Life in Bolares Ch. 04

Author Notes:

This story is a direct continuation of chapter 3. You can still enjoy it as a stand-alone piece (I think), but it would be far more enjoyable if you read the previous chapter (which can be read separately from the first 2 chapters)

Have fun, and leave a comment :)

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Annie woke up to the sound of water stopping and pipes choking. She was too exhausted to open her eyes, but heard someone bustling nearby. She knew she was in bed, but had no idea where. The most alarming thing was that she wasn't alone in it. Someone was spooning her. There was a hand holding her breast. Panicked, she turned and saw her roommate, Jules, sleeping in the same bed. She was still asleep.

What the hell happened last night?

Annie looked around and realized she was in a hotel room; it had two beds, one with her and, apparently, Jules. The other was empty.

"Jules?"

Jules didn't move. She wasn't a morning person.

A door opened. It was the shower door, and to her surprise, her teacher, Miss Levy, stepped out. She wore just her underwear--deep blue panties and a bra.

"Girls, get up; you'll be late." The teacher stood at the foot of the bed, hands on her waist like a superhero. Jules murmured. She was really not a morning person. Miss Levy sighed impatiently and yanked the blanket off. "Go on, get up, and get ready."

Annie already knew she was naked; she felt it. But she was surprised to learn that Jules was naked too. Even stranger, Jules was wearing a collar and a leash. The leash was incredibly short, and it went from Jules's collar to Annie's.

"What is going on?" Annie asked.

Miss Levy approached Jules's side of the bed with a key and undid the lock on Jules's collar, releasing the leash that connected the two necks. Miss Levy placed her hand on Jules's shoulder and shook her gently. "Wake up, Jules, we don't have time for this."

"Miss Levy, what's going on? Where am I?"

"In the motel," her teacher said. "We brought you here last night. You were really exhausted."

"Why am I naked? Why is Jules naked? Why is she in my bed? Why are you in our room? And why is Jules wearing a collar? Why was it connected to mine? I don't... I don't..."

Miss Levy answered all her questions. "We brought you here like this from the museum. This is my room. I wanted you here so I could keep an eye on you during the night. We were worried you might do something, so we figured the safest thing to do was to tie your collar to the bed. Jules then said that that was dangerous too, so she offered to hold on to the leash for the night. Then we figured the best way to hold the leash was to simply connect it to a KC device on Jules. She is a really good friend; you should cherish her. As for your other questions, Jules is naked because she doesn't have pajamas. And you are naked because... well, to tell you the truth, I'm not sure why you're naked."

Annie sat up on the bed, too tired to be embarrassed and cover herself. Yesterday's events started coming back to her: Getting covered in paint, stripping off to clean her clothes and destroying them in the process, realizing she had no spare clothes, walking completely naked around the museum surrounded by her classmates and complete strangers. The last thing she remembered was being tied and molested as part of an exhibition. But she had no idea how she got to the motel. Annie got off the bed, and Jules used the free space to stretch and then returned to a fetal position, trying to prolong her sleep. Miss Levy wasn't pleased; she grabbed Jules's collar, which was still attached, and pulled her up.

Jules woke violently. "Hey, that hurt!" she cried.

"Well, it was either that or spanking you. Now get ready. I'm going to see if the rest of the class has gotten ready as well. I'll see you two at breakfast. Don't forget to bring the keys." Miss Levy then dressed herself in a simple shirt and traveling pants. She packed the rest of her things, and on her way out, she ordered Jules, "Up, off the bed."

Jules grunted and did as she was told. Miss Levy undid Jules's collar, returned it to her bag, and left. Annie kept sneaking looks at Jules' naked body. It felt wrong staring at someone, let alone if she was indecent. The fact that Annie herself was naked didn't change that fact. It was the first time she saw Jules naked. Sure, she walked around the house in minimal clothes all the time, but she never revealed anything. Jules had a slim build, tight butt, and the "infamous" small boobs. Annie knew Jules felt insecure about them, but honestly, she couldn't tell why. They were perky and round and pretty, and they fitted her very well.

Jules stretched her arms up and wrapped them around Annie.

Crap, did she notice I was staring?

"Good morning, Mon chéri," she said and squeezed Annie tight. "She is really beautiful, isn't she?"

"Who is?"

"Miss Levy. Tamar. Did you know she sleeps naked like us?"

"No. Why would I know that? Plus, what do you mean like us? I don't sleep naked."

Jules looked down at her friend. "Right... not naked."

Jules grabbed Annie's leash and pulled her to the bathroom. "Hey, what are you doing?"

"I'm going to the shower, and I can't leave you here alone, so you have to come with me."

"I'm not some child who gets lost."

"But you did get lost."

"I..." Annie was about to object, but truth be told, she did get lost yesterday. Not that she thought being locked in a leash and a collar was the appropriate response.

"Go on, Annie, it's not like I'm enjoying carrying you. Let's be quick."

In the bathroom, Jules found a metal bar used for towels and used it to tie Annie. "Stay here while I'm taking a shower."

Annie was tied too far away from the sink to at least use this time to brush her teeth and wash her face. Her body felt strange. Her shoulders ached from being tied above her head for so long. Her thighs and knees felt weak--so weak, in fact, that she realized she should probably sit. The worst thing was her pussy. It was sore. It had been used for hours yesterday, and it was so sensitive she could feel every gust of wind passing through it. She knelt, both knees on the floor and spread apart. This way, her sore pussy wasn't touching anything, and the cool air eased the soreness. She looked at Jules. The shower glass door was tinted in the middle, but Jules's face was clear, and she was looking at Annie. She was taking her time. Too much time.

"What are you doing?" Annie asked.

"Could you turn so you would face me?"

