Chapter 17: In Some Sense Torture Succeeds

[Getting to know you
Getting to know all about you
Getting to like you
Getting to hope you’ll milk mine]

“PLEASE!!,” I screamed, “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH” I reached for Pool’s hand, this time looked up and forced myself to return her eye contact point blank.

“I REALLY AM SCARED.” I was being truthful, I continued to cry louder and I figured they could read it for what it was. I was being totally honest, had broken macho’s spell, let fear out of the bag and my erection was dwindling away, me refocusing on tears. “I, I, YII, YYIIII, I-don’t-know; I’m really scared I just don’t think I can do this yet with all four of you at once.

Please don’t be mad. You’re ALL SO BEAUTIFUL but...” More tears were pouring, far from my control. I was chanting like a deranged choir boy with my head staring at space, afraid to look at them fearing they would take my mind away in a strange spell.

“Can you, PLEASE, please, p-l-e-a-s-e just give me a little time to get used to you? I have never before been in a situation like this. You feel like heaven. You are so soft and wonderful and warm. My conscience is telling me that this is ALL wrong. I’m so confused. I’m afraid of you. This is totally frightening and outrageous what you are doing to me!

Pool took hold of my head and pulled my attention close. Her eyes changed composure as she noted the tears streaming down my face. Hers, like the others eyes were so compelling I almost melted. She took my hand and put it aside her face, gave it a luxurious kiss and ran it down her body lightly rubbing nipples for a bit.

My body wasn’t sure whether to be aroused or pass out but most definitely was again aroused. My erection bent back up like a spring board pressed against Siza’s waiting hand. Then Pool put her loose hand on the tip of my penis, pinching - tugging, even hurting while staring into my eyes and kissed the tears away. I shuddered with more tears coming. I sobbed and that pressure consuming me internally started acting like it was swirling, a washing machine agitator.

At that moment I was certainly making an awfully emotional breeding livestock. I wondered what the old man would think of me at the moment. I bet that he’d never dealt with a bull like me before. It served him right for taking on breeding livestock that could think yet be so naive.

Finally Pool started to get up with a shrug as she laughed aloud. She gave my head a Dutch Rub with one hand while her other hand was again easily messed around in my butt along with the hose. She held that for many moments pushing it further in as she stared at the ceiling like she was counting time. She was trying to measure something, “Mmm-Hmmmm,” or accomplish something and my penis twirled as I whimpered, cried, groaned.

She gave it a thwack, with a fingernail snap, and it stopped momentarily but started twirling the other direction. She studied that some more and then pulled me close and bit my ear while stroking her hand much warmer in and out many times which felt like friction interrupting the flow through the hose into me. It jerked and I felt internal impulses which also caused my penis to bark-ejaculate, rapid, several times. Then she slowly let her fingers slide out and made a point to suck their length as if enjoying the flavor of it while winking at me. That didn’t help quiet my nerves.

She went back to her milking but not before squatting down and rubbing the center of her bum against my penis letting it slide in part way and over again. I gasped for air, the feeling of that on my erection just about made me turn to rubber and some kind of strange pleasure razzled me as I felt the hose being pulled out rather rapidly. I nearly passed out, “A^A^A^A^AH!-oh- oh-OOH.” and shook all over in a new cold sweat as I felt the withdraw from deep somewhere way up inside me. My penis shot a big squirt ejaculating into Pool which seemed to really please her. I was totally dissolved like a garden slug, salted, but that sharp ejaculation actually lifted Pool up with an assist to hit-squirt in all directions. There was a lot of force.

I felt I was a disappointment as fluid noisily gushed out from between my legs. That wasn’t a feeling new to me but I couldn’t ignore my state. I took moments to try to decide what to do and after a bit I got on my knees. I cowered as I tried to stand up, straighten and a lot more juice shot out of my butt. I looked away from all of them, moving to the end of the stanchions furthest away with my perpetual erection poking the way, repeating gushes of juice shooting out of my anus, all acts defiant to my embarrassment and fear. I was covered with stuff and cow manure. I was just gross, red scraped and scratched and my anus felt totally abused as more fluid dribble out. I just cried real sorrow.

