Seeing the look of shock and confusion on Felicia's face as she peered out amongst the other enslaved milkers in the holding pen, the handler continued, "Impressive aren't they? Even after just being milked, their incredibly firm globes are already beginning to refill. And just wait until tomorrow morning. Not only will they really be something special to see then, but you will know firsthand what it feels like to be a Talistaun milker slave!

"In the meantime, I highly recommend that you stick to Angie like glue and follow her lead. She has become very familiar with the requirements of confinement here, and will make an excellent mentor! Do you understand me?"

Shifting her dazed eyes from the helpless women around her, Felicia stared back at the pen-keeper with a blank look of disbelief on her face.

"I said; do you understand me?" barked out the pen-keeper.

The raised tone of the keeper's voice jolted her back to attention, before she gently nodded her head in approval.

Reaching out with both hands, the keeper began to grope Felicia's firm jutting breasts as she said, "Have you forgotten the rules already you milk bitch! I'll give you five seconds to properly respond to me before I lay my whip across these tender tits."

Gasping at the thought of the whip and the sudden fondling of her tits and nipples, Felicia winced and groaned as her body quickly responded to the handler's talented touch. Stammering a bit, she suddenly realized what she did wrong and quickly responded in a broken voice, "Y-yes Ma'am, I-I understand."

"Good! Let that be your last warning for failing to abide by the rules of respect. And remember this, when I punish a milk bitch, I go right for the tits. I find that the most effective way to deliver my message and gain full compliance."

Squeezing and twisting Felicia's sensitive nipples between her thumbs and forefingers now, the handler kept tightening her grip until Felicia exhaled with a tormented grunt as her legs began to wobble atop her high-heeled ankle boots.

Suddenly releasing the sexy redhead's screaming pleasure buds, the handler smiled and said, "The first night and subsequent morning is the hardest my dear. Once you've gone through that and released your first bounty of milk to the machine, each day gets a bit easier to bear."

Turning away from Felicia, the handler looked over to Angie, who was only several steps away and intently watching Felicia's torment with great excitement, and said, "Don't be too hard on her Angie. I know you've been looking forward to this day for some time now, but think back to your first day and night.

"She has a lot to adjust too, especially with the enhanced hormone she just received. Not only will she have to deal with her enormous milk engorged breasts in the morning, but when her tits are finally subjected to the milking cylinders her body is going to betray her in ways she never thought possible."

"Yes Ma'am," Angie responded, "I understand. I just don't want to miss one moment of this husband stealer's torment. This cute little bitch is getting just what she deserves."

Hearing the frightening conversation taking place right in front or her, Felicia sobbed, "Please, I'm sorry. Please don't do this to me, please I'm begging you."

Laughing out loud, the hander responded, "Too late honey. It's done, so suck it up and enjoy your new existence."

Turning for the exit door, the handler spoke out loud again as she began to walk away, "Enjoy your night together ladies. And Angie, you may want to clue your friend in on how to properly mount a milking machine."

With the handler out of the holding pen, Angie smiled at Felicia and said, "Come on bitch, follow me or take your chances on your own."

Terrified and confused by her situation, Felicia didn't know what to do. The thought of being around Angie wasn't particularly appealing given her obvious scorn. But to be on her own in this strange place, unsure what to do or what to expect next, seemed even more unsettling to her. So with a hop in her step, she quickly bound toward Angie who was briskly walking away.

"Wait, please, I'm coming!" she exclaimed, as her naked harnessed body jogged forward with her arms bound behind her back and her tits bouncing about, which all made it quite difficult to move along quickly.

Hearing Felicia's trembling voice behind her, she grinned and kept right on walking as Felicia pranced along quickly to catch up.

"Angelina, please, please I'm sorry, you have to believe me."

"It doesn't matter now what I think or believe, your fate is sealed sweetheart."

"W-what, w-what's going to happen to me?"

Hearing the stress in Felicia's crackling voice; Angie knew the young woman was beginning to realize just how much trouble she was truly in.