Annie saw Jules's shoulder moving rapidly, and a horrible realization dawned on her. "Oh my God! Are you masturbating? This is so gross!"

"Hey! Don't say that. It's not gross. Come on, could you please turn?"

A sudden flush of shame came over Annie. She covered her breasts and pussy and turned away from Jules.

"Hey! This isn't fair. You got to cum so much yesterday. The least you can do is help me. Don't be so selfish; I helped you last night."

Annie shrugged. "No! Use your imagination."

"Never mind... You ruined it." Jules stopped the shower and went to brush her teeth at the sink. She was dripping all over the floor, and Annie waited patiently for her turn in the shower. But Jules took her time at the sink as well. She brushed her teeth, flossed, then used mouthwash. After that, she combed her hair, dried her face, and applied lotion. She hadn't spoken during the whole process. She simply did her routine, completely ignoring the naked kneeling girl beside her. She went out of the bathroom and came back quickly with a makeup kit and applied simple eyeliner and blush. By the time she finished, she was almost dry. Whatever was left, she toweled off.

She untied Annie, who just realized she could have done that herself the whole time, and pulled her out of the shower. "Hey! What about me? I want to shower too."

"No can do. We are too late."

"What? That's not fair. You took too long. You hogged the shower, again!"

Jules ignored her. Instead, she got dressed and packed her bag. "Let's go," Jules said, holding the leash and heading for the door. Annie stopped her, pulling the leash.

"Wait, I can't go out like this. I need clothes."

"Why?" The question was so direct and with an obvious answer that it confused Annie.

"What do you mean 'why?' Because I can't go out naked."

"Why not? Everyone has already seen you naked." Jules pulled on the leash with impatience and anger.

"Stop it! You're hurting me." Annie held the leash in her hands and pulled too, resulting in a tugging war where Annie had much more to lose.

"Just give me some of your clothes. I saw you have some. Give me what you wore yesterday. I don't mind."

"I thought a slut like you liked going around naked, teasing everyone," Jules said sharply.

Annie gasped. She couldn't figure out why on earth Jules would refuse her. She was so friendly in the morning, and now it's like she hates her. "Come on, Jules, it's no trouble for you, and I'll wash them. Heck, I'll do all the laundry for the next three weeks. Just give me something."

Jules made a face as if she were considering it. "No," was the answer.

Annie looked around, and an idea popped into her mind. She pulled on the leash hard, freeing it from Jules. She pulled the bed sheet off and wrapped it around her body, making some sort of Greek goddess garment. Annie looked in the mirror and was surprised to see how good she looked. Annie handed the leash triumphantly back to Jules, who snorted in disapproval.

In the lobby, Jules found Miss Levy standing in the middle, with a pile of room keys in her hand. Jules handed the keys and the leash to Miss Levy. The teacher could tell the two girls were upset with each other. She gave Jules directions to the dining hall, and Jules left.

"Excuse me. Are you wearing our bed sheets?" A man behind the admission counter yelled.

Annie and Miss Levy turned to the man, and since he was standing far away and yelling, every other person in the lobby was looking as well. Miss Levy looked at Annie and seemed to agree with the man.

"Excuse me," he said while stomping toward the two. "Are you planning to steal this?"

Annie was ashamed. She's a good person. She never broke the law. And she never stole.

"No, I'm not stealing. You see, I don't have anything else to wear, so I was thinking I could borrow this for today, and I'll bring it back, I swear. But I really need this."

The man seemed to understand the predicament Annie was in. His face relaxed, and he seemed to contemplate Annie's request.

That is, until Miss Levy intervened. "You are right. This is outrageous and far beneath our school standards." She pulled on Annie's makeshift toga, stripping her in the lobby, and handed the fabric back to the man. Annie covered herself with her arms. Miss Levy looked down on her. "I am so disappointed. What has gotten into you?"

Miss Levy pulled her trusted handbook from her bag and started browsing. Annie dreaded what would come next.

"There we go, theft. Twenty spanks." She closed the book and placed it back in the bag. "Well, might as well get it over with. Bend down, please." She gestured to the couch in the middle of the lobby.

"Please, Tamar, can I have clothes? This is so embarrassing."

"Annie," Miss Levy said in an irritated tone, "if you wanted to wear clothes, you should have packed a bag like the rest of us."

"But I did! That stupid driver never put them in the trunk."

"And you have absolutely nothing to wear?"

"Not a single thing. Please, can I get something?" Annie reached a hand forward, careful not to expose herself.

Miss Levy scanned Annie from top to toe. "You cannot."

Annie was shocked by the sharp response, and before she could object, her teacher moved her behind the couch and pushed on her back. Arching over the backrest, Annie's hands were on the couch seat, her ass lifted. Miss Levy began to spank her, and Annie counted the spanks out of habit. She couldn't figure out why Miss Levy's spankings were so painful. But they were the most painful she had so far. It was like she was whipping her with her thin palms. She stopped when Timmy came.

"Tamar, the bus driver hasn't gotten up yet. Some of us are waiting next to the bus, but he's not there. Oh, hey, Annie," he said and smiled.

Tamar stopped the spanking and rested her hands on Annie's ass.

"I'm sorry about yesterday, Annie. I didn't mean to hurt you. I can take the leash again today and keep an eye on you as an apology. I know how much you get scared being alone."

"Whatever," Annie said in the bitchiest tone she could muster.

"That's very kind, Timmy, but I'd rather you take me to the driver's room. I'll go wake him up. Annie, sweetheart, I'll leave you here for now, but don't worry, I'll tie this"--she waved the loose end of the leash - "with a triple knot to this couch. Trust me, you won't go anywhere." She tied the leash with surprising expert-like dexterity to the foot of the couch, keeping Annie in her bent position, denying her the ability to get up and forcing her head even lower, as a result sticking her ass even higher. She patted Annie on the head. "There. Nice and safe, you won't get lost, I promise. We will continue your punishment when I return. Stay here."

