Sarah Gets Trained Ch. 10

With that, Stone sat back down and flicked the reins, prompting the ponies to move forward. The crowd reluctantly parted to let them pass.

When they got back to their tent, Stone jumped off the cart with a big grin on his face. "Did you see their faces? Everyone wants to know all about my cow! This is great! This makes all the work I put in over the last year worthwhile. "

He wasn't speaking to anyone in particular. He was just so excited, he could barely contain himself. He calmed down enough to motion to an attendant to unharness the ponies. While they were doing that, he walked over to them and said, "You two were magnificent. You are excellent ponies. If it wasn't for my new cow, you'd have been the highlight of the parade."

Both ponies beamed at his words of praise. Like Sarah, they had left their earlier personas of free, intelligent women far behind. Now they were Stone's livestock and proud of it.

"I'll be back in a while for the first race. Make sure you rest up. I want to win again this year. I hear that Mr. Burns has a new set of ponies that he thinks can beat you. I want to prove him wrong."

"Oh, we will, sir. We'll be the fastest ponies and win that trophy for you. You can bet on that." "I know. Now let the attendants get you out of that harness so you can rest."

Turning, Stone spoke to two attendants, "Please take her milking station and a bucket over to the amphitheater. I will be giving a milking demonstration."

He then took up Sarah's leash and led her out of the tent. Sarah looked around curiously as she was led through the fair crowd. It was just like any other country fairs she'd seen except the only livestock here were human. There were booths for fresh produce as well as ones for livestock feed. There were booths with games and booths offering services such as branding, custom leatherwork, and tattoos.

Everywhere they went, people stared at Stone's cow. Finally, they came to an amphitheater and mounted the stage. There must have been over a hundred people in that amphitheater as well as some livestock. Stone placed Sarah in the center of the stage at the front and stood beside her.

"Now, everyone let me have your attention. This is Sarah. I've spent the last year and a half domesticating her. She came to me as a highly educated young woman with a fierce sense of self. As you know, that is just the kind I love to domesticate. I won't bore you with the details of how I converted her into my cow. Instead, I will show you some of the modifications I've made to this cow's body."

Sarah was a little shocked to hear his characterization of her when she'd come to him. Sometimes she barely remembered the person she'd been now. And to hear she'd been domesticated. It made her sound like a wild animal that needed his hand to civilize it. From what she remembered of her old self, that was as good a characterization as any. She had been wild; a willful woman who didn't understand her true place was under Stone's control.

"I know you've all seen her nipples. She came to me with nipples a half inch long. While that is good enough for some farmers, I wanted nipples long enough to milk with my hands. So I started lengthening them. "

Someone shouted, "How did you lengthen them?"

"I won't tell you how. But in a few minutes, I will give you a milking demonstration. They are now a little over three inches long and as big around as my forefinger. As you will see, they are perfect for hand milking. They also fit perfectly in a goat milking machine."

"The other modification I made to this body was getting grommets put in her pussy lips so I could lace them up. Sarah, turn around and bend over so these good people can see the laces."

Sarah obediently turned and bent over. She reached back and spread her cheeks so they had a clear view of her laced up lips. Showing off Stone's handiwork started getting her worked up and her juices began to flow.

One guy in the audience noticed this and said, "Looks like she produces liquid from down there too."

The crowd laughed at that even as they struggled to get a closer look.

"Will you look at that?"

"Stone, did you have to lengthen her lips too?"

"No, fortunately Sarah came to me with extraordinarily long lips. I merely took advantage of the opportunity. It was an invaluable aid in her domestication."

"But how does she piss?"

"Ah, for that she must ask permission to have my pussy unlocked. You can imagine how well that helped cement her status in her mind."

Looking through her spread legs, Sarah could see many in the audience nod in agreement at that statement. His statement triggered the memory of her first realization that Stone controlled all her bodily functions. It had been an epiphany for her, one that she had grown to appreciate and enjoy ever since that fateful day.

"Will you be breeding her?"

"I haven't decided. I don't believe in turning children into livestock but she has great genes that would be a shame to lose. I believe I mentioned that she came to me well educated. What I didn't tell you is that she has an MBA from a top school where she was in the top 5 percent. "

"My god, Stone. I am truly impressed with your accomplishment."