“He’s not going to join us -- r-i-g-h-t NOW,” Pool said as she laughed giggles. “Look at him! I tried to show him what to do.” Siza shot me with her hose and laughed as well. She followed me as I hunched-over retreated with my hand over my butt. “Don’t worry honey, you’ll rise again to join your penis.” She laughed almost hysterically. “It may take a short time but you WILL get used to us. Your penis ALREADY IS.” She caught me and put her arm around my drenched neck, slid her leg up over as she pushed me down to the concrete floor again. I was face plant tightly jammed into her crotch so well I could hardly breath. After many moments she stood up, away, and left me crumpled while gasping for air. Every pain and scrape I had re ignited.

Pulling, yanking me back up she gave me a big long wet tongue kiss inserted well into my mouth, pressing her body firmly against mine, holding me real tight in lieu of passing out with all my strength momentarily gone, gasping frantically to get air around her tongue, puffing rapidly. She rubbed my loose hand up and down the crack of her bottom and noted my pale face with a pinch. She again pulled on my penis with her returned rubbing hand in play and said, “Don’t you like my feel?” Her hand was magic for making my penis so hard again, pained. “AAAAaaaaaaaauuuuooh,” I gasped. I could barely focus on anything that she was doing. “You’re so mean,” I gasped, drooling, retching. “You’re SO MEAN.”

I was so frozen in my state of body and mind. I couldn’t respond again other than a half cry and grunt, “Uuuuaaaaaahhh”? I just stood stiff, penis regards, and she very slowly released a last sliding tug and used her finger to tickle the tip of it side to side with a fingernail inserted.

Then she turned around and wiggled her bare butt up and down pressing in on my erection as it found a perfect fit, slipped finally after it spronged-in having bent crooked behind the tip for a second. “OW,” it let go and smartly slid in lightning quick, bottomed out, felt excruciatingly arousing-warm, all the way in with a slam ejaculation. I momentarily blacked out, it may have been the increased ejaculation, but she seemed suddenly to somewhat catapult away from me a short distance and there was that snotty gizem stuff expelling in a big bloom up her back and coming back out of her vagina, running down her legs, lots of it. She seemed really quite pleased.

“Alright! Looks like he’s coming up to pressure now,” one of them said with a real lilt in her voice.

A good example of coming up to pressure, me and Lilly demostrating with a warming

The gizem piled on the floor between us and my penis was oozing volumes but I was too numb to respond other than an unfocused look as Siza turned with some sense of the surprise and certain pleasure. She noted the results with a big smile, put her hands in the discharge as if she was washing, closed her eyes as she looked skyward and kind of melted in pleasure.

My spirit gave a huge sigh as scared almost tripped over arousal and my heart was pounding harder than it had ever in my life. I leaned back against the stanchion, my legs almost collapsed under me and I caught myself from a fall. The milkers all smiled at one another and nodded their approval. They obviously knew more about the future than I and were also obviously enjoying torturing me too. But now they seemed to have a new sense of approval among the four. It was as if I’d passed phase one of their planned uses for me and they knew I was easily aroused. That fact I couldn’t hide because Penis had a mind of its own.

As I laid back it pointed towards the ceiling, my dripping snot dangling oozing covered erection that wouldn’t serve my fears. It was alive with activity like a minor volcano.

“The part I like about him is still up to it and performing very well” said Siza. “And the rest of him will come along in a short time.” She glanced back at me. “Your mine!,” she shouted as she pointed into the center of her derriere. “I have my work cut out for me but you’re just going to LOVE MY PUSSY.” At that moment my stomach welled up and I folded over with vomiting. I projectile’d into the walkway and then collapsed under the stanchion concrete ledge as I gasped for fresh air with each heave and laid in the results.

Fern turned the hose on me and my vomit-discharge to wash away the evidence of my fears. She did it so casually, as if I was just dirt staining the floor. After she’d wash the area down, effortlessly pulling my leg up to move it out of the way, she painfully hosed off my crotch, turned and went back to her cow and continued milking. She let out a big sigh as she walked away and let my leg fall with a sharp slap on the pavement. My ankle bone let out a scream on impact. I simply cried some more. In my mind I screamed, “I HATE YOU!”