Like I have a choice.

Tamar and Timmy went to fetch the driver. Meanwhile, the whole lobby gathered around Annie. It wasn't a big motel, but ten people circling naked Annie was more than enough. She reached her hands back to cover her ass and buried her face in the couch. People started taking pictures of Annie; some of them even posed next to her.

No, God, no, this can't be happening. This is so embarrassing. I can't reach to untie myself and can't even cover my ass in this position. And they are taking pictures. This is it, I'm ruined. It will be in the paper tomorrow. I can see the headline: "Evil American Girl Stripped and Punished in Public."

After a few minutes, Jules showed up to see what all the noise was about. The minute she saw Annie's entirely pink ass, she burst out laughing. "Naked already? It took you less than ten minutes."

She leaned closer to Annie and whispered, "See, I told you you're a slut."

"Please, Jules, please, can I have some clothes? I'll do anything you want."

"Anything, you say?"

Annie didn't like where this was going, but she had no other choice.

"Anything."

"Hmm, nope," she said and burst out laughing again, seeing the disappointed look on Annie's face.

The teacher came back with the driver, who seemed to be very sleepy. Seeing Annie woke him up immediately. Tamar resumed her spot behind Annie. "Where did we stop?"

And Annie couldn't remember.

"Oh, well, I guess we'll go from the top."

"Wait..." Smack!

***

Today, the trip was to a local dairy farm. This had nothing to do with the arts. This was a decision of the Bolarian board. Any professional field trip must include at least one day of Bolarian culture. This day, they were going to learn about the long and proud cheese-making culture of Bolares.

They sat in the visitor center. It looked like it was built from old wood on the inside, but it was just a decoration, since the outside was completely new. It gave the room a more traditional look; the walls were decorated with old black-and-white photos of farmers working the field and herding cows. The class sat in two rows on wooden benches. Miss Levy, Annie, and Jules sat in the corner. Annie sat cross-legged and covered her breasts. A man came and started explaining where they were and how this began as a small family business and grew to be one of the larger dairy producers in the area, all while retaining traditional methods. He gave an overview of the cheese-making process and explained that they would get to experience all of it today, starting from the cow and ending with, much to the class's delight, cheese and wine tasting. Annie wasn't excited. In fact, she wasn't listening. All she cared about was getting some clothes. It drove her mad that everyone seemed to simply accept the fact that she was naked, and they offered no help; most of them didn't even comment. The man speaking to them surely seemed not to care.

He sent them off to walk the farm and explained that this was a free-range farm, meaning the cows here roamed relatively freely. "Most farms are not like this," he said. "For economic reasons." However, the man stated that this way, the cheese does, in fact, taste better.

Annie walked, and Miss Levy held the leash. Many boys offered to take the leash, but considering past events, Miss Levy thought it would be safer if she held on to Annie. But she did ask Jules to stay close and walk with her. Walking barefoot was the hardest part. After a while, she had gotten used to being naked. She didn't like it, but she got used to it. Walking barefoot on the gravel was new and painful. She felt every small pebble underneath her feet; it caused her to walk slowly and awkwardly and every once in a while, caused her to lose balance, making her shoot her hands outward to counteract and, as a result, exposing herself. The boys didn't seem to have enough; even after seeing her naked for almost an entire day yesterday, many still stared.

They walked off the trail and into the grassy land. This was much better on the feet. It didn't hurt, but it felt strange being tickled by the tall grass, which came halfway to her calves. As they walked, one of the students asked why some of the cows had bells around their necks. The guide explained that this was in case they got lost; the sound makes them easier to find. They don't put them on all the cows, otherwise, it would make a deafening sound. Just the ones prone to getting lost, like the very old ones and the very young ones. Just the troublemakers.

"Oh, that's interesting," Miss Levy said. "We have the same thing, sort of. We gave Annie a KC device so she won't get lost." She held the leash up.

"Perhaps we should give her a bell too," Jules offered.

The class seemed to love the idea. "Oh, yes, we don't want you to get lost again, Annie," someone said. Miss Levy was touched by the thoughtful idea, and the guide agreed that this would make for a valuable lesson. He ordered one of the young stable boys to run and fetch a bell. It was far larger up close, or at least when not compared to a giant cow. They said it was the smallest bell, but given it was the size of a grown man's fist. Attaching it was fairly easy; it had a metal ring that connected right to the metal ring on Annie's collar. It was heavy. Annie had to actively engage her neck muscles to prevent her head from falling down.

"Oh, if I have the bell, does that mean you can undo the leash?"

Miss Levy dismissed her. "Under no circumstances."

It was worth a shot.

As they walked, the bell clanged and rang and made everyone aware of the naked girl walking in the meadow. Jules spotted a barn in the distance; she suggested that they should go there, but Miss Levy wasn't interested in walking that far away from the group. She wanted to be able to watch over all the students at the same time as much as possible. So Jules went alone, except Annie, who saw an opportunity to be far away from all the prying eyes of horny teens, asked to join her. Jules didn't seem pleased by the offer, but Miss Levy thought it was a good idea and handed Jules the leash.

Jules hadn't spoken to Annie the whole way there. Annie was fine with this. When they got to the barn, Jules tied Annie in one of the corners and went to look around.

"If you try to run away I'll hear the bell and tell Miss Levy. Wonder how many spanks that will get you?"

"Wait, are you going to leave me alone?"

"What, afraid you'll get lost again?" Jules said and disappeared from sight.

Annie huffed. "No..." But the truth was, she was kind of scared to be left tied naked and alone.