"Thank you. I don't want you to think I've let that great mind go to waste. Sarah is not only my cow, she works actively in my business. "

"Now, Sarah please get into your milking station."

Once she was in the semi-kneeling position with her udders hanging down, Stone positioned the bucket underneath and announced, "As you can see, my hands are a little larger than her nipples but there is sufficient flesh for me to properly milk her."

With that, Stone started milking her. She could see looks of lust when she looked out over the audience. She smiled at that and then a vestige of her old self emerged suddenly. She was being milked like a cow in front of all these people! Oh god. How could this be happening! As embarrassed as she felt, she also felt a level of arousal. How could that be?

But as suddenly as it emerged, her old self submerged again and she was content. She looked down at her udders so she could both see and hear the milk squirt into the bucket. It was a sound that she had learned to find quite erotic and it heightened her state of arousal even more. So much so, that she cried out, "Oh sir, please, may I cum. Please!"

"Yes, cum for these good people."

Sarah started to cum as soon as the words left his mouth but instead of moans, what came out was a series of low moos.

"As I am sure you've all noticed, little Sarah is having an orgasm. That is partly due to her training. I've worked to ensure she associates being milked with having sex. I assure you, it was not arduous to train her to do this."

The crowd laughed at that statement. Most of the men and many of the women in the crowd would have loved to help train the lovely Sarah by having sex with her while she was being milked.

"One thing she was not trained to do was moo. She started that spontaneously about a month ago and now uses it as a normal part of her communication."

After a couple of minutes, Stone ceased milking her even though her udders still had plenty of milk.

"That's enough milking for now. I need her to be very full for the milking competition after lunch. Just to let you in on a little secret, I will tell you that Sarah produces almost a gallon of milk a day from each udder. So I fully expect to win that competition. Now if you'll excuse me. I need to take my cow back to the barn."

Stone led Sarah back to the tent where she was allowed to lay down. It felt like such a relief. Her udders were aching from hanging free all this time. Normally she wore a shelf bra except when she was being milked and that only lasted 20-25 minutes. She'd been without a bra for 2-3 hours and the weight of the milk was really pulling them down.

Before he left her, Sarah asked, "Sir, my nipples are longer than 3 inches. Why are you telling them they are only 3 inches? I thought you were so proud of their length."

Stone chuckled before responding, "Because I know a lot of them will be lengthening their cows' nipples before the next fair. I want them to aim low. Not that it will do them any good. I'm changing the nozzles on the milking machine after today. I'm putting deeper ones on. That should lengthen your nipples even more, so next fair they'll have at least 5 inches to beat."

"Now, close your eyes for a few minutes."

Sarah did just that and didn't stir until she heard the ponies being harnessed again. Lifting her head, she saw them almost dancing with excitement. She guessed it was time for their race. This was the only race they would race that day. It was only 4 miles long. But it was a race of endurance and speed that would wear the ponies out. Not that the distance was too long for Stone's ponies, it was the fact that they'd be pulling him in a cart on a racetrack that went over some hills, putting different stains on their muscles as they alternated between pulling up the hills and braking on the down slopes, that would tire them out.

An attendant came over and signaled that Sarah was to rise. When she did so, the attendant put a shelf bra on her. While she was relieved her udders were not hanging, she was also concerned that it didn't show her as the fully domesticated cow that she was. But, as always, she assumed Stone had considered that and decided on the appropriate course of action.

The attendant removed her nose ring and placed her collar around her neck and then fastened a leash to the collar. A stable hand came over and took the leash to lead her outside.

"Stone thought you'd like to watch the race from his box."

It warmed Sarah to know he'd thought of her. She had been looking forward to the race but thought that, at best, she be tied up at the finish line in case Stone wanted a drink when he finished. So she was very excited to know she'd have a person's view of the race. What a lucky cow she was!

Stone's box had a great view of much of the course. The starting line was right below his box and, since it also served as the finish line, she would have a great view of both most exciting parts of the race. She saw the contestants lined up, their ponies moving restlessly as they waited the starting gun.

