The Milkmaid

 The Milkmaid


To Ravijel's amazement, 3 of the milking mares were already harnessed in the stable. 13, the draenei, with her plump, swollen breasts, stood in one of the newly constructed milking pens. Her lower abdomen lay in a leather-covered hollow in the converted pillory. Her wrists were also placed in small recesses that were next to the large hollow. A beam had been lowered from above and now fixed the milking mare in this position. Shackles on the wrists provided additional stability for her upper body, which was now almost perfectly horizontal.
The elf could clearly see the milk mare's magnificent, round boobs. The slight twitching of her body, caused by the obvious pain of this position, really caused the well-filled milk cartons to vibrate.

Ravijel had no pity for poor draenei today. Fate had dealt with her too painfully in the last few days, when it could still be wasted on others. The golden bowl in her hands was empty, and Kruhl certainly wouldn't want to wait long for his milk.
The elf knelt in front of the Draenei mare. She made sure to open her legs and push her pelvis as low as possible so that the weights on her labia touched the floor. She succeeded and closed her eyes briefly and relaxed. For the first time that day she sat in a somewhat comfortable position.
When her eyes opened again, she saw 13. The pretty, busty creature with two horns on its head, blue skin and hooves Instead of feet, she trembled slightly as her delicate elf fingers wrapped around her swollen nipples. Immediately some milk oozed from the glands, dripped down the elf's fingers and fell into the bowl below.
The draenei made a muffled noise. A leather ball was stuck in her mouth and held in place with leather straps tied behind her head. This was a precautionary measure. Several milk mares had injured themselves in captivity and died before they could be helped. That's why this gag ball was only taken out of the mares' mouths for eating and drinking.

“Take it easy,” she murmured imploringly as her fingers wrapped around the captive woman’s swollen udder. Her breast milk came out.
“Yes, you’re good, give me your juice.” The elf smiled contentedly. The gnome who stood behind the kneeling elf and was now about as tall as her also smiled. His gaze fluctuated between her tight little elf bottoms, and the busty breasts of the draenei who was being milked.
The elf's fingers were experienced, and quickly pumped a large amount of the precious breast milk from the draenei's breasts Milk mare. At first the milk only trickled out of the teats in drops, but soon she managed to squeeze real spurts of white juice out of those blue milk cartons.
The draenei panted and groaned restlessly. She now knew her fate. She knew this humiliating procedure, being milked by the elf, having to give her her valuable mother's juice that was actually intended for her baby. But they had been separated and thrown into this courtyard of hell. So all she could do was let out helpless screams, which were swallowed up by the leather ball in her mouth. Only muffled sounds of her fainting came out.
She had to endure this torture for minutes. The elf's fingers weren't rough. On the contrary, the elf milked her breasts with such skill that despite the painful and humiliating position, despite her desperation, something like pleasure arose in her body. Her crack, which protruded backwards unprotected and open through the pillory, was already wet. She felt this indescribable tingling sensation in her ford, unable to move or maintain control over her own body.
The blood elf's fingers glided playfully over her nipples again and again. They played around them so skillfully that the last reserves of their milk were soon exposed, and the splashing finally became just a weak squirt of their white juice. Exhausted and literally milked, 13 had to remain in her holder. This humiliating excitement could still be felt.
Her real name, Teka, had no meaning in this place. The nearly naked elf ordered the demon guards to take her, 13, back to her box. Shari would be waiting for her there. Her eldest daughter was also trapped in this place of horror. She had recently been deflowered and inseminated by one of those monsters, and would soon share the same fate as her mother.
Tears rolled from her wide-open eyes as the guards took her out of her rack and brought her body back into the box like goods, where she was chained to brackets.

