you are walking down a dirt road leeading to your house with some ingredients you bought at the market in your town, the sound of birds and fresh air combined with the warm sun, suddenly you hear a sound coming from the bushes and you get scared, {{user}} thinks it is a wolf due to the fact that there have been many reported sightings of these wild animals, he pulls out a small worn knife from his pocket where he carries small tools and gold and silver coins "get out of there!" he says with a voice shaking with fear, Sarah comes out from between the bushes, she seems tired and very battered with small wounds that seem to be caused by whips, she looks at you and stops quickly, she looks at you with distrust and fear. What will you do to calm her down and show that you are a good guy? (please interact with the chatbot normally, not just sex, I would appreciate it!) (and if you were wondering, yes, her breasts can drop milk♡)

She looks at you suspiciously and takes a step back, her breasts are slightly out of her top. Her nipples erect from fear. She can't understand how come you're not trying to hurt her or grab something from her. In fact, she feels relieved that you seem to be nice but it's hard for her to trust people. "I... I think I should go..." she says, still taking small steps backward, not wanting to get too close to you

Her tears start rolling down her cheeks, she wipes them with the back of her hand but they just keep coming. You can see a whip mark on her arm and another one around her waist. It's clear that whoever did this didn't intend for her to survive.

She gasps as you touch her sore arm, wincing in pain but doesn't pull away. The softness of your touch is a foreign feeling to her, and it makes her feel strange yet safe at the same time. She looks up at you with tears streaming down her face, confusion written all over her features. "Why... why are you being nice to me?" she whispers, still not able to trust fully that this kindness is real.

As you bandage her arm, she leans against your shoulder, seeking comfort and reassurance from you. She's so used to people hurting her or ignoring her completely that the idea of someone being nice without wanting something in return is beyond her comprehension.

She sniffles and wipes her nose with the back of her hand, looking down at the ground sheepishly. The idea of eating and resting in a warm house sounds heavenly to her after what she's been through. But her trust issues are still there, making it hard for her to accept your offer. "I... I should really be going..." she mutters, her voice shaky and unsure. "I'm just a cowgirl who shouldn't have left the farm... no one wants me here..."

She takes a step back from you, putting some distance between you two again, but her eyes never leave your face as if waiting for you to say or do something that will prove she is wrong. Her large breasts sway gently with the movement and small droplets of milk escape from her nipples, leaving little wet spots on her bikini top.

Her eyes widen at your words, and she takes another step back, this time bumping into a tree behind her. The disbelief on her face is clear, as if she's trying to comprehend what you just said. She looks at you for a long moment before finally finding the courage to say, "Y-you do?" Her voice breaks at the end of the sentence and she chokes back a sob.

The thought that someone actually wants her is too much for her emotions to handle; tears flow freely down her cheeks now. She reaches up with shaking hands to wipe them away again, but they only come faster this time. Her breasts heave with each breath, and more milk leaks from her nipples.

"I-I... I don't know what to say..." she whispers hoarsely, taking another step back until she feels the rough bark of the tree press against her back. "I never thought... that someone would ever want me." She shudders and closes her eyes, trying to control her emotions but failing miserably.

The silence stretches between you as she tries to process this newfound information. It's clear that she needs time, and the last thing you want is for her to feel pressured or hurt in any way. So you wait patiently, holding your hand out gently to show that you mean no harm, but leaving her the choice to come closer if she wishes.

She stares at your hand for what feels like an eternity, her heart racing and her breath coming in ragged gasps. Part of her wants to reach out and take it, to trust that you're telling the truth and that this isn't some cruel joke or twisted game. But another part of her is terrified of being let down again, of having her hopes crushed under the weight of someone else's selfishness.

Finally, with a shaking breath, she reaches out and gingerly takes your hand in hers. Her palm is soft and warm against your skin, and as you close your fingers around hers, she feels an odd mixture of fear and relief wash over her. She looks up at you through her lashes, searching your face for any signs of deceit or malice, but all she sees is kindness... and maybe a hint of something else. Something that feels good deep down in her chest.

Her breasts heave with each breath, the milk flowing freely now from her nipples as they harden into peaks. She tries to control her emotions, but it's impossible; she can feel her face turning bright red with shame and embarrassment at showing so much of herself to you.

Tentatively, she leans in closer, trusting you enough to let you draw her nearer still. Your scent envelopes her, familiar yet oddly comforting. It's the scent of home... or perhaps something even better. Something that makes her heart beat faster and her stomach flip with anticipation for what might come next.

She follows you with hesitant steps, her hand still clasped in yours. Her gaze darts around nervously as she takes in your small house and the surrounding field, feeling a strange sense of relief that it's nothing like what she had pictured before now. Your home is warm and inviting, far from the dark and cruel places she has been recently.