Then it happened and they were off in a rush. Stone quickly worked his way to the front of the pack, a place he kept for the rest of the race. Sarah strained to catch a glimpse of his cart as he moved along the course. Every time she saw him, she felt her heart quicken with pride.

Finally, someone spotted the lead carts as they neared the finish line. Sarah and the stable hand were clutching the railing, trying to get a better look. But then it became apparent that Stone was in the lead with only one other cart even close to him. Even that one was several cart lengths behind.

Stone ended up winning the race by less than a cart length. The second place cart had a last minute burst of speed that almost worked. It made the race very exciting.

The stable hand led Sarah down to the finish line where Stone was accepting the congratulations from his fellow competitors.

"By god, Stone. I almost had you there."

"That you did, but we both know I have the best team. "

"I'll admit they're good but I'll keep at it until I beat you."

"You do that. In the meantime, I'm going to have a drink before lunch."

Stone walked his cart over to the stable hand and said, "Better walk them out before putting them away. Make sure they get a good feed but not so much they get sleepy. I want them there when Sarah wins the milking contest. Their beauty contest isn't until just before the awards ceremony, so they'll have time to get their energy back."

At that moment, Ellen said, "Sir, I know I can win the single pony race."

"Ellen, we've discussed this already. I will let it go this time but if you forget your place again, I will have to take the crop to your pretty ass. Do you understand?"

Ellen lowered her eyes and replied, "Yes, sir. I understand my place. I'm sorry that I forgot."

Stone just took Sarah's leash and led her to an out of way place. Then he leaned over to take one of her nipples in his mouth and proceeded to take a deep drink.

"I expect you to win the milking contest very handily, so a little drink now won't make much of a difference. Besides, with your being milked all night, you produce milk so much faster than other cows. I would not be surprised if had to start milking you six times a day to keep up with your production."

"Not that I could resist a little taste after my victory. Your milk is so tasty these days."

"Thank you, sir. I know you've been adjusting my diet. I'm pleased to hear the milk my udders produce pleases you. If you must know, it is actually a relief to have the pressure lessened. They were getting very full."

"I could tell. I don't want to milk you until the contest after lunch. So you'll have to bear the pressure until then. But that doesn't mean I can't lessen the pressure on your other udder."

Stone then took a deep drink from her other udder.

"Ah, very good. Now, let's take you back to the tent so you can eat. I have to attend an owner's luncheon."

Stone led Sarah back to the tent and handed her off to an attendant. The attendant led her over to a trough. The sight of the food made her realize just how hungry she was. Breakfast had been early today, which combined with all the excitement had really made her hungry. She dove into the food and ate with gusto. The ponies were led in by the stable hand just as she finished.

Sarah jumped up and rushed over to them. "You were magnificent! Stone has trained you so well."

"Thank you. But now we're famished."

"No eating until you've been washed down. You need to cool off. Sheesh, you ponies. Good thing I'm around or you'd founder."

The stable hand then tied them off to one side of the tent. He took off their harnesses before giving them a sponge bath. Sarah could tell that, despite their desire to eat, both ponies felt much better after being bathed. In fact, Wanda started humping the sponge when he was trying to clean between her legs.

He pulled the sponge away and said "Enough of that! You do too much of that and you'll be too sleepy to watch Sarah's competition. "

Wanda looked sheepish when he said that and immediately calmed down. She didn't do anything else when he toweled her off even though he seemed to spend a long time drying her crotch.

He let them lay down for a few minutes after they'd eaten.

While they were resting, an attendant washed Sarah's nipples of the last vestiges of the rouge that had colored them a deep red earlier that day. Not there was much. Between her hand milking and Stone's drinking, most of it was gone.

The attendant then checked her over to be sure the temporary tattoo was intact. The final step was to reinsert her nose ring and attach a leash to it. She tied Sarah to a pole and walked away.

Sarah just stood there quietly until Stone came in to fetch her. He gently felt her udders causing her to moo in discomfort.