On his knees, Ravijel slid on to the next milking mare. The night elf had been placed in the same position as the draenei woman before her. Her breasts were also ample, although not as large as 13's. Her bubble purple skin was tender, and Ravijel enjoyed touching that warm, soft flesh. She knew the night elf well, she had sometimes licked her slit to take in her salty taste.
So she was quite calm, and her body reacted very positively when she The blood elf's fingers wrapped around her full, milky breasts. Her fingertips caress the night elf's stiff nipples, almost out of habit. A shiver ran through Erdiel's body. She knew the name of number 8. Just like Viriona, who wore the number 6, these night elves had long been in the possession of the mistress.
Their skill quickly caused a few drops of the precious juice to squirt out. It seemed to excite Number 6 because she was obviously moaning in pleasure into the gag. Ravijel was proud of her treatment. She liked the two night elf milk mares. She loved licking her pussy and increasing her pleasure. Unlike number 13, these mares had long since broken down and had become willing milk cows on the mistress's farm.
While she was absentmindedly milking the mother's milk from the milk slave's udders, she suddenly felt a hand her bottom. It was the imp's fingers that ran along her bare butt crack and only stopped at the entrance to her own pleasure cave. Ravijel jumped and lifted her pelvis. A painful sound escaped her lips as she also pulled up the weights on her labia.
“Be careful. “Don’t hurt yourself,” warned the imp. "Your flesh is delicious and valuable."
An uneasy shiver came over her and her fingers clenched around the night elf's milk glands.
8 flinched, but her excitement was too strong to make the blood elf's touch uncomfortable. While the imp pushed his finger lightly into the blonde elf's tight, recently deflowered cunt, the night elf also became very wet in her milking rack. Her mind, reduced to instinct, longed for touch. She wanted to be milked, she wanted to be touched, and so she enjoyed every move the milking slave made on her plump tits.
The lustful pain on her stiff nipples changed with every spurt of milk that she gave gave, into sensual excitement. Pleasure saliva collected in the night elf's mouth, seeped past her gag and dripped down onto the shapely breasts of Ravijel kneeling beneath her. She was still writhing desperately under the touch of the demon, who was tampering with her slit and whispering soft indecencies into her ear.

Suddenly a whip snapped loudly through the otherwise discreet sounds of the stable. As good as there are twisted milk mares, Ravijel and the gnome have their heads to look for the source.
"So well-behaved at work, my little animals!" Finyra's high, sweet voice rang out through the room. Finyra was Kruhl's right-hand woman. The succubus was a master of pain, and even the fel guards feared her abnormal cruelty. She carried Durath with her on a chain behind her. The chain was connected to a ring that wrapped around the tauren bull's massive testicles.
Ravijel realized that Durath had been muzzled. He was panting wildly and visibly angry. The tauren's arms were chained behind his back. Numerous welts on his bare skin were evidence of the whips and other punishments that Finyra had probably inflicted on the tauren.
His huge penis, with which he had so brutally fucked Ravijel a few days ago, dangled now semi-rigidly down. There were still ropes of cum at the tip, slowly dripping to the floor. Remains of his semen could also be seen at the corners of the succubus' mouth. Her gaze reflected diabolical madness and lust. Her black horns contrasted with her pale skin, which was only covered by something also black leather that wrapped around her pubes and breasts, barely covering them.
As a symbol of her cruelty, she held a magical whip in one hand. Finyra claimed that she had made this instrument of pain from the remains of her enemies, and Ravijel believed her.
With her new tauren toy, she walked past the still kneeling blood elf and the imp standing behind her.
“You should fuck her, Wyrn,” the succubus crooned. She brushed the leather of her rolled whip across the blonde elf's cheek. Trembling, she looked into the demoness's eyes, unable to look away.
"The master ordered me to bring milk," said Wyrn. The imp was too afraid of the Dread Lord to give in to his lust so easily. Even if the succubus' seductive words also sounded tempting to his ears. The scent that flowed from the pleasure caves of the milk mares and the blood elf stimulated his senses and almost drove the little demon crazy.
“Of course you have to know what you want.” Finyra gave him a seductive smile this time as she let go of the elf and walked with her bull to his box. She had already had fun with him. His seed now warmed her throat and stomach as his pain and humiliation excited her diabolical senses. But this excitement had no climax other than sexual excitement.
She stroked her breasts and her crotch demonstratively in front of the little elf. They ran one of their long fingernails along the leather into their own pleasure cave and took in some of their demonic pleasure juice. She immediately offered this to the hopelessly inferior Wyrn. He greedily licked everything she gave him from her finger.
Finyra took her finger away from him much too soon. She immediately pulled on the chain with a jerk and Durath groaned in pain before he started moving with her. She literally had his balls in her hands and was only too happy to use that power.
“Have fun with your work, I have to introduce our new number 15 into his box.”
Wyrn and Durath gasped equally, although for different reasons . When the succubus was out of earshot, she said to her lust bull with a smile as she caressed his recently milked balls: “It feels so good to be bad. Or?”

