The Asian Girl Next Door

Animal play was a crucial part of Sara’s existence as a miserable fucktoy. Forcing Sara into the role of a beast served as just another way to further humiliate and destroy her humanity. Some of our happiest memories involved turning Sara into an animal.

For example - a few years ago, I forced her to be my dog. She actually spent 3 months communicating only through barks and whimpers. She spent most of her days outside, chained to a doghouse in the middle of the summer heat, chewing on a rubber bone toy. Some days I would play fetch with her, or remove her doggy tail butt plug and rape her tight little asshole.

Of course, as a dog, she was forced to do the many disgusting things a dog might do as well. For starters, she sure did spend a lot of time sniffing asses that summer! Whether it be mine or Brie’s, the little pup-slave constantly had her nose up an ass. Be it while I watched a movie, after I got back from a run, or just after I used the toilet – my puppy-cunt Sara was there sniffing and licking away.

It was also that summer that I switched Sara’s diet from people-food to dog food. Once her time as a puppy had ended, I couldn’t be bothered to switch her food supply back to people food, so she still eats dog food these days. I’m sure Sara doesn’t mind!

She has also spent time as a bunny. Well, a “fuck-bunny” to be more specific. I had the cunt dressed in furry white ears, whisker paint, and a little round white bunnytail. White furry handcuffs kept her cute little arms tight in front of her. We would spend the day fucking like rabbits, and I would order her to bounce over to the fridge to grab me a beer. She of course was forced to wear some pretty heavy nipple weights during that time, so each bounce caused maximum discomfort. She also spent a lot of time with carrots up her ass, being forced to eat them at the end of a long day of sweating from all the fucking and jumping.

I remember one day we did an easter egg hunt. Sara had 2 hours to bounce around the dungeon looking for 10 easter eggs, or face severe punishment. She got 9, but couldn’t find the 10th. Eventually, she spotted it near the ceiling of the dungeon, in a little crevice just out of her reach. The dumb bunnycunt flailed her cuffed arms and tried her hardest to jump up and get it for a good 20 minutes, nipple weights jumping and pulling viciously as she tried. But alas, she was unable to reach the final egg, and spent the evening having her pussy brutally caned.

Those memories brought me great joy – but this time would be even more special. My little slut was going to be my personal milk machine – a cow slave.

I woke Sara up and pulled the miserable bitch out of her cage. I walked the hapless slave over to the Studio and showed her what her future entailed.

The contraption in front of us was a full-fledged human milking station. It had taken me weeks to assemble. It included straps and bolts for each of her pretty limbs, as well as 2 pumps for her titties. It also included a tube feeder which would keep my cow-slut well fed, as well as 2 tubes up her pussy and ass for her waste.

I forced her to look up at me as I looked into her permanently-sad eyes and spoke:

“Listen up bitch, today begins your transformation into a milk-producing human cow. You’ll be strapped up and your tits will be pumped daily for milk. The only word I want to hear out of your dumb mouth is ‘Moo.’ Now, get over there.”

Sara walked up to the contraption and I strapped her in. I inserted all the tubes into their relevant holes until her ass, mouth, and pussy were all filled. I then took hold of her pretty brown nipples and attached the nozzles of the pump machine. Sara grimaced and wiggled around as she tried to get comfortable in the contraption. I attached a medium-sized cowbell to Sara’s collar to complete the picture.

I pointed Sara to a button which was positioned next to her right hand, just within her reach.

“Slave, this button can be used to start and stop the pumps. It’s up to you how much milk you want to give me each day but if you give me less than 15 oz a day, I’m giving you 10 strokes per missing oz.”  I picked up a cane and waved it in front of her face so she knew the stakes. The cane was the instrument she feared the most, so I like to save it for punishment.  

Based on my research, it should take Sara some time to get up to 15 oz a day, which was kind of the point. It gave me a good excuse to cane her. Not that I needed one, but it was so much fun to make the desperate girl think it’s her fault.

“If you give me 15 oz, you’ll be rewarded with people food for the night instead of your usual dry kibble. Also, I’m not letting you out of this thing until I have at least 3 gallons of Sara tit-milk sitting in my fridge upstairs. Hope that’s motivation enough! Now get to pumping slave, I’ll see you tomorrow”

With that, I turned off the dungeon light and walked back up the stairs of the dungeon. As I closed the door, I smiled as I heard the pumping machine begin to whirr to life.