"I know little cow. You need to be milked. It won't be long now. "

Stone led her along to a long series of small stalls, each of which had a milking station and milking machine. The stations were facing out so the judges could see the cows being milked. Stone brought Sarah into a station and turned her around so she could kneel at her station. After she was in position, he tied her leash to a hook in the wall and then stood outside the stall. The stable hand arrived about that time and tied the ponies up just outside her stall.

He noticed that Sylvia had her cow in the stall across from Sarah's. Her cow was a big boned woman with extremely large udders. Clearly, Sylvia was going for production not beauty with this one as her face was rather squashed and ugly.

They had just nodded at each other when a judge approached the mike and announced, "We'll begin the judging in a minute. There are two measures of success in this contest; quantity of milk production and presentation. Your cows will be milked as long as they are producing measurable amounts of milk. In case you didn't know, there are 32 cows in this contest. A few of them have been with us before but I see some new cows have been added."

"As soon as I ring this cow bell, you may proceed." With that, he rang the bell and owners quickly entered the stalls to start the milking process.

As Stone did not usually hook Sarah up to the machine, he fumbled a little but finally got it hooked up. Sarah mooed rather loudly when it started sucking causing Sylvia to look up from where she was watching her cow's udders wiggle as they were milked.

Now that the contest had started there wasn't much for the owners to do. So they milled about making small talk with each other. The judges walked around examining the cows, making notes as they went. Three of them congregated in front of Sarah's stall. Stone heard one of them quietly say to another judge, "Look at that nose ring. Very authentic. And it doesn't take away from her beauty."

It didn't take long for the first cow to be emptied. That seemed to have started something as a string of other cows were also emptied soon thereafter. Then it was just Stone's and Sylvia's cows left. By now, it had been 25 minutes and Sylvia's cow's production was slowing. Then it stopped. But Sarah's udders continued to produce milk. It wasn't long before all the owners and judges were standing around her stall, looking on in awe.

"Stone, I don't know how you do it. She's still producing milk! Amazing!"

Finally, after 40 minutes her production stopped. One of the judges stepped up the container with her production in it and gasped.

"There's almost a gallon in here! That has to be a record!"

By contrast, Sylvia's cow's large udders had only produced two and half quarts. It was obvious that Stone had won another contest.

After accepting the congratulations of all the other owners (albeit a rather reluctant one from Sylvia), Stone took Sarah back to the tent.

"You'll need to be scrubbed down for the beauty contest. For this one, only your permanent markings are allowed."

"Oh, I've grown to like my new colors. Perhaps you can make them permanent before the next fair?"

Stone chuckled and said, "I hear you suggested that earlier. Good cow. I think it's a splendid idea. I can just see their faces when I bring you out for the beauty contest in Holstein colors. But for now, let's get you bathed."

Stone took it upon himself to bathe her, giving special attention to her pussy after he'd unlocked it. So much attention that she was soon asking for permission to cum.

"Not quite yet. I want you in heat for the beauty contest. But I promise you a good cum after it's done."

Then the time was upon them and Stone led her out to the arena, this time using her collar rather than her nose ring. There were only 10 cows in this contest; most had dropped out earlier in the day after seeing Stone's cow. There were two stunning brunette cows with the same owner. But their udders had normal size nipples, so Stone doubted they would win.

The judges asked that each cow be paraded out individually to stand in front of the judges for inspection. Cows were required to place their hands behind their heads and stick out their udders. The judges examined the front of each cow, including their cunts, in a very hands-on fashion. They then had the cow turn 90 degrees to the left for another close inspection. Next, another 90 degree turn. This time the cow was told to drop her hands, bend over, and reach back to spread their cheeks. This was followed by a return to an upright position with hands behind their heads and another 90 degree turn. Finally, each cow was told to face the judges again and bend over and make their udders sway. This was mostly a measure of elasticity and firmness. Besides, the owners found it erotic and knew it humiliated the cows. In fact, one cow broke down at that point when she was being inspected and left the arena. Her owner was very pissed and followed after her. That was a cow due for a whipping. When Sarah was led up, the judges made a point of fingering her long nipples. Their murmurs sounded very impressed. One of them milked her a few times and was not at all annoyed when milk squirted all over her dress. All in all, the judges were obviously very impressed with the cow.