A Game of No Hands Chapter 50

Stella and Steph bounded up the stairway to the third floor, bounding up the steps three at a time. They’d meant to come right back, but the Mistress had wanted help with her gown and then commanded them to clean the bedroom while they made lunch. Further, the Mistress had trapped them within the folds of her gown and told them to clean her cock while they were at it. They couldn’t refuse that, not when it smells so good. Then there had been a few more orders for them to complete. Angelica and the milking room had only reentered their minds once they completed their Mistress given tasks. Neither Stella nor Steph were really aware of how long it been other that it been way too long.

A white creamy fluid leaked beneath the door of the Milking Room.

“Oh no! Did she pop?” Stella squeaked as they pawed frantically at the door.

“Angelica are you okay?” Steph called out.

“MmmmmMMMOoooooooo.” Answered through the door.

They steadied themselves enough to grasp the door handle and flung it open. A small river of milk rushed over their foot paws. Internally Stella winced at the prospect of cleaning this up but barreled into the room anyway, milk splashing beneath their paws.

“Angelica!” Their voices climbed to a pearl clutching pitch as they laid eyes on their punished lover before laughing with both relief and well, Angelica’s situation.

“Moooooo?” Angelica lifted her bovine head and flicked her still feline ear. Her fur, while still maintaining the pink and purple spots on black had turned from plush to shaggy, with a great mop of it falling in her eyes like a Scottish coo. A huge multi colored tuft on the end of a long whiplike tail swatted at non existent flies. She had front hooves but rear paws at the end of legs that were spindly combination of feline and ungulate. Manacles with snapped chains decorated the ankles as they splayed wide over an udder so titanic that two pairs of Steph and Stella would fit comfortably within it. Two teats as thick as the maids’ arms fountained finger thick streams of milk out either side and onto the floor. Her breasts were each nearly as large, each with four slightly smaller teats of their own. The pen’s side walls were bent over by the massive weight of all that milk. On those massive mammaries Angelica floated, her forelimbs still secured to the front rail, that and her splayed out wings had probably saved her from rolling over.

“Moo wow.” Stella shook her head and looked up at the milking machine, all of its little cylinders had retracted back into the chandlier. “You must have blown all those suckers off your teats.”

“Not sure how we’re going to get them back on now. And even if we can, I think she’s got more than enough milk to fill it at least twice.” Steph giggled as they splashed toward her.

Angelica mooed sleepily as the pair approached and stepped up onto the landing.

“See?” Stella cooed as they pet the length of her muzzle, “You make for a very good pet cow. A very very productive cow. Arn’t you proud?”

“Mooooooooo!” Angelica bellowed happily.

A booming cackle came from the doorway, “Nak-nak-nak! So this is why you wore that rain slicker of dress today!”

“Mistress!” Steph and Stella yipped, their tail curling between their legs. “We can explain.”

“What have you done to our poor putty kat?” Tina held up the hem of her sparkly black gown and held her tail high as she strode between the stalls, still chuckling.

“We found her like this.” Steph said while Stella declared “We punished her!”

They glared at each other.

“So which is it? Tell your queen the truth.” Tina’s expression darkened as she took in the scene, crossing the arms that weren’t holding up the hem of her dress.

“We punished her for dog braining us.” Steph pouted. “Stella’s still sore about that.”

“Mistress she deserved it!” Stella insisted, her ears crawling hot spider feet. “She has to feel what she put us through! At least a little bit.” Her voice trembled. “Every time we surfaced, we’d be pushed under again. It was scary. Aren’t you mad at her for all the things she made you do?”

Tina shook her head. “A little but only on your behalf. You made her take the pet card. Isn’t that enough revenge?”

“No.” Stella’s eyes glanced over the wreckage of the room and guilt nibbled at her righteous indigence. “I-I… want to trust her again. I thought if we put her through what she did or gave her a change she really doesn’t like then… I could forgive her because then she’d know how it felt.”

