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Milk Sow Ch. 01

By: InYourDreams



Chapter 1: The Machine

Ginny stood before the gleaming machinery, staring at the brightly polished surfaces lit up under the overhead spotlights. She pulsed with apprehension and her body buzzed with excitement. She was floating and could not have felt more alive even had she been directly connected to the power grid, flashes of arousal arcing across her nerve endings. Ginny stood barefoot in front of this mechanical monster and anticipated the step she was about to take. A step that would set in train an avalanche of sensations threatening to consume her.

Growing up on a dairy farm, Ginny had been surrounded by cattle being herded into the milkshed. The farm had a routine, a pulse that marked the passage of time each day, the seasons through the cycle of the year. It was at this early morning time she would lie in her bed and stroke herself, imagining herself being herded into the milkshed along with the rest of the cattle. To watch with idle curiosity as the milking machine was attached to her, to feel the pull of the suction on her teats. Each morning she would work herself up into a frenzy as these thoughts passed through her head to the accompaniment of the cattle outside. She loved her boyfriend and each time afterwards she would feel guilty. Guilty for feeling such pleasure from such a demeaning fantasy, guilty because when she had sex with her boyfriend it never felt as intense and always left her hungry and guilty because she ought to feel more aroused by her boyfriend than a milking machine. There was something sick about her and she wished these feelings would go away, that she could be more normal. 

Ginny had never told Ben of her secret fantasy, she had never dared tell anyone of those dark thoughts she had of standing naked among the beasts, being pushed around by them as they waited for milking and then being herded into the cowshed to be hooked up herself. Yet all these forgotten desires had come flooding back to her when her husband had told her the purpose of the machine he had been building down in the basement. It was Ben's big idea and would be their ticket to riches. He hadn't spoken about exactly what he was doing, and Ginny had never thought to ask. She assumed he wasn't sure about it and would tell her when he was ready. She didn't really expect to understand it anyway, if she were honest. Then he just walked into the room one day and dropped his bombshell, like Hiroshima going off in her head and she felt the lurch of her heart as the blood pounded in her temples. Her panties instantly became soaked as the old venom of her desires hooked themselves once more into her conscious mind. 

Ben failed to notice the effect his words were having upon his wife. He continued talking about the recent changes requiring greater human milk production. Ginny could only sit listening to him in a mounting crescendo of emotions. Of course he was right, now that we knew human milk was the best protection against all kinds of diseases people should drink as much as they could get hold of, that made sense. That also, obviously meant we needed a ready supply of human milk. The inexorable logic drove her unwillingly forward towards that detestable destination, only women could produce human milk. Her heart pounded at the fear he was about to suggest she should contribute, as a woman, to this production. 

The new laws had come in just at the wrong time. Women were an essential part of the workforce. They had careers and often out-performed men in many roles. Yet they were constantly being forced to choose between career and family. They would be able to achieve so much more if women did not have to take career breaks to start a family and having to keep worrying about childcare. Then when the news about the benefits of human milk were published a debate quickly started about whether less able women should do the child rearing and produce milk for wider consumption, while the more able ones pursued a career. Of course those women who had careers didn't want to miss out on having a family. So the debate switched to the less able women becoming surrogate mothers and nannies. Becoming pregnant more often would also boost their milk production. This plan appealed to both men and women who had any power and so was quickly passed into law. Young women would need to pass through psychometric tests to determine whether they were leader or breeder material. Breeders were sent to new style dairy farms where their bodies were prepared for milk production. At these places the breeders were very well cared for as they were schooled for their new role. Revolutionary hormonal feeds would stimulate their mammary glands which would swell as they became engorged with milk. Couples would visit the dairy farms and select one of the milkers, or sows as they became known, for artificial insemination. Career women could slip out one lunchtime, have their eggs collected ready for insemination and continue with work while the breeder carried their child and then nursed it after birth. 

Ginny remembered feeling sick at the prospect of being classified as a breeder. The fact that she harboured a secret desire to be used in this way just seemed to strengthen her resolve. If she ever were to become a breeder then she would become lost within those seductive chains that would ensnare her. Her greatest fear was of being discovered. She studied extra hard, driven by her need to escape her desire, to protect those unacceptable thoughts from ever being exposed. She had to ensure she would pass this test, and this resolve spurred her on to achieve a lot until finally she came through the tests with honours. She remembered her feelings of triumph on that day the results came out. A wave of relief had washed over her, finally cleansing her from her fear; her secret would remain safely locked away. She had felt a passing pity for those who had failed, as some of her friends had. At the time she definitely viewed them as having failed in life.

Yet it was not long before people started to realise that the sows had a very good life. A lot of fantastic sex as a result of being extremely horny, a bi-product of the hormonal feeds, never having to worry about paying bills, and everything provided for them. It did not take long before the career women wanted to have short breaks as sows, just to escape from all the hard work and responsibility for a while. Short sow holidays were soon arranged, and of course that all added income for the farms. Men soon took advantage of the availability of all these horny women, and before long, sows became hired out for orgiastic parties, and this made the carefree life of a sow still more attractive. 

Ben was pacing the room as he talked enthusiastically about all the man effort that went into milking sows. How inefficient it all was, and how milk production could be much higher if they could automate the process. Ginny still hadn't quite got to where he was headed until he started talking about milking machines for cows could be adapted for humans. That was the point that Ginny's body had given an involuntary spasm, a mini-orgasm that rippled silently through her. A milking machine designed for the female body! Was that what he had been working on? 
"Yes. It's so simple, which is why we can't afford to delay. I have been working flat out to get the machine working and now I think I've got it!"

Ginny swallowed as she stared up at him. Here, in her own house, her husband had been quietly building the machine that embodied her most disturbing and powerful fantasy. It was right here below the stairs, below where she was sitting, just a few steps away. She immediately felt drawn towards it, to feel the cold touch of steel against her flesh as he continued to describe it. Seemingly, there was to be no escape for Ginny.

Standing there now in the spotlights, the warmth of them radiating upon her back, Ginny faced the gleaming steelwork before her. She was incredibly horny already, and had been continuously unable to pull her mind away from the infernal machine that seemed to call out to her from the basement. It had been a couple of days ago that Ben had taken her down and shown her his marvellous machine. Ginny gawped at it, it was massive, dominating the room. She already felt intimidated just by being in the room with it.

"However did you pay for all this machinery?" 

Ben shifted uneasily at this question.

"Ehm... well don't worry, I got someone else to pay." He sounded evasive so Ginny turned towards him.

"Who?"

"Well it's a backer. We are going to share the profits."

"So who is it? Come on...." She coaxed.

"I... I can't tell you."

"What do you mean?"

"It was part of the deal. No one should know who the backer is."

"But surely that doesn't include me?"

"Specifically you."

"I don't understand."

"He said no one was to know who the backer was, not even your wife. I'm sorry darling, I'd truly love to tell you. In fact it is quite hard keeping the secret, but he is the money and we can't afford to lose him. You must understand."