Annie hadn't noticed that as she walked to the barn away from the class, she stopped covering herself. It was strange that it was no longer an instinct. She blamed her tired hands for it and not her lack of modesty. Suddenly, Annie heard a strange sound. A horse came from inside the barn behind a closed door toward Annie. She hadn't noticed that this barn was for horses. The horse got closer, and Annie reached a hand to pet it. He was so big, towering over Annie. Annie had seen horses before, but this one seemed particularly large.

"Howdy!" a voice called from behind. Annie jumped back and covered her private parts again.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to touch the horse," she said and immediately regretted it.

"You touched the horse by accident?"

Annie had nothing to say; she again felt like a child being caught doing something wrong.

"I'm just messing with you; it's okay, you can pet him. He actually seems to like you. And he usually doesn't like anyone. That means he can tell you have a kind soul." She smiled again. Her teeth were so white. She had a classic girl-next-door beauty, brown wavy hair, and hazel brown eyes. She wore dirty pants and a dirty shirt, and she had a cowboy hat.

"Are you an actual cowboy?"

The girl looked down and pressed her round breasts. "Cow... boy?"

Annie flushed. "Uh, no, I mean, I mean you are, you're a girl, you're a pretty girl, I'm sorry."

"Pretty girl?" she asked in a teasing tone.

"No, that's not what I meant."

"So I'm not pretty?"

"No! You are. I'm just... never mind."

The cowgirl burst out laughing. "You're cute." She looked Annie up and down and asked, "Say, why are you naked?"

Annie was dumbfounded. She actually noticed her nudity. And she addressed her nudity. She had no answer, so she told her the truth.

"I lost my clothes, and I don't have anything else to wear."

"And they just let you walk around naked?"

"Yes, my teacher doesn't mind, the class doesn't mind, and apparently, it's legal here for some reason."

"And do you mind?" the cowgirl asked.

"Well, it happened before, and everyone's already seen me, so what does it matter?"

"It happened before?" The cowgirl had a puzzled look. "I mean, I have stuff for you to wear if you want."

Annie lit up. "Yes, yes, yes, please, I would love to have something to wear."

The cowgirl laughed. "Well, it seems you do mind." Annie laughed too.

Cowgirl left and came back a few minutes later with a plastic bag. "This is the only thing I could find in the gift shop. You can have it for free; no one buys it anyway."

Annie looked at the bag and immediately understood why no one was buying it. It was revealing underwear made of a single piece in a V shape going from the crotch to the breasts, made of strings and small patches of fabric. The only thing that made it related to the dairy farm was the cow pattern. It came with leggings and arm sleeves that had the same cow pattern.

"I'm sorry. This really is the only thing I have to give you. My horny brother convinced my parents that sex sells. Except apparently no one wants dairy brand lingerie." She seemed embarrassed by this poor solution she offered.

"It's perfect," Annie said, trying to cheer her up.

"It is?" She lifted her head.

"I mean, it's the most amount of clothing I've had in the past 24 hours. So yeah, it's perfect."

Annie ripped the plastic bag and began to get dressed. She began with the big pieces, the leggings and arm sleeves, for the maximum net amount of cover. It mainly felt good to have something press against her skin. Cowgirl thought it was a strange decision but didn't object. Annie examined the main piece. It wasn't a single elastic piece. It had to be tied from the back. Moreover, looking closely, Annie saw that there was only a thin string going up the ass, meaning it wouldn't have any cover. But still, it was a million times better than the alternative. She struggled to get the thing on without falling. Eventually, she asked for help.

Cowgirl approached and instead of going behind her, stepped right in front of her. They placed the V-shaped part roughly in the correct position, and then Cowgirl hugged her. This way, with their bodies pressed against each other and the fabric in the middle, it wouldn't fall. It was truly an awkward design, and tying the strings took a while. it certainly didn't help that instead of looking down at the strings, Cowgirl looked into Annie's eyes. She was so close. Her breath smelled so nice. Her eyes seemed even prettier up close. Annie's lips were so close to hers. Annie didn't mind that it took her a long time to tie it up; it felt good just standing there close to her. Annie leaned forward, and...

SMACK!

"Ohh, fudge!" Annie yelled. The sharp pain in her ass was like nothing she had felt before. She used her hands to cover her ass. The main piece fell to the ground before the cowgirl could tie it.

"Ohh, I'm sorry, I thought you were a cow." Jules had a diabolical look. She held a riding crop.

"Actually, it's for horses," Cowgirl intervened. She bent to pick up the main piece off the ground and motioned for Jules to give her the riding crop. Cowgirl resumed putting the bikini on Annie, who was grateful. She finished tying the bikini and topped it off by placing fake cow ears on a bow that came with the package.

"What do you think?" Cowgirl asked.

"I guess a cow is a fitting outfit," Jules snorted.

"I think it's great," Annie said. She looked past her shoulders down to inspect the new outfit. It might be the sluttiest thing she ever wore, but considering not wearing anything, it was better.

"I'm sorry I didn't have anything more modest to give you."

"Nonsense," Annie giggled and touched Cowgirl's shoulder. "This is the most amount of clothes I've worn in the past 24 hours."

Jules's face turned red. "Well, time to go." She hurried to undo the tie she had made with the leash.

"Just a minute, one more thing," the cowgirl said and hurried to bring back a yellow tag with a number and a letter. She attached the tag like an earring to Annie. "Perfect," she exclaimed.

Annie was a bit embarrassed by this. The tag was new, and it did complete the outfit, but it seemed unnecessary to her. With the bell, the tag, and the outfit, she was as close to a cow as possible.

Cowgirl leaned to kiss Annie on the cheek, but Jules pulled the leash quickly and dragged Annie out of the shed. Jules walked faster than usual, and Annie's bell made a lot of noise. "Hey, Jules, what the fuck?"