At first nobody came to my rescue as I lay there cold, head dizzy, post vomit, on the floor gross and wet. My penis was finally respecting my demise, everything body and soul now limp. I pondered whether my life was about to end at the hands of overwhelming strange females and the why of my ever arriving at this forsaken place. Their intent was to use me like their property, livestock the old man thought was his. They had no respect for my body aside from my penis, balls and anus, or was it disrespect? They were abusing me both inside and out in the most astonishing ways. Now confusion gripped my resources more than ever before.

I thought about death as rescue. The gamut of emotions they displayed and I reacted to was broad, polarity askew, setting me adrift and clue-less about the future other than breeding and a one fuck billy with loving Lilly. I pondered home, finally, and wondered why I’d not thought more of running away even if I loved Lilly.

Then time passed and eventually someone was standing over me. I looked up and saw Branch. She, like the other three, naked as well and so beautiful. I cowered, folded up as she squatted down to begin to pick me up. I drew my body up in defense but she lay gentle powerful hands on me and spoke, “SSsshhhh.”

I looked at her face and there was caring in her eyes so I accepted her help as I cautiously got up, afraid of what she might have in store for me but my head hurt and my will to live was questioning. She gently hosed me off using some of their soap material and gave me hugs and amazing warmth that felt like healing. I was fearful of attack because I was exposing everything, expecting anything, because of what I’d just been through but Branch was sweet, reserved but caring.

Trust kindled and I started to recover in her powerful arms. I wept, ego deflated, gone, naked like a bleeding breeding animal. Branch held me close for a time, stroked my head a while with it tucked under her chin and I stopped shivering. Without saying a word she left me redeemed, somewhat, yet still thoroughly confused.

How incredibly strange this sequence of events had turned from sweet to torture and then finally sweetness again. I had no answers as to why. She lifted my chin to direct it to her face and gave me a lingering kiss. I noted her eyes closed as she did that. She said not a word but smiled and then returned to her work but not before holding my penis and it immediately became stiff and she smiled.

How bewildering.

Cows love music and work went on as if nothing unusual at all had happened. I wandered back to a cow and began washing. Time passed. I relaxed again and went about my work while the sting of what had happened, the various hurts, miraculously faded.

I would find it was a habit to turn on a radio sitting on a shelf towards the back of the parlor. The milkers turned the station to some dance music and I assumed the cows were okay with that too. The sound of sucking rhythm, dance music, the steam in the air plus the increasing warmth all around; if I closed my eyes and got caught in the mood I was lulled to mis-attention almost immediately. I had to fight that to keep my washing ahead of milkers but I smiled to myself as one of them broke into the feeling with, “You liking it?”.

I was shocked back to reality after having been left alone for some time. I jerked in surprise that they would be pleasant to me anymore, at all. I looked at the smiling eyes and mine, shy, cast down quickly with “Yeah”. As I kept on washing I almost, almost got a magnetic impulse to kiss those smiling lips. My head filled with a type of intoxication as I experienced alluring odor and the seductive dancing nude wet bodies around me in the close proximity. At that point I thought I was starting to get used to my crazy new work mates and I almost felt sorry I’d not been more welcoming to them earlier as they played with my emotions. I was just plain scared thinking about the matter of mere hours since I’d graduated during a religious ceremony invoking images of icons and lots of genuflecting. Now I wasn’t genuflecting but rather genuine fucking.

I looked down at the enormous penis they’d played with most of the time since I’d arrived at the dairy, that I obviously didn’t know very well. The damned thing was still an independent thinker having gained an intelligence of its own. In fact I was beginning to forget about any control over the thing at all. It just kept getting bigger. Maybe it needed a name.

I thought if perhaps I’d not over-reacted with fear earlier maybe things would have turned out better. I was feeling guilty, but that was ridiculous. I wanted to try to remain oblivious to them, faked or otherwise. I couldn’t admit to myself I was theirs, whatever they intended to use me for, aside from obvious fucking, and I still thought about running away but I couldn’t just leave Lilly, just like that.

It was nearing time to finish up the last cows. I was just clammy wet all over and anticipating eating soon. There was relief in sight. I was starving after vomiting up all my food and if we made it to the kitchen soon I would feel greatly relieved.

