Let's Turn Master into a Slave Dairy Cow!
I didn't hesitate to check the uses and orientations of the restraint tools laid out there. As expected, they were all crude implements, far too lowly for adorning the elegant, beautiful body of Sylvia. 'Perfect.' But that was just by my standards. In this world, this kind of vulgarity was exactly right.
First, once Master had settled into her cow position, I adjusted the stall's chin rest to pin her head down, trapping her so she couldn't twitch. Then I secured her in place.
"Hnggh…"
While she was still out of it, she unwittingly surrendered her body to me in that orz position—a defenseless sight that was utterly adorable. I picked up a pair of leather cuffs from the provided restraints and fastened them around her hands as she lay prone. Seeing her slender wrists encased in tough leather, unable to move, gave off such a wicked thrill.
Next, I hooked chains from various spots in the stall onto the rings on the cuffs' outer surfaces. It looked just like a prisoner from the Joseon era locked in a cell with irons around their neck and wrists—bound in a classic mountain-climbing pose.
"Nng…!"
Sylvia squirmed a bit, the position clearly uncomfortable. When I rubbed her pale back, her furrowed brows softened right away. Pleased by her reaction, I fitted leather ankle cuffs on her legs too, chaining them up and locking metal shackles over her ankles. I thoroughly inspected her now completely immobilized form. Perfectly restrained.
'Good. Success.'
Next, I grabbed the milking machine with its attached bottles and examined it. With so many flat-chested folks around here, even the milking cups were small. Fine for just squeezing out milk if they were bigger than the areola, but for naughty play, they needed to cover the whole breast. Sadly, the provided ones couldn't fully envelop Sylvia's bountiful tits.
'…Gotta use what we've got.'
I blew air inside to create a vacuum and pressed the cup firmly against one of Sylvia's dangling udders. Once it clung without falling even after a shake, I attached the other to her second breast, then raised the milk tray underneath to support them from below. Naked except for the cow headband, chained in the stall with milking cups attached—she looked incredibly lewd, but something still felt missing.
"Ah."
I pulled out the "Clitoris Brush" from my pouch, something I'd bought but never used. A magic tool that polishes your clit to jewel-like shine—the description alone nearly made me burst out laughing. Might as well use the hole-cleaning brushes too. I slipped the urethra brush, pussy brush, and anal brush between my fingers like Wolverine and grinned.
Just a loyal slave doing his best to torment his Master within his abilities. I circled behind Sylvia's prone form and admired her like she was a feast. Tightly clenched anus and straight slit. I teased the brush tips against them, rolling gently, and her hips twitched away. Grabbing her waist with one hand stopped her cold, as if submitting unconsciously. Satisfied, I stroked her clenched labia with the brush, making her hips quiver and tremble.
'Whoops. Not the time. Before she wakes, I need to finish turning her into a dairy cow that can't resist or escape—restraint and pleasure both. Gotta surprise her when she comes to.'
Thanks to Sylvia, I was always happy, so I had to constantly ponder and refine how to please her tastes. Just a guess, but even D District male slaves wouldn't torment their owners beyond the provided options. This was a mana factory complex, after all, and the only magic tool for the erogenous zones was the milking machine. Meaning other noble cows were probably content with just intelligence seals, dehumanization into naked livestock, and basic milking.
Lame. 'I'll go one step further—milk our slave-cow Master while tormenting and cleaning her clit and three holes!'
Supplies lacked affection; livestock alone wasn't enough. With her human rights stripped, ownership was mine now—my call. Fuckable slave-livestock-cow. Nice ring to it. I nodded to myself, spread her labia slightly, and touched her clit with my empty hand. A demure pink pearl wrapped in its hood. Before peeling it back, I rubbed gently, clamping her twitching hips and yanking the hood up with my thumb to expose her sensitive little clit. A shiver rippled straight to her pelvis.
"Hnnnght…"
I pinched the bare clit, and she froze like she'd been shocked. Master's female body submitted instinctively. I released the exposed nub and pressed the Clitoris Brush against it, infusing mana. The brush magically adhered stickily to both sides.
'Last step.'
I spread her clenched labia wide and aimed the brushes slotted between my fingers. Urethra brush at the cute clit—wait, no: urethra brush for urethra, pussy brush for the winking entrance, anal brush for the tight pucker.
'Damn it!'
Wolverine hands couldn't angle the brushes right for insertion into the passages. Regrettable, but I undid the grip and inserted them one by one.
"Nnght…♡ Hnng…♡ Haaangh…♡"
I pushed the brushes deep so they wouldn't slip, attached the milk bottles to the IV-stand-like pole, and double-checked nothing was missing. All good. Milking prep complete. I activated the Clitoris Brush and hole-cleaning brushes. Soft, cilia-covered tendrils on the wands automatically plunged in and out of her urethra, pussy, and ass, scrubbing away with wet schlick-schlick sounds.
With all her sensitive spots stimulated at once, Sylvia drooled and whimpered "Hiihii," then quickly opened her eyes.
