The Chateau

WARNING: THIS IS DARK EROTICA & CONTAINS CERTAIN KINKS THAT AREN'T FOR EVERYONE.

THIS STORY WILL BE FREE IN ITS ENTIRETY FOR A SHORT TIME ONLY.

Maxim Devereux was the dark handsome new owner and Dean of The Chateau. Situated in the heart of the Loire Valley in France it was a school especially for the sons of the rich to learn the arts of seduction, domination and discipline. He had started his new position at the early age of thirty-one as he meant to go on and was already disciplining the female staff for errors. Maxim raised his hand high again and delivered his last three strikes to his assistant’s bare bottom hanging seductively over his knees. The woman had made a critical accounting error, one which could have been avoided had she been more diligent in her calculations. Her mistake had proved costly to the school. To settle the matter he’d demanded she submit herself for discipline over his knee or leave.

His steely blue gaze rested on the young woman’s plump rump and the backs of her thighs now coloured a fiery red. She was quietly sobbing with the sting and burn of her spanking but otherwise to his satisfaction, she was quiet and submissive. Maxim softened his touch, smoothing his palm over the surface of her skin in an attempt to ease some of the pain.

“You have done well, Mademoiselle Marsaud. But if you are careless with the accounting again I will cane you,” he told her in a firm tone.

“Yes, Monsieur Devereux. It will not happen again.”

Maxim pulled up the silk white panties he had lowered to her calves and covered her bottom. He smiled to himself when he noticed he could still feel the heat emanating from her buttocks. Sitting would be uncomfortable. Maxim’s hand had always been a hard one. He had been well taught on how to execute a sound bare bottom spanking on a grown woman at The Chateau in his early twenties. Mademoiselle Marsaud would not forget the pain of his discipline in a great hurry.

With his assistance she stood and corrected her attire and the neatly piled blonde hair on her head. Maxim moved his large black leather chair back to his desk and offered her his handkerchief to dab her tear stained face. Then he turned to view the list of new students coming for their month’s stay and their itinerary for the day. That morning they were being shown around the Chateau and being given a timetable of classes and events they were obliged to attend to finish the course. He decided to join them and see how things were going. Their tour would be finding its way to the Milking House about now.There was just enough time to meet the students before his important guest arrived.

The walk to the Milking House was long through the extensive grounds of the Chateau but he made short of it with his long strides. The young men were being shown the human cows grazing in the field. The Chateau produced some of the finest breast milk in France with its carefully selected human cows and secret formula for its edible grass manufactured by its own laboratories.

Maxim was quickly acknowledged by the lecturer who was professionally attired in his black suit and graduation gown. Quickly making his small speech of welcome he stood back and allowed Bertrand to continue his lecture. In the large lush green expanse a group of twenty naked women were on all fours grazing contentedly on the nutritious grass, bending their heads to pull it out of the ground with their pearly white teeth and chew. It was a beautiful nature scene. Their pert white and tan bottoms were thrust in to the air as they bent to nourish themselves, the udders hanging from their large breasts brought to tautness from brushing the blades of grass.

Every woman grazing in the field, the discipline classes and BDSM sessions as a submissive were employed on a fixed term contract with benefits and a good salary to be collected at the end of their term. Many stayed on, especially those who had become human cows and opted for the breeding programme. Once under contract they were legally obliged to allow their naked bodies to be handled, medically examined, milked, spanked and fucked. They were to submit to male authority and rule at all times and were well rewarded for it.

The pretty blonde busty milkmaid in her low cut peasant top and skirt began to round up the women using the end of a riding crop to tap their buttocks until they gathered in to a large group. Every male fantasy female figure had been catered for at The Chateau.The warm sunshine of the morning beat down on the bare beauties who were only allowed to wear make-up applied by the milkmaids. Their hair was cut to mid length and of various shades of red, blonde, black and brown. What they did have in common was the extra-large swell of their breasts hanging low beneath them. They had been purposefully expanded from vitamins and secret organic medication in the edible grass. Their H cup breasts were pulled tight with the milk they held inside making them heavy and painful as the cows crawled to the gate for milking time. The dark plum udders hanging from them looked fit to burst and Maxim fancied they would let down their milk any moment. He hoped the milkmaid would hurry. He did not want to lose a drop of their creamy milk.

Each cow had a beautiful slim but amply curved figure. As they came through the gate, the milkmaid continued to guide them with a hard thwack to their bare bottoms with the riding crop making them buck their bottoms in to the air with helpless cries of surprise. The young men were clearly enthralled by the spectacle in front of them.

Maxim pulled down his dark sunglasses to take a better look at the women. He felt that familiar pain of loneliness sting his heart. There were plenty of beautiful naked women around him every day but he was yet to find a woman ready to fill the void Helene had left when she died four years ago. They had planned to marry but her death had come quickly and unexpectedly in a car accident. Maxim had never thought of replacing her. It was impossible to but now after four years he yearned for a woman to care for and love again. His widowed father had been the Dean of The Chateau and had decided to take early retirement offering him the post in the hopes he would be able to move on and find another woman. But the situation had not yet presented itself. Still he lived in hope.

Maxim folded his arms across his black suit and listened to Bertrand begin his lecture on how breast expansion was organised and maintained in a healthy manner by the edible grass.

“The organic formula balances the body and stimulates milk production in the breast. We can pick and choose which size we want to make the cow’s breasts by limiting or increasing her grazing time. If the cow has trouble producing milk we can give her a course of vitamin injections and vigorously massage her breasts until she is encouraged to let down her milk. If you take a look between the cow’s thighs you will see they are very wet. The organic substances in the grass together with constant breast manipulation and forced milking make the cows permanently aroused. They are always ready and willing for quick penetration. This is good because when a cow is taken her milk production is increased,” Bertrand finished with a grin as a light laughter and approval erupted between the young men who were peering to view the pink ripe wet fruit hanging beneath the cows.

