The Lazy Cow and the Mechanical Maid
A tall woman with a jet-black bob cut that obscured her right eye. She wore work clothes over pale, lifeless skin and always maintained an expressionless, dry demeanor. Aside from her pallid complexion, she was physically superior to Gretel in every way—including the size of her breasts. She was Pinocchia, the other farmhand.
"Are you not finished yet?"
While Gretel had been slacking off and acting lazy under the guise of milking the cows, Pinocchia had finished her own chores and descended to the basement to complete the work Gretel had left undone.
"It’s almost full, look. Do you think milking is easy?"
It was true. Given that she was half-slacking, she wouldn't have had a leg to stand on if she were fired, but there were two reasons why Gretel could get away with such blatant dereliction of duty. The second, most important reason was that no one else could handle the cows with such affection and skill, producing milk of such high quality. The first reason—which was far more significant—was simply that Gretel was the daughter of the farm owner, Robin Hood. In truth, because of her own capabilities, she could have gone to any other farm or ranch, or even worked as a shepherd on her own and lived just fine, but because of her father, she had no reason to worry about her next meal.
"I’ve finished everything else, so let’s just finish this quickly and rest. It’s unpleasant when you use milking as an excuse to dump all the other work on me."
"Hey, I usually do your share of the work, don't I? I only act like this when I'm milking."
"That is why I only pass on the farm owner's messages and don't get angry. Anyway, let’s just fill this and go play. I will help you."
Gretel’s eyebrows furrowed in displeasure at the mention of lending a hand, but no further harsh words escaped her lips. If any other bitch tried to lay a hand on Hansel, it would be an attempted theft of her male and her property. But that woman was an exception. She touched Hansel’s cock and smeared semen on herself with purely clinical, business-like detachment, devoid of any affection. So, sharing him to some extent was acceptable.
"It’s not even coming out at the premium rate. Do you have some special method?"
"Then shall we use this, which we haven't used until now?"
A steel spike protruded from the palm of Pinocchia’s right hand. The tip was blunt, and since it had emerged from her palm, it wasn't particularly thick, but it was more than enough to serve as a weapon.
"Hey, are you trying to kill Hansel with tetanus?"
"Touch it. This is not metal. And I clean it thoroughly every day."
Though suspicious, Gretel traced the spike with her fingers, pressed it, scratched it with her fingernails, and then gripped it to wipe it down. In an instant, her expression shifted from doubt and distrust to surprise.
"What is this? It looks like matte metal, but it’s not real iron or anything like that? Yet it’s so hard and sturdy."
"I know it as a... polymer-reinforced compound. I don't know the exact composition. What is certain is that it contains absolutely no metals like iron, mercury, copper, gold, or silver."
"Still, apply lubricant before you put it in."
"Rest assured, I have brought some."
"Hngh... ahhh..."
Ignoring Hansel, who was caught between the whirring of the machine and the confusing, agonizing, yet pleasurable sensation of constant ejaculation signals flooding his body despite no semen actually being produced, Gretel and Pinocchia chatted away. Pinocchia took charge of the rear, and as for the front...
"It won't be long now, Hansel. Just hold on a little longer. I’ll make all that pain and suffering fly away."
Slide. Sss-thwip.
Gretel pulled down the panties that had been covering her crotch. They were simple, pale pink cotton underwear without any lace, featuring only a small ribbon of a deeper shade of pink in the center. She gripped both ends with her hands and slowly pulled them down, past her thighs and knees, sliding them off her left foot and then her right, before waving them in front of Hansel’s face. The part that had been in direct contact with her pussy was clearly damp with moisture. Gretel pulled the panties over Hansel’s face so that the dampest part—the part that had just been touching her—was pressed directly against his nose and mouth. She pushed them just enough so that only half of his lips remained exposed.
"Hnnngh... hhh..."
With the damp fabric pressed against his nose and mouth, the air he inhaled and exhaled passed through the filter soaked in her aek. Whether it was like inhaling a drug, Hansel’s body trembled violently, and his breathing grew ragged. To make matters worse, Gretel pulled out a peniban. It was a thin, heart-shaped plate that curved and lengthened from the pussy, past the perineum, to the sharp tip at the anus. Two cock-shaped dildos faced opposite directions, and a smaller dildo was attached further down to be inserted into the wearer's own anus.
"Haa, ugh."
She pushed the two dildos all the way into her pussy and rear, then tied the straps around her thighs and waist. This way, she could mimic a man with a cock to her heart's content without fear of it slipping out. While the other parts were made of hard material, the balls were made of thin leather filled with bouncy little beads, making it remarkably similar to the real thing, even swaying when she moved.
"I'm starting."
Whirrrrrrrrrr.
She turned the intensity of the milking machine—which was struggling to extract semen that wasn't even coming out of Hansel’s cock—down to the lowest setting. Stimulating the cock itself was meaningless now. For the final milking, it was better to focus on somewhere other than the already overstimulated cock. Gretel grabbed Hansel’s hair with both hands. Then, she forcefully shoved it into Hansel’s mouth.
"Hnnngh! Mmmph! Gnnngh! Mmmph!"
"Going in."
Thwack!
