Milk farm

  

Clouds of fog swept across the country. A petite elf emerged from these gray veils. She wore a dark leather robe that closely adapted to her female figure. Their breasts the size of an apple stand out clearly. The deep neckline also left no doubt that the elf was aware of the effects of its stimuli. She led a falcon rider on a reins.
The animal had a hard time carrying under the load of two elongated bundles, and every step on the damp, stony subsoil clearly caused him difficulties. The blonde elf tore on the reins of her animal so that it did not break out on the narrow path.
„ Quite calm my good “, she murmured. „ We are almost there. “

The elf and her heavily packed animal finally reached a narrow pass. On the other hand, a valley opened. A remote place on the edge of the Alterac Mountains. Surrounded by a few trees, several buildings could be seen. It was a human farm in style. The petite fingers of the elf stroked over the screamer's neck and she whispered: „ Well done. “

When she reached the homestead, a whore came to meet her. The strong, brown-haired bull only wore a loincloth. His long black horns also emphasized his broad muscle-packed shoulders.
„ You were gone for a long time, Ravijel. “, the bull grumbled.
„ Hello Durath. Nice to see you again “, Ravijel forced himself to smile. She feared the power of the tauren and knew about its brutality, so the young elf hunter gladly avoided him and, above all, did not try to control her anger.
„ Reva is waiting for you “, he said when she walked past him. „ She is impatient. “
„ I brought her two new copies. That will surely make her happy “, explained the elf, while she attached her falconer to a wooden gate.
„ Will I? “, Reva grunted. The red-haired orc woman came out of the main house when she heard Ravijel's voice. Her large breasts were supported by a leather corset, while her abdomen was only covered by a thin strip of black leather that emphasized more than hid. She also wore black leather boots that reached her thighs. She reached out her green hand, tied with leather straps.
The elf immediately went to her knees and kissed her mistress's back of her hand. Her lips touched the ring of white bone. Reva allegedly made it out of her father's bones, but this was just a story that Ravijel's predecessor had told.
„ You were long away “, spoke the orchex with a severe tone.
„ Forgive Mistress. The road to the country of the alliance was long and dangerous. But he was worth it for you. “ The blonde elf pointed to her falcon rider. „ I was able to catch two Draenei females for you. One of them recently gave birth to a child and her udders are still full of milk. The other is young and will certainly be a good broodmare. “
„ Then let's see if you did a good job. If not. ... “ She did not finish this sentence, but the threat it contained was obvious.

The two women went to the rider accompanied by the tauren bull. The latter took one of the Draenei, tied in blankets, from the animal and carried it into the stable. The stable was divided into a large number of boxes and an anteroom in which there were several pillors and racks. The bull easily shook the draenei onto a table and loosened the ropes that held it in the ceiling. Then he rolled it out.
Reva looked at the aliens with interest. Her large breasts were damp and white secretions seeped out of the dark blue teats. The body, the draenei, came to life, but Ravijel had tied her wrists, knees and hooves together. So the poor had no choice but to twitch helplessly on the table. She couldn't speak because there was a huge wooden gag in her mouth. He was in the shape of a small male member and reached the Draenei in the throat.
The red-haired orchex nodded satisfied. Then she reached out her bony finger, wiped some of the demon goat's milk, and carried the sample to her lips. She caught the taste and murmured softly: „ Excellent! “
The elf breathed a sigh of relief.

Teka only slowly woke up from the darkness. Her body was stiff due to the brutal bondage. She desperately tried to scream, call for help, but the thing that had been put in her mouth prevented this. Her jaw was painfully widened and her tongue was doomed to immobility. She didn't know where her three daughters were.
They had traveled to Menethil by ship; from there it was supposed to walk to Eisenschmiede and then to the heart of the alliance, storm wind, where her husband was waiting for her. But on the way they were attacked. She had only felt one trick. Then the poison had worked and paralyzed her body. After that, all she had seen so far was darkness.
Teka was incredibly thirsty. It had to be days since she last drank. They weakened hunger and thirst and robbed her of all strength. She felt the bonds around her wrists removed. Unreally, she noticed the strong fingers that lay around her battered joints. They probably belonged to the Tauren. She had only perceived his presence superficially. Now she felt his strength. He tore her up. If her hooves were not tied together, she would have sunk to the ground immediately. But so they held up the iron handle around their hands and the ropes that painfully cut into the flesh.