"Come on you slut, we are late," she said as she walked in front of Annie.

Slut? What did I do? What's wrong with her?

***

The class heard Annie's bell from afar. As agreed, they reconvened at the visitor center where they left off. Most of the class was already there, including Miss Levy. As Annie approached, the class pointed out her new outfit. "I'm glad to see you found some clothes," Miss Levy said. "I trust you didn't steal those."

"No, it was a gift," Annie said, and a smile crept up her face. She touched the yellow earring tag gently. She considered taking it off, but it was a gift from the cowgirl, and she preferred to keep it.

The guide explained that now they would go to see how cows are being milked. He led them to another building, which was more of a shed. It had two platforms surrounded by gates, and from the ceilings, sucking machines dangled. The place seemed strangely clean for a milking facility. Annie had never seen one in person, but she knew enough about cows to know that they were filthy animals. To Jules and Annie's surprise, the cowgirl stood on one of the platforms, waiting for the class.

"Howdy!" she said and laughed, showing her big smile.

Annie felt like her laugh melted her embarrassment away. She stared at the cowgirl.

"I'm just kidding, we don't really say that here. I just like American western movies."

The class stood in line in front of the platform where Cowgirl was standing. She recognized Annie in the crowd and smiled at her.

"My name is Lacey. And today, I will explain how you milk a cow."

Lacey started by explaining where the cows come in, where they're placed, and where they're fed while the suction cups are being attached. She showed how you would lock a cow in place and how you would keep it busy by feeding it. She explained the cow's anatomy and the physical principle behind the suction cups. She explained where the milk goes and is stored. One of the students stopped her.

"Are we going to see an actual cow, or are you just going to describe it to us?"

"That's an excellent question, and the answer is no. The reason is that cows are divided into groups, and each group has to be milked together; otherwise, we start having problems. So, unless you guys brought your own cow, we will stick to talking."

The entire class slowly turned to Annie.

Annie, who was concentrated on the cowgirl's lips, hadn't noticed that attention was focused on her now.

"What?" she said.

"Is it okay?" Miss Levy asked Lacey, who agreed. "Annie, would you like to demonstrate for the class?"

"Oh, I would rather not," Annie said, trying to make herself look smaller.

"Oh, come on, Annie. I'll give you an A+ and I'll forget about what you did this morning."

Meanwhile, Lacey jumped off the platform and walked toward Annie. "It's okay, baby, I will be gentle," Lacey said.

Annie stared into Lacey's brown eyes.

"Okay, I'll do it for the A+," she said, half-dreaming.

She took the leash from Jules, who was reluctant to give it, and walked Annie up the platform. She turned to the class with Annie by her side. "This is great; I think we'll have a much more productive educational experience now. Let's do it from the top. Like I said, the cows come in from there." She walked Annie to the side of the barn. She instructed her to climb and stand between two metal fences that are used as a guide for the incoming cows. Annie stood on the other side of the fence where the operator is supposed to be. For some reason, she didn't start and seemed to consider something. "You know, my grandpa always said that if women had twenty kilos of milk in their breasts, they would walk on all fours as well." The class burst out laughing, and Lacey nudged Annie down. Annie took the hint and went on all fours, her knees and hands touching the ground.

"Great, now as they walk, they each get placed in their station." Lacey used the leash to guide Annie into one of the milking stations. It was made out of four metal fences and was close to one of the suction machines. "The head goes here, and then we lock it." Even though it was made for a beast much larger than Annie, it was adjustable; Annie's head was caught between two metal bars, facing the class. "Now that the cow is in place, she would usually have food and water in front of her, and she would stand still for the whole process."

Lacey grabbed a laser barcode reader. "As I said, since the cows are divided into groups, the first thing we do is scan each cow so we can keep track of how much yield a specific cow gives and, in case we discover she was sick, we can quickly determine where her milk went and destroy it." She scanned the ear tag on Annie.

"Great, now we can start." She grabbed something made of several suction cups connected by tubes that went up to a tank hanging above their heads. She grabbed the suction cups. "Just two in this case," she said, gaining some laughter from the class. "We never come from the back, always from the side." She reached her hand and moved the bikini she herself had just put on Annie a few moments ago to the sides, exposing Annie's breasts. And then, in a quick motion, one that indicated that Lacey had a lot of practice in this, she attached the suction cups right on Annie's nipples. The cups immediately created a small vacuum and sealed themselves into place. Annie squealed a little. The entire class's breath was taken away.

Annie wasn't sure how to feel; on the one hand, it felt like it was pressing and tugging at the same time. She felt the pressure increasing. She started to move, trying to find a better position, but her head was stuck; all she did was rattle her bell. Despite herself, she found it arousing, and a quivering "wow" escaped her lips.

"And that's it," Lacey said. "The machine will gradually increase the pressure until milk will flow out." The machine made all kinds of clicking and shifting sounds of metal and plastic. And as the pressure increased, Annie couldn't contain herself anymore. She began to scream and moan. "Any questions?"

The class was still in shock. They had seen Annie naked before, and last night was a step up. But this had completely stunned them.

Finally, one of the students asked, "But where's the milk?"

Lacey laughed. "Oh, no. Milk is only produced when the cow is pregnant. This is just a demonstration. But if there was any milk, it would have gone up these tubes to the tank."

"And aren't you using your hands?" another female student asked. "Like in the movies?"

Lacey laughed again. It wasn't a condescending laugh, and everyone felt that. It resembled more of a loving mother than a cynical teacher. "My parents used to do it, but we have machines nowadays; they are far more efficient. But I can show you if you'd like."

The class nodded as a single person.

