her far too much. Gathering more arousal onto the plug, I press it against her hole, gritting my teeth as I ease it in.

Her tight sphincter tries to push me out. Resting my hand on her lower back, I exaggerate my breathing, waiting until she relaxes under my palm. I continue to breathe in and out with her as I force the metal past her tight ring.

My cock jerks, smearing precum against my lower abs as I continue to press in, not relenting until it slips past and lodges in her ass. The dark tail looks pretty against her pale skin, and I can’t wait to take her while it’s nestled between her cheeks.

I tug on it, smiling as she writhes. For all of her protestation, she seems to enjoy having this plug in. At least, that’s what the arousal dripping from her pussy says. As much as I want to indulge and taste her again, she needs to learn to obey me.

Gathering the leash, I pull her back up onto all fours and lead her out of the stall. Her movements become a bit shaky again, and I know I’ll need to get her home so I can feed her. Even without her body taking up so much of her reserves to enlarge her breasts, the milk she produced was certainly enough to drain her.

Though there are supplements I can add to her food to give her the extra protein, it’s not like having actual meat. As long as she doesn’t tell the other cows, I’ll slip her a little bit each day along with the supplements. It should keep her strength up and her milk production high.

Besides, once I start mounting her, she’ll need to have the energy to keep up with my demands. Luckily for her, I’ll be occupied for most of the day, allowing her time to rest. Looking down at my pretty cow, I can’t help the swell of pride as I parade her past the others.

Her breasts hang low, nearly scraping the ground. The others stare in either dismay or wonderment, no doubt concerned their own breasts will get that large. My lips split into a grin as the other Ranchers look on in envy.

Down the way, Antroli coaxes his little Highland along, his own smile brightening his face. Just like Jessica, his little heifer seems hesitant, not wanting to move. Once the two cows see each other, however, all that changes.

They pick up the pace, walking up to each other. Unable to speak, they simply bump heads. It warms my heart to know my cow has a friend. Nodding, Antroli and I urge the two over to the truck where the other milked heifers await.

Once we get home, that herd will go to the barns while these two come into the Ranch House. Though it’s unusual to have two cows serving one home, they, at least, seem congenial. If they were enemies, I’d have to find another place for Antroli and his cow to live.

With a soft smile, I run my fingers over Jessica’s face while Antroli rubs down his Highland. Things seem to be changing for the better. I just know it. There’s an energy in the air, a happy peacefulness I haven’t known until today.

CHAPTER 13

JESSICA

I look over at the other women, noting the varying looks of horror and despair as they peek through the bars. Why are they separated away from us? Off to the side, my new friend huddles into a corner, making herself as small as possible.

She looks just as miserable as I feel. Glancing up to the front of the vehicle, I watch as Vrokjan and the other Rancher talk to each other. I can’t hear them, but their mouths move as they go back and forth in an animated fashion.

Large smiles split their faces as they turn to each other. It’s obvious they’re happy. Just like it should be obvious that we’re miserable. Not that they care.

No, I chide myself. I can’t lump my Rancher in with the rest of them. Although I have no say in what happens to my body, he, at least, seems to care for my comfort. Reaching behind me, I rub the tender spot with my hoven glove.