Ravijel opened the closures of the pillory into which the Draeneimutter was to be clamped. She could clearly see the despair in her eyes, but she felt no pity. She knew that feeling was fatal. Reva didn't tolerate it.
She herself had had to drink her predecessor's blood as it swelled out of her open veins, after which Durath brutally raped her in all holes for hours. The Orchexe had never told Ravijel what offense had led to this punishment, and she had never dared to ask. Now she was the body hunter of a dark demon queen. Their empire was not great, at least not in the world that was commonly seen. But Reva had a pact with powers that preferred to frolic in secret. And these powers went after the living. Fresh breast milk was therefore a special treat for her. And Draeneimilch was particularly valuable because of her demonic past.

Durath put the Draenei wrists in the pillory's recesses. Then he pressed his victim's neck into the slightly larger indentation. When the bull nodded, the blutelfe closed the pillory again.
Durath's eyes fell on the delicate body of the elf. How gladly he would have packed them and subjected them to his will. But this was not his job. He had to prepare this new milk cow for the mistress.
His helper knelt down and opened the bonds around the joints and hooves of the blue-skinned. Then she pulled the weak legs a little further apart and led them into metal clamps that were on the floor. So her upper body was stretched slightly forward and the dairy cow could neither kneel nor escape at the upcoming ordeal.

Teka stood there helplessly. Her body was bent like a „ L “. Her heavy breasts, loaded with milk, hung on her bare torso. Her legs were slightly spread and her bare shame and anus protruded openly to the rear. It was so degrading, besides all the pain, fear and exhaustion, she felt ashamed of everything. They were treated, the proud Draenei, like a piece of cattle.
Again and again the blood elf and the taure sneak around them. She felt her eyes on her helpless body and a shiver ran through her. What had become of her daughters? Shari, her older daughter, had run next to her. Karivia had Milea in her arms. Could they escape? She didn't know, and this excruciating uncertainty hurt even more than her limbs.
Then the Orcfrau entered her field of vision. The red-haired woman with green skin was dressed, as was known from the demonic succubus. Black leather emphasized every point of her femininity. Teka looked up at the woman with impotent hatred. She loosened the gag and pulled the wooden peg out of her mouth.
„ So you are our new dairy cow in the stable “, the orc spoke to her in a broken common language. Teka wanted to reply something, but her jaw was stiff and so only unarticulated sounds came out of her mouth.
„ We give each of our dairy cows a number here. You will be number 13. I hope this is your lucky number “, the orc woman grunted haemically.
„ Tek ... “, the Draenei stammered. Her tongue was almost lame too. Her mouth, her neck, everything was dry. „ ... Child ... “
„ Don't worry, soon your child will also get a number and hand in a usable dairy cow “, laughed at the orc and then added: „ But now you will milk, 13. “
„ No ... “, she tried to scream, but it was just a croak that lacked any strength.
„ Don't worry, you'll be fine here; we will take care of you like all our dairy cows. You are certainly thirsty. Durath will feed you right away and give you something to drink. “

Without another word, the Orc left Teka alone. Infinite moments passed. Thoughts on their children, that terrible thing that Orc had said, beat up over their heads. That couldn't be. You wanted to milk them? This had to be a nightmare. The orc had certainly lied.
Then Teka saw the blood elf entering the barn again. She had moved, was now wearing a simple skirt and a blouse. In her hand she held a bowl and a stool. She couldn't believe what was happening to her. The elf said something she didn't understand and then sat with her.
Teka tried to see what was happening, but the wood of the pillory fixed her head so that the activities of the elf remained hidden from her. But then she feels it. The elf gently stroked her plump breasts. She played around the atrium of her painfully hard nipples. A shiver of indescribable feelings drove her through. It was so humiliating and yet lustful at the same time.
The skillful fingers of the elf girl now slightly pressed those bulging dark blue warts. Teka heard the milk spur out and caught in the bowl; felt the relief when the traffic jam in their filled udders subsided. She relaxed slightly, and her tail, which had previously hung down powerlessly, was now moving a little.
Startled, she suddenly heard something else about the sounds of the milk that shot from her nipples into the bowl. She heard her own groan, which penetrated freely through her rigid jaw. Now she also heard the joking of the elf, who obviously noticed that her victim was involuntarily in pleasure. It was so humiliating. But this was not the end of their martyrdom.

