With a sigh, I suppressed the rage that quickly built inside me. Rage against the monsters that still held Rose's sisters. But it wasn't about me... Thankfully though, Rose's quick grasp of concepts and an explanation about cutlery had her sorted. Again, I wanted to throttle those bastards when she mooed in delight for the cheap processed meal she was eating. When both our meals were finished, I took Rose by the hand and lead her back into the bathroom. That's when I remembered the milk in the bath. It was one of those shower/bath combos so I had to drain the milk first. Rose looked a little guilty, but I wasn't sure it would still be good after a few hours of sitting in the bath.
"How often will you need to be milked?" I asked, turning on the taps for the shower.
"At least daily, master. But... I'll be more comfortable twice daily," she said with a small frown.
"Twice daily it is then. Unless something comes up."
I ignored her beaming smile and held my hand under the running water. Feeling the temperature, I stripped off my pants and stepped in. Thankfully, Rose followed a moment later, also naked. The first few minutes were of her marvelling in the shower. As it turns out, every week or so, the 'wranglers' would either set up a tub of cold water or just hose them down. So the idea of standing under hot water was something Rose had never experienced before.
Once the novelty wore off, I introduced Rose to the wonders of shampoo. She mooed in delight as I rubbed the suds through her hair. Her head, in particular around her horns, was apparently very sensitive. She loved me rubbing them. When I got her to stand under the water to rinse off, I was surprised to find her hair hung halfway down her back. Getting a haircut would be interesting, there'd be no way to fake those horns up close...
After the shampoo, Rose and I washed with soap. This was something she knew, and we exchanged cleaning one another's backs. When I finally turned around after rinsing off the last of the soap, Rose was looking guilty.
"What's wrong?"
Rose blushed, "master, you said if I wanted something, I had permission unless you said no already."
"Yes," I said, a little confused where this was going. "That's right."
"Good."
Suddenly I was pushed against the wall of the shower. Roses lips pressed against my own and her hands seeking out my growing erection. A few long tugs and I was at full mast. Rose stuffed my erection between her legs and started thrusting. The head of my cock pressed between her labia as she rubbed herself over my length. The whole time, she kept her mouth pressed against mine. I was so enraptured by her, I had to shift my head slightly to breathe clearly. After a few minutes, I felt her lift a leg. Being the gentleman I am, I took her under the knee to support her. The moment she was stable, I felt her hand guide the head of my cock into her opening. Rose mooed into my mouth as she slid forwards, impaling herself on me.
That's when I felt a strange sensation on my chest. Pulling away from the kiss, I glanced down. Rose was leaking. Large, constant drips were falling from her four engorged nipples. I looked up and caught Rose's expression. She was obviously torn, and even mouthed the words, "wasting it."
So I spun on the spot and pinned Rose against the wall. Now, with Rose supported by the wall, I started thrusting. I watched as Rose's eyes rolled back and took the opportunity to lean forwards. As I hoped, it was easy enough to get both nipples from a single breast into my mouth. There was that sweet taste from the previous night still on her skin. With a firm pull of my head, I sucked hard and was rewarded with a mouthful of her milk. It was delicious, a little creamier than normal milk, with a hint of vanilla. But what really made it amazing, was Rose, squealing in delight while her muscles contracted over my erection. Soon enough, Rose stopped producing. It had only been a couple of hours since last time, so I wasn't surprised. But That didn't prevent her second climax when I started on her second breast.
"Yes! Fuck me, milk me, fuck me again!" Rose cried.
I just kept pummelling into her depths as best I could. I could feel subtle contraction every time I sucked and the combination of experiences was driving us wild. Soon she was completely empty but was still enjoying herself. I kissed her firmly and she mooed in delight as she tasted her milk on my mouth.
"Master... Have I been a good cow?"
"Yes, Rose," I said, slowing my thrusting. "You've been the best little cow. I love you."
I almost missed the mischievous glint in her eyes, as she lifted the leg I was carrying and placed it on my shoulder. "Then use your little cow. Use her, milk her, fill her, breed her. Whatever you want. Just please, keep loving her."