"Huff. Have it your way, as if I should care." Ginny turned and walked out, but she did care. She resented the way Ben was keeping something from her, especially as it seemed so unnecessary. She probably wouldn't have even heard of the jerk, and why would she care? She resented the fact that Ben couldn't trust her! After all this mysterious backer needn't know if he told her, if it was so important to him.

That night Ginny slept fitfully, dreaming about producing large jarfuls of sow milk collected in neat rows in their basement; dreaming of her body responding to the demands of this machine, the image of which had been firmly imprinted upon her conscious mind. Since being introduced to it, her mind would drift back again and again to the idea of her tits gradually accumulating milk to feed this monster, as if this is what had been demanded of her. No matter how ordinary the tasks she went about, or even burying herself in her work, she was somehow always conscious of her body responding tingling with excitement. Her clit jangled as she walked from room to room knowing the hard metal machine was waiting below for her. She dreamed of being drawn away from the light in the house, down, down into the dark. Of descending the stairs into the dark void of the basement; obeying a mysterious call by which this machine had captivated her. 

It had taken Ginny a couple of days to think of some way she could get Ben out of the house and preoccupied for a while and allow her time to explore this object of her fascination. She would get no peace until she confronted it, and now here she was, just moments away from finally finding out how it would feel to have those milking tubes attached to her tits, to feel the pulsing vacuum and the insistent draw on her nipples, extending them like little cow teats. Finally she had the privacy to fulfil her fantasy without being exposed. As soon as Ben had told her about the sow-milker machine she had plied him with questions about it, wanting him to describe how it would stimulate the sow, how the milk was to be collected. Ben had been so enthusiastic about his machine that all he could see was his wife sharing his excitement at his invention, which pleased him immensely. 

Ginny pulled her top up over her head as she contemplated the heavy machinery glinting with hard malevolence. Her tits bounced free of the stretchy material and swayed in the cool basement air. Her nipples were already extended as they waited for the machine to attach itself to them. Her hand slid under her skirt as she needed relief and she needed it fast. Her heart thumped in her chest. In the privacy of this room, buried in some dark corner of this suburban house, she was at last free to act out every whim of her long held fantasy. 

She stepped forward onto the pressure sensitive rubber mat at the end of the machine. She had no idea what would happen next, and that was so much part of the fun. She heard the whir of a motor as she stood motionless, sweaty with the fear of what she was about to let happen to her. She could feel herself becoming very wet as the eternal moments ticked painfully slowly by, as she waited for the machinery to react. Suddenly she felt a jolt just behind her knees. It caught her off balance and she fell forwards. A low angled block in front of her automatically parted her legs as she sunk to her knees under the pressure from behind. A large boom had risen up from behind and pressed into the backs of her legs just above her knees forcing her legs to flex and her knees to bend. She hit the floor of the machine with a thud and groaned at the suddenness of the impact. The pressure behind her, however, was unrelenting and continued to press into her, rising up her legs. Her knees locked into rests on the base that prevented them sliding any further forward. So as the pressure rose up her thighs she was forced to bend forward and her arms sprang out to stop her fall. 

As her body tilted under the pressure, Ginny found her arms falling into little channels set on either side of a padded block. The channels were slippery and she could find no purchase from which to push back against the persistent boom driving her onto the machine. Her hands slid along the channel as her body levered forward. At the same time as her tummy landed on a soft cushioned support, her hands slid into separate enclosures at the end of each channel. She felt bands slide around her wrists and pull tight, holding her firm but comfortably. She tried to pull at her hands but the weight of her body was forcing them forward and the ties on her wrists effectively secured her in position. By now the boom had come to a halt half way up her thighs and pressed them into the side of the block that had spread her legs on the way down. Her rump was stuck high up in the air. Her small little skirt did nothing to cover her, and she regretted now removing her panties. They had simply got in the way when she needed access to her clit, and now they lay very visibly on the floor nearby, along with the crumpled remains of her stretch top. Ginny's tits hung heavily either side of the rest supporting her chest. As her lobes hung pendulously waiting for the attachments, her nipples puckered in preparation.

Ginny lay in the milking position, struggling for breath. It had all happened so fast, and now she was locked in position. She had had no choice after stepping on the pressure pad. The machine had processed her, and now here she was, a sow ready for milking. Ginny was very aware of just how open and inviting her sex was. There was nothing she could do now to protect herself and as the wave of vulnerability swept over her and settled in her stomach, the aroma of her excitement seemed to fill the room humiliating her further. The locking of her hands into position seemed to stir something in the bowels of the machine, for while Ginny no longer had the freedom to turn and look, she was aware of an ominous whir of motors beneath her unprotected body. Slowly at first, Ginny could feel another padded bar start to press against her chest, just below her tits. She was manipulated into position by the bar so that her tits hung down and free, but only for a moment. The cups rose to brush against the sway of her breasts. They coaxed her fleshy lobes until they fell within their rims and then inexorably the machine swallowed them whole. She felt the rubber rim of the cups press into her chest and her udders squash within their confines. 

The vacuum built very quickly and her udders were pulled deep into the suction cups. She felt the jerk on her areoles. Then the vacuum seemed to subside and her flesh relaxed back away from the hard steel walls that imprisoned them. No sooner did she feel the relief than the suction increased again and her tits were alternately pulled into the cups and then relaxed, back and forth as the machine massaged her udders. She felt the blood rushing to her tortured flesh as it was rigorously and clinically manipulated to draw her milk. Ginny felt lost in the rhythmic pulsing on her tits. At last she could understand how it felt to be put on a milking machine. How lucky she was to be married to the man who had found a way to adapt cow milkers for humans. 

Each time the suction cycle pulled she pressed herself more firmly down into the chest pad, yielding herself more to the machine. She closed her eyes to lose herself more completely in the experiences flooding her. Then she first felt and then acknowledged the whirring sound of more machinery on the move. Her nipples felt the press of something. An arm had risen up inside each of the suction pads and was pushing a small rubber ring onto each of her nipples. The rubber stretched and pulled on her flesh. It hurt, but at the same time the growing interconnection between her body and the machine was making Ginny wetter. She lay helpless feeling the rubber slowly edge its way over the tip of her nipples before cinching in to the sides, forcing them to elongate and align directly with the tubes waiting like open hungry mouths waiting to collect her milk. The machine had stripped her of free will. Her thoughts, her opinions counted for nothing, she was nothing, just a milk producing animal like the cows on her father's farm. The suction on her teats did not relent, sending ripples of pleasure through her body. She had no milk to offer, but just being on the machine, in its grip, drove away all her ability to formulate thoughts or use language. She grunted under the thrust of the machine, like the pig that she had now become. 

Ginny never stopped to consider whether the machine would stop automatically. Would it release her? She suddenly felt the panic force its way up from her stomach that churned in turmoil, along the full length of her throat and take a choking grip on her throat. Was she trapped here forever? After a while, however, the suction cycle ceased and she lay there. The cups remained fixed to her breasts and the rings persisted to torture her teats. She imagined the sow lying still, eyes closed and milk dripping slowly from its udders into the collection tubes, waiting for its master to let her off the machine and be led away to rest. Lying waiting to see whether master would be pleased with the milk it had produced.

