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She didn’t resist when he pulled the dress over her head for the second time that day and took her upstairs to the playroom. When he’d shut the door behind him, he cupped her breasts and stared at them with a mixture of lewdness and anticipation.
“Within a few months, these will have milk.” He rubbed his thumb over one of her nipples, causing it to pucker and harden. He bent to drag his tongue over one of the hardened points then suckled at her breast, massaging and kneading like he had when he’d injected her earlier with the hormones. “Tell me you’re my cow.”
Veronica looked away. It was too demeaning.
“Trish...”
“Please don’t call me that.” It was hard enough pretending. To hear the other woman’s name was too hard.
“Trish would have said it. She would have done anything no matter how dirty or degrading just to please me.” He wiped the tear off her cheek. “Say it,” he whispered.
“I’m your cow, Sir.”
“That’s right.” His hand drifted between her leg and she rubbed her clit against him. He moved closer, his mouth at her ear. “When your body starts doing what it’s supposed to do, we’ll milk you every day. You’ll start to get aroused every time your breasts get heavy with milk. You’ll beg me to do it to you like a good little milk maid. And it’ll hurt if I don’t. I might tie you up and let the pressure just build until you beg to be treated like an animal.”
Despite intentionally being called by another woman’s name, despite the humiliation of what he’d made her say and what he said to her, his words and touch were getting to her. No matter how wrong, Luke was the only man who could make her feel like she was on fire and cooling off in a stream at the same time.
He backed her against the couch and ordered her to sit and spread her legs. She did as he requested while he moved back over to the video camera to turn it on. Since the early tapes of Trish, he’d upgraded to digital. Her mind raced at all the pornographic websites on the Internet. The sharing possibilities of her sexual disgrace were limitless.
“Rub your cunt for the camera,” he said, as he lined up the shot. His words could be as calloused as his hands, but the way he looked at her along with the low growl of his voice made her want him anyway.
She didn’t hesitate this time to touch herself, even though he was making a video record of the event. There were already all the videos downstairs. Would someone who watched this one know she was a different woman, or would they just assume they were watching the same girl they’d seen before? If there was already someone who looked so much like her on camera, did this make any difference? She allowed herself to pretend she was the other woman. This could be just another video—one of many and something she got off on.
“I’m going to show this to the guys,” he said, and she knew he wasn’t bluffing. “Look into the lens and tell them how much you want to give them milk. Will especially is looking forward to it.”
Veronica felt the blush travel over her. Not just her neck and face, but her whole body, flushed from humiliation and excitement.
“Say it. I can tell how aroused you are. When they watch this, they’ll know, too. They’ll know what a filthy whore you are.”
She looked at the camera, allowing herself to fall back into the fantasy of being someone else, hiding inside Trish where it was safe. “I want to be your cow. I want you to feed on me.”
“Every day,” he prompted.
“Yes, every day.” She whimpered as she got closer to orgasm.
“Rub those pretty tits for us. You need to prepare them so they’ll be ready when it’s time. Use both hands, sweetheart.”
She didn’t want to take her fingers away from her clit when she was so close, but she did what he asked, rubbing and kneading her breasts, pulling at her nipples and squeezing as if she were trying to milk herself. She jumped when a buzzing vibrator was pushed deep inside her, then Luke stepped out of the way so the camera wouldn’t miss anything the guys might want to see.
His chuckle was condescending as she worked herself over, drawing a deeper blush from her. “Frieda might want some milk, too. Will you let her drink from you?”
The question caught Veronica off guard, but she was so aroused, that the idea of Will’s wife milking her as well sent another surge of lust through her. She wasn’t sure if Luke was bluffing or if it might be possible that Will’s wife could know about any of this, that she might actually take milk from her breast. But she gave Luke the answer she knew would please him. The one Trish would have given.
“Yes, Sir.”
The buzzing stopped and Luke replaced the vibrator with his mouth, lapping at her until she came undone against his tongue.
Later that night, he put her in a chastity belt so she wouldn’t touch herself without him. She went to her room, expecting to be invited into his, but waiting for the invitation.Remembering her place, as Luke had called it. The words made her cringe at the same time they excited her. They made her angry while they made her want to surrender.
“Goodnight, Princess,” he said, going to his own room.
“D-did I do something wrong?” She hated the neediness in her voice. Why should she care if he wanted her to sleep in his room? She could be happy to be left alone, to have her privacy and space.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean... c-can’t I sleep with you?”
“Not tonight. I need to update the website, and I want you to go to sleep now. Maybe tomorrow.”