I paused, those words were both so very heartfelt, and so erotic I lost my pace. "You're mine, Rose. I'll love you till the day I die."
She smiled at me, a big loving smile... That completely betrayed her words. "Then use me."
Reaching around, I put one hand on her hip and the other on her ass. I leaned forward, testing Rose's flexibility, but she showed no signs of discomfort as our mouths met. Hell, when I suddenly thrust into her fully, she flexed even further and pushed herself harder onto me. What followed, I'm a little ashamed to say, was not a gentle session of love. Gripping her almost painfully tight, I slammed myself into her as hard and as fast as I could. Rose just slumped against the wall and held on for dear life. It was almost brutal the pace I kept up, but Rose simply mooed in ecstasy. Her vocalisations slowly raising in pitch, before her body went rigid. Yanking me up against her self, she screamed into my chest as her vice-like muscles clamped over my cock. The rippling sensation of her insides pushed me over the edge and I emptied myself into her with a groan.
Gently lowering her leg, we held one another for a few moments, before I pulled her back into the running water. There wasn't any need for words, just the simple act of holding one another said everything we needed to. 5 minutes later, and I was running a comb through Rose's hair. She'd never combed it herself before, but she moaned in delight and had to lean on me when she felt the sensation of the hard bristles scratching her head. I smiled, realising this was something she was going to rely on me for. And I honestly couldn't be happier.
Clothing was a more difficult question. I'd managed to find a flannelette shirt that fit over her massive bust. But I had to dig through my winter clothes to find sweatpants with a drawstring. I couldn't give her any of my current clothing because I only had a single belt and even with elastic, things fell off her. But in the end, minus underwear, the two of us were decent. Heading out, I locked the front door and lead Rose into the elevator. Hitting the button for the garage, I was thankful to get there without anyone else getting on.
Before me, in its usual spot, was my car. A nice, older model 4wd I'd picked up second hand. I could afford a new one of course, but then you have to worry about servicing at the dealership to make sure they use genuine parts. Can't have them decline a warranty fix because it's got a generic oil filter installed... Besides, with an older one, it was actually made of steel, which made it perfect for someone like me. Now, I'd always had a thing for sleepers (cars that don't look modified but are). With my training with the special forces, I'd learned a few things.
I'd bought this car years ago, completely stripped it down to the frame and rebuilt it from the ground up. From the outside, and even a casual glance under the hood, it still looked stock. However, the cast-iron block, let me boar out the cylinders. The turbocharger was upgraded with the injectors and intercooler. I'd commissioned an engineer to build new camshafts that improved performance without making it obvious. That didn't even include all the small internal upgrades. Then there was the bodywork. Steel everywhere made it easy to weld on extra protection. You wouldn't notice it, but the entire body was covered in several centimetres of steel plating. Then, with the help of my military contacts, I'd had bulletproof glass, and air filtration system and self-sealing tyres installed. All it took was upgraded suspension, and you'd never know it weighted almost three times more than it should.
Now, some of you might be wondering why I basically drove a tank. That's a really simple question to answer. I'm special forces. One slip up with intel, one little computer hack, one bribe, and the enemy knows who I am, and where I live. Combined with the bounty on my head from Iraq, it's easier if I have a bug-out plan. As I approached it, Rose came to a stop beside me.
"That..." she said, pointing at my car nervously.
"It's mine, Rose. I'm guessing they drove one like it?"
She nodded slowly, and I filed that information away for later. Up close, Rose was convinced it was definitely not their car and she climbed into the passenger seat beside me without complaint. Twisting the key, she rumbled to a start in a heartbeat. The engine had that slight rumble, that to the uninformed, made it sound like it was falling apart. The turbo even helped with its overly large whine and tendency to allow a decent amount of smoke to blow out the pipe if I wanted too. With a small clunk, I put it in gear and we rolled out of the space.
It was only a ten-minute drive to the shopping centre. But I figured we'd be better off having to carry everything. As we climbed out of the car, Rose nervously took my hand. She'd never been near this many large buildings and the cars and people around us made her nervous to boot. Soon enough, we were inside and her nervousness evaporated with all the sights, sounds and smells of the various shops and stalls.