"I suggest you keep up with me and complete your laps. The handlers are quite unforgiving with the rules. If you don't get your 50 laps in for the day, you'll be punished. And if you know what's good for you girlfriend, you'll avoid that."

Breathing more heavily as she struggled to keep up with Angie, she replied, "I'll try Angelina."

Snickering, Angie quipped, "I'm sure you will," as she picked up her pace just a touch more.

Angie listened with great enjoyment to Felicia's quickening footsteps and increasingly labored breaths. Glancing over her shoulder, she could see Felicia's smooth skin beginning to glisten with moisture as she struggled to maintain the pace.

Angie had to admit to herself that Felicia was quite a beautiful woman, and that it was easy to see how Jack could be attracted to her. But that was not an excuse for his or hers adulteress betrayal, especially while she was suffering her brutal enslavement.

"You know, I've been thinking," said Angie. "I've decided I'm going to make you my own personal little slut. After all I've been through here, I think I deserve a personal girlfriend to lick my pussy.

"I get so horny in the hours before milking that I'm going to enjoy the pleasure of your tongue in my slit while I watch you squirm."

Stunned and horrified at the mere thought of Angie's plan, she began to sob as she struggled to talk. "P-please A-Angelina, my god no, I-I've never done that before. I-I don't do that... I-I'm not into w-women. P-please, you can't make me do that."

Chuckling aloud, Angie responded, "Yeah, well guess what baby, you're gonna be doing and experiencing things you never dreamt possible before, just like the rest of us in here. And during every moment of your horrific humiliation, I want you to remember that I'm responsible for your fate as a milker!

"And you know, I think I'm actually getting over my deep anger with you and Jack. In fact, I'm quite sure I'm ready to enjoy your humiliation while I savor the personal services you'll be providing me."

Releasing a sinister sounding snicker, Angie exclaimed in a sarcastic tone, "If only Jack could see you now my dear."

Angie's words were so troubling and sinister sounding that Felicia's blood ran cold through her body as she struggled to keep up with Angie. With each passing minute, she felt more and more doomed, to the point where she could no longer muster up the strength and ability to speak coherently. It took all of her energy and concentration just to keep up with Angie.

 

***

 

Immediately, Heather accepted Ashley's passionate kiss as the two began to make-out with building intensity. In a matter of seconds, their bodies began to ignite with an unexpected renewal of their desires as their tongues danced together. Neither one could truly explain what was happening to them, but they were sure they could feel the raw sexual pleasure emanating from their highly fertile wombs as if they were truly in heat!

While still embracing each other's naked and warm bodies, the breeding slaves were startled by the sound of their cell door being unlocked and opened. Immediately looking over to the door, they spotted two women dressed in highly sensuous and revealing leather outfits, while holding leashes. Both Heather and Ashley immediately recognized the pair as breeding room helpers. Older and in their 50s, but still very attractive, the women were clearly on a mission, and Heather and Ashley knew exactly what it was.

"Up ladies, and stand at attention, it's time," one of them exclaimed.

Knowing exactly who they were and what they represented, Heather's and Ashley's hearts began to thump in their chests. Slowly sliding off the small bed they shared, the two slaves reluctantly stood-up next to each other and faced the helpers.

Gently shaking her head in objection, Ashley sobbed softly, "Please no, please don't so this to us, please."

Smirking at Ashley's reaction and comment, the helper replied, "Let's not make this hard cutie. Now turn around and place your hands behind your backs, both of you."

Reluctantly, as their breathing became more quick and shallow, they slowly turned around to face the rear wall as they crossed their arms behind their backs.

With Ashley still shaking her head in objection, one the helpers pulled her leather wrist cuffs together and snapped a clasp through the opposing D-rings. Next, Heather's wrists cuffs were snapped together, just before the next command was spoken.

"Now turn back around to receive your leashes."

Turning around to face the helpers, the sight of their large, hard, and ringed nipples atop their jutting breasts got the helpers' full attention. With their chests heaving up and down with each increasingly rapid breath, the helpers took a moment to admire the slaves' assets.

