Weekend Frolics – Chapter Four

"Can I just say – it's so fucking nice to have a getaway like this!"

Priya's voice sounded through the comfortably furnished room, accompanied by the cool clink of cuffs and the soft squeak of leather on leather. On the sofa across from her sprawled the scantily-clad figure of David, his dark eyes glancing about in mild interest – first over at her and her partner, and then down to the silent, leather-bound and muzzled pup kneeling beside him. It was a glance full of serene dominance: cool, calm, and completely composed.

"Sure is," he agreed, giving an amused tug on the chain that led down to the broad posture collar around Pup Trent's neck. "It's been a good while since I got to put my pup here in his place. You know, he gets pretty uppity, taking care of our little Aaron. It's almost like he forgets who and what he really is…"

Priya laughed and shook her dark head wryly at the drooping, almost completely concealed muzzle and the tightly drawn, paw-printed mitts encasing Trent's hands. "They really do get out of hand sometimes, don't they?" she returned – and with that, she finally glanced back down to the spanking bench before her. There her partner Melissa lay: completely naked, strapped and bound fast, her blonde hair tumbling messily down over her downcast face. "They're so lucky to have us around," Priya continued. "I know my busty heifer here thinks she's so superior to Charlotte. But really…"

She bent low, her golden-brown skin gleaming softly in the light as her fingers tightened in Melissa's hair and tugged firmly upward. "You're lower than even her, bitch. She's just a pants-pissing baby – but she's still human. You're not even that, are you? You're lower than her: just a dumb, brainless bimbo of a hucow. Needing her cunt to be bred… her leaky tits to be milked day in and day out…"

A sharp crack of flesh on flesh resounded, and the bound hucow jerked in her bonds, uttering a plaintive moan through the giant ballgag strapped tightly into her drooling mouth. Priya laughed – a sound full of lusty anticipation – and dealt her hucow's other buttock a corresponding smack. "Oh, you know it! And better yet, you get to be taken care of tonight with spectators. They're gonna get to watch me use you and train you like the dumb, milk-dripping cow you are. I bet that's gonna turn you on so fucking much, isn't it?"

Another animalistic moan escaped the bound Melissa as Priya's gloved fingers thrust into her exposed and clearly swollen pussy. "Oh, yeah," Priya exulted, with a smirk over at her fellow dom. "Look at that. She's ripe for it tonight, isn't she? David, you sure you don't want to breed her for me while we're here?" She smiled down into Melissa's staring eyes and drool-covered chin. "She's mine, after all. I can breed that cunt of hers with whatever bulls I want – wherever and whenever I think she needs it!"

"Ehh…" David gazed over in mild interest, then cast an affectionate glance down at his wide-eyed pup. "Sounds interesting – though maybe not tonight. But don't let me keep you from what you need to do, by all means! I'm interested to see how you handle a sub like her." He chuckled and jerked meaningfully on the chain in his hands, tugging his pup's head helplessly in his master's direction. "Might give me a few ideas for keeping this one in line, y'know?"

"Well, suit yourself!" Priya shrugged and turned back to the formidable suitcase behind her, bending down with a squeak of her latex-clad leggings. "I'm happy to show you a few tricks. Never know when you might want to become a farmer yourself. I mean, fuck – you've got a pup there already. Old MacDonald had to start somewhere, right?"

She straightened again, a curious bundle of equipment held in her gloved hand. Judging by David's politely uncomprehending glance and cocked head, he had little idea of what that maze of aluminum and rubber tubing represented. But a glance into the hooded eyes of his puppy boy would have shown a spark of shocked interest. Trent knew. He'd grown up in the country. He knew exactly what that equipment was…

And that someone was about to be milked. Mercilessly and relentlessly. By a literal milking machine.

"Mmggghhhhuuhhh?!" It was the bound Melissa, one wide eye peeping through the tangled mass of her hair. "Oh, you know it!" Priya laughed, and now the tubes were already connected and the electric plug secure in the nearby wall socket. "What, surely you didn't think I'd let my pathetic milk-cow suffer all weekend? Guess you were too busy taking care of our little baby to even look in the trunk!"