Lacey went to detach the cups from Annie's breasts. "Since no milk came out, the vacuum is very strong." She had to fondle Annie's breasts for a good minute until she managed to detach the cups. She freed Annie's head from the metal bars and walked her to the front of the platform. She positioned Annie so that her side was facing the class. She hopped down on the platform so her head would be about the same height as Annie's breasts. She started by demonstrating the motion in the air. It included a pinch and a pull. She asked the class to repeat the motion and try it for themselves. Even Annie, who still had her breasts out and was on all fours, used one hand to practice the demonstration. Once Lacey was satisfied that the class had gotten the gist of it, she placed one hand on Annie's breast. The class stopped practicing at once and watched.

"Pinch," Lacey said and pinched Annie's breast. "And pull."

Annie cried out.

Lacey demonstrated again. "Pinch... and pull." Annie yelped louder.

"It's a bit awkward since the shape is different, but I hope you guys got the gist of it."

"I can't see anything, Annie's arms are obscuring the view," Timmy complained.

"Perhaps you can turn her so that she would face us?" Miss Levy suggested.

Lacey agreed and pulled on the leash. Lacey hopped and sat on the platform next to Annie. It was much more convenient for her to place a hand on each breast. She reached from behind and grabbed each breast. "Can everyone see well?" Lacey shook Annie's breasts to indicate what the center of attention should be. The class nodded.

"Great." Lacey then spat on her hands and got into a rhythm. It took her a while to find it, but eventually, she found it. Annie closed her eyes and concentrated on the feeling of beautiful Lacey massaging her breasts. Her nipples were sensitive to begin with, considering all the excitement she had had in the past day, and they grew more sensitive as Lacey kept pinching them. Unconsciously, she began to moan.

"Do cows enjoy it this much too?" Jules snickered. The class burst into laughter. Annie didn't even notice. She was in her own bliss.

"A different kind of enjoyment," Lacey replied while working Annie's breasts. "You would be relieved too if I took twenty kilos of milk off you. Not that it looks like you can store that much."

The entire class laughed, and Jules covered her small breasts in shame.

Lacey stopped the demonstration and asked if there were any questions. Of course, the boys in the class asked for further demonstrations and clarifications, and Lacey decided to entertain them and kept toying with Annie for another ten minutes. They only finished the session because the time ran out, not the questions of the class.

Lacey got up on her feet, standing on the platform, and pulled Annie up by the leash. As Annie rose, she was still dizzy; her breasts were still out, but she didn't care.

"Oh my God!" one of the girls in the class exclaimed. "Is that milk?"

Both Annie and Lacey looked down. Indeed, a few small white drops were coming down from Annie's nipple. Shocked, Annie quickly covered her breasts.

"Is she pregnant?" a boy asked.

"No, I'm not," Annie shot back.

Lacey intervened on her behalf. "Heaven, no. This could happen due to overstimulation of the nipples."

"Horny Annie strikes again!" someone called out. Miss Levy shushed him.

Lacey approached Annie to place the bikini back on her breasts and whispered. "I'm so sorry this happened. I didn't mean to do that. But, it was fun." She finished placing the bikini back. Annie felt that Lacey took her time to place it back just right, and she didn't mind it that much.

"Let's give it up to our beautiful model cow!" Lacey clapped, and the class followed her. Annie blushed.

Beautiful?

Lacey took the leash and handed Annie back to a very angry Jules.

***

The next station was the cheese-making process. The class put on hairnets and shoe covers. They walked through the factory, looking at large tubs of milk being stirred. Annie wore the same protection as the rest of the class, but on her, it looked redundant.

The final stage of the tour was the one most of the students looked forward to: cheese and wine tasting. It was past noon, and the class entered a fancy building. It had bread, cheeses, and wines of different kinds all lined up on a table, along with some fruits and vegetables. Annie gulped. She hadn't eaten anything since yesterday's lunch sandwich. Now that she thought about it, it had been almost 24 hours since she last ate. All the excitement and teasing made her forget about it, but now the hunger came crashing in full force, and the food looked so good.

Annie started walking toward the food table when Jules tugged the leash back hard.

"Not so fast, you dirty American."

"What the hell, Jules?!"

Miss Levy saw the two and intervened. "What's the matter you two?"

"Look at her Tamar, she's so dirty. She can't eat like that."

It was true. Annie's hands and feet were dark with mud and dust. Her body was sticky and dirty from sweat, and to top it off, she had just lactated on herself.

"Well, if you had let me take a shower in the morning, I wouldn't be."

"She's right," Miss Levy said. "Annie, you need to go wash yourself before you eat. This is unhealthy."

Annie sighed. "Fine, where is the bathroom?"

Jules led Annie out and toward the barn, where they met Lacey.

"Where are you taking me?"

Jules didn't answer. She just led Annie by the leash into the barn. "I know I saw a hose here. There we go!"

"Wait!" Annie yelled, and a splash of cold water hit her.

"Holy shit, this is so cold."

Jules laughed and directed the cold stream of water away from Annie. Annie tried to seize this opportunity and leaped forward to grab the hose, but Jules quickly directed the stream at Annie's face again. Annie couldn't get close, and she couldn't get away since Jules was holding the leash. The stream kept pouring on her, soaking every inch of her body.

Annie almost fell when Jules pulled her leash. She was too disoriented to see what was going on. Jules led her to the middle of the barn, under a low wooden beam. She threw the leash over the beam and pulled. Annie rose to her toes, trying to ease the tension. The collar choked her; she could only breathe because the collar was wide, and the pressure was dispersed around her throat. Annie reached up to pull on the leash, but it didn't help. The leash was strong, and it's not like Annie could pull herself up. When she did pull, however, the tension around her neck did ease. But then her arms would grow tired, and the tension would return in full force, making it worse. Eventually, she decided to let it be and get used to the slight and constant choke.