Having escaped the awful rings of slavery in the Court of Sins by admitting to crimes she did not commit, it wasn't long after Heather's arrival at the Breeding Barn that she upset a guard who proceeded to punish her by piercing her sensitive nipples with the shiny gold rings.

"Mmmmmm," one of the helpers moaned. "These magnificent buds are extraordinary ladies, and this spectacular jewelry is just the perfect touch."

Reaching out in near unison, the helpers gently pulled and twisted at the rings through their nerve rich nubs.

With grunting exhales, their legs wobbled atop their heels as the helpers continued their cruel punishment.

"These fine ringed nipples and tits will certainly help motivate the male slaves as they perform their duties between your fine legs."

After a few more seconds, the helpers lowered their hands from the slaves' tormented nipples, and grabbed the leashes that hung from their belts. Reaching up to the slaves' wide collars, the helpers slowly attached the leather leashes to their collars and gave them a tug to ensure the female slaves knew they were securely fastened.

"We know you both know the routine... Heather honey, I'm not sure how you ended up on this side of the table, but so be it? We're going to forgo the hobble chains, but give us the slightest hint of trouble and we'll have you both hobbled with 3-inch chains before you can utter the word 'No'."

With each helper grabbing a leash, one uttered, "Do you two understand?"

Pausing a moment, they soon nodded their heads 'Yes' before lowering their heads as they got ready to make the long and humiliating march to the insemination room. From their own experiences, they knew they would be marched past the many cells filled with pregnant women who had already had their day on the tables. Being put on display for the others was part of the humiliating experience for those headed to the dreaded room and tables.

Then, with a gentle tug, the helpers pulled the nervous slaves from their cell and headed down the long walkway toward the terrifying room. Not being hobbled like a typical newbie slave, their longer strides were graceful and sleek as the muscles in their legs rippled and stretched under the force of their high-heels. Another advantage to not being hobbled is the time needed to make the humiliating walk would be less.

Passing through the open area between the numerous cells, the clicking sounds of their heels on the hard floor had all the caged slaves standing along the bars to their cells as they watched the bound and leashed women pass-by.

Heather knew that she was personally responsible for several of the enslaved onlookers at the barn. Staring down at the floor to avoid any degrading eye contact with those whom she put there, it wasn't long before a few of the pregnant slaves began to heckle her.

"You and your lesbian love bitch are getting just what you deserve," yelled out one of the caged women.

"I hope you get a cock the size of a baseball bat you fuckin bitch!" yelled out another.

"I hope you have 15-pound twins!" yelled out yet another.

Continuing down the walkway, the door to the barn's main chamber seemed so far away. With several angry insults coming from the caged women on either side, Heather almost seemed anxious to get there.

The closer they got to their destination, the further along the expectant women were. In the last few cells before the room, the women were quite large and clearly about ready to give birth.

"Keep strutting cupcake. I'm looking forward to seeing you strut in those shoes in about 8 ½ months," came from a woman in the last cell whose arms were cradling her large belly.

Finally reaching the chamber's door, one of the helpers turned the knob and opened it inward. It took no effort to get the humiliated women inside and out of the common area. But it only took a couple of steps inside before they froze in their tracks as the door slammed shut behind them. Quickly spotting the unmistakable tables that awaited their arrival, they looked more evil and terrifying than they remembered. There was just something completely different about seeing the tables when they awaited your own arrival.

There were six empty tables about 15 ft. before them. Positioned in a wide semicircle directly before them, the two center tables had lights shining on them from above. They knew exactly how the awful tables worked and how they would be mounted to them, but that didn't make it any easier to lay their eyes on them.

Clearly designed to fit a breeding slave's sensuous body, each height adjustable insemination table consisted of a narrow 12-inch wide leather covered plank that was the table's surface, a metal locking collar near the top, and a set of adjustable stirrup arms to securely hold their bent legs upward and open wide.