Time passed and Ginny felt pins and needles, but she could not free herself and so was forced to wait. She lay there wondering how she could explain this to Ben when he turned up wondering where she was. When she heard him moving around upstairs and calling her name, she felt too embarrassed to call out. She wanted to hide from him, but inevitably he would find his way downstairs and release her.

"My God, Ginny! What happened here? Are you all right?"

Ginny just looked up at his face, full of concern. She felt so humiliated that she had actually wanted this. How stupid she was to have succumbed to her shameful desires, which had resulted in her being left locked like a sow in a milking stall until Ben returned to let her out. She felt her pussy become very wet by his presence and her humiliation.

"I...I just wanted to see your machine and how it works." She sounded very meek as she looked sideways up at her husband towering over her. She felt the grip of the cups on her breasts, distorting and pulling at them. She could feel his hands lying on her back, patting her in his concern.

"But are you ok...?"

"Just my breasts are sore, but otherwise I'm fine."

She could see the concern fade from his face and a smile appear.

"I'm sure they are. What a pity you have no milk to fill up the vessel. Still let me look."

He got up and started to walk around her. Ginny felt very much on show, locked into position with her husband taking his time, walking slowly around and looking at her from every angle. He pulled at the bands at her ankles and her back to check how secure they were. 


Milk Sow Ch. 01



"Not bad. A few minor adjustments I think." He crouched down by her breasts and stared at their distorted form inside the bell jars that still gripped them. He was focusing on her nipples still distorted by the rubber rings pulling at them. 

"How were the rings? Did they help?"

Ginny was feeling very turned on by the matter of fact way Ben was talking to her. He seemed lost in the performance of his machine, and she was being left in this humiliating pose while she tried to find answers for him.

After his close inspection of her udders, strange how hard it was to think of them as breasts or even tits when lying on this machine, he walked round behind her. She felt very exposed now she could no longer turn and see what he was doing. She was forced to stare ahead at the empty wall as he continued his inspection of her. She felt his hands on the bar pressing in to the backs of her thighs. He was testing the amount of pressure they were exerting upon her. Suddenly she heard him chuckle and his fingers dipped inside her hot wet opening that was thrust upwards and exposed to him.

"You got yourself really excited, my little pig, riding on my machine. Didn't you?"

The humiliation at his reference to her as a pig, just another sow, sent shivers through her. She needed to feel more than his fingers dipping inside her. She needed to feel his forceful thrusts driving deep within her, as if it could force out of her mind, her own duplicity in assuming the role of a sow. She needed him to take her and abuse her. Images of her rounded rump assailed her, thrust upward and available. An expanse of flesh, soft and tender. She felt like slapping it if she were able to stand where her husband now stood. What a relief the stinging pain would bring to drive away the pregnant exposure she now felt under his inspection of her immobile frame lit up under the hot spotlights. She grunted like the pig she was as his thumbs prized apart her lips.

"God Ginny, I don't think I've ever seen you this horny." She could feel his face close as he continued his inspection of her, like an animal brought to market, and there was nothing she could do: a packaged piece of merchandise. He continued around the machine, tinkering and prodding at her soft flesh to feel how tight well she was held, making minor adjustments. Why couldn't he just release her?

"Just had an idea." He walked round in front of her and took his trousers and pants off. His cock was hard and stiff as it rose before her immobile head. He stepped over to a panel and pressed a button. Immediately the pumping at her udders resumed and she could feel her tenderised flesh once more sucked in and relax back, each time stretching her nipples as the rubber of the rings tightly squeezed at them, holding them strictly in line with the jaws of the tubes leading down to the collecting jars. 

Ben stepped up towards her face with its eyes bulging and mouth open as she groaned in response to the kneading of the machine. Ben slipped himself inside her mouth and she felt his rod glide in over her tongue as she was held fixed in a horizontal lock. Her chin firmly held by the rest, she held her mouth open, not enclosing his member, but yielding her entrance to him. He rocked his hips backwards and forwards, his fingers in her hair, as she felt his hot cock slide in and out over her tongue, pressing at her throat and then receding. She felt a panic rise in her gut as she instinctively pulled at her arms to raise them to control his thrusts, to protect her throat from gagging. But the machine gripped her unrelentingly, the vice like cords holding her in position. She feared he would push too far, block off her air ways, she would be unable to breath. 

She could not stop him, or even to tell him. Suffocating as Ben continued to pump her, lost in his own lust, oblivious to her need for air. She tried to calm herself. She would breath more easily if her muscles were relaxed. The only way she could calm herself was to let go and accept she was at the mercy of this man and this machine. Between them they pulled and pushed at her, and held total dominance even over her life, and by relinquishing herself and submitting to their control, she found it easier to breath. 

She tried opening her throat too, her own feeding tube which the machine had aligned so perfectly with the tip of Ben's cock, tracing its way down into her belly. Her lips formed a wide round O, not touching his cock that rested upon her tongue while she curved it round into a groove, guiding him into her. Her eyes were tilted up. She was no more than the offering on the table. As Ginny progressively abandoned control, she felt the pleasure ripple through her once again. The pump continued its methodical torture of her udders, and she started to long for Ben's cock to enter her throat, gag her, leaving her at his mercy – a suckling pig. His thrusts became more rapid and he was driving hard into her face as the pressure from the pumps once more peaked. All she could manage was a deep-throated gurgle in response to the insatiable need that overtook her to feel utterly helpless. 

Just as she thought he was about to explode down her throat, he pulled back. Her eyes tried to focus upon his hard cock, swaying right in front of her face, and she caught the jerking movement as it twitched and shot a white stream of cum slapping across her face. Once more Ginny tried to pull away, but there was to be no escape. She was held fixed and the reminder that she was helpless, that this machine forced her to take it, regardless of whatever she wanted, melted more of her into acquiescence. She was learning a new role this machine was imposing upon her. The next wad of cum interrupted these thoughts as it hit her upper lip and nose. She felt it slow ooze across her skin and its salty taste as it leaked into the corner of her mouth. He was jacking his cock hard as stream after stream of white pearly cum lashed itself against her eyelids, over her nose, sweeping up as she mistimed her intake of breath, and dripping down over her chin. He stepped towards her and started to wipe his cock over her face, methodically spreading his semen until she was coated, and she could do nothing but feel his pungent odour stain her, like some animal staking out its territory. 

Of a sudden Ginny jolted against her bonds, the build up of pressure deep within suddenly erupting in response to their domination over her. Ginny's mouth, still open and dripping cum, let out a sudden guttural cry emanating from deep within her abdomen. She grunted again and again as she writhed in her bonds and coughed up some of Ben's cum, sending it splattering upon the floor before her. Ginny had been broken. The malevolent presence of the machine had somehow manipulated Ben into anointing her as part of some initiation ritual that signalled the start of profound changes it intended for Ginny.

Ben sank back on his knees before his wife, still pulling vigorously at his cock. He watched her convulsions with a mixture of shock and pleasure, waves of exhaustion sweeping across his shoulders. He felt drained, his semen dripping impotently from his cock, pooling onto the floor. His eyes registered the violence of Ginny's constrained fit, which filled him with awe as his own strength faded away.



