Dairy farmer in World of Warcraft ch 3

It had been a few days since I acquired my night elf, and in that time, a few things had changed. First were the basic hooks I had fashioned, from which my two cows now hung. This not only freed up some space but also made milking them easier.

I had learned that the draenei was called Zola, and the night elf was called Alora. Zola was just as mad as ever, so I decided to have the collar remain on her at all times.

As for Alora—well, that was interesting.

Flashback:

Wiping the sweat from my brow, I looked towards my work. It was nothing much, just some basic hooks I had put into the wall, but they would serve their purpose well.

Picking up some bedding I acquired from the extra bags, I took the blanket and cut holes in it so that I could hang it on the hooks behind the cow that would hang here. Since I really did not want them to grow ill or too cold, I wasn’t completely heartless. Wrapping some cloth around the hooks themselves so that it would not press into their flesh too badly, I turned towards the two of them, deciding who would be the first.

As I looked at Zola’s glaring eyes, I smirked. Well, she was the first; can't break tradition. Yet, there was a problem. The way she was tied up right now, I could not hang her correctly. My eyes turned towards the night elf. I had to remove the collar from her.

I had not done so yet, seeing no reason to. I approached her and rechecked the binding. Once I was satisfied, I took a deep breath and reached for the collar. I removed it and jumped back, yet all she did was simply slouch, not even turning her head towards me or speaking.

That’s... interesting. Walking into her range of vision, I could see her look at me for a moment before she simply looked away. Okay, that was unexpected. Shaking my head, I approached Zola, who, upon seeing me approach with the collar, tried to scoot away and fight me. Yet, as I put my weight on her and held one of her horns, I was able to reapply the collar on her, at which point she went slack.

Untying her, I picked her up and put her on the hooks—two of which went under her armpits and two under her knees, spreading her legs. Once she was there, I went about retying her, this time securing her to the hooks themselves.

Stepping back, I looked at my handiwork. Well, it was a bit crude, but I am not a master at this stuff, so it looked alright to me. Approaching her, I gave all the bindings a few tugs and retied them where they became loose too easily.

Satisfied, I turned towards the night elf woman. “What do you think? In fact, what’s your name?” I know I probably shouldn’t do it, but I couldn’t just keep calling her night elf; even cows on farms have names.

“Alora, my name is Alora,” she said softly, looking at Zola and the hooks next to her with some trepidation. She turned her pleading eyes towards me. “Please, don’t put me there. I won’t disobey, please. I do not care what you do to me; just please, I don’t want to be hurt… not again,” she finished so softly that I almost did not hear her.

Again? What? “Hmm, what was that?” I asked her as I stepped closer to her. As she turned her eyes to me, I could see tears leaking from them. What the hell?

“Please, don’t hurt me. I will obey. Please don’t hurt me… I will obey, please don’t hurt me,” she kept repeating while crying her eyes out.

What the hell?

Flasback end.

From what I later learned, this wasn’t the first time she had apparently been captured; she had fallen captive to Satyrs who had, eh... enjoyed her thoroughly before she was rescued.

Unable to cope with what had happened to her and quite desperate for money since she had no one to help her, she joined the fight against Warsong. Funny enough, I captured her during her first fight.

So, the time between her capture at the hands of the Satyrs, being freed, and joining the offensive against Warsong is not that long. Hence, the scars of her previous captivity and the tender mercies she received at the hands of the Satyrs are quite fresh.

In an effort to avoid being tortured like she was with them, she chose to become obedient, hoping that I would see no reason to abuse her. And she wasn’t exactly wrong about that. I don’t really derive pleasure from casual violence.

As demonstrated by Zola’s attitude, I would rather just not deal with it than attempt to punish her in an effort to break her or something similar.

In any case, it was a new day, which meant it was time to milk my cows. I am currently doing it twice a day: once in the morning and once before bed. While Zola has a lot more milk, the continued milkings seem to have increased Alora’s output as well.

Standing and stretching, I get my containers and approach Alora, who begins to stir at my approach. She opens her eyes and, seeing me approach, simply closes them again without saying anything.

Gently massaging her udders for a moment, I begin to slowly and gently milk her. Initially, she remains silent. After a few moments, soft gasps escape her, which makes me smirk and stop milking her for a bit. This action makes her open her eyes and look at me.

"Moan for me," I say to her, causing her cheeks to darken from embarrassment. This widens my smirk into a grin. I softly caress her breast and begin to play with the nipple while leaning in and nipping at her neck. "Come now, you know you want to. There is no shame in enjoying it," I whisper softly to her.

The next time I squeeze her breasts harder, causing some milk to spurt out, a soft moan escapes her. "Good girl," I praise her, increasing her embarrassment.