Tina loomed over them, her jaw set and eyes stern. “And do you forgive her now? Now that you’ve used magic outside the game that you don’t understand and didn’t even stay to monitor.” A rumble of a growl slipped into Tina’s voice as she spoke.

“I told her I would so… yes?” Stella said as they trembled before their mistress.

“We read the instructions!” Steph whined. “We hadn’t planned to be gone very long. You gave just alot of things to do and, and…”

“So are you telling me this is my fault?” Tina asked with a single heavy snort and a tiny smirk.

“Oh no mistress.” Both protested. “We’re-”

Tina cut them off with a heavy hand being placed on both of their heads.

“Bad. Bad Girls. Very very bad girls.”

Each word stung like a slap. Both Stella and Steph whined like a pair of kicked puppies. Tears welled up in their eyes as they sniffled. Stella fought against the guilt that strained against all the barrier she’d constructed as she’d planned this. All of the doubts she’d filed away, the way Angelica’s struggles had twisted her stomach. It hadn’t been nice, it been mean. Wasn’t that the point? It was supposed to be mean.

“You should have at least told me. That wasn’t safe, especially while you're on shift.” Tina scolded in that low rumble, “I’m very disappointed in both of you.”

The big D word broke the dam, and they let out wails of sadness as they crumpled down to their knees. “We’re sorry Mistress!” Their tears wet their faces as the milk soaked into their leg fur. “Please don’t dismiss us! We’ll be good. We’ll be good girls.” They sobbed, the possibility of being cast out of the presence of their mistress made their shared heart quaver. Part of Stella knew that last bit was the work of the compulsion but it didn’t make the terror of finding a new mistress or master any less vivid. Who else could they trust to hold their leashes? Who would cuddle them in the night? Or toy with them in a supermarket?

The mistress gave a gentle laugh. “Angelica refused to read our comfort levels but you were never in any physical danger. Hooking her up to this thing could have gone very wrong. We’re all playing this game roughly, but that comes with bumps and scrapes. We understand that. Your both going to forgive her now. If you are going to initiate any more punishments you are going to tell me.”

“Yes mistress.” Stella sniffled, then meowed.

“We’ll never do it again.” Steph swore.

“Good girls.” A broad wet tongue licked both of their inner cheeks at once. Then she plucked them up from the ground and cradle them like a pair of conjoined children. Stella, bawling, buried her face in the fabric of her dress while Steph licked apologetically at Tina’s neck. As a man, Stella had cried very rarely but once the dam had broken it was difficult to stop. Now she found it no easier.

The mistress patted their back and giggled that animal laugh. “Told you that you’d cry if I called you a BG.”

“Because I was a bad girl!” The admission made both her and Stella gasp before their sobs redoubled.

“We’re bad maids too!” Steph howled. “We made a mess!”

“Heheheeeh.” The sheer mischief in their mistress’ laugh made them both pause in the misery. “Fortunately, you both get to enjoy cleaning it up. Now stop that crying and attend to our poor pet.”

Given the direct order, both Steph and Stella took a breath, swallowed down their sobs. Although their eyes continued to water as Tina set them down. They went immediately to the platform in front of Angelica and stroked her massive muzzle. The large eyelids fluttered before partially opening.

“Sorry Angelica.” Stella whispered.

“We got carried away.” Steph said, their eyes flicked to each other and they nodded with unspoken agreement.

“We forgive you, we hope your not angry. We love you.” They said, bending so Stella could groom the fur of Angelica’s muzzle.

After a few laps, Angelica let out a happy, “Mooooooo!” Then asking, “Moooo! Mooeeat. Mooomprised Mew mow mmrreeeat.” The blend of cow, feline and human sounds made her words nearly incomprensible.

“You promised her a treat?” The Mistress asked.

“Hours ago.” Steph said.

“Give it to her.” Mistress said, pulling the canvas treat bag from her dress and making as if she were about to toss it.

Yet Steph and Stella had something else in mind when the call buzzer interrupted them and the order snapped them back into that mindset. They hopped up onto the railing, swung thier legs over it and scissored open their thighs.

