Amnesia

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Chapter 6

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I floated among the fluffy clouds without a care in the world. It felt like I was high in more than one way. If you know what I mean. All sorts of colors filled the sky around me. If I cared to concentrate it looked like the clouds were pulsating with ever changing colors. Not that I cared. My body positively buzzed with unimaginable pleasure as I floated without a care in the world.

Feminine giggles echoed around me from within the clouds. Every once in a while, I swore I caught a glimpse of a woman poking her head out, only to vanish. It was as if I imagined seeming her. I was simply too relaxed and blissful to care. Otherwise, I may have chased after the young maiden.

It wasn't until I felt warm, delicate hands upon my back that I realized I wasn't imagining things. Her singsong voice calmed my soul as I laid there, leaning into her embrace. Her body felt fluffy like the clouds, making everything confusing. Was she controlling the clouds or was she composed of the same fluffy material? On second thought, I didn't care. Her massage felt divine, relaxing me further into slumber and that's all that mattered.

My eyes felt heavy and soon it became difficult to keep them open.

"Sleep and dream," she cooed in a song I couldn't quite understand. Her sweet voice calmed my every nerve until all I could think of was, big luscious, milk filled breasts.

I laid there floating, drifting in and out of sleep. Meanwhile she gave me a full contact body massage. Part of me wished I could focus on her. To respectfully admire her of course. No other reason, honestly. The bliss she brought me deserved to be returned in kind. Alas I could do nothing but moan and drift back to sleep.

At one point I glimpsed curved horns like a ram, rigid and ending in sharp points. Her body covered in a fluffy layer of wool. And then my eyes closed at her suggestion once again.

Her hands roamed my relaxed flesh, and her body slid against mine. It went on and on for eternity. I dreamt of countless women. One or two at a time to several all around me. Somehow, I was always the center of attention. Not something you'd ever find me complaining about. During all of my erotic encounters it always ended with me longing for more. As if something vital was missing. My body longed for something I couldn't remember. A desire that grew colossal in time. It felt like I craved life itself. A hole had formed within me that no amount of pleasure could fill.

I found myself getting distracted while several women went down on me. Like the pleasure they brought me meant nothing to me anymore. I couldn't explain it. How could I get bored of being pampered and worshiped like a god? What was so important to make me want to leave this heaven?

Finally, I woke with a start, my body tensed within the tight bindings, feeling dehydrated and desperate for a drink.

I couldn't move and everything came rushing back. Captured and restrained. My body twitching in withdraw to that missing substance. The missing piece that pulled me from the blissful and endless dream. The milk...

"Thirsty!" I cried out to the empty room with my hoarse voice. How long had I been drifting in that spelled dream? My eyes were aching painfully and were difficult to keep open. I jumped--at least as far as my bindings would allow--when a fluffy body moved around me from behind, tickling my flesh.

The woman from my dreams came into view. Curved ram horns and a mischievous face. She had bright green eyes, a button nose and short golden blond hair cut just above her neckline. My eyes trailed down to her golden fleece covered body. Her breasts looked bare of the wool, and the thickness of her fleece thinned around her joins. I looked down her body, admiring the scandalous maid outfit she was wearing. It barely covered her hard nipples, and the skirt only came down to the base of her tight ass.

I gulped, recalling all the things she did to me in my dreams.

"Good morning sleepyhead," she whispered, biting her finger like a shy little minx.

My head still spun as I struggled to stay awake. Each time she rubbed her fluffy fleece against my bare flesh I felt dizzy and groggy. That explained why I had slept so long. My body felt like it had way too much rest, muscles aching from lack of use.

I looked back at her thin lips as she struggled to stifle a giggle. "Pleasant dreams sir?"

"Uhh," I replied, unsure of myself. I felt thirsty as hell but strangely turned on by her presence at the same time. It felt as if she'd been toying with me for days on end. Either that or my addiction was beyond my control already. I desperately needed a drink and I squirmed in my bindings as a result. "Do... you have any, uh, milk?"

She laughed so hard she had to grab her perky chest, mouth open wide, revealing sharp canines. It gave her a frightening appearance. Like a fluffy, friendly sheep-girl had a dark side. She leaned in against me and my head spun as her fleece came in contact with my bare skin. It's affect distracted me from those firm breasts pressing against me.