"Nng, hng, wheee, heung, haaaang……♡?"
"Awake, Sylvia?"
Her naked, prone, restrained body twisted her head up from the chin rest to look at me.
"Wha—what…♡? Hnngh…♡!?"
Light returned to her dazed eyes, focus sharpening. She tried to rise, but her limbs just rattled uselessly against the shackles and cuffs.
"Just moved you to the stall and chained you up while you slept, so relax."
"St-stall!? You mean… naaah♡!? Hng! My lower body, feels… weird…!? Hnngk♡, and my tits… haangh♡ something's attached…♡?"
Sylvia's lips twitched lewdly as her eyes sparkled with anticipation, even in her livestock pose. I gave her the explanation she'd crave, plus orders.
"Stuck cleaning brushes in your holes down there for fun, and milking cups on your tits, so relax your body. Don't tense up or they might pop off."
"Hii♡ Hiiing…♡ Got ittt♡ My clii…♡ too much, hiik♡ keeps… nibbling♡♡!"
Female juices squirted sloppily from her churned holes, dirtying the floor.
"You're loving it. So sloppy as always."
Sylvia seemed thrilled by the surprise livestock treatment right after waking. It made me grin too.
"Anyway, like you heard before passing out, you're my property now—no human rights. Gonna turn you into a proper slave-cow for milking, so play along."
"Huuu…♡ These brushes thrusting…♡ won't stop…♡ my pussy…♡ haaaang♡ hak♡ haak♡ What do… I do…? Heung♡"
Her eager support for her own livestock-ization filled me with pride. So Master-like, always attentive to her slave's conduct with noble grace.
"Put that cow headband on you while you slept? It's a Memory Seal Headband. Cliana made it, so you know better than me. Seals your intelligence, turns you into a real animal. Wanna try?"
Gulp…♡ Her swallow echoed like thunder. Sylvia's eyes glistened with masochistic hunger for the coming humiliation.
"Too much all at once in that capsule earlier, right? Sorry. This time, nice and gentle—let's become a slave-cow."
"Yeah…♡"
Her sweet voice filled me with satisfaction, then a great idea hit.
"Ah! Was gonna order you to seal your own memories, but this is better!"
"Whaa… what nowww~…♡"
I met her sparkling, expectant gaze.
"Hypnosis command. 「Seal your memories like a proper slave-cow—now!」"
Sylvia's gaping mouth curved into a V-smile. Perverted beauty's grin. The headband glowed faintly, her red eyes glazing briefly before clearing. She'd activated the self-seal magic tool.
"Mooo…?"
Her confident, haughty eyes softened into round, dopey ones. No trace of her usual sharpness as she flailed her immobilized body and tilted her head. Dumb, harmless face drooling at the mouth. Stroking her head, she beamed vacantly, nuzzling happily into my touch. Even with intelligence sealed, her deep-seated love for her slave remained—heartwarming.
Time to milk this good girl without delay. I started the milking machine. Brushes emerged inside the funnels, sweeping her nipples in sequence like a group beating.
"Huuueh!? Mooong…!!"
Her teats stiffened like an angry man's scalp, poking sharp. They twitched and flicked under the scrubbing torment, raging silently. But the relentless machine pestered on—what're you gonna do? Finally, milk burst out like tears—spurt!
Shudder…! Spluuurt—splurt—
"Hiiiing…♡ Heuuung…♡♡"
Her breast fronts bulged against the glass, smearing it with creamy white. Nipples battered tick-tick, milk sobbing out in huge quantities. Sylvia's toes clenched and wiggled in the stall, skin shivering from the milking pleasure. Intelligence down to speechless beast level, but still the cutest maso-bitch ever—her blissful expression in forced milking proved it.
"Gonna recharge the brushes and clit brush."
"Mooo…! Moo…!"
She whined as I pulled my stroking hand away to move behind. Felt like she'd cry if I took too long. I hopped into the stall quick, grabbed each whirring brush, infused mana, and tuned them stickier. Cranked up the peeled-clit brush too.
"Hiiiing…♡! Hiiiuung…♡♡!!"
Spluuurt—spluuuurt— spluuuurt—!
Done, I darted back into view and stroked her mooing head. Extra arm meant I could pet while feeding her fingers to suck. She slurped greedily, tits squirting milk harder.
"Ugh. You're the one being milked, Sylvia—don't act like a nursing baby."
"Mmmph♡ Chup♡ Shlurp…♡"
She even tongued my fingers sloppily. Milk bottle nearly full—I tried to rise to swap, but had to extract fingers first. Pulling back, she sucked harder, cheeks puffing. Forcing them out from her fierce glare-suck left her teary-eyed. Swapped the full bottle for empty on the stand, sat quick, and reinserted. She grinned through glistening eyes, sucking happily.
Ridiculous and lovable—I chuckled. Finger-sucking baby-beast squirting milk splurt-splurt, pussy juices squish-squish, she wasn't freed until late night.