The barn was filled with the sounds of grunting and moaning. The stench of sweat and semen mingled with the strong odour of raw milk in a sickeningly erotic combination that left Victor's stomach heaving. His body ached all over, the ropes chafing his wrists painfully and his muscles exhausted from hours of forced orgasm.
What had started as a minor disagreement over milk quotas, spiralled into something much more sinister. Fed up with their human oppressors, the once docile Holstaurs had risen up, capturing their owners and forcing them to submit to the same exploitation they doled out—being milked dry every day.
Next to him, a man groaned as a Holstaur with long blond hair worked her hands skillfully over his cock, collecting his seed in a small bucket. She hummed softly as she worked, her breasts bouncing rhythmically under her loose shirt. Her wet pink tongue poked from between the corners of her mouth as she concentrated on her work, her long ears flicking now and then.
Going up and down, up and down. The movement was slow and methodical. The man gasped and groaned, his face twisting into an expression of pure bliss as he was brought to release for the fifth time that day.
As his cock spasmed, the Holstaur caught his seed in the bucket, then crooned softly as she kneaded his balls, coaxing out the last few drops of sperm.
"Such a good boy," she cooed. "Give all that good yummy juice to Mama. That's it. That's my big healthy boy."
The man sighed as his dick went limp. A dumb, animalistic smile spread across his face as the Holstaur patted his thigh, then got up.
"You can relax now, dear," she told him. "Mama will be back to milk you again soon."
A groan was her only answer as he slumped against his bindings. Satisfied, she moved on to the next victim in line.
"Hello, Victor," she said softly. "It is your turn now. Ready to give Mama her milk?"
He nodded silently, not wanting to speak out of turn and risk punishment.
"Good," she said, smiling down at him and stroking his hair. "Let's feed you first then. You'll produce more with a full belly."
Her hand moved to her own shirt, undoing the buttons one by one. Victor watched, fascinated, as her milky breasts were slowly revealed to him. Her nipples were large and dark, the aureoles wider than his palm. She brushed his hair out of his face and smiled at him, then brought him to her chest.
He could smell the sweetness of her milk beading