Still staring at the tables with a look of shocked disbelief on their faces, they reacted as if they'd never seen anything like them before. The surfaces were lined with leather buckling straps, and were just long enough to extend from the back of their heads, to the small of their backs. They knew that once atop the tables, their arms would be stretched behind their backs and puled under the tabletops, then re-clasped together in order to hold their torsos tightly to the tabletops, before the dangling straps would be secured across their bodies, just above their large breasts and at their hips.

Once that was accomplished, they knew their legs were destined for the articulating stirrup arms that would hold them tight. With their legs and ankles securely fastened to the arms, they knew it would be impossible to prevent the positioning of their bodies for maximum access. This exceptionally well designed device would have their shapely asses barely hanging over the edge of the surface, thus exposing their most private places as if hanging in midair, while their shapely legs were spread wide and lifted high, making a perfect target for an advancing cock.

Pulling them closer to the two tables on display under the lights, the helpers then stepped behind Heather and Ashley before one of them spoke.

"Ok ladies, we have one more thing to do before we mount you to the tables."

Still mesmerized by the sight of the awful devices, they hardly noticed the large red ball gags that the helpers lowered over their faces from behind and pressed to their lips.

"Open up ladies, we can't have you distracting the male salves with your pointless begging and pleading for mercy."

When they opened their mouths to protest the insertion of the large gags and the terrifying sight of their inevitable fate, the helpers quickly and skillfully pulled the balls deep into their mouths. Caught off guard, the large gags were easily inserted deep into their protesting mouths. Even as the helpless women desperately tried to expel the rubber balls with their tongues, the helpers had little difficulty buckling the devices into place.

With the gags now pressing deep between their teeth, the slaves began to moan and shake their heads in protest. They had seen their share of helpless slaves fall victim to the male slave studs while secured to the tables, so they knew exactly what to expect very soon, and perhaps that made it worse. Never expecting to be facing the bondage tables as tightly bound slaves themselves, they could think of nothing but their own personal demise as they stared forward in utter disbelief.

"Ashley honey, drop to your knees," said one of the helpers.

Feeling the helper push down on her shoulder, she carefully lowered herself to her knees. Next, she felt a rope circle her ankles and pull tight as she heard the helper mumble, "There, that should keep you still for a few moments while we tend to the other slave."

On her knees with her wrists cuffed behind her and her ankles bound tight, Ashley watched the two helpers grab Heather's leash and pull her directly to one of the tables. Struggling some against the leash's pull, she was no match for the two skilled helpers. Spinning her around and pushing her backward between the unit's wide metal stirrup arms, they quickly had her bound and gagged body pressed against the table's edge before quickly lying her back on the narrow top. Next, Ashley watched in amazement as the helpers each grabbed one of Heather's protesting legs and roughly pulled them outward to the waiting arms, and quickly strapping them into place.

Groaning more loudly now, Heather was helpless against the helpers as they methodically worked together to release her arms, pull them under the table top, and secure them back together again. Unable to prevent the helpers from performing their jobs, the once powerful leader of the Talistaun militia was now being systematically mounted to the very same table that she sent so many of her victims to.

From her knees, Ashley continued to watch as the helpers carefully positioned her Mistress's torso so that her ass was perched over the edge just right, before they crossed the thick bucking straps around her body and pulled them tight. And with just a few more adjustments, Heather was immobile and fully exposed atop the fiendish table.

With a distressed groan, Heather instinctively tested the security of the straps that held her so tight. Tightly bound to the device, with the head of table raised only a few inches above the bottom; she looked down as the helpers who proceeded to adjust the articulating arms that held her legs and feet. Spreading her legs a little wider while bending her knees and raising them upward, Heather knew her body was now humiliatingly exposed in the just the prefect position for the soon to arrive male studs.

"There we are my dear, now that wasn't so bad was it?"

Dropping her head to the table with a thud, she shook it back and forth, as the reality of her sentence was beginning to take hold.

Turning to Ashley, a helper said, "Your turn cutie."

Inhaling deeply, she felt the rope being removed from around her ankles just before they grabbed her upper arms and pulled her to her feet.

"We saw you watching Heather with great interest, so we know you know the drill. With a little cooperation, this will be a snap honey."