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It was dawning on Tayla that there was a real, living baby growing inside her. She had always known that, of course, but as her baby bump continued to slowly swell, she was now unable to escape the reality that in a few months she was going to push an actual living human out of her vagina, like the good baby factory that the people of Modwina wanted to be.
Under the guidance of Edward and the Sheriff, Tayla’s lactation was developing far faster than the average pregnant woman. Each morning and evening Tayla would begin to moo loudly for attention, as her tits swelled with milk and began to ache, and eventually Edward would take her, naked, into the front yard, where he would milk her into a bucket in front of the neighbours while intermittently fingering her wet, traitorous cunt. And he would take her inside and beat her tits against the table using the flat of his shoe, to encourage her to produce more milk, while fingering her to a confused, painful orgasm.
Tayla found herself willing her tits – no, her udders – to produce more milk, to please Edward, even as she knew that Edwin could never be pleased, and that having her udders beaten was something she should get used to and accept as normal. He reminded her on each occasion that the sensitivity of her udders was a specific evolutionary development, designed to allow her to be controlled and abused in exactly this way.
She also got used to calling the Sheriff “daddy” – even as she sucked his cock for her regular “health supplement” of protein. And she got used to eating her dinners off Edward’s cock, and the remainder of her meals from a dog bowl on the floor.
One morning, she heard the Sheriff, standing at the front door, whistle sharply, and slap his knee, and call out, “Walkies! Walkies, Snowball!”
It still made Tayla blush to be summoned as if she were an animal, but she hurriedly crawled to the door to see her “daddy”. After all, she had specifically asked to be allowed out of the house.
“You’ve got business outside the house today, Snowball,” he said. “Now, I’m deactivating the invisible fence for your collar, so be a good girl and don’t make me regret that.” He pressed something on a remote he was holding, and her collar answered with a short beep.
“Now, stand up, and we’ll get you ready for walkies,” he said, and Tayla stood obediently.
First he cuffed her hands behind her back. “Bad cows stay cuffed this way until they give birth,” he told her, “but if you’re a good girl it will just be for the duration of the walk.”
Then he looped a length of rope around her tits, pulling it tight to constrict the base of her udders painfully, and then securing it tightly behind her back. To the centre of this rope, in the space between her breasts, he attached a dog leash. When he pulled on this leash, it pulled on the bindings around her udders, and made her feel as if she were being dragged by her tits. It was quite painful.
Next he put a heavy metal clamp on each of her nipples. This made Tayla squeal with pain.
“For sanitation,” said the Sheriff. “Can’t have you leaking milk all over the town.”
And then another one clamped her pussy lips together.
“For the same reason,” said the Sheriff. “Preventing leaks.”
Then he looked her in the face. “Is your mouth going to be well-behaved, or do I have to plug it too?”
“It will be well-behaved, daddy,” said Tayla meekly.
“What is your mouth for?” the Sheriff asked her.
Tayla thought for a moment as to what answer would please the Sheriff – and save her from being gagged in public.
“Mooing, and sucking cocks,” she said, finally.
“Good girl,” said the Sheriff. “Come along then.”
Then he led her – naked, bound and leashed – out into the street.
It was embarrassing and painful for Tayla to be dragged by her tits, but she got used to it, developing a hop-skipping step that matched the Sheriff’s strides, minimising his need to tug painfully on her udders.
As she walked through town, she saw several other women who were bound and leashed, many of them visibly pregnant. She saw Mr Patterson and his wife Buttercup, and she also saw Pete from yesterday leading two nude women on leashes, who Tayla guessed must be his wife Daisy and her captive sister Milky-Bitch.
As they reached the town square, the Sheriff led Tayla to a large tree, and then, casually, said, “Relieve yourself, Snowball.”
Tayla didn’t understand. She looked at the Sheriff, and almost asked a question – until she remembered what she had promised about her mouth back at the house.
“Mooo?” she said, tentatively.
The Sheriff looked irritated. “I don’t want you wetting yourself at the school, Snowball. Be a good cow and empty your bladder against the tree.”
When Tayla blushed bright red, and made no sign of complying, the Sheriff made a frustrated sound. He pushed down on Tayla’s shoulders, forcing her to all fours on the soft grass of the town square’s lawn, and then dragged her towards the tree by her tit leash.
“Just lift one leg like a dog,” he told her, “and mark your territory. Don’t mess me around, Snobwll, or you’ll get a taste of my belt on your cunt right here and now.”
Tayla had no wish to have her twat whipped, and the surge of fear that the Sheriff’s words inspired overcame her reluctance to further degrade herself in public. She lifted her leg against the tree, and willed her bladder to relax.
