[u]Dog's Milk[/u]

  It was another bleak afternoon on the farm, my mate spending his hour chasing sheep while I just rested in the barn. It’d been a few months since my litter and they’d been weaned off, yet still, my belly hanged with sagging teats ripe with milk. I’ve been on this farm for years now watching my owner grow bigger and bigger; he’s the size of an adult now. But he’s grown strange in his activities, watching us alongside the cattle closely and arousal dripping off of his scent. No other owner had such a strange habit, but I ignored it, content with the slow life of a breeding bitch on the farm. This afternoon, though, he’d been particularly strange, running back and forth from the barn. 

  I was lazy and tired from the sunbeams, and wholly unable to stop the advances of my owner. A muzzle was clamped onto me as he led me deeper into the barn, shoving me into a stable at the far end. It smelled of hay, dirt, and arousal. Chained alongside me was my mate wearing a similar muzzle; we both exchanged glances, unaware and afraid of our owner's intentions. He bound our legs together, forcing us ass to ass, as if I was freshly knotted and waiting for my freedom. But freedom never came. I smelled the scent of something greasy in the air. Mouthwatering meat, I turned my head to my owner. It was a massive sausage, one of the types I had been scolded for stealing. Owner yanked my tail up, rubbing the sausage over my ass. Gentle at first but quickly getting more forceful, he began shoving the sausage against my tight tailstar; it was larger than my mate and going into a hole never used. I bucked my head and arched my back as it was pushed harder and harder against my turgid flesh. Finally my muscles gave in, letting it slide deep inside of me with a single thrust. I wasn’t alone; sharp yips and a long growl emanated behind me. My mate was in the same situation as the sausage was roughly jammed into him, forcing his cock to harden as his prostate was battered. We both stood still, heads lowered in complete and utter submission. Our owner removed the muzzles and brought two buckets. Looking at the hay-covered ground, I shuddered at the sudden hands groping at my belly. Curious fingers tugging and pulling at my quivering teats. Milk sopped out of them and splashed into the bucket below. Some of the tugs were kind and methodical, bringing relief to my swollen belly. Other times, it felt as if he would stretch them to their limits, reveling in the whimpers and barks it would bring. With my teats and ass stretched, I figured the owner would be satisfied. But he wasn't satisfied at all. Rough fingers stabbed into my spade, spreading it wide and without care. Fingertips grabbed and probed my depths, bringing a slow whine with each rotation. My clit hidden below the hood was grabbed and yanked painfully hard, drawing a crash of ecstasy and pain. In this state of agony more and more milk flowed into the tin pail. Eventually, the cruel hands departed, leaving me shivering in the barn. But as my ecstasy ended, my mate's just began.

  I kept my head down for an hour, hoping to not have to witness my mate's milking. But the whines and barks kept coming. With sickening curiosity, I looked back at my mate, shocked to find him once again in a similar scenario. The owner's hands stroked his thick red shaft with a feral vigor. Each pump brought a shake or shudder to his overwhelmed cock. Cum that stained the side of the bucket showed me that he’d already climaxed. But the owner didn’t care, he kept milking and milking as the bucket filled. One hand was kept right above the knot, keeping him hard, while the other grabbed the thick sausage in our asses and shoved it deeper. With each harsh press more and more cum leaked from his overused cock, slowly dripping into his already full bucket. His balls were shriveled and void of any cum; they flexed with each tug, desperate to release more milk. Owner was unsatisfied, so he began squeezing my mate's deflated balls in an effort to milk even more. He yanked roughly, giving the same squeezing motions he gave to milk my heavy teats. Yet no milk came, just the pain-filled whimpers and yips of my overexerted mate. My mate went as far as trying to urinate into the bucket, hoping the fluid would stop the overwhelming milking. Urine slopped into the bucket, filling the air with a thick rancid smell. But the hands still masturbated his overwhelmed cock. Eventually, the owner let go, realizing there was no more milk to be had and giving much relief to my tired mate. 

  Owner grabbed the bucket below me, dipping his fingers into my breast milk. He trailed it over my mate's face, streaking it with white, and roughly he grabbed his mouth, tilting it high. Milk poured from the bucket and into the mouth of my mate as he coughed, swallowing all he could. About half of it was poured, leaving his head in a milky white film. Owner grabbed the bucket of my mate's liquidy milk. Like before, he slipped two fingers into the cum, streaking it over my muzzle and rubbing it on my tongue. He kept my mouth open, prying my jaws apart with a careful hand. He began pouring the cum and piss mixture into my muzzle, filling my tongue with an earthy salty flavor and forcing me to choke as the mixture poured into my gullet. The vile concoction dripped down my chest as an unforgiving stream poured into my stomach. I felt as if my belly was swollen once again, and likely it would be after this. Owner often needed new litters from me. He untied my mate and let us separate from the thick sausage in our asses, which left us both gaping widely long after our “fun." But I was left still tied by a leash in the barn. My tail dropped low as I watched the owner leave, fearful of his next actions. As I stood there still muzzled and leashed to a pillar in the barn, two curious calves approached me. I tried to shoo them away but was unable to with my bindings. They were interested in my abused hanging teats, still sore from the previous milking. Uncaring wet tongues lapped my belly, leaving a warm trail of saliva with each pace. They suckled at my tits drawing whatever milk they could, teeth grazing the flesh and nipping at me occasionally. Now and then, one of the calves would bump its head into my teats to stimulate the milk flow. I bowed my head, helpless to the toying of the calves.

  An hour after the teasing, I was met with a familiar sound of paws pacing. I turned to the side, watching as my mate was led back into the barn beside me, muzzled and collared all the same. Behind him was the Owner with a strange look on his face and two large metallic smelling boxes. He placed them down between us. The scent of cows was thick on the rubber cups atop the boxes. He grabbed a large plastic tube, switching the strange machine on and slipping it on the already half erect cock of my mate. I watched as the inner rubber suckled on each tantalizing inch of his member. He bucked into the tube, acting on instinct to try and breed with the sensation of warmth, unaware of the two other tubes that the owner had brought to his groin. Each of his low hanging testicles was engulfed by the plastic tubes, sucking and stretching them taut - leaving him shaking his head in agony as the endless milking overtook him. It wasn’t over, however, as my owner turned to me. From the box, he produced 6 similar looking tubes but smaller and more sadistic in their design; they were latched upon each tit on my belly. It felt as if I were being suckled by a pup with a mouth full of needles. It pulled and pricked my teats mercilessly as it drew milk from my heaving belly. 

  Owner patted us both firmly on the head and took a seat behind us, content to watch us for a while...