As one of her breasts grows empty, I turn to the other one, playing with it for a moment before giving it a long and deep squeeze, causing a lot of milk to escape at once. This draws a much louder and longer moan from her, considerably hardening my cock.

As her second breast draws empty, I put down the containers. Bending over, I take her nipple in my mouth and give it a hard suck, making her moan beautifully. Drawing out the last few drops of her milk, it has a different taste. A freshness of sorts, alongside a minty flavor. I quite enjoy it. Finished with one, I turn to the other, while my hand travels down her stomach and arrives at her pussy.

I begin to gently caress her outer lips, while my middle finger ghosts across the surface, not going deeper. Her breathing grows more labored, and the moans continue.

Placing my other hand on her breast, I begin to gently caress it and play with the nipple. I lay kisses and little bites across her collarbone and neck.

Continuing this, after a while she breathes out, "Please…" in a needy, breathless voice.

"Please, what?" I tauntingly speak in her ear softly. "If you do not tell me, I don't know what you want."

"Mas-… Master… please… more." That was another thing, she had begun to call me master, and I have to say I really liked that.

"Hmmm?" I simply hummed in her ear, not willing to let it go. To give her some more incentive, I let my middle finger travel deeper, and my thumb ghosts across her clit.

"Please… Master… fuc-… fuck me." She finally surrendered. I turned her head to look at me, triumph shining in my eyes as I closed the distance between us. Just before our lips touched, I spoke softly. "Good girl." And kissed her. Her mouth instantly surrendered to me, letting my tongue have free rein over hers.

I pulled out my rock-hard cock and gave her pussy a few slaps. Since it was always nice to knock before entering, I slowly slid in. I must say, despite her being used by Satyrs, she was quite tight. Her pussy walls wrapped around me nicely, pulsing and attempting to draw me in further.

As I bottomed out, I gave a few sharp, small thrusts, swallowing her moans at that. Before slowly pulling out and going back in as I broke our lip lock and looked into her hooded, needy eyes.

She bit her lower lip, making me give a sharper thrust at that. I took both her breasts in my arms and enjoyed squeezing and toying with them to my heart's content before I took both her nipples and gave them a few squeezes, which made her moan loudly.

Her pussy flexed around me at that, her nipples had grown quite sensitive from all the milking. In fact, I could bring her to orgasm just by toying with them. A cruel glint shone in my eye as I gave them both a sharp thrust.

Enjoying the pain-filled moan she released and the way her pussy clenched around my cock. "Ahhnnn… Master… please… more." The little slut enjoyed it!

Unable to help myself and unwilling to torment myself either, I began to thrust much faster and deeper, thoroughly enjoying her moans and pleading for more. Until finally, I gave one last deep thrust, bottoming out in her and releasing my load as her orgasming pussy walls milked me for all I was worth.

I leaned against her and kissed her lovingly. Despite my better judgment, I was starting to grow quite fond of her.

"Did you enjoy that?" I asked as my lips ghosted across hers. She leaned further to try and capture them, but I leaned back.

Seeing as I wouldn't let her resume, she leaned back and looked at me with a satisfied look. "Yes, Master. I enjoyed it. Thank you for using me." I had made her say that the first time, and while she was terribly embarrassed, she did it, and now she gladly admitted it.

Putting the clothing back around her to prevent her from growing cold, I secured her milk and took new empty containers before approaching Zola. As I began to get ready to milk her, I frowned. Despite enjoying her current state, I needed the collar.

With a deep, regretful sigh, I removed it. Once she realized she was free of it, she began to glare at me and attempted to curse through the gag. So much for my good mood. Unable to help myself, I slapped her across the face, stunning her momentarily and causing her to look at me with wide eyes.

"Enough. Why couldn’t you be more like Alora? She is a good girl," I said, narrowing my eyes as an idea came to mind. I uncovered her udders. Even at a glance, I could see they were full of milk, bloated to the point that a few drops had started to escape her nipples.

Rummaging around, I found what I was looking for – some string. Giving her a cruel grin, I began to tie it around her nipples, causing her eyes to widen. "Since you hate being milked so much, I won’t do it. And since I don’t want you leaking all over the place, we have to tie them off." As I finished tying off her second nipple, I flicked them both, drawing a muffled scream from her.

Turning toward Alora, I noticed her gazing fearfully at Zola and me. When she saw me looking her way, she swallowed heavily under my gaze. Slowly approaching her, I raised my hand and began to caress her cheek, which she leaned into.

"You are a good girl, so I won’t need to do the same to you, right?" I asked her with a dark smirk. "No-o, I will be a good girl, Master," she replied hastily.

I smiled gently at her and kissed her forehead. "Good girl." Turning around, I ignored Zola’s muffled voice and walked outside. There was work to be done.

Alora:

Zola