It was surprisingly easy, really, to piss in public like an animal. Some people turned to look at her, but no one acted like what she was doing was unusual. This was just how pregnant nude leashed women behaved, it seemed.
And it made Taylor realise that perhaps she fitted in here more than she wanted to believe. Because in the world she had come from, no nice, self-respecting girl would do what she had just done, under any circumstances. The girls of her home town would ostracise her for pissing naked against a tree on all fours. Here, it was accepted that it was just what milk-producing teen breeders did.
When her bladder was empty, the Sheriff pulled her back to her feet by her tits, and led her on, to a kind of community centre located along one side of the town square. A sign proclaimed that today it was hosting “Breeder School”, and the Sheriff led her inside.
Within the building was a large space that looked like a cross between a kindergarten and a gym. The walls were decorated with simple posters of the sort designed to educate children – except the messages they conveyed were far from child friendly.
A cartoon picture of a naked big-titted blonde woman adorned one poster. She was smiling in delight, and caressing her large incredibly-pregnant belly, and the text read, “I only exist to make babies!” Another showed a pregnant teen, naked except for a short school skirt, kneeling at the feet of an older man. The text read, “My body – his choice!”
Around the walls ran a kind of alphabet, in bright primary colours, illustrated with little cartoons. It read, “A is for Ass! B is for Baby! C is for Cunt! D is for Daddy!” – and so on through the alphabet.
The floor was strewn with exercise mats, large inflated exercise balls, and gym equipment. And, everywhere, there were naked pregnant woman.
One woman who was *not* naked was a buxom, mature redhead in an elegant dress, who seemed to be in charge of the arrangement, and when she saw the Sheriff and Tayla arrive, she made her way across the room to greet them.
“Sheriff!” she exclaimed. “What a pleasure! And this must be Snowball, who we’ve heard so much about!” She laughed, and reached out to stroke Tayla’s hair. “Don’t worry, sweetie, it’s perfectly natural for a girl to have incestuous fantasies like yours. Although cockteasing your friend into impregnating you at such a young age is certainly impressive. That poor boy, being manipulated into fathering a child on a slut like you.” She sighed.
“This is Miss Honeybell,” said the Sheriff. “She runs the Breeder School. Why don’t you introduce yourself to the nice lady, Snowball?”
Tayla hesitated, and then, deciding to play it safe, said, “Mooo.”
Miss Honeybell laughed. “Oh, such a good cow! Learning so fast! But it’s okay for you to use human words here at the Breeder School, Snowball. It’s often necessary to help you learn. So try again. What’s your name?”
Tayla looked at the Sheriff, who looked back at her without offering any help.
But Tayla knew what he wanted her to say.
“My name is Snowball, miss,” she said quietly.
“Such a pretty name for such a pretty pair of udders,” said Miss Honeybell, delighted. “Don’t worry, Snowball, you’re not the only teenager in town who couldn’t resist the urge to spread her legs for a friend. There’s quite a few little sluts in your position.”
She looked out across the group of pregnant women, and pointed to a shy-seeming petite blonde, whose bulging tits looked too big for her small body. “Milkshake, come over and meet the new cow,” she said.
Milkshake got up from her position on the floor, and hurried across the room, her tits bouncing.
“Milkshake, this is Snowball,” said Miss Honeybell. “Snowball, this is Milkshake. She used to live in the next town over, but the little slut spread her legs for one of her schoolteachers and tricked him into putting a baby inside her. Her parents transferred her to this school jurisdiction so she could escape the shame, but then they were delighted about the additional supports we offer to pregnant cows like her.”
Milkshake did not seem delighted to be here. Milkshake seemed humiliated. Tayla wondered what her name had been, prior to Modwina deciding that she was nothing but a pregnant cow.
“Snowball, why don’t you sample Milkshake’s juices?” said Miss Honeybell.
“What… what does that mean?” asked Tayla. She half-expected to be slapped for having asked a question, but Miss Honeybell answered her.
“It’s just a very pretty way for two cows to greet each other,” said Miss Honeybell. “We teach it to all our students. It brings pleasure for the cows, and it also brings pleasure for any men watching them. First you kiss Milkshake on the lips, then you suck some milk from her udders, then you taste the nectar between her legs.”
Tayla went bright red. She wasn’t a lesbian, and she had never really been attracted to women. She had had her cunt licked by her new “mother”, Bessie, and she had licked Bessie’s cunt in return, and gone about with Bessie’s cunt juices smeared on her face. But she had never kissed Bessie on the lips, or pretended affection towards her.
“Oh, shy, are you, Snowball?” said Miss Honeybell. “That’s all right. Milkshake here is too. In fact, she believes that it’s sinful for two girls to be intimate. Which is halfway right, as God frowns on women seeking their own pleasure, but there’s nothing wrong with it when it pleases a man.”