Milk Sow Ch. 02



Chapter 2: The Deal

Ben banged the door, and that was the first Ginny knew he was back home. She leapt up and bounded up the stairs, not wanting Ben to realise she had been down in the basement. As soon as he had gone out the house she had wandered down there, just to gaze once more upon the machine. She had removed her top and knelt before it on the floor, and gingerly lifted the glass vacuum cones in her hands. Running her hands along the pipe work, she felt the imperious defiance of the steel through her trembling finger tips. Ben's machine had done more than just invade her house, it had somehow also invaded her mind too. Throughout the day, even while she was at work absorbed in the environment of her successful, professional life, her thoughts obsessively drifted back to images of her naked, weak body being dragged onto Ben's monstrous machine, pinning her down and interlacing itself with her. It's hard, emotionless components locking together with her pliant flesh, until she was fully integrated.

Kneeling that afternoon before it, she lifted the cups to her breasts once more and recalled the pull of the vacuum sucking her flesh within, pulling at it and then releasing. She felt her heart rhythm quicken as she gingerly placed the cold rim against her chest, studying the way the thicker glass rim had sealed itself onto her. She wished she could find a way to mount this machine and feel its power milking her without being locked into it. She still felt embarrassed about Ben catching her on his machine, knowing that she must have volunteered herself as a test sow. Her mind recoiled at the idea of Ben ever catching her like that again. So she had bounded up the staircase, pulling at her top to cover herself and just made it into the hallway in time.

Ben wandered into the sitting room and was pacing up and down. He had slammed his case onto the table and his drawings and everything had spilled out over the floor. 

"What's the matter honey?" she asked. She immediately bent down to retrieve his papers. "Didn't they like the drawings of your milking machine?" her voice full of concern.

"No, they thought it was very elaborate just to milk a sow. They laughed and said the guys enjoyed getting their hands dirty with a sows tits anyway. These guys are assholes. They don't seem to understand this is a business they are running. It's not just about fondling a sow's tits as they milk them. The increase in milk productivity would make them a lot of money." Ben paced back and forth as he spoke excitedly.

"I guess it is always difficult changing people's ways, darling. I'm sure they'll come round to it."

"Well I didn't just take no for an answer!" he took his frustration out on her. "I insisted and showed them the projected figures. You don't think I just shrugged and walked away do you?" He was shouting now.

"No honey. Please calm down. It's not the end of the world."

"But this was supposed to make us rich. This was our meal ticket."

"and they couldn't see the benefits when you showed them the figures? I'm sure when they have had time to think about it... if you go back they'll be more willing to listen." Ginny put her hand on Ben's shoulder in an effort to restore his mood.

"Well they didn't actually reject it outright. What they said was they needed me to demonstrate the machine for them."

"Well isn't that great, hun? When they see it in action, you're bound to convince them. Just wait till they see how much milk their sow gives when it is mounted upon your machine."

"But that's just it! They said they were not going to allow any of their sows to experiment on my machine. If I wanted to demonstrate how efficiently it worked, I would need to provide my own sow!"

"Oh!" a thrill ran up Ginny's spine at these words. And there it was, in a few words about a conversation far away not concerning her, a fire had been lit. The first sputtering of flame danced in Ginny's belly as she absorbed what Ben's words meant.

They had not really talked much about their little game in the basement a few days before. The milking machine had all worked so well that day that Ben had kept himself locked away, concentrating on how to market his invention. Left to herself while they were home, Ginny found it hard to settle. She had a nagging desire to mount the machine, just one more time. But Ben had been working on it non-stop, measuring it and adjusting it. The last couple of days had been a real trial for her. She felt the heat smoulder between her thighs when she thought of those bewitching, forbidden possibilities that awaited her downstairs. Yet she was to be denied at the very moment of their captivating discovery.

Ginny's heart drummed inside her and she felt the pulse of blood in her head like the approaching steps of a giant. Someone, she thought, would have to try out the machine again, if they were to sell it; and in front of a whole group of strange men -- especially men who kept a herd of sows! Her thoughts drifted once more to her adolescent fantasy of being herded with the cattle into the shed and being forced naked before dispassionate men into a milking stall, her tits being hooked up and made to deliver milk for them. She felt a flush rise up her neck and she lifted her hand to her neck in an effort to conceal it.

"You mean they will come and watch your demonstration then? You just need someone to ride the machine for it?"

"Yes but do you have any idea how much a sow costs? No one will rent one to us once they realise we are going to experiment with it on our machine. It's hopeless!"

"But it didn't damage me."

"I know that." Ben was shouting again. "It's just those jerks who can't seem to get it." His arm was waving across the room. Ginny sat in silence. Thoughts were skimming through her head, but Ben was in no mood to hear them just yet.

"I'll fix you a drink, darling." She kissed him on the cheek and went into the kitchen to find the bottle. Ginny's hands shook as she poured the golden liquid from the neck of the bottle. Her mind was in furious debate. Could she really do this? The flutter of excitement in her belly goaded her on, while picturing all those strange men watching her on Ben's machine made her shrink back. She tussled within herself, it was an innocent opportunity to mount the machine again which she desired so very much. Doing it in public felt humiliating and enormously arousing. It was controlled, a one off situation and perhaps it would shake this obsession out of her. Satiate her. 

Later that evening Ben sat sullenly staring at the TV and Ginny flicked through a magazine, her eyes turned inwards registering nothing from the pages before her. Neither spoke. Ginny was continuing her debate. Could she make the next step? It was so simple. Yet she had to take the step now or the chance would evaporate. She felt the strength of a powerful inner hand pulling at deeply embedded cords inside her, reining in her voice. She physically trembled with the conflict. She needed time, she had to think. To find some respite she allowed her mind to drift, to switch off and take some rest. It drifted through thoughts of the day, replaying events as a spectator. Slowly into her conscious mind she pulled together fragments of a recent forgotten dream. She was standing before Ben's machine and opening her legs; she straddled the monster and leant herself forward, yielding herself to it while attachments snaked out of the metalwork and fixed themselves to her, locking on to her, assimilating her. Her hands roamed over the cold steel pipe work as its connectors sank onto the milk engorged flesh of her breasts. An experimental pull at them showed she could not dislodge them. She became one with the machine, the metal fusing seamlessly into her breasts and she felt the hum of the machine pulsing through her as if driven by its motors. Her milk started gushing into a container, hoses sneaking up into her slit and the vibration from the throb of the motors resonated down her clit. She lay helpless. 

Ginny shook her head as her mind faded in to the present. She was shocked by the desires welling up inside her, its fire burning stronger and brighter would not be ignored. She had to find a way to make this step, but it was painfully hard to admit these desires even to herself, so how could she possibly admit them to Ben?

"Darling..." she started. 

"Mmmh," his mind miles away.

"I was thinking about how we might get this demonstration to happen."

"Oh...forget it. I guess we are never going to get rich out of it. The world just ain't ready."