Angelica’s dull eyes starred at their sex, big nostrils flaring. Stella couldn’t blame Angelica if she wasn’t interested, after that heart to heart with Tina they didn’t feel aroused at all, merely drained. Angelica’s muzzle surged beneath their plastic skirt. They cried like a suprised pair of cats and dogs as that thick rubbery tongue ran across their trifolded sex with a strength that nearly pushed them from the railing.

“Moooo!” Angelica bellowed as she pulled back, smacking her heavy lips, savoring the flavor before diving back in. Bracing themselves this time they experienced the savage strength of that tongue as it swept across their folds. On the third lick, Stella and Steph were back in the mood, grabbing hold of Angelica horns and grinding their spade against her leathery nose. With a toss of her head, Angelica lifted the pair clear off the railing and dropped them onto curve of her inflated breasts.

Steph and Stella’s weight caused the milk to erupt from the nipples of each breast causing Angelica to moan and moo with pleasure before dipping back between their legs. Hooking their arms across the railing and wrapping their legs around Angelica’s broad neck they avoided slipping down into the cavernous cleavage. They both howled as Angelica smashed their sex with her broad tongue, penetrating their folds.

Stella cried out, “Oh Mrowl! Its soooo-”

“Thick!” Steph finished as the warm muscle twisted inside of them, whether by accident or design, applying vigorous pressure to their deep clit as it waggled back and forth inside them. Meanwhile the dexterous lips worked their pussy’s outer edges. And something tingled beyond the reach of the tongue, the sensation traveling up to curl around their breasts just inside the skin.

“Wait thats-”

“Maaaagic!”

A orgasm ripped up through them, they opened their mouths in breathless screams as their dress stretched tight to accomiate the rapid growth of their ten tits. The plastic strained audibly around their body.

“Oooh is our cow not quite as far gone as someone thought she was?” Tina laughed as she busied herself squeezing the milking tubes over Angelica’s breast nipples, “Are we going to count this as a pair of cows or a herd of three?”

Steph and Stella were too busy riding the tongue to hear the taunts. Like their tentacles but thicker, stronger. They both were trying to grapple with the magic but were undone as Angelica switched tactics, the tongue thrust in, curled up around their pelvis and pulled out, raking its pebbled surface across their clit. Sending the pair soaring with every stroke.

“Muh-muh-muh!” Steph bit her lip as incredible pressure built up in their breasts. Desperately she fought to hold off the orgasm which would trigger the magic. It was like trying to stop a breaking dam with a single finger.

“Mrreeeoow.” Stella moaned, as the seams of their dress started giving way. “Mmmmm-”

“Mmmmmooooo!” They bellowed as their dress exploded, releasing the ten basket ball sized tits to jiggle out everywhere as scraps of plastic fluttered through hair. Each nipple sprayed out droplets of milk. In addition, each of the sisters had grown tiny horns from their temples.

They sagged back, releasing Angelica’s neck, their wide hips immediately sunk into the cleavage between the two titanic breasts and out of reach of that wonderful tongue. As they moaned insensately, Angelica mooed proudly through her wet muzzle.

“Good cow.” Tina rubbed Angelica’s head before giggle-sighing. “Although you just made even more work for your mistress.”

“Mmmmooooooo.” Angelica responded, laid her head on her left breast and closed her eyes.

“Unrepentant.” Tina smiled to herself as she turned her attention back to Steph and Stella, who looked like a set of ten giant tits with a set of pawed arms with them sunk hip deep into Angelica’s cleavage. With all those titties pressed up like that, Tina could only see the tips of their ears. Tina reached down beneath those arms and pulled the pair of them free. Kicking the fallen pen wall away, she set them down on raised metal floor of the second pen.

Stella and Steph immediately fell down onto their knees, only Tina’s hand’s prevented them from toppling forward beneath the weight of their milk heavy breasts. Leaning them back, Tina connected each of their nipples to the second over head milker. Steph and Stella mewed, barked and mooed all at once as the milker drained away their suddenly acquired load.