“It’s wrong…” whispered Milkshake, looking down at the floor.
“What was that, Milkshake?” asked Miss Honeybell, sharply.
“Nothing,” said Milkshake, sulkily. “Mooo.”
“That’s right,” said Miss Honeybell. “So you see, Snowball, Milkshake doesn’t *want* to kiss you, or have you suck her tits or her pussy. In fact, she thinks it’s dirty and disgusting. But she’ll let you do it, because she’s a good cow and she understands that her thoughts don’t matter. So go ahead and taste Milkshake’s juices.”
Tayla stepped forward, uncertain about what she was doing. Milkshake wasn’t consenting to being kissed – but she would let it happen. Was it wrong to kiss her?
But Tayla knew well that if she didn’t do as she was told, she would have her cunt whipped, or her tits beaten, or worse.
She leaned in and tried to kiss Milkshake. The blonde girl turned away, so Tayla had to chase her in order to plant her kiss on the other girl’s lips. Milkshake kept her lips pressed together tightly, obstinately.
“Tongue-kiss her, Snowball, there’s a good cow,” said Miss Honeybell. “You need to taste her.”
But Milkshake wouldn’t open her mouth. Tayla knew she was going to get in trouble if she didn’t do what she was told.
Desperate, she reached down and pinched Milkshake’s skin, just above her hips.
Milkshake yelped with pain and surprise – and when she did, Tayla pushed her tongue into her mouth.
It actually felt nice, Tayla realised. MIlkshake’s mouth was warm and soft – and the fact that she had *forced* Milkshake to kiss her somehow felt good. Perhaps because it was the only time that Tayla had been in control of *anything* since she had come to Modwina – the only time when someone else in the world had been beneath Tayla on the food chain. She pressed her lips against Milkshake’s, and moaned sluttily, knowing the sound would please the Sheriff.
Then the kiss was done, and she had her next task. Milkshake’s tits weren’t clamped, and they were already leaking milk, so it was a simple matter to lean down and suck on one. Tayla couldn’t see Milkshake’s face go bright red with violation and humiliation, but she felt the girl’s body stiffen. It didn’t matter. Tayla used her gums and tongue to coax the milk out of the blonde girl’s udders, stimulating the milk glands, and eagerly swallowing the fatty nutrient-rich milk that squirted into her mouth.
She could have sucked both of Milkshake’s udders dry, but she was only supposed to be sampling. So she moved to her third task, kneeling at Milkshake’s feet.
Milkshake’s legs were clamped together firmly, and Tayla knew that it really would be rape to force her mouth upon the girl’s pussy. And yet, she had her orders. Far worse things had happened to Tayla. Milkshake could just learn to deal with it.
She pushed at Milkshake’s legs, trying to force them apart, but eventually had to resort to the pinching trick again, pinching at Milkshake’s thighs until she was forced to spread her legs to avoid the pain. Then Tayla scooted between them and pressed her face against Milkshake’s pussy mound.
Milkshake started to cry as Tayla parted Milkshake’s pussy lips and began to tongue her clitoris, and at first Tayla thought it was from the violation. And maybe part of it was, but Tayla realised that there was another, more prominent reason. Milkshake was wet. She was very, very aroused. And MIlkshake was crying because everyone now knew that she had become aroused from the lesbian intimacy that she regarded as sinful and disgusting.
But ultimately Tayla didn’t care. She lapped at Milkshake’s twat until she had licked up a substantial amount of Milkshake’s thick, eager cunt nectar. She pushed her tongue deep into Milkshake’s fucktunnel, and then sucked on her clitoris a little, and then withdrew, with Milkshake’s juices shining on her face.
“Good girl, Snowball,” said Miss Honeybell, smiling, and Tayla realised that this “greeting” had had two purposes. The first had been to humiliate and violate Milkshake. And the other had been to see whether Tayla was obedient enough to rape another girl on command.
She supposed she had demonstrated that she was. And that fact, again, distanced her from the nice, polite girl she had once thought she was – the kind of girl who deserved to wear clothes, the kind of girl who was a human and not an animal, the kind of girl who had breasts instead of udders. She was no longer that girl, and possibly never had been.
“Now, let’s get those clamps off your udders and babyhole,” said Miss Honeybell. “It’s okay to be a leaky little cow here at Breeding School.” She removed the clamps, making Taylor bounce and howl as the blood rushed back into her abused sexual organs.
Miss Honeybell looked at the Sheriff. “You can leave her now. She’ll be fine in my custody.”
The Sheriff nodded, passed Tayla’s leash to the teacher, and then withdrew, leaving Tayla alone with Miss Honeybell.
The buxom redhead smiled again. “Now,” she said, “let’s get you settled in at Breeder School.”
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