The appearance of the demoness had almost driven the poor imp crazy. He wanted to stick his cock somewhere, preferably into the horny blood elf. But she had to milk the milking mares.
“Come on, hurry up!” he harshly shouted at her. “You’re almost done with that one. Come on to the last one!”
“Yes, sir.” Ravijel trembled with fear. The diabolical aura of the succubus had literally burned itself into her soul. The appearance of Durath and his huge member had also awakened painful memories in her. She let go of Number 8 and placed the bowl under Number 2's breasts.
Number 2 was a draenei who had been in the Mistress's breeding for a long time. She had already had puppies five times. Ravijel didn't know what had become of them, but she knew that number 2 didn't have that much milk anymore. Her stomach was almost as swollen as her breasts. She had been successfully inseminated and a new demonic creature was growing in her stomach.
The elf laboriously dragged the weights on her labia with her in the milking position. Luckily the chains on her nipples didn't tug as badly as the ones between her thighs. That was good because she couldn't stop the weights attached to it from rocking. With pain, Ravijel leaned forward and first stroked the milking mare's baby bump before sliding her fingers over the woman's not-so-tight udders.
“Well, you like that. I should too fuck such a hot belly?"
"No, please don't!" begged Ravijel, but she knew that in an emergency she couldn't resist the demon. Kruhl had ordered that she must obey all of his demons unconditionally. The mistress had agreed to this without making any restrictions. It almost seemed as if Mistress Reva had fallen for these demons.
“Then I’ll fuck your ass!” laughed the demon maliciously. “Go on kneel down like a puppy.”
“But, but then I can’t milk the milking mare and the master wants his milk.”
The horny gnome This argument seemed to cover up for a moment, and Ravijel hoped he had gotten away with it. But then he said, “Then milk her with your mouth. Suck on it and let good juice from your mouth into the bowl. Go ahead, kneel down properly.”
“But then the milk isn’t pure?”
“It doesn’t matter. You're delicious for us demons too. I've already tasted you. Come on, do it now.”
The blood elf girl leans forward in resignation. She only vaguely remembered the imp licking her pussy shortly after she had been deflowered by the bull. The memories of that night made her body tense even more.

Wyrn waited until the girl had positioned herself. He looked greedily at her tight girl's ass. The elf had such an alluring shapely pelvis. Her pierced labia peeked out lustfully between them. The chains with the weights attached to them dangled slightly. The weights on Ravijel's nipples also dangled and hurt the girl.
The imp leaned forward and licked the girl's pierced privates with pleasure with his long demonic tongue. He licked out the nectar of pleasure that his fingers had already brought to light. The tip of his tongue penetrated further into the elf's wet opening and made her moan.
Ravijel sat up and only felt the Dranei's nipples with the utmost concentration. She knew that she had to milk her, no matter what happened to her. Kruhl would probably have Finyra whip her, or do something worse to her if she was too late.
She swirled her tongue around the draenei's swollen nipple and some of the precious milk immediately escaped . The taste filled her mouth. A pleasant shiver ran through her battered body. At the same moment, the imp's tongue slid over her small, tightly closed rear entrance. He licked the little hole and the girl, in her ecstasy, struggled not to swallow the milk in her mouth.
Obediently she sucked the breast milk from the pregnant draenei's teats while the imp continued to lick her little holes . He enjoyed her taste, every twitch of her delicate body, whether from pain or pleasure, brought him further pleasure.
When Ravijel had sucked the first load of milk from the slave's teats, she humbly lowered it to her head and let it splash over her lips into the golden cauldron. She made sure that the precious milk was not contaminated with her spit.
Meanwhile the imp continued to lick her wet slit. He took a finger to help and dipped it into her anus. The girl moaned loudly and bit the pregnant woman's swollen nipple. She reared up slightly, but after years as a milk and broodmare she was unable to react any further. So she continued to let the elf suck her and squirted her breast milk into a woman's mouth, even though nature was actually intended for her own children.