"No. It is up to us to show the world that it needs to change. I think we can't just give up after all your hard work. I was thinking...." Again her words trailed off into arid desert. Ben was not really paying attention, perhaps that would make this easier. Ginny licked her lips and with heart lurching she continued.

"I mean. I think you have worked such a lot on the design and everything. We shouldn't give up now."

"Yes well without a sow, there's no where to go." He spoke testily.

"Well I was thinking, this is for us right?"

"Yeh," he turned towards her but there was no light in his eyes.

"So I should contribute towards its success too, right?"

Ben looked puzzled. What had she in mind? Maybe there was some hope Ginny saw.

"I mean. You put all that hard work into the design and the building and the testing."

Ginny found it hard to pronounce the words correctly, her throat and mouth dry, the words straining defiantly against the restraining cords that tried desperately to pull her back from the brink. He wasn't really paying much attention to her anyway. She could just stop now. Just keep quiet, let the conversation drift away; better for Ben to feel irritated with her for raising the subject again without having anything to add, than to take a step too far. Yet she felt propelled forward by some inner force that would not be denied. She spoke in a rush.

"I mean.... It seems the least I could do... to be your demo sow... I mean..." Ben's face turned from puzzlement to surprise and she sensed the lifting of his mood. "... I have been on it before, and err.... you know...."

"Would you?" His face was suddenly elated. Ginny felt relieved. He hadn't ridiculed her, and she had pleased him. His mood had swung from hurt back into hope as he calculated what this might mean. She watched him intently and noticed his shoulders finally managed to relax for the first time that evening. He sat back after a while, his eyes had darted between her own as if trying to read what lay behind her words, as if he could almost discern her secret, yet it just seemed too evasive. 

"No. It would be too much to ask of you. You would have to be there naked in front of a whole audience of herders. It wouldn't be like downstairs, playing in the basement. These guys are used to handling livestock. They are rough men, used to training women, transforming them into sows. They'd be treating you as just merchandise. I couldn't have that."

"Well that would be ok." Ginny started slowly. "During the demo that is all I'd be to them, just another sow. No need to feel embarrassed before them. Then when it's all over, who cares what they think. I don't mind, really, if during the demo they believe I am a common sow. You'd be there to protect me and see they didn't walk me off and lock me in one of their pens or anything." She laughed and felt her excitement rise up another notch. She hoped Ben could not spot it too.

"Darling!" he came over and kissed her. "You are wonderful." He slipped a hand under her skirt as his tongue invaded her mouth. They were both excited and she knew he could feel her wetness as his finger quickly manoeuvred its way into her. She parted her legs and tilted her head up as his tongue swirled inside her. The unwelcome idea of becoming Ben's demo pet rather than his wife invaded her as powerfully as Ben's finger that was now mercilessly flicking at her clit while a second finger slide deep into her canal.

The next day Ben returned to the farm to discuss the demonstration and let them know he had found a sow.

"That's excellent news, Mr Ferrers. We would be delighted to see your demonstration of your machine. Do you have a picture of the sow you are planning to use?"

Ben shifted uneasily at the question. Of course he had a photo of his wife, but that was hardly a photo from a sow's registration document. 

"Well of course, Mr Small. But is it really necessary to bring a photo along for you to see? After all you'll see my sow when it's mounted on my machine." Ben had to really focus upon his words, referring to his wife as 'it' -- the normal way one referred to a sow. 

"Well I think it is, Mr Ferrers. You see if we are going to be at all interested in using your machine, we need to be sure that the sow you use for your demo has adequate udder size and milk capacity. You see we need to be sure it is going to produce sufficient quantities of milk in your demo so we can assess whether your machine will work for us." Sam Small stared straight back at Ben. "It would be a waste of everyone's time if it didn't convince the farm's owners that it would help with the milking of our herd."

As their eyes weighed each other up, Ben realised that Sam Small was not at all sure Ben had a sow. After all, he imagined, if the farm directors were present and the sow didn't show, Sam might be forced into the position of having to use one of his own. Reluctantly, Ben opened his wallet and took out a picture of Ginny. 

"Here she is." He said handing it over and slipping into the use of 'she' when referring to his wife. He didn't notice, but Sam certainly did. His eyebrow raised as he took the photo. He stared at it for a moment or two before looking up again. She was pretty, he thought, and her tits were a good size, although a little small compared to a sow's udders. But then a sow's udders were specially trained for milk production. Automatically he started to appraise her value as a sow. Not a bad price he thought. 

"Ben, you don't mind if I call you Ben do you?"

"Not at all." He fidgeted on the other side of the desk, uncomfortable with this oaf holding a photo of Ginn in his maw.

"Forgive me, but is this a photo of your wife?"

Ben turned bright red. He felt such a fool having tried to pass off his wife as a sow. 

"It's ok, Ben. I understand. This deal is very important to you isn't it?"

Ben could only nod. The power of speech seemed to have drained from him momentarily. 

"I am very impressed that you would consider using your wife to demonstrate your milking contraption." He considered the best word to use to describe Ben's invention. He wanted to emphasise the risk to his livestock, should they be mounted upon his machine. "The fact that you would risk your wife on it tells me how confident you are in its abilities. Believe me, I take that as a real positive." Ben started to feel a little better at these encouraging words. Yet he still felt hugely embarrassed at being found out. Perhaps he could swing this deal after all. He loved Ginny for being up for demonstrating the milking machine. That seems to have been a clincher in this persuasion.

"The thing is, though, she is not a sow is she?"

"Umm, well no...." was all Ben could manage at this moment.

"so she's not going to produce much milk is she?"

"Well you will see the alignment and how it holds the sow in place and how the udders would be milked."

"Yes, but as you will appreciate, this is a milking machine. We cannot go ahead with a test that produces no milk, can we?"

"Well perhaps we could run a second test with one of your milk sows once you're convinced it is safe."

"That would take up more time though wouldn't it? No I think we need to run a proper test before the farm owners. They will want to see what increase in milk yield could be achieved, if they are to buy some of your machines." He paused, letting the carrot dangle before his victim. Letting the words sink in and Ben to digest the idea that this was not just a single machine he might sell, but a number of them. He was watching Ben closely before closing the trap.

"I really think they will invest significantly if it performs as well as you suggest. Now to show our interest I have a proposition for you."

Ben's face brightened at the prospect of a way out. It seems he had swung it, and that was all thanks to Ginny. This guy had obviously been persuaded by her agreement to act as a sow for the demonstration, and now they might really break into the market. Ben sat, hardly able to absorb Sam's words as the excitement tingled through his insides. In order to focus and calm himself, Ben told himself the decision was still on a knife edge at the moment and he needed just to guide it over the last hurdle.

"If you want to use your wife to demonstrate the machine, then she should be put on a program of milk sow feed, so that she'd be able to produce milk for the test. We could supply that and if we buy the machine at the end, and I suspect we will be buying a number of them: this is a large farm, we will deduct our feed costs from the price so you won't have to pay anything up front."

Ben sat calculating it all. It sounded a good deal, but he was not at all sure Ginny would go for having to eat this feed.

"Is it necessary for her to eat the milk sow feed? Couldn't she just take supplements or something?"