“Stay upright.” Tina commanded.

Nodding, the pair leaned back to brace their paws against the floor. Their arms shook but held as Tina let them go. She studied the scene before her as her own hands drifted toward her own psuedo cock as pressed against the fabric of her dress. The scent of the milk and arousal, the soft moans of the others and the steady pulsing quirts of liquid filling the chamber were all making it difficult to focus on the problem.

And Tina knew she had to focus, she was the only one left after all. She had to fix this. Angelica’s massive udder teats remained uncapped and were fueling the growing river of milk leaving the room. I could just… stick both of those teats in my mouth, she thought to herself, then forced a laugh to dismiss the idea.

“Steph, Stella.” She grunted.

“Yes moooostress.” They answered, already their breasts had visibly shrunk and the pair no longer looked like they’d collapse under the weight of their breasts.

“Be a sweet pair of good girls and plug up Angelica’s big teats.” Tina said, licking her chops.

With twin nods the pair pushed back up to two feet and let out deep moos as their overlarge breasts swung from the movement. Slowly, they edged their way behind Angelica, the hoses of the milking machine pulled taunt as they spooled out to accommodate the movement. The teat cups stretched each breast cone shape but remained stubbornly attached as Steph and Stella pulled against them.

Watching them struggle to obey made Tina ache in her deepest parts. She placed two of her hands in her maw and bit down on them to suppress the urge to seize the pair’s wagging tail and rail them up against Angelica’s bovine bottom.

One by one, Stella and Steph pulled at each milk line to give themselves a bit of slack to work with. Then they knelt and gathered one of Angelica’s arm thick teats up under one arm.

“Muh-muh-Moooooooooo!” Angelica moaned as they dragged the still fountianing nipple with them until the second was within reach. Once they captured both, they stopped, vainly pawing at the nipples.

With a frustrated whine, they let go of the right nipple, it sprang away, spray milking out everywhere. That freed them to clasp the remaining teat with both paws and plunge it into Steph mouth. She could barely stretch her mouth around the fat tip, yet as soon as her lips sealed around it she swallowed down the milk with audible gulps. Their tits began to gurgle and swell as Stella focused on the nipple that gotten away. The pair sidled toward it on their knees straining to reach it with their out stretched paw. Steph stopped suckling to bite down on her teat, milk streaming spurting from the corners of her mouth. Stella gave a proud meow as she hooked their paw around escaped teat and pulled it towards them. Careful of the near dozen hoses attached to them they carefully guided the nipple’s tip up to Stella's mouth. Her eyes flicked to her mistress as she let the creamy white fluid play out over her tongue before she took the nipple into her feline muzzle. Milk leaked from the corners as she swallowed the endless tide, pausing every so often to breath for the both of them.

The sight of all her lovers lost in this blissful magic had Tina panting. There were four unused cups on Angelica’s milking machine. She could straddle Steph and Stella, then plunge her femcock into the cat cow and lose herself as well but she imagined the tank over flowing, bursting and drowning the mansion. Couldn’t have that. This was her territory, her kingdom. The responsibly for it and her subs, subjects were hers to bear. Taking a step closer, she peered at the tank. How to empty it? There, at the bottom, a spigot with you’d find on a garden hose.

Angelica turned her head, gave a lust laiden moo and swished her tail, drawing attention to her wetness of her swollen sex. Tina found her own hand catching the tail, feeling its soft tip as she stepped closer. It all smelled so good.

Splash! Milk splattered Tina’s lower body and fancy dress, startling her. She stepped backwards with a nervious snicker. Steph and Stella had fallen forward, overwhelmed by the milky weight of their breasts, still they’d kept hold of the teats.

“Be right back.” Tina said as she back pedaled from the room. Once outside she flung off her dress, throttled her cock and masturbated until she’d painted the opposite wall with her femcum. Laughing softly to herself, she stumbled down the hallway.

“Garden hose. Gotta find a garden hose for my pets…”

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