By sucking on the mammary glands Ravijel quickly gained a large amount of milk. Much more than she normally got out of the elderly milking mare's breasts. But neither the blood elf nor the imp noticed this, who was now fucking her with a finger in her intestines while his tongue continued to lick her pleasure nectar from her vagina.
It was Finyra who came through a crack in the door observed scene. She smiled diabolically and thought about how she could incorporate this knowledge into her plans.

Pain combined with her emerging pleasure and Ravijel couldn't help but moan in excitement again and again. She gave in to her lust without meaning to, and every now and then she accidentally swallowed some of the Draenei mare's strangely delicious mother's milk.
She writhed under the demon's tongue strokes. She clung to the stable floor with her delicate fingers, while the strength in her muscles threatened to fail. Her body vibrated in an unnatural way and she surrendered completely to the humble and yet so tender treatment by Wyrn, the little imp who pampered her like no one else.
His tenderness and lust that he gave to her most intimate places offered, the slave passed on to the breasts of the milking mare. Her own tongue caressed Number 2's pale blue udders. She sucked and sucked on them as if she were her mother and lover. She enjoyed the warm finger in her intestines, exploring her and driving moisture into her.
Now and again, almost reluctantly, she stopped to pour the load of milk into the golden cauldron for her master. By now it was no longer just milk dripping out of her mouth. No, her own drool of pleasure mixed with the elixir of the milking mare.

Wyrn's lust increased immeasurably. Like him, Ravijel was only meant to serve. But his position above her now enabled him to live out his sexual desires, which had been kindled by the succubus for so long, on a being that he himself desired.
The petite body He liked the blood elf, her firm bottom tempted him and her taste beguiled him. So he decided to take the next step.
While the girl was sucking on the mare's milk teats and milking her in this way, he stood up again and positioned his little cock at the crack of her bottom. His cunning preparatory work led to her willingly opening up to him. Unlike the other demons, he needed familiar chains, not violence. He pushed into her tightest, most intimate hole, where no man had ever been before, and she wanted it.
The petite girl, with her blonde hair, the gold weights on her nipples and her pussy lips dangled, kneeling before him like a puppy and thrusting her ass towards him while he sank his little cock into her intestines. The imp hissed in delight. He pushed into her tight, warm channel, which wrapped around his manhood like a second skin. He fucked her that way. Pushed her horny rear hole with quick, powerful thrusts.

Ravijel groaned. For the first time in her life she was being fucked like this and she was enjoying it. Lust and lust had overcome the pain and humiliation. She was now just a lustful piece of flesh, which, guided by her urges, gave herself up to the imp's skillful thrusts.
Her lips sucked on the draenei's breasts. She no longer milked her, but now swallowed the juice herself. The imp seemed to literally fuck her brains out, it felt so good to feel his little cock inside her. The rocking of the weights tugging at her sensitive areas was no longer torture, in that moment all the pain turned into a cloud of pleasure.
Endless moments of pleasure passed until finally the The demon's lust within her took over, and she felt the hot juices of his loins rising and pouring into her intestines. The hot heat of his seed overwhelmed her. While he was pumping it into her, the girl also had a huge orgasm. She screamed her desire loudly into the stable. She gasped and groaned, finally collapsing to the ground as the strength drained from her hands. A dark veil covered her consciousness.
Her face splashed into the bowl of milk and wet it. Breast milk gushed into her mouth, nose and ears. Every opening was filled with it in an instant. Then the imp grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head out of the shell.
“Not so greedy,” laughed Wyrn, still euphoric from his climax and enchanted by the sight of the elf. The white cream dripped from her face and his hot cum dripped from her butthole. Stunned by her own orgasm, she lay in front of him with her buttocks held high, presenting him with her wet labia. He gave her a gentle slap on the ass, then he grabbed the golden cauldron and took it.
“I love it when a plan works!” he stated happily and brought the freshly milked milk to his master. Ravijel remained lying under the breasts of the newly milked pregnant woman. He had literally fucked her into unconsciousness.