"Now Ben. We want to make this test to be as real as possible. There is a lot of money we may be investing here. No I think we need her to take the same feed as our sows. Don't worry, no harm will come to her from the feed. She will start to produce milk after a day or two, of course, and she will need milking to relieve the pressure, but after the test the effects will die away and she will be back to her old self."

"Well I can discuss it with her."

"I'm sorry, Ben. I am trying to make this easier for you. I am offering to front the costs ahead of the trial. Do you want this deal or not?"

"Well yes of course I do."

"Then persuade her. If she was willing to go along with doing the demo, surely she won't refuse taking the feed for a few days will she?"

"For how long will she need to take the feed?"

Sam sat back and seemed to calculate. "Hmmm. I'd say a week should do it." 

"I suppose that is not too long."

"So do we have a deal?"

"Yes. And thank you for everything. You won't regret this when you see the milk machine in operation."

Sam smiled. "I am sure of it. That is why I am willing to take the risk up front." He consulted his diary. "I think we can make a demo for 10 days time, next Wednesday should be ok for everyone to come and see your milker in action."

Sam watched Ben's face for any sign of recognition of the ambiguity in what he had just said, but Ben was far too involved in the prospect of demonstrating his brainchild.

"Oh thank you. Yes that would be fine."

"Good we shall expect your wife to turn up on Wednesday this week then."

"I'm sorry? I don't understand."

"Well Ben, if your wife is going to take a course of sow feed to get her udders, I'm sorry.... her breasts, ready for milking, she will need to be supervised here."

"You mean she has to come in each day?"

"No. I mean she has to stay here." 

Ben's face remained blank. He was clearly having difficulty following the implication of what Sam was saying. "As a milk sow.", he added after a short pause. A sudden frosty silence descended upon the room as the two men stared at each other. Ben's expression changed from relief to shock while Sam kept his face very straight and looked very business like about the matter.

"My wife is not a sow." Ben offered.

"She will have to sign a temporary consent form for her conversion. It will be valid for one week so that she can stay here and perform the demo."




Milk Sow Ch. 02



"You can't be serious!"

"I'm afraid I am. There is no other way we can work this. You see we have a responsibility for her well-being if she is on our feed. We need to make sure she is properly nourished and prepared for milk production." 

"I will look after her!" Ben was almost shouting, his heart beating very fast.

"I don't doubt that for one moment, Ben. It is just red tape. Suppose something were to happen, we would be liable. We have a lot of experience in this, and we will make sure no harm comes to her. I am sorry, but it has to be this way." A concerned expression spread across Ben's face, and the light that was there a just a moment before dwindled behind a shadow of hopelessness. He stared back at Sam with empty eyes, his thoughts far away imagining Ginny's reaction. Sam knew that Ben was cornered and he would have to accede because he desperately wanted this contract.

"I don't think I can agree to that."

"No problem, Ben. We tried. I wish you every success with your invention." his response swift, assured and final. He offered his hand for a farewell handshake and thus signalled the meeting was over. Ben was in shock at the way it had finally swung round and the carpet seemed to slip from under his feet. He could not see Ginny ever agreeing to sign off her rights and become a mere milk sow even for a week, not even to save his invention. Yet as he made his way home, he couldn't help but wonder whether there was some way to persuade her. After all, it was only one week and after that they would be rich for life. One short week would soon pass. Surely she could endure it for just a few days. Ben did not feel confident though as he pulled up in front of their house.

"He said what!!" Ginny was furious. "I hope you told him where he can stuff his contract!"

"I told him it was out of the question." Ben was placatory. He still had a hope, however remote, that she may come round to the idea. 

"Out of the question.... I'll say! There is no way. What sort of woman does he take me for?"

"He explained how impressed he was that you agreed to try it out. He said they needed the test to be authentic."

"Well I didn't sweat through all those exams at school to avoid being labelled a sow just to sign it all away! I came third in my class you know. Everyone to see me as a milk sow? No way!"

"Well only the guys at the farm would know."

She turned on him. "You're getting turned on by this, aren't you? If you think, just because I agreed to demo your machine I am prepared to go along with this madcap idea, even for a week, you are seriously mistaken." Ginny stormed out of the room. 

Ben sat deflated. Of course she was right. There was no way he would have felt comfortable about her signing herself over as a sow, even for a day, let alone a week. Yet in the back of his mind he knew she had been turned on when she was trying out his machine, and he felt horny too now as they had talked about her going a step further. Surely, he thought, there must be some way to view this that would appeal to her, make it an exciting, erotic adventure. She had mounted his machine without any prompting from him, and she was so fucking wet by the time he had returned and found her. He thought back to the powerful sensations of lust he had felt when he saw his wife strapped firmly into the machine and being milked by it. The sweat on her body glistening in the spotlights that focused their beams upon her immobilised and tortured body. He had responded to the sight with an urge to dominate her, and he had never cum with such an intensity before. He felt sure that Ginny had felt the same way by her muted convulsions as they had fucked.

Ginny, however, was already in the bathroom working at her clit. She had felt so hot when Ben came back and told her what they had discussed. She couldn't explain how furious she felt at the same time as being turned on by it. Now she needed to cum and as her finger worked its familiar magic, she kept cumming in a series of small waves that built one upon the other before crashing and descending over her in quick succession. Perhaps, she thought, her fury hid her true feelings because she would feel terribly humiliated if Ben even suspected how she was feeling right now. Better by far to be angry so he'd keep his distance! Oh god this was good. Her slit was literally sopping as her fingers worked herself up towards another cum.

That night Ginny slept fitfully. She dreamed of being held in a pen with a herd of common sows, men pulling open the gate and whistling to them to follow. She pictured herself on all fours, obediently following them, heavy swollen udders swaying beneath her as she trotted after them as quickly as she could. She dreamed of them petting her and whispering words of encouragement to her as they groomed her, their fingers massaging her udders, pulling at them, irresistibly drawing out the milk from her, and she couldn't help it. She felt the weight of her udders hanging heavily from her chest, the men's fingers pressing on her teats and telling her she was a good sow, full of creamy milk. She felt the liquid oozing out of her nipples, a little trickle at first dribbling across the large fleshy mound stretched taut. Little rivulets of blue veins strained to follow their course under the internal pressure. She felt the sudden rush in the pit of her stomach at the feel of this man's hand, this stranger, who was sliding one hand through her hair while his other continued to pull on her teat. A large bucket stood on the floor below her; it had drawn her eyes as she had been led across the room towards it. 

She was tethered to the floor through a bolt nearby, held in position above the white pail, the strong arms of this stranger holding her in position as he coaxed the milk from her. She felt the mounting tingle building in her gut, the precursor of her letting go, of his domination over her, of her humiliation, unable to hold back the milk anymore, of her losing all dignity, and then the stream would start, the tinny echo of it hitting the walls of the pail, the sigh of relief, the slow rhythmic yielding of her flesh as it responded to him; this strangers quick manipulative fingers rubbing on her teats, pulling at them and guiding her milk into the pan. The release of tension as she allowed herself to succumb to his will, the relief as the milky white fluid burst out of her udders in a torrent. She felt a gush between her legs and awoke, her fingers buried deep inside her crack, her sweat soaked hair matted to her forehead. Her fingers were soaking wet and she realised that she had cum violently in bed and the sudden spasm had awoken her. She felt the sheets stained and wet between her thighs and felt a deep shame, more so as the dream remained vividly imprinted upon her and that despite the humiliation she felt at the workings of her own imagination, she had cum in such an incontinent way.