2 weeks later

“10 oz? What the fuck have you been doing all day?”

I yelled at Sara, emphasizing my question with a stroke across her bottom.

It had been 2 weeks since I put the bitch on the milking device and things were going slower than I expected. She still hadn’t gotten to 15 oz a day, instead eeking out a measly 10 at most.

The first few days she barely got a drop, so I delighted in giving her 150 strokes each time. Eventually her sweet little Asian ass got too bruised, so I had to switch to caning her already sore titties. Once those got all marked up – I switched to her feet. Now that her ass marks are starting to fade, I’ve returned to beating her delicious rump.

Today I would need to unstrap my little cow-slut and let her move her limbs around. Can’t let any of her muscles waste away – she was an excellent cock-rider and I would hate for my slave to be deprived of that ability.

To that end, I unhooked Sara from the dastardly milking machine. She tried to stand up but immediately fell as her atrophied muscles hadn’t been used since I last unstrapped her a week ago. That would be no excuse and I gave the slut a good kick to the belly, causing her to double over in pain.

“Get on your hands and knees, cow-cunt.”

I knealt down to Sara’s level and caressed her stomach

“Looks like all that feeding you’re doing is making you a bit fat. Fat just like the worthless fucking cow you are, isn’t that right slave?”

Sara nodded and mooed quietly as a beautiful tear rolled across her immaculate Asian face.

In reality Sara hadn’t gained any visible weight. I just liked the idea of making her feel worse about herself than she already does. It’s rare I get the opportunity as I have pretty much degraded her in every possible since I took her, so I take my opportunities when I see them.

“No worries you fat cunt,” I caressed her face, scooping up the tear and licking it off my finger. “I have just the trick to get your lard-ass back in shape.”

I stood up and ordered Sara to crawl behind me. She followed me to another room in the dungeon which contained some workout equipment as well as a treadmill. Her cow bell echoed into the empty dungeon as she followed behind me

I swatted Sara’s ass with a riding crop, “get up on that treadmill cunt. I want to see you walk on your hands and feet like the cow you are.”

Sara obediently crawled onto the treadmill, and I turned the machine on. I started on a low setting and my slave began crawling along.

I sat down in a chair next to the treadmill and stroked my cock to the sight of the sobbing Chinese hucow marching along. I occasionally picked up the crop and smacked the cunt’s upturned bottom as I turned up the speed with a remote.

After a solid 30 minutes, my slave was covered in sweat. The speed had been upped significantly and Sara had a few times almost fallen off the edge. The sight of my toy, covered in sweat, mooing between sobs as her cowbell rang out into the empty dungeon sent me over the edge. I stood up, bent over the pathetic panting girl, and sprayed my load onto her sweat-covered back as I stood above her.

I took a long breath out, gave her one final swat, and stopped the treadmill. Sara came to a rest, panting heavily, but still postured obediently on her hands and feet, ass out in the air delectably.

I walked over to her and scooped her in my arms. I carried the sweaty slave back to the milking station and got her set up again. Making Sara my cow might have been my best idea yet.

2 months later

“Hi Wendy, just wanted to bring these by. It’s a new recipe. I know how much you love my homemade ice cream.”

I gave Sara’s mother a somber look and handed her the carton of ice cream I had made from Sara’s breastmilk. It had been 7 years to the day since Sara had gone missing and I always liked to “check in” with the Ling family to show my condolences. I almost always brought them a gift of some kind, secretly based on some sort of perverse act I had performed with their sweet angel.

Every interaction I had with the Ling family was of course always secretly recorded, to be watched by Sara and I later while I anally violated her.

“Thank you so much, Jade is going to be so excited. She loves your treats. This looks delicious and I know Sara would’ve loved it too.”

I smiled and my cock began to stand erect.

“Yes, I’m sure. Have a blessed day and tell Jade I said hi”

As I walked back to the car I almost splooged in my pants imagining the two dumb cunts unwittingly snacking on the breast milk of their stolen daughter. A daughter currently frogtied in my basement, awaiting her next raping and punishment. Oh god, she was going to love hearing about this!