"Do I look like a cow?" She cooed sultrily, nuzzling into the crook of my shoulder blade.

"Nooo, but..." I replied, hopeful, "m-maybe you can... get some?"

"What's in it for me?" She stared up at me with large green doe like eyes, fluttering her lashes all cute like. When she arched an eyebrow, I felt my heart skip a beat.

My head was spinning and drooping fast because of her touch. It felt like I was spinning down an endless whirlpool. "What want?" I managed to get out with an intense struggle, mumbling the words. She giggled and spun away from me until only her ass was pressed back against me. The spinning stopped suddenly, and I tried to shake the drowsiness from my head. The straps were really getting on my nerves by the way. My body ached from lack of movement for such a long expanse of time.

Of course, that didn't stop my lower body from reacting to her plump bottom. My aching, throbbing member stood at attention between her thighs. I could feel the heat radiating from her bare, dripping pussy. I couldn't help but look down, noticing the maid's skirt didn't cover any of that ripe, tight ass.

"I want fucked like one of your hocows," she said in a squeaky voice, pressing back against me. Mentioning my lovely cows made me quiver with need. Returning my mind to the only thing that mattered to me and my addiction.

"Then I get milk?"

"Sure stud," she giggled, wiggling her bum against me. The small amount of fleece touching me kept a pleasant buzz going. Not enough to make me dizzy or pass out, thankfully. I bucked my hips as hard as I could but all I managed was to slide my dick between her thighs. "Give me all you got!" She moaned, tightening her thighs.

I groaned as I tried my best to line myself up to her slick pussy, however with my body restrained, I could barely move. Clearly, she was toying with me, but my desperate mind couldn't rationalize the notion, so I bucked and bucked. She pressed back each time, rubbing her slick pussy lips along my thick pole.

"Come on baby, fuck me already!" She whined playfully. I could hear the mischief in her voice, but my blood boiled all the same. I wanted... no I needed my fix damn it! I needed to get another taste of that alluring substance. And I'd do anything to get it. To have unlimited access to it! I grunted as I bucked so hard, she almost got flung forward. Instead, she simply giggled, grabbing hold of her knees and bounced back against me. Her exposed butt jiggling with the impact as the skirt flew up her waist, revealing even more naked flesh.

Normally the thought of a servant girl not wearing any underwear beneath her uniform would have drove me wild with lust. My mind however went completely blank as the pleasure soared high and higher. I stood there blindly thrusting between her surprisingly thick thighs for such a petite girl. Before long I found myself chanting, "Obedience is pleasure, obedience is pleasure..."

"Oh no, did I break your mind?" She giggled, thrusting back against me. Then she rolled her hips, putting on a sexy dance before me. She ran her hands up the curves of her swaying body. I just kept on chanting, thrusting and bucking hard and eager. 'Did I turn all your thoughts to mush?"

Before long I grunted out in pure bliss, giving one last hard thrust. I felt the strap around my waist snap. The fleece sprite kept her thighs pressed together tightly as she felt my dick pulse between them.

"Oh yes! Give in to your desires, cum yourself stupid for me stud!"

I couldn't hold back, crying out in bliss as I once again sprayed the floor with my jizz. My mind floated up into the clouds. The buzzing high felt just like all the times in my dreams and a part of me knew it was from contact with her fluffy wool but didn't care one bit. My empty mind pictured oceans of white, endless field of milk. Or had my vision just gone white from climatic bliss? Who knew such things...?

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Far off in another building another woman cried out in climatic bliss. Mistress Nyx has been watching and edging for hours on end before things on the monitor truly got interesting. Her hand a blur between her legs as her whole body shook violently. Her chest heaved in deep breaths, hair soaked and tousled, matted against her flesh. How long had it been since she brought herself to such a massive orgasm? All she knew was she wanted more as she continued to strum her sensitive clit.

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Back in the room though, the fleece sprite maid had her own orgasm riding on Anubys' big dick like a bronco. Her legs shook, threatening to give out under her. She glanced over her shoulder, about to taunt the man again. He appeared bigger than she remembered. As if his entire body had grown in height and thickness. There were even two horns forming on the sides of his head. Small but in the shape of a bull's. She even noticed the thick leather straps straining to hold the beast captive. She felt her heart flutter at the thought of him breaking free and ravishing her. All for the promise of milk. Her cheeks heated as she smiled submissively. She had been ordered not to release him. Would she get punished if he broke free on his own?

