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."