Ben murmured next to her, "You ok darling?" his body was turned away from hers. Ginny lay there, chest heaving as she tried to restore calm. She was wet, she had made everything wet over a dream of being treated as a milk sow. What was happening to her? "I'm hot. I am just going to take a quick shower." She kissed him, leaning over him feeling guilty and unfaithful. Then she went and showered off. As the water cascaded over her, Ginny thought about her dream. She had felt overpowered by the idea of being subjugated and even now she felt a little out of it. Her heart still pumped fast, she felt a flush over her face and her knees still felt weak. She rubbed vigorously at the hair covering her mound. It was matted with her juices and would not be easy to get clean; besides there was some relief from working her fingers over her sex. She flexed her knees and bent over to watch herself as she soaped her mound and felt the slipperiness of her fingers gliding over her. It was so easy to slip them down there, to glide them into her awaiting opening. It took almost no time before she came hard. 

What was happening to her? Her fantasy had been gradually overtaking her ever since mounting that infernal machine. She wished she had never got on top of it, yet she already knew how untrue that really was. She climbed back into bed still horny. She watched Ben lying to his side, looking so relaxed and sleeping peacefully; his breathing regular in contrast to her ragged gasps just a few moments before in the shower. She resented his composure. Sliding under the bed covers she easily released his cock and started to suck on it. God it felt good just to feel his placid, silky cock slip into her mouth. She remembered the feelings of being strapped into the machine as he had impaled her. Now it felt soft and floppy in her mouth, like a little feeding tube. She licked at its tip, gyrating her tongue around it. She needed to convince herself of a more normal reason for her horniness.



Milk Sow Ch. 03



Chapter 3: The Contract

Ben lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling. He could hear the splash of water from the bathroom as Ginn took her shower. Ben had a lot to think about. Yesterday she had been shouting at him and angry with him, and then in the middle of the night she had awoken him with such a passionate blowjob and she seemed very horny. What was going on? Perhaps, Ben thought, she had reflected upon her anger and felt guilty? It was the only way he could make sense of what happened last night. He thought about how they might demonstrate his machine without Ginn having to stay at the farm for a week. There must be someone...

The heat of the water cascading down her back massaged Ginny as she stood in the shower. She too was reflecting upon last night. She had been searching for that pinnacle of arousal she had felt yesterday as she had cum over and over again. Yet last night, although it had been good, there was that extra gear in her excitement that she had failed to find. Her thoughts, not for the first time, drifted down into the basement. 

Ginny walked into the bedroom and sprawled herself across Ben's still prone figure. She kissed him.

"I was thinking," she began, "maybe we could play a bit more with the machine today." 

Ben raised his head and looked at her. Ginny was smiling coyly at him, that playful grin, which he knew betrayed how turned on she was thinly masquerading behind a veil of her casualness. It was the first time either of them had talked about the time she had mounted his machine and Ben had found her there, helpless, and fucked her hard. Even now, his cock jerked upwards involuntarily at the mere mention of it. If they couldn't sell his machine, they could still fuck on it. Ben grinned and nodded with the excitement of a little boy.

"After breakfast then." She was beaming as she spoke. Having seen how eager he was, she wanted to torment him with the delay and build up the anticipation.

At the breakfast table, Ginny sat opposite Ben. She had slipped on a simple sheer teddy over her nakedness, and her arousal shone across the table by the twin beacons of her dark areoles highlighted against the press of the thin fabric. She was in skittish mood, hypersensitive to the feel of the hard wood chair against her soft, rounded behind. She cut her French toast into strips and ate them in mock fellatio before Ben who, becoming mesmerised by her performance, could not concentrate on what he was doing. The milk spilt from his lips and dribbled over his chin and down his shirt. Ginny giggled as she bit into her toast and the flavour of egg mixed with vanilla filled her mouth. She picked up her large cup of cappuccino and let the froth coat her upper lip. She loved to sensually lick the sugar and chocolate froth into her mouth, a sweet contrast for the bitterness of the coffee. Ben was clearly getting worked up and Ginny had to restrain him from grabbing her arm and pulling her down into the basement before they were finished. Yet she wanted the build up, she wanted him goaded. She had a big step to take, and she knew she couldn't do it on her own. She needed Ben to force her. 

Ginny slowly peeled a Kiwi fruit and held it in her palm, its green slippery wetness making her fingers sticky. She fixed Ben with her gaze and their eyes locked together she slowly lowered her hand with the fruit under the table. Ginny's head tilted back and her mouth opened as she pressed the cool wetness of the fruit against her parted lips. Ben stared at the long sleek neck, his mind filled with images of her parted thighs and her hips shoved forward under the table. Ginny lowered her gaze and stared at him once more as her hand reappeared with the fruit. She stood and walked around the table towards him. A lump formed in his throat with the desire welling up inside him, the nakedness of her body accentuated by the pretence of a covering – a provocation rather than a protection. 

Ginny bent over him and brought the fruit to his mouth. He opened his lips and his nostrils filled with her scent. She pushed the fruit whole, forcing his lips to part wider, gagging his mouth which stretched to accommodate it. With her finger she pressed it back behind his teeth and then bent down and kissed him full on the mouth. Her juices, smeared all across the fleshy sweet fruit were now liberally coating his tongue, and the taste of her sex was slowly invading the back of his throat. Her tongue flicked across the fruit so she too could taste herself mingled with the familiar taste of her man. While Ginny's tongue darted about inside him, Ben was unable to close his mouth upon the fruit, to escape the discomfort of having his jaw stretched open. Her fingers slid over his puffed cheeks and she manoeuvred herself onto his lap. Her thighs settled on either side of the chair that scarped across the floor to make room for her. She removed her tongue and Ben bit down upon the fruit. It collapsed and juice sprayed out into his mouth – a sharp, saccharine flow dissolving Ginny's musk. At the same time, the fruit sprayed juice out through his still parted lips and into Ginny's open awaiting mouth pressed close to his lips. They kissed.

Ben grabbed hold of her now and they stumbled out of the kitchen and towards the basement. Nothing was going to stop him, determination set upon his face. He had had enough. Once down in the brightly lit room, the gleam of the machinery behind him, Ben tore off the teddy, stripping her of her pretence. She stood before him, willing him to take control. He ordered her to mount the machine and present her ass to him and as her wrists locked into place, her heart beat faster with the desire of a strong man dominating her.

Ben's pent up libido had hit boiling point. He set about fucking her with a vigour heedless of anything but his own needs. There was something untamed in his use of her. As he thrust deeper into her he started to command her:

"You will be obedient. You will become my little pig. I am going to send you off to that farm to have those udders fixed so you produce milk for me. You are going to produce milk for me so that I can demonstrate my machine." 