And with that, she flipped the switch, setting the pump whirring and the two open cups gasping for air. She bent low then: one gloved hand forcing Melissa's face upward, cheeks pinched between leather-clad fingers, and the other guiding the first ssshhh-ing cup up to the rosy, milk-tipped nipple. "Don't act so surprised – we both know you love this. So moo all you like, why don't you? Moo for me like the good, stupid hucow you are…"

"Mmmmuuuuhhhggghh…" It was as much in obedience to her mistress's commands as it was an involuntary reaction to the sudden tug of the second cup sucking itself tightly around her left nipple. The hucow writhed in place, her limbs clinking in their restraints. Now and again her head raised anxiously to stare at the transparent lines connecting her full breasts to the machine… watching in mute shame as they turned opaque from the creamy liquid trickling within… and then falling once more, worn with the strain and the humiliation of it all. "Mmmmmhhmmm…" she murmured now and again through her spittle-drenched ball gag. "Mmmmuuuhhhhmmmm…"

Though whether it was in relief, in obedience to her mistress's command, or in anticipation of something more to come… well, maybe not even the hucow could have said.

"See?" Priya smirked, glancing over at the obviously amused David and the pup still crouching at his feet. "Easiest thing in the world to deal with her. We both know she needs to be milked regularly – and Charlotte's not quite ready to take care of sucking her dry all by herself. So I came up with this!" She bent down once more into her suitcase, gesturing meanwhile at the white-stained lines and aluminum vessel into which Melissa's breast milk was emptying. "Sure, we could use one of those dumb little breast pumps they make for nursing moms – but where's the fun in that? I need something industrial. Something humiliating. Something made just for a pathetic hucow like her…"

"I see," David commented wryly, and now his glance turned speculatively down to his pup. "And you feed it to Charlotte in the morning, I take it? Do you have any left over, generally?"

"Sometimes," Priya nodded, her hands busily tightening a strap-on around her thighs. "Why? You want to feed some to your little Aaron? I'm sure we could-" "No, not just yet," David cut in, and now he was rising, his naked torso and bulging crotch now hanging right at his pup's eye level. "I'd like to make sure it's… well, that it's right for him first. Stay here, pup. Master's going to be right back in just a minute…"

Oh, he was, too. With a bowl in one hand and a devilish grin beneath his beard.

"When he's not a pup, Trent's always worried sick about whether Aaron's eating right," he smirked above the humming of the milker, as Priya shot an inquisitive glance at the bowl in his hand. "So I think… I think we'll let him take care of the taste-testing. Just fill this dish up whenever you're ready, why don't you?"

And so it was that, some fifteen minutes later, perhaps the most curious frolic of the entire weekend unfolded there in that same room. On one side stood the spanking bench, Melissa still bound and gurgling plaintively over the whirring hum of the milker still attached to her pendulous breasts. Behind her, thrusting with machine-like regularity, stood the figure of Priya – and with every thrust  into her hucow's dripping pussy, she dealt her naked, reddened flanks a sharp smack. "Oh, yeah… moo for me. Struggle all you like, you pathetic milkbag! Go on, do it-"

Across the room from those two knelt Trent: his muzzle partially removed, blushing face thrust down into the warm bowl of breast milk before him, his tongue giving a few tentative licks at the creamy foam. Behind him towered David, his hands applying liberal coats of lube to his swollen cock in preparation for entry. "You're going to lap up all of that," he murmured, and his pup let out a gurgling, milky yelp as he felt the tip of his partner's cock enter his vulnerable anus. "And maybe when you're done… well, maybe I'll give you something else to suck down, hmm? We both know you'd like that…"

And all the while… far away in the other end of the house, the two drowsy, sleeper-clad Littles snuggled closer, locked safely within the crib designated specifically for them. They were far too little for adult things, after all. No need for them to worry about the grownups. All they had to do was sleep: dribbling into the soft depths of their powdery pampers… sucking their comforting pacifiers… simply submitting and letting the grownups do whatever they wanted far, far into the night.

Because it was still the weekend, after all. And just like the adults, they too were enjoying this getaway immensely – in their own delightful way.

THE END