Anubys stood there panting like a bull in heat. His entire upper body heaving with each deep breath. She gulped, feeling small and weak beneath his piercing gaze. Feelings that only fueled her desires to be fucked senseless like the hocows she watched on the monitors the night before. The maid had been caught masturbating by her mistress and received a climatic spanking as a result. It had truly surprised her when Mistress Nyx had ordered her to follow along. Even more so when she left suddenly, giving permission to play with the man. She couldn't stand it anymore and acted before she let herself cower out of it. Lowering onto her hands and knees, placing her face down to the floor. She licked up his fresh, hot sperm while wiggling her cute butt.

"Fuck me like one of your hocows!" She moaned between licks.

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I had been strapped up and teased endlessly. Brought to the edge of cumming, only to be denied time and time again. Sure, I eventually got to cum and it was always amazing, but I was still being teased and taunted! I needed more than hands and thighs damn it! I wanted to feel her tight pussy quiver and squeeze me like a velvet glove as I brought her to countless orgasms! If that's what I had to do to get more milk, then I was going to find a way!

I strained against my bindings, feeling them strain. Already my waist was free which gave me more room to maneuver. Oddly enough the straps felt weaker as I flexed all my muscles. They groaned as they began to tear. The sheepgirl was on her hands and knees licking up my fresh cum. But that wasn't what was driving me crazy. It was how she kept mentioning my hocows and wiggling that tight, sexy ass before my eyes. Tauntingly...

"Arrrggg!" I grunted and strained against my bindings with all my might. One by one they snapped, and I was suddenly free! I pounced like a large, hungry jungle cat, grabbing her hips and pulling her back against me. She was so wet that my bulging hardon pressed right against her lips and slid within. She gave no resistance until about a quarter of my dick entered her slick tunnel. Only then did her body resist, squeezing against me.

In my blinded rut I could have just pushed onward, splitting her in half. But alas I didn't. I stopped, pulled back and thrust again. The vibration of her singsong voice crying out in bliss drove me completely wild.

"Yes! Just like I always dreamed," she purred submissively, placing her face against the cold floor, ass held up in my hands as I pounded her from behind. My hands were tingling within her thick golden fleece. My hard thrusts became slowly and sluggish as my mind buzzed and spun.

Somehow despite myself I kept up a steady rhythm, slow and sluggish was still a rhythm, okay?!

Soon I was floating on the clouds again. Only this time I wasn't alone. The submissive minx was with me, taking each thrust with gleeful squeals. Her body squeezed me tightly just like I imagined.

Colors flashed all around me, spinning my mind into oblivion until I couldn't take it anymore and collapsed on top of her. My arms wrapped around her curves, rising until I cupped both covered breasts and squeezed. All the while my hips kept rocking. No longer thrusting into her but still we fucked among the clouds as my mind began to float away. One of her hands reached up, tugging at her uniform, freeing her perky breasts for my hands.

We were but two moaning messes grinding upon one another. When suddenly a door burst open, and the clouds fell out from under me as if a great wind had blown them away. My shocked expression made my cheeks heat up as I looked upon my mistress standing in the doorway panting. Her hair a complete mess no longer in a tight ponytail. Her corset had been loosened at the top making her large breasts hang at the precipice of freedom. Even her black skirt had been pulled down her hip on one side, revealing the defined V of her lower belly.

Nyx clung to the doorframe staring at me with a hunger I had never seen. Her cold, calculating deminer had been replaced by a wanton harlot. Her eyes were even glowing supernaturally.

"Mine!" she panted. That's when I noticed her legs were soaked.

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Chapter 7

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My brain kept feeling the clouds rising and I struggled to keep my eyes open as I held onto the fleece sprite for dear life. Her wool felt so soft I didn't want to let go even as the world spun around me. Nyx suddenly appearing in the doorway like a black hole, pulling me in, made me want to stay awake though.

I don't know if it was the dream like state, I was in, but my mistress' skin was flushed and darkening until it looked like a dark shade of ash grey. Her blood red hair was no longer in a tightly pulled ponytail and looked to be in complete shambles. Her eyes were glowing, and their colors kept swirling like in my dreams. Flashing between all colors of the rainbow and they swirled and swirled in endless pools that pulled me in supernaturally.

