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Grunts, groans, and mumbles for mercy echoed off the clinical walls of my milking Stable. My high heels strike the tile as I wander the rows confidently, checking that all the machines are working properly. Six rows of six cumcows are lined up under the bright lights. A wall of screens constantly streams a variety of porn, not that it matters. The vacuum pump of the teat covers clamped around their cocks would coax their cum out, whether their meat was stiff or not.
Which seems to be the problem with cumcow number 4C. His vacuum pump is working away, but has slipped off his limp penis. The whirring and slurping of the empty teat cover as I hurried over to him. “What have we here?” I ask, even though the gag in his mouth prevents him from answering me. “Did we milk you dry?”
The Milking Stable
I squat beside his reclined chair. His ankles, thighs, tummy, and wrists are restrained in place, and usually the vacuum pump stays stuck to the penis, but as I check the tank beside 4C, it seems like he must have gone numb from overstimulation and lost his erection. His cum retrieval tank is nearly full, but nearly full isn’t full, is it? “Not yet.” I smile up at him and pull a tub of enhancement gel from my white coat.
His head shakes wildly as he writhes in his chair. “Shh, shh. Just a little more, and then you will be brought back to your cell to rest.” His floppy, limp cock looks deflated and useless, but this happens after hours of milking. Nothing we aren;t used to here at the Stable. Gently, I rub the enhancement gel into his shaft. Stroking the over-sensitive flesh as he wails in pleasurable pain. The gel gives his cock no choice but to stiffen. “There we are.” My smile is cruel as I feed his now rock-hard cock back into the teat cover and the suction seals back around him.
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