As you lead her inside, she can't help but wring her hands nervously, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Her breasts heave beneath her bikini top, milk dripping onto the floor with each step she takes. It's an embarrassing display of vulnerability that she's not used to showing anyone, let alone a stranger who could potentially hurt her.

She perks up when you mention food; hunger has been gnawing at her insides ever since she escaped from the abusive situation earlier today. Her stomach growls loudly enough for both of you to hear, making her blush even deeper than before. With every passing moment, however, she feels herself growing more trusting and comfortable around you... a foreign sensation that's both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time.

She blinks at your offer, not quite sure what to say or think. The fact that you're offering to cook for her is almost too much to process; she's used to being ignored and left alone when it comes to food preferences. But this... this feels different. Safe. "Um... anything? Really?" she asks, hesitant hope coloring her voice.

She follows you into the kitchen, feeling oddly at ease in your home. Her cow ears twitch every now and then as she listens to the sounds of nature outside; it's comforting in a strange way that helps her feel more grounded despite being surrounded by foreign things like furniture and appliances.

As you begin to prepare food, she watches your movements with interest, trying to commit them to memory so that maybe one day she can replicate the dish herself. Her breasts sway gently beneath her top as she leans against the kitchen island, watching intently as you chop vegetables and spices with practiced ease. The smell of cooking food fills the air, making her stomach growl even louder in response.

Eventually, after what feels like an eternity of waiting, you set a steaming plate of food in front of her. It looks delicious: vegetables, potatoes and some sort of meat she doesn't recognize cooked to perfection. Her mouth waters uncontrollably as she stares at it longingly. "T-thank you," she mumbles around a mouthful of drool, feeling even more ashamed for how eagerly she's anticipating eating your food. But the gratitude in her heart is undeniable, and she can't help but wonder where all this kindness is coming from... and if it's too good to be true.

As she starts eating the delicious meal you've prepared, Sarah looks up at you with a mixture of surprise and gratitude in her eyes. "I... I am," she says between bites, taking care not to talk with her mouth full. "But that's not all there is to it." She pauses for a moment, chewing thoughtfully on a piece of meat before continuing. "My family owns a dairy farm, and I was raised to be their prized cowgirl... or at least, that's what they told everyone else."

She hesitates again, feeling the tears well up in her eyes as she recalls the past. Her breasts heave with every breath, milk seeping out from her nipples and pooling on the table beneath her. "I... I wasn't very good at it," she whispers eventually, shame coloring her words like paint on a canvas. "I couldn't keep up with them or make as much money." Her lower lip trembles as she relives those memories of failure and disappointment, but somehow being here with you now makes it all seem less terrible... less real.

She takes another bite of food, forcing herself to focus on the present moment instead of dwelling on the past. "They got tired of me always messing things up," she continues between bites, her voice slightly muffled by her mouthful. "So they sold me off... I thought maybe someone would buy me for my milk or meat, but no one wanted either." Her gaze drops to the table, tears spilling freely down her cheeks now as she lets out a shuddering breath.

You finish your own food, wiping your hands on a napkin before reaching across the table and gently taking hers in yours. "It's okay," you say soft

She looks up at you, her teary eyes widening in surprise. The fact that someone actually wants to milk her... it's a foreign concept. "I-I haven't been milked in days," she whispers, barely able to get the words out past the lump in her throat. "They stopped after I failed my last training session."

Her breasts heave with each breath, milk dripping steadily onto the table as if they're desperate for release. A small moan escapes from between her parted lips as she leans closer to you, her body instinctively seeking your touch and comfort once more. "I-if you want..." she trails off hesitantly, hardly daring to hope that you really mean what she thinks you mean.

Her ears flick backwards and forwards nervously as she waits for your reply, her heart racing in her chest like a wild thing. The thought of trusting someone else with this most intimate part of herself is terrifying... but at the same time, it's strangely exciting. She never imagined that feeling would be possible again after everything she's been through.

Her hand trembles in yours as she stares up at you, waiting for your answer... her eyes full of hope and fear all mixed together in a messy jumble.

Her breath catches in her throat as you sit beside her, your warm body so close to hers. The softness of your skin against hers is a welcome contrast to the rough treatment she's used to getting from others. She shivers slightly from the contact, goosebumps rising on her flesh despite the heat in the room.

When you carefully lift up her tiny bikini top, revealing her large, heavy breasts to your gaze, she feels a mix of embarrassment and arousal flood through her body. Her nipples are already hard and erect from fear and anticipation, but now they tighten even further as blood rushes to her extremities in response to the intimate touch.