Jules watched with devilish delight as Annie squirmed to find her balance. When the bell around Annie's neck stopped ringing, Jules continued, "Now that you are all secured, we can get you cleaned up." Annie glared at Jules. "Fuck you" was all she managed to speak out, along with two middle fingers. Jules chuckled and went to retrieve some items lying around the barn.

First, she used a horse gag, the smallest she could find. She placed the hard plastic rod in Annie's mouth and tied it. Then she used the ropes she found to tie Annie's arms to the wooden beam above, spreading her hands. The makeshift ties dug into Annie's skin.

"Mffff!" she protested.

Finally, Jules brought the riding crop she had used before. Annie's eyes widened in fear.

No, no, not this.

Annie was cold and shivering, and the anticipation of the whip made her even more sensitive.

"What's the matter, mon chéri?"

"No, Jules," Annie murmured. Why is she doing this? I thought we were friends.

Miss Levy called from the barn entrance. Jules threw the riding crop aside and turned to meet the teacher. Miss Levy inspected the scene.

"What's going on here?" she asked in a demanding voice. She came close to look at helpless Annie.

Yes! Miss Levy to the rescue.

"I sent you to wash her hands; explain yourself."

"She was dirty, so I decided to wash her," Jules said.

"All of her?"

"She was very dirty, and she didn't shower this morning, so I figured I might as well."

Miss Levy looked at the ropes spreading Annie's arms.

"You are not supposed to do it like this," Miss Levy said and began to untie Annie.

Yes! Yes! Oh, you are in so much trouble Jules! Bet you'll get like fifty spanks for this.

"Your ties are all wrong."

What?

"They are too narrow and tight. This is very dangerous, Jules. You could have blocked the blood flow."

Jules seemed to be as surprised as Annie.

"And also, why are you washing her with her clothes on? You should have stripped her before getting her all wet. It will take them a long time to dry now. Come here."

Jules approached. The teacher removed Annie's arm sleeve and redid the tie; as she did, she explained the process to Jules. "You see? If you use a double rope, you can make it wider and more comfortable. And remember to keep the tension as you tie."

Annie stared in disbelief.

Miss Levy let Jules practice on Annie's second arm, under her watchful eye. "Not bad, Juliette! Is this your first time tying?"

Such a strange question.

Jules and Miss Levy removed Annie's leggings and bikini. They even took out the cow bell and yellow ear tag, leaving Annie completely naked except for her collar, which was still choking her, and the gag.

"Why the gag?" Miss Levy asked as she shook one of its ends that stuck out of the corner of Annie's mouth, as if to check how secure the gag was.

"To prevent water from going in and choking her," Jules lied.

It was a ridiculous lie, but Miss Levy seemed impressed by the extra care she gave Annie.

"Mfff maf fffiii," Annie tried to protest.

How could she fall for that?

"Don't worry, Annie, I'll keep it on," Miss Levy said. "Jules, you did a great job. I brought you some food to try. I didn't want you to miss all the fun. Sit and enjoy; I'll finish cleaning her."

Jules wasn't sure what that meant, and she didn't like the fact that Miss Levy interrupted her playtime with Annie, again. But she was too curious to see where this was going, so she didn't argue. She placed Annie's clothes to dry and sat on a pile of wheat with a box of fine cheese, bread, and fruits. And she watched her naked roommate struggling to find good footing.

Miss Levy didn't miss a moment and immediately got to work. She did a quick tour around the barn and came back with a bucket, a sponge, and a black leather apron. "I found some soap too," she said as she filled the bucket with water; foam rose inside. Both Annie and Jules were shocked when Miss Levy began to undress.

"Tamar!" Jules called.

"I don't want my clothes to get wet." She stripped to her blue bra and panties and stopped there. Much to Jules's dismay. Miss Levy put on the apron and got to work. She hosed down Annie to get her wet again. The water was still freezing. But Annie had no way to protect herself. She felt goosebumps forming on her skin; her nipples stiffened.

Then Miss Levy grabbed the sponge and dipped it in the soapy bucket. She began to scrub Annie. The sponge wasn't meant for humans. It was big and rough. It scratched Annie's skin as Miss Levy scrubbed. And Miss Levy scrubbed indeed. She used a lot of force, driving the sponge into Annie's skin. And she made sure not to miss a single spot. She began at the top, with Annie's neck. Then her arms and back. She hadn't slowed down when reaching the nipples.

"Sooff auunn," Annie tried to plea. Her already sensitive nipples couldn't take the hard scrubbing, and each scrub felt like fire. But it was a good fire. She felt disappointed when her teacher finished with her breasts and worked her way down her belly.

Jules sat and enjoyed the show. She was worried about Miss Levy interrupting her fun with Annie. But this, watching the hottest teacher in school, in her panties, scrubbing a naked Annie, the hottest student in the school, was way better than what she had planned for Annie. Jules considered masturbating, but Miss Levy was right there. So she opted to enjoy the food and show instead.

When Miss Levy reached Annie's crotch, Annie wouldn't open her legs. She was already on her tiptoes, trying to ease the tension of the leash. Spreading her legs would lower her and choke her more. Miss Levy understood this. She brought another rope and tied it just above Annie's left knee; she threw the rest of the rope above the bar overhead and pulled. Annie's left knee rose to a 90-degree angle, sideways from her body. She was now balancing on a single leg. And she was as spread as she could possibly get.

Jules almost choked on a grape when Miss Levy tapped Annie's pussy twice. "Much better, right, Annie?"

Annie wouldn't admit it, but the extra anchor point provided by the leg tie did make it easier to balance, even if just one foot was touching the ground. Miss Levy scrubbed the legs thoroughly. Even the soles of her feet got a scrub, tickling her. When she scrubbed Annie's ass, Miss Levy asked, "Does it still sore from the morning?" Annie shook her head.

