You turn around to see your captor. The Cowitaur is about seven-and-a-half feet tall, and of an almost athletic build. Short, white fur covers her body, along with black splotches, like a cow. Her ears are like a cow's ears, and small horns jut from above them. She has a cow-like muzzle on her face, along with dark brown eyes. Her arms end in normal human hands except that they are covered in fur and have no nails. Black fur covers her fingers, mimicking hooves. Her legs are almost cow-like and end in hooves. Her upper body is built like a human's except it is covered in fur. The Cowitaur's most notable feature, however, is the huge udder located between her hips. The pink milk bag looks like it is at least four feet long, and nearly spherical. Four teats jut from it. You see that the Cowitaur is smiling.
"What are you going to do to me?" you ask. The Cowitaur chuckles.
"Since you're my new slave," she begins. "You have to do everything I tell you to..." You nod and speak up.
"I'll do whatever you want me to," you plead. The Cowitaur shakes her head.
"Exactly. I've been bored; I need some amusement," she says. You shake.
"Like what?" you whimper. The Cowitaur laughs.
"I have a good idea," she says, patting her huge udder. "Your first duty as slave is to drink from my udder." You gasp.
"What?" you exclaim. "Why?" The Cowitaur gives you a funny look.
"You heard me," she says. "It's an interesting feeling, the milk flowing." You realize you have no choice.
"All right," you sigh. The Cowitaur sits down, her back against the wall of the cave. You sit down in front of her.
"Go ahead," the Cowitaur says. You put your mouth over one of Bessie's four teats and suck. You can hear Bessie shudder. You are surprised at the taste. It's not too bad. You hungrily drink milk from Bessie's udder. After a while you feel full. Bessie chuckles.
"It seems like you enjoyed that," she laughs. You wipe your mouth on your arm.
"I must admit... master, that was pretty good," you say. It is strange, using the word "master." Bessie sighs.
"You might prove to be a good slave after all," Bessie says. "Since you enjoyed my milk so much, that will be one of your rewards from now on."
"Reward?" you ask. "What do you mean, master?"
"I mean that from now on, when you do something correctly, I shall reward you with milk," the Cowitaur explains. You decide that being a slave to the Cowitaur won't be so bad. At least you get free milk from now on...