Suddenly the taure appeared in her field of vision. To her shock, she noticed that he had taken off his loincloth. Her eyes fell on the huge, half-stiff link of the huge brown bull. He smiled with greed and pleasure. The smell of his unwashed male member rose in her nose. It was so disgusting. Teka wanted to turn her head away, but she couldn't. He had grabbed her by the horns and pulled her head up. Her paralyzed, open mouth now pointed to the tip of his huge peniss.
„ Feeding! “, the Taure grumbled. Then he put the disgusting genital in her mouth. Desperate, she wanted to close her mouth and bite him. But the paralysis of her jaw muscles prevented this. So the taure unashamedly pushed his masculinity into her mouth.
He quickly reached her throat and had to choke. Gastric juice rose its esophagus and wet the dried regions. But it didn't help. The liquid let its lance penetrate even deeper into it. He had quickly reached her neck and brutally fucked her in her throat.
While the blood elf continued to pump her udders with uniform movements, gush for gush their precious breast milk from the draene body, the taper member stiffened more and more and the bull greedily rammed his tail into it. Her eyes were wide open. She struggled for air, because every blow of his masculinity closed her throat and prevented her lungs from breathing.
Sie hatte nur wenige Male das Glied ihres Mannes in den Mund genommen. Nun von einem Tauren so brutal in ihren Mund vergewaltigt zu werden, war eine gewaltige Demütigung. Doch längst ging es nicht mehr um den Ekel, den der fremde Schwanz in ihr auslöste. Ihr Körper, ihr Verstand kämpfte um das nackte Überleben. Sie merkte nicht, wie wild ihr kleines Draeneischwänzchen hin und her schlug. Wie aus ihrer offen dargelegten Scheide ihr Lustnektar quoll. Sie wusste auch nicht, dass Shari, ihre Tochter, unweit von ihr auf dem Tisch lag und geknebelt und gefesselt den Missbrauch ihrer Mutter mit ansehen musste.

The whore joined faster and faster, his hands clung tightly around her horns. However, his eyes were not on the Draenei. He looked at Ravijel's little blonde blutelfe, who was sitting in front of him with widened thighs, and the huge tits of the blue-skinned goat.
The breasts of the elf covered with a blue blouse were only bee stings in comparison. But Durath was not interested in it either. He wanted to fuck the little arrogant elf. He wanted to push his tail into her little elf ass with the same greed and force as he did with the Draeneistute's mouth.
Sabber formed at his corners of his mouth, dripped onto the face of the Draenei. He penetrated ever faster, harder into the throat of his victim. Her gagging only makes him hornier, heats him up. And then, with foam in front of his mouth, he came deep in her neck with a loud groan.
Huge flare-ups of his tauren seed shot in her throat. The warm secretion was everywhere, filling it out. Almost delirium due to lack of air, she swallowed as best she could. But more and more of the warm protein juice shot into it. The tauren sperm filled her starved stomach, overcrowded her, and finally even rolled out of her corners of her mouth. Only then did the source dry up slowly.

But the Taure did not completely withdraw from her. His slackening limb remained in her mouth. With a transfigured look, she looked up at the mighty bull. Submissive, broken by the amount of semen. Hard-working elf fingers still milk breast milk from their tits. The relief that she was getting a little air again, that she was not suffocating, was so great that she even enjoyed these degrading milking movements on her breasts. She even felt the moisture that seeped from her vagina and ran down her hooves on her long thighs. All of this was secondary. The excitement of breathing air again now even exceeded the salty taste of the tauren seed.

Durath waited until the Draeneistute was halfway there again. It was actually the same, but he should give her something to drink. He was particularly looking forward to this part of his task.
It took some time for the pressure to be large enough, but then the bull relaxed his muscle and a huge surge of his taurenpisse swelled from his limping limb into the woman's mouth smeared with sperm. He laughed and enjoyed the horrified sight of the woman when she realized what was happening. She wanted to turn away, but she couldn't. The pillory and his hands held their heads mercilessly. Literally taurenurins shot in her throat and filled her stomach. The warm golden juice made her choke, but it was the same.
Finally he pulled his limb out of her mouth, pissed her face full with the rest. He set up the last surge of his piss on Ravijel. This cried out angrily, which increased his pleasure. Then he was emptied and felt incredibly satisfied. Satisfied, the taure trudged away, while the soft, scolding elf milked the last remnants of the draene milk from the body hanging motionless in the pillory.