Annie's crotch was the only thing left to clean. As Miss Levy approached, Annie flinched back.

Fuck, this is going to hurt.

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle," Miss Levy said as if she heard her thoughts.

And she was incredibly gentle. She moved the sponge slowly, up and down in long strokes. Each time reaching all the way back to her ass. She increased the pressure slowly, gauging the reaction on Annie.

Fuck, it feels so good. Harder, please, harder.

The teacher's movements turned circular, making sure the inner thighs got cleaned as well.

Yes, yes, yes, keep going.

Annie looked at Jules. She wasn't eating anymore. She was hypnotized by the sight. Their eyes locked. Annie stared directly at Jules as their teacher was giving her a hand job, basically.

Annie remembered waking up next to her, both naked. How she hugged her and took her to the shower. How Jules looked at her while masturbating in the shower, much like how she was looking at her right now. Annie felt it coming. Her muscles began to stiffen, the sense of choking increased, and the world shrank to be her body alone, and then it stopped.

"There, all cleaned," Miss Levy proclaimed and rose up to face Annie, severing the look between the two teens.

"Mfffmfmfm!!" Annie wiggled in frustration.

I am so close! Keep going, Tamar!

"Got a little excited for a moment, didn't we?"

Annie was surprised she had mentioned that. Usually, all the teachers around her seemed oblivious to her predicaments.

Annie's face was red from the lack of oxygen, the excitement, and the embarrassment. She wanted to cum so badly; she didn't care that it would be in front of her teacher and classmate. Tears began to form in her eyes.

"Oh, dear," Miss Levy said. "Let's get that pretty face cleaned up."

She scooped some soap from Annie's body and gently cleaned her face. As she did so, she talked to Annie in a reflective, soft tone. So soft in fact, that Jules couldn't hear a thing.

"Why are you upset? Cold? Uncomfortable? The collar choking? Embarrassed, maybe?"

She locked her gaze into Annie's eyes.

"Or is because I didn't let you cum?" that tone was different. Meaner.

Annie nodded as much as she could. She tried to tilt her pelvis up, squeezing her ass and abs as much as she could, bring her pussy closer to Miss Levy, begging her to finish the job.

"What is it?" she gasped a little, fake, teasing gasp. "You're still horny? Even after yesterday? Even after I stripped you and made you prance around naked all day? Even after that cute cowgirl titty fucked you in front of everyone?"

Annie could barely register what Miss Levy was saying; she just nodded as hard as she could.

"It's a shame she gave you that outfit. I was hoping to keep you naked at least until we got back to school. You know, I thought you were an exhibitionist, that you strip on purpose. And that was hot enough. But to learn that you don't actually want that. And it just keeps happening to you? Well, that makes torturing you even more delicious."

Miss Levy reached her hand to Annie's pussy. Annie's eyes were unfocused, her mind slow; she just wanted that relief. instead Miss Levy gave Annie a sharp slap on pussy. "Squeaky clean," she said, loudly, getting Jules' attention.

Miss Levy moved back to inspect her work. Annie was covered in soap and water. The teacher used the hose to rinse the soap off, freezing Annie again and cooling down any hope of cumming. Annie was dripping and shining.

"I couldn't find any rags or towels, so I think we'll leave her to air dry," the teacher said to Jules. "Go and try to scoop off as much water as you can off of her so it won't take long; we need to leave soon." Miss Levy handed her apron to Jules and began to dress. Jules didn't bother with the apron. She moved her hands around Annie's wet, slippery body and scraped off as much water as she could. Annie wasn't surprised that Jules made several passes on her breasts and ass. She hoped Jules would do the same for her poor, eager pussy, but Jules was smarter than that. Miss Levy finished dressing up, and both left, leaving Annie to hang naked, with a promise to return in an hour.

Oh, so that's why Jules was so upset with me. Fuck I need to cum.

***

**Epilogue**

Jules wasn't going to wait an hour eating cheese and drinking wine, not when she knew there was a hot, helpless, naked girl tied up in the barn. She found the first excuse to go out and made her way back to the barn.

Halfway there, she saw Lacey coming her way.

Lacey, who sensed Jules' intention to walk past her, grabbed Jules by the arm. "Hi, look, I'm sorry about earlier."

Jules gave her the death stare. How dare she grab her?

"Leave me." Jules tried to wiggle out, but Lacey was surprisingly strong.

"I liked that girl too, and I felt threatened by you."

"I don't like her. She's a horny, teasing, little slut that gets all the fun."

"Oh, so that's what it is? She gets all the fun, and you are left out?" It was clear that Lacey didn't believe that was the whole story, but she didn't push it. "Want to show me you can carry twenty kilos of milk in those little tits of yours?"

Jules was on all fours in the milking demonstration area. She was naked except for the same cow-pattern stockings and arm sleeves Annie wore before, and a yellow tag attached to her ear. "Only cows get to use the machine," Lacey insisted. Jules's head was locked in place, and a sucking tube was attached to each of her nipples. Her ass and pussy were both stuffed with vibrators.

Lacey, the only other person in the building, yawned. She sat in the corner and looked at her watch. "It's been almost thirty minutes. My vibrators are on the max setting, and even that doesn't help."

Jules stuttered, trying to speak. "Ju-ju-just a li-little longerrr." She had to prove to Cowgirl she was wrong.

"Your class will be leaving soon."

"Just-t-t let me consitraaaate." Jules closed her eyes.

Come on, like Annie. You can do it...

Jules opened her eyes when she felt something hovering in front of her face; it was Lacey.

"Thinking about Annie, right?"

"Ahhh!"