In the front, the dildo of the peniban Gretel had equipped entered Hansel’s mouth, and in the back, the pile bunker that had emerged from Pinocchia’s right palm—now just a dildo—entered his anus. Then, the rhythmic thrusting began.
Squish! Squish! Squish! Squish! Squish! Squish!
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!
Two dildos moved back and forth through Hansel’s front and back. When one entered, the other exited. When one exited, the other entered. While the front part occupying his mouth was detailed like a real cock—complete with a mushroom-like head and curves—the one invading his rear was a straight, blunt rod. But both were identical in the fact that they were forced into Hansel’s body to extract pleasure by force.
"Mmmph! Gnnngh! Hnnngh!!!"
Between the attack of the dildo pushing deep into his throat, making it hard to breathe, and the attack of the dildo pressing deep into his rear, forcibly hitting his pleasure switches, Hansel’s reason was bleached white. The white of snow piled up on a cold winter day, the white of cotton to make padded clothes to endure the winter. It was a void of pure white that belonged to neither. There was no cold, no warmth—only pleasure, nothing but pleasure.
Transparent tears flowed from his blue eyes, and red blood vessels became vivid against the whites of his eyes. The clear blue was gradually fading. His eyes rolled back completely, and he was on the verge of losing his mind in a pleasure so intense he was about to faint. Especially when the dildo deep in his rear pressed firmly against his prostate.
"Hnnngh!!!!"
"Doesn't it feel good, Hansel? I love it too. Let’s keep loving each other like this, okay? ♥ Yeah ♥ Mmm, yeah ♥♥"
Gretel responded as if to harmonize with Hansel’s near-scream.
"You two have such a lovely relationship."
Pinocchia mocked the scene while dryly shoving the lubricated dildo into Hansel. Gretel didn't care whether that bitch mocked her or not. As long as she didn't get in the way. For the sake of her love, Gretel moved her hips diligently. Every time she pushed the peniban deep inside, her lower abdomen, where her navel was, collided with the bridge of Hansel’s nose through the panties covering his face. Through the colliding skin, he could smell the jasmine scent of the lotion Gretel must have applied after washing yesterday, and the salty tang of the sweat she had shed while working. Because the panties soaked in her aek were constantly touching his nose, his dulled sense of smell was reawakened. Along with his sense of smell, his entire body’s pleasure nerves awakened. Faced with the stimulation of the dildo pressing deep against his prostate and the act of the other dildo painting his throat with pleasure, Hansel’s cock, which had seemed so exhausted that no more semen could possibly come out, trembled once more.
That spasm traveled through Hansel’s entire body and was felt by Gretel, who was thrusting into his mouth, and by Pinocchia, who was thrusting from behind.
"That’s it, Hansel. Cum for me!"
"Please cum. Only then can we finish today's work and go rest."
A melting, coquettish voice and a flat, emotionless voice. They didn't match, but they formed a harmony that urged Hansel to ejaculate.
"Hnnngh!!!!"
He had long since abandoned his reason. Hansel, now a creature no better than livestock panting and ejaculating, spewed out fresh semen freshly made in his balls, filling the milk container to the brim. And at the same time as Hansel’s ejaculation—
Gretel took her left hand, which had been holding Hansel’s head, brought it behind her own buttocks, reached between her legs, and squeezed the ball-sack part of the peniban. While the other parts were clearly just imitations of a cock, the only part that felt real—hanging low and containing something that swayed inside—was the ball-sack. As Gretel applied pressure, fwoosh! Fwoosh! Fwoosh! The sweet, nutty nutritional supplement—a mixture of recovery potions, tonics, and all sorts of things good for the body and vitality stored inside—shot through the urethra-like passage inside the peniban and poured into Hansel’s mouth. Even though Hansel didn't make a swallowing motion, it was poured directly into his throat, so it flowed down his esophagus into his stomach before he could even taste it properly.
Hansel, trembling from his final ejaculation, collapsed with an expression as if pink hearts had popped into his clouded blue eyes. The violet nutritional supplement he hadn't been able to swallow dripped out of Hansel’s mouth.
"Ahehehe... hehehehe..."
"Phew. That’s it for today. You worked hard today too, Hansel. See you this evening."
While Pinocchia closed the lid of the full milk container and cleaned up by removing the milking machine, Gretel took care of Hansel, wiping his body with a wet towel. One part of that process involved Gretel sucking up the nutritional supplement Hansel had spilled from his mouth onto the floor and passing it to him through a kiss. Slurp. Slurp. Chuu-rr-p. The supplement Gretel gathered in her mouth went into Hansel’s mouth without a drop left, and down his throat again. It looked like harsh milking and abuse, but at its root, it was filled with infinite affection and love. That was why Gretel was happy. A happy farm life where there was no threat to her life, where she was provided with a comfortable bed, and where she could eat the best meals. The bed she lay on, entrusting her body to it, showed everyone the perfect dream tailored just for them. A pleasant dream from which she had no desire to wake.
"I love you, Hansel."
An ideal world where one didn't need to care about anyone else's gaze. A paradise within a dream. A place good to abandon reality and sleep forever. She abandoned the harsh reality and always fell into a comfortable dream. She erased herself in the outside world called reality and painted herself in the dream vividly. Into an eternal dream from which she could not wake, and did not need to wake. Endlessly, endlessly.