How odd I thought. I no longer worried my state of undress. After my treatment thus far I was mostly just wanting to get food and possibly, hopefully talk to Lilly for explanation. Would I have to get beat up by her sisters in the future when working with them?

It was okay that I was naked. That was potentially the least of my problems and I realized although I’d been treated badly I’d also been fucked many times by three female creatures. No, I guess Branch had fucked me too but for a very short time. Wow. I had fucked quite a bit actually and that made me feel a little better.

[This is similar to times present, the bucket of goo (gizem) overhead]

Branch had reached above for a bucket of soap of some kind similar to what Lilly had used on me in the milk house. While they milked they lathered. Apparently this was similar to Lilly’s shower, to clean up and manage the milking parlor for cleanliness as the work wound down. I never in my life dreamed I would ever experience anything like this and especially having been farmed out by my dad as slave labor for almost no wages. I wondered what kid wouldn’t work for free given this opportunity, surrounded by eye candy - extreme, that is if they could take the abuse.

They were helping, washing each others hair and simultaneously arousing each other with massaging that grew on me as I re-experienced what was similar to my time with Lilly. There was magnetism invisible in the act causing an endless erection I wished would go away and hide.

They were so intent on examining each other in every place imaginable, using the hose on each other in familiar ways reminding me of the hose in my anus and when they commenced to licking and sticking their faces into their partner’s cavity I was wide eyed and, let’s say, astounded with their exuberance and incredible speed. I wondered if they went crazy with desire when they tasted, like I, that vagina juice.

This was exactly what the son had told me in the truck, what they would be doing to each other.

Then I was teased to hurry up with my cow washing and if I didn’t make grade, “You’ll practice washing on the bull’s hind teat. You need more skill.” They kept up their verbal teasing trying to break me down. It was beginning to remind me of my earlier youth with the chastising and put downs so familiar to me. It also worried me they were going to again become gremlin like but they kept sitting back on my penis for some fucking as they passed by. It was like the verbal abuse was a balance against the wonderful fucking they were affording me. I could not complain about ejaculating into them like that. It was great and they just kept it up with each passing and -- “Oh boy”.

[They were so amazingly willing to fuck me anywhere, any time, no obvious reasons needed]

But I got scared because certainly their plan was to have their way with me, the breadth of which I didn’t know yet and I prayed for the end of milking to arrive, right away!

Siza sneaked up with the bucket of that soap and from behind dumped it all on my head. She’d simultaneously, quickly, pushed more down my back. The soapy stuff ran down my face, all over my glasses only to have her start shampooing my head and rubbing it around on me fantastically-quickly. I didn’t know what to do so I grabbed my glasses, put them down and pretended to keep busy washing the udders in front of me. The other milkers started to laugh and Siza rubbed a bunch more of the soap up my chest and letting some of it slide down further. I didn’t know what solicited this action since they had left me alone for some time but now I was entirely top half covered with the slimy goo as it bubbled, descended further, hanging like snot. It was amazing slimy stuff, gross, but still amazing.

I tried to hide my imagination I had mentally joined in her lathering and was getting terribly aroused as she pushed herself on me and I could feel her rubbing her body on me from behind. That felt incredible, soft and alarmingly good.

Slick and slimy the shampooing continued. I was getting more pacified by the massaging of my head, something that had always mesmerized me. I felt so warm all over I was carried into another state of mind. I was just loving her attention, forgetting my fears, my penis was doing its independent thinking being rubbed so nice with the soap and I stood before her subject to her will just the way she liked me.

She was reminding me of my best friend in the whole world, Lilly.

I wasn’t really sure about what the shampoo like material was they were so liberal with but it was very familiar. It had no odor I could sense, at least not yet. It was slippery silky. There never seemed to be any end to the supply of it and they just passed it around letting it dangle to the floor which made things pretty slippery. At first, almost snotty, it bubbled when lathered and the bubbles had a kind of strength, not watery but rather elastic like. It was unusual stuff and it didn’t dissipate away to nothing if you continued to rub it on the same spot. It was different than any soap I was familiar with but it did seem to get things marvelously clean.