“A cow can begin producing milk after only a day of grazing. She is kept separate from the herd and breast expansion is monitored by the hour,” the attractive blonde with designer stubble bent to trail his fingers the length of one of the cow’s spine.

“We are very proud of our herd,” he said softly now moving to stroke her bare bottom with the tips of his fingers while his other hand carefully cupped one of her swollen breasts, flexing the nipple back and forth. The cow began to pant and moan a little. Maxim found himself brushing the buttocks of one as she passed. “They are well loved and cared for. We find this encourages them to yield the creamiest and most nutritious milk for which we are famous. Touch them but be gentle. Feel the silkiness of their skin beneath your fingers and the weight of their breasts.”

The herd was made to stop to allow the men to caress and fondle their breasts and the bobbing clits between their pussies. When the lecturer signalled the time for them to allow the herd to move on, the cows were panting, mooing and moaning with need. Maxim was impressed.

All the better for milking.

“You can tell by the heavy ripeness of the breasts that they are a little overdue for their milking and they will be more than willing to release it. They are milked in the morning and early evening. Holding milk for too long causes pain but also pleasure. This must be balanced so the cow does not exert control and hold back her milk demanding to reach climax beforehand.”

“What do you do if a cow refuses to give up her milk?” one of the students asked.

“She is paddle spanked and her breasts are forcibly milked by hand as she receives her punishment.”

The student became more interested.

“Does spanking encourage milk production?”

“Yes. Some of our cows produce higher levels of milk when spanked. It is very inspiring to watch. Perhaps during your stay you will get to see that happen.”

The students followed the lecturer down the grass towards the milking house which had once housed some of the stables for Maxim’s ancestors. The building was long and cream. It was fashioned in the same cream brick and black slate roof as the Chateau and its towers. Inside the house was white, hygienic and clinical. They were led to a smaller room past medical and dairy equipment which drew whispers between the men.

The small room was crisp and sterile. It contained a circular pen in the middle with metal bars around it. Bertrand encouraged the students to stand around and lean over the bars to see what was happening inside the pen as he explained. Maxim followed suit. Inside a woman was being brought through the metamorphosis in to a human cow. Maxim had interviewed her for the position just the day before. When everything about the role had been explained to her she was more than enthusiastic, although there had been a momentary flicker of confusion and panic across her brown eyes when she realised she would have to be naked on all fours eating the grass. Still she had signed the contract when her medical exam proved she was a healthy specimen and an ideal candidate. The salary and benefits were too good to be passed on and her erotic inclinations for the process were sound.

The new pale peaches and cream human cow was naked on all fours, her slender curves shown to perfection. Her face was partially covered around the eyes and mouth by a leather bridle containing a bit for her mouth to keep her silent. The bridle fixed around her head and neck allowing her chestnut hair to brush her shoulders. There was a steel ring at the neck through which a leash had been attached. This leash tethered the cow to one of the metal bars. Her knees rested on a thick comfy mattress sunken in to a square in the floor.

Behind the cow there was a male doctor clothed in white overalls. He wore white latex gloves and was opening the crease of the girl’s bottom to examine her anus. At the front of the cow a female doctor was positioned in the same white overalls. She too wore latex gloves and was fondling the cows breasts and nipples, stretching and pulling them down to the floor as she conducted her examination. The doctor picked up a tape measure from the side and began to place it around one of the cow’s breasts.

The male medic began to smear the cow’s anus with lubricant making Maxim harden at the sight. He always found watching the cows graze and be milked highly arousing and to see a new cow broken in to service was to heighten his pleasure even further. The man’s fingers circled the puckered hole until she was drenched and then he started to carefully insert his middle finger. He plunged his finger deeper stretching the nerve endings and the channel until it accommodated his penetration.

Maxim had been present at the woman’s medical examination and it had been made clear she had never been taken by a man in her anal entrance before. She squirmed and bucked in resistance at first. Now she was making the same restless movements, trying to pull away and lift her bottom up in the air. Maxim could see her biting down on the bit but the doctor continued to push his finger inside her, wiggling it up and down the channel walls to widen the velvet entrance.

The cow gave one massive buck upwards that threatened to dislodge the doctor’s finger. In response he leaned over the cow’s back and slipped his other latex gloved hand beneath her pussy to slap it three times. Maxim could see him expertly catch the tip of her clit to stimulate arousal as well as discipline. Eventually the cow was calmed by her spanking and became still, tamed by the finger held firmly inside her bottom.

The students were all looking between her thighs. Large beads of wetness clung to the sparse but neatly shaped and shaven dark curls. The cow was soaking wet with arousal from her vagina being spanked, her anus being probed and her breasts enlarged and stimulated. As the doctor began to pulse his finger in and out of her anus, the attractive blonde medic was finishing her measuring unhampered by the cow’s previous movements.

Her breasts appeared heavy and swollen, beginning to hang low beneath her body. They were not as large as the rest of the herd’s yet but Maxim could see they were filled with her first milk. The surface skin of her breast was pulled tight down towards the dark areola and plum coloured nipples. The urge to cup and hold the cow’s breasts, to stroke and support the painful heavy flesh in his large male palms came swiftly. He loved being out among the students in their classes.

It was his first week as Dean and he was already finding the paperwork mundane and the day to day running of the business tedious. He wanted to become more involved with lecturing and instructing on a part-time basis. Perhaps he could take on the training of a woman and mould her in to the perfect submissive as a project for study by the students.