I'd never seen her so out of it, so needy and vulnerable. She needed to be fucked hard and I was at her disposal. The fleece sprite beneath me bucked back against me and I groaned, remembering I was already fucking someone. My sluggish mind tried to chuckle realizing, my disheveled mistress would have to wait her turn...

Nyx didn't look like a woman that waited for anything. She rushed forward, hips swaying like the smug seductress she was. "Move!" She spoke loudly and the maid whimpered, squirming to get out of the way. I held on tight though, feeling so close to cumming deep within her tight pussy. My confused and fuzzy mind couldn't keep up with everything, so, I just let my instincts take control. And they wanted to cum.

"Fuck maid like hocow, get milk!" I yelled out, grinding against the sprite, feeling my one-track mind buzzing. I only cared about getting my fix!

"I've got the milk you want stud!" Nyx moaned, ripping her corset--metal clamps flew, clattering around the room--and tossing it to the side. Her large, gravity defying breasts bounced before my drooping eyes, the fluffy fleece was still threatening to put me under. My heart pounded within my chest as I stared up at Nyx, jaw dropping. Like magic the clouds fluttered away along with the rest of the room. My gaze zooming into tunnel vision, locking onto one hard, puffy nipple and the beading drop of moisture there, about to drip.

My mistress has milk? She wasn't a holstaur... my mind buzzed with withdraw and I felt myself lean back, pushing up off the fleece sprite maid's back. My dick throbbing within her tight snatch. I could feel her pulse through the undulating walls of her pussy, in tune with my heartbeat, racing fast.

Nyx closed the distance fast, grabbing my head, pulling me towards her as she leaned down. Our lips met like fierce warriors, tongues intertwining. She tasted sweet, like fruit. Everything about her was changing before my stunned eyes. Like her dominate aura, it was suddenly flowing off her in waves, powerful tsunami waves smacking me in the face. Each breath I took made my head spin in a completely different way than the fleece sprite's fluffy wool. This wasn't making me sleepy, instead it made me horny as fuck, as if my blood was boiling inside my veins.

She held my head firmly as we made out, forgoing all else. The maid kept rolling her hips, attempting to get me to attend her needs while she had the chance. But everything was throbbing, from my veins in my neck, down to my dick, I felt a surge of power flowing through me.

"Cum for me stud!" The fleece sprite whined, trying to get my attention. Sadly, for the petite woman, I couldn't hear her, even as I kept my hands firmly holding her hips.

Nyx pulled back, biting my lip in the process. She stared at me with those glowing, swirling eyes. I was instantly transfixed, unable to look away or blink. "Pull out now!" Her words were spoken softly but in a tone that echoed around the room. My body obeyed without hesitation, ignoring the sprite's whimpered complaints. I pushed her aside, I wasn't rude about it I just instinctively obeyed my mistress. And Nyx was smiling ear to ear, revealing sharp canines. She looked frantic and desperate, exactly how I felt.

"Lean back." Her words were under-layered with something else, like another entity entirely. The other voice echoed within my mind as she spoke. The odd feeling sent shivers down my body. I couldn't focus on what the otherworldly voice said before my body obeyed mistress' command. My muscles flinched as I laid upon the cold floor, heart racing out of control.

With the maid I felt powerful, even with the cow women, I felt in control, and I liked it. Not under Nyx's gaze though. Under the mistress I felt weak, and not in a pathetic way, more like how I imagine the other women felt around me. My desire to be dominate and in charge was diminished entirely around my mistress. I felt a rush of pleasure obeying her wishes, in the act of pleasing her. Obedience was pleasure after all.

It was the type of rush you hold your breath in anticipation for the coming wild ride. That's exactly how I felt as I looked up at her leg move, straddling my waist. My cheeks might have been beat-red in submission, but I was eager as I could be. The way her tight, toned leg muscles looked, all shinny with her juices dripping down them. The black skirt hid nothing from me at this angle. I found myself ogling her bare pussy. The strangest thing was happened before my eyes. As Nyx gulped in large breaths of air her nether lips fluttered as if they were breathing on their own. I couldn't help but picture how those lower lips would feel when she took me.