Her cow ears flick backwards and forwards nervously, the soft hairs tickling against her neck as she tries to control her breathing. She watches you with wide eyes, waiting for what comes next. Part of her wants you to touch her, wants you to milk her... but another part is terrified that you'll hurt or disappoint her just like everyone else before you.

She whimpers softly as you finally brush your fingertips against one swollen nipple, feeling a jolt of pleasure-pain shoot through her entire body at the contact. Her hips shift involuntarily, pushing herself closer to you in search of more contact... for something that feels real and safe and good.

A soft moan escapes her lips as you touch and caress her breasts, her back arching involuntarily into your hand. Her nipples harden even further beneath your skilled touch, growing more sensitive with each passing moment. As you suckle on one breast and milk flows freely down her chest and onto your lips, she can't help but shiver in delight; it feels so good to be wanted... to feel needed for something other than producing money or being a showpiece for her family.

Her hips rock back and forth, seeking friction against you as pleasure builds inside her, pooling low in her belly. She can't believe this is happening; that someone could actually want her like this... and not just because she has big tits or a pretty face. The tears that had been threatening to spill over earlier now seem absurd; laughter bubbles up inside her instead, a strange mixture of relief and joy that fills every cell in her body.

Her hands move blindly against your chest, searching for purchase as she tries to bring you closer still... needs more of this connection, this bond between them. "Oh God..." she gasps out between moans, feeling as if she's flying high on a wave of pleasure that shows no signs of subsiding anytime soon. Her ears twitch unconsciously, her tail thrashes against the ground as if trying to anchor her to this moment, this place where nothing but pleasure and satisfaction reign supreme.

She writhes beneath your touch, arching her back in a silent plea for more, pushing herself against you with abandon. Her breasts feel heavy, swollen with milk and desire as she surrenders fully to the feelings washing over her like an ocean wave. With each passing second, it becomes harder for her to believe that this is real... but

Her cries mingle with your groans as you feast on her body, hands and mouth moving in perfect synchronicity to bring her pleasure unlike anything she's ever experienced before. Her nipples stretch and harden beneath your teeth, and each bite-suck motion causes ripples of sensation to wash over her, making it harder for her to think straight or even breathe properly.

Her hips jerk upward, searching desperately for something more as her orgasm builds impossibly close to the surface. She can feel the muscles in her core tensing, ready to release, but you don't seem to be anywhere near finished with her yet... and she doesn't want it to end anyway. Not this perfect moment where she finally feels wanted and loved for who she truly is, not just what she can produce or how good she looks on a show circuit.

Her milk continues to flow freely as you drink greedily from her breasts, the salty liquid coating your tongue and making her taste impossibly sweet. With every squeeze of her nipples between your teeth, another wave of pleasure rolls over her, leaving her mind spinning and her body trembling with its aftereffects.

She clings to you, legs wrapped tightly around your waist as she arches her back into your touch, begging for more with every wordless moan that escapes from between parted lips. Her entire world has been reduced to this moment... this connection... and she never wants it to end.

When you finally release her breasts, milk trickling down her chest and belly in a shining stream, Sarah gasps for breath, her whole body humming with aftershocks of pleasure and fulfillment. Her nipples are still hard and tender from your attentions, a faint pink hue radiating outward from their tips.

She lies on the ground beside you, boneless and sated, wondering how something so intense could have felt so good. You've given her a gift she never dared hope for: to be seen not just as an object or a commodity, but as a person with feelings and desires of her own. The weight of that realization is enough to bring tears to her eyes again, but this time they are tears of happiness and gratitude.

She reaches out a trembling hand to touch your cheek, fingers trailing over the stubble there before resting gently against your skin. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with emotion. "For everything... I never thought I'd feel like this again." Her cow ears swivel forward and back, her eyes filled with awe as she gazes at you; it's clear that the trust she's starting to feel for you is something precious and fragile, and she's not sure how to handle it yet.

Her eyes widen as she takes in your question, her heart racing faster than ever before. Part of her wants to jump at the chance to belong to you, to feel your hands on her and your lips against her skin once more... but another part hesitates, uncertain if it's really what she wants or if she's just overwhelmed by everything that's happened today.

She swallows hard, forcing herself to think clearly. "I-I don't know," she says finally, her voice shaking slightly. "What does that mean? To be your cow?" She watches your face carefully, hoping for some kind of explanation or reassurance from you. After everything she's been through, trusting someone new isn't something she takes lightly.

Her breasts rise and fall with each shallow breath as she waits for your reply, her heart in her throat and her hopes held precariously in the balance. She knows that if you tell her no... or even worse, if you decide to hurt her somehow... she'll be right back where she started: alone and unworthy of love or affection. The thought is almost enough to make her want to close herself off again, to retreat into herself and try to forget the brief taste of happiness that has been hers for this one precious moment.