He emphasised the words 'I' and 'my machine' and with each word, rammed himself harder into her open cunt. Ginny felt the draw of the tubes and the squeeze of the rings around her teats. They were pulling at her and encouraging her out. She felt him pumping into her and demanding she yield to him. She tried to raise her neck and thrust her tits deeper into the vacuum cups that were latched onto her and once again yielded in a complete and absolute way. 

"I am sending you off to the farm and you will do whatever they tell you. You will be trained by them and learn to become a milk sow for me. I don't care what you have to say. You will do it. Tell me now you will do it!" he was shouting, the tension he felt in his sinews colouring his voice as Ginny's compliant body yielded to his thrusts. Resistance melted with his onslaught, undermined by her own inner desire.

"Nnnggh." She grunted. Somewhere in the pit of her stomach rose a responding yes stifled by her constricted, terrified throat.

"Say it! Tell me... tell me you'll do it. Go on say it." his voice demanding an answer, as he rhythmically pounded her. She could not think, she could not hold back.

"I..... I... ooohhhh...." She was panting. She couldn't catch her breath, her mind wouldn't work, his cock drumming into her, knocking all sense from her grasp. "ok."

"ok what, tell me. Say it!" he sounded so in control of her, and she knew he would let her find no escape.

"ok ok!" she shouted. "I will.... I will do it!"

"Tell me. Tell me what you will do." He was dragging it out of her now.

"Aaaah!" she was on the verge of cumming, she needed to say it, needed him to hear her speak the words. She knew by confessing it would tip her over the edge and she would release this huge wave coiled round to breaking point trapped inside her, forcing its way out of her belly, up her throat. The words piled out in a rush as she bucked.

"I will become your pig, learn to be told what to do and to obey." She was gasping out the words synchronised with the draw on her teats from the cups and Ben's pounding in her cunt. 

"Do it! Send me to the farm. Make me produce milk. Put me in my place – a dumb sow you can pet and fuck and place upon your machine, so that I may know I am nothing, your sow, your pet, to be used. Not worthy to sleep in your bed, but kept in a pen here by my master's machine!" Her words spilt out in ragged gasps, but she had to release them quickly, while she still had the strength.

At the end of the torrent of words she was screaming. She felt Ben's cock swelling within her walls, responding to her words. She felt his tightness and anticipated receiving him, as he would shoot deep into her. She yielded to him, not just her womb, but also her darkest fantasy. Now he knew, now she had confessed it, that shameful desire, that terrible secret, to become nothing more than a kept animal, to be milked and fucked and used, to be lead around the house on a lead, to be subjugated. She felt relief and as the relief washed over her, the vacuums squeezed her mercilessly and she wished with all her might she could ejaculate that twin stream of white fluid from her chest into the jars he had set in place below her, to complete her obedience to him, to show him she had been reduced by his cock and his gleaming machinery into his milk sow. For her own milk to bear witness against her, to undermine her protestation. His machine forcing her to milk, commanding it from her body. Ben luring her back constantly into his milking dungeon, ordering her to mount his milking machine and offer herself to its demands again and again. 

As these thoughts pounded through her throbbing head, she felt his seed hit her cervix, she felt herself opening to receive him, she felt the torrent of a long withheld release spring from some dark place deep within her, where it had been held captive and now was free to consume her and she shook and shuddered against her bonds. Her orgasm coursed through her and forced out the old Ginny. The last vestiges of respectability were draining from her, as she felt she was being cleansed and dirtied at the same time. The mix of emotions as she felt her second and then third orgasm assail her, left her disoriented. She needed to be strapped down onto this machine. She had not the strength left to keep herself from collapsing, the power to stand on her own feet draining away form her, absorbed into the machine. She needed to be tied down, to feel the tight cinch of the bindings at her wrists, the sweat-soaked platform on which her body rested. She needed them all to keep her from drifting away, tying her down lest she be lost forever. 

She felt Ben pull out, heard the plop of his softening cock as it freed itself from her grip. She felt the coolness against her hot cunt as his cum dribbled out of her and onto the floor. She heard the drip as it hit the tiles, and she felt the tingle of excitement mingled with fear as she lay there exposed in far more absolute ways than just her cum filled cunt. She knew she had exposed her innermost desire, the one she had kept from everybody. But now it had been torn from her, betrayed herself and now she had no idea what would happen next.

Ben and Ginny drove in silence towards the farm. Ginny had been quiet all morning and Ben really had no idea what words to say.

"You know you can pull out even now, if you are at all uneasy about this."

"Just get me there. The sooner we get started the sooner this will be over." Ginny was sharp in her response, her uneasiness at her own mixed emotions and the butterflies in her stomach preoccupied her too much to be able to hold any conversation. They drove up to the car park and Ben switched off the engine. 

"I do love you." he said as he reached across and kissed her. Ginny had been staring in front of herself all this time, but turned and smiled at him.

"I really appreciate what you are doing for our future. Are you ready, sure you want to go through with this?" he looked at her enquiringly with a supportive smile spread across his face. Ginny read there his wish to offer her a way out, as he felt he should, yet she also saw written in those eyes an unquenchable desire that she go through with this.

"I guess," she smiled nervously, tensing as she released her seatbelt. Ginny waited for Ben to walk around and open her door. As the door pulled open she swung her legs round and climbed onto her feet. Ginny stumbled, feeling her legs suddenly unable to support her. Ben quickly took hold of her arm and held her steady with a firm, reassuring grip.


"Thanks. Wow, I feel so nervous I can hardly stand up," she regained her balance next to him. "I guess that's natural."


"Don't worry, it sounds perfectly natural." Ben walked her over towards a side entrance, above the door hung a sign which read: "Sow Registrations". Ginny felt a wave of nausea rise up and grip her by the throat as she was ushered in through the open door by Ben. 


"Thank you," she acknowledged, feeling the tingle in her pussy as she stepped inside. Her heart was racing, as she realized the portal she had just stepped through opened out into a new life, one that she yearned for and feared both at the same time. What was she about to experience over the coming days? She wondered at herself that she should so meekly allow herself to be led down this path, in the full knowledge she would sign away her freedoms in but a little while. She felt the heat in her neck radiating and wondered whether the men inside would notice.


They entered into a hallway from which several offices radiated. There were several naked sows waiting around in the area. It seemed the nerve centre for the operation of the farm and sows came to report here. Ginny wondered about their lives. She could see their bright blue registration marks tattooed on their ass cheeks, each with their registration number. This denoted them as permanent sows. She knew enough that when sows were bought and sold their owners had to register their ownership over the sow with the ministry. She felt a sickening curiosity about what it must be like to feel the persistent sting of the tattoo needle branding her as she leant over offering her cheek. Imagining herself on all fours as the man worked and knowing that forever afterwards she would be a sow, a piece of merchandise that could be traded. Ginny realised she was feeling very wet, and she thought about how little actually separated her from becoming one of this herd.

As they walked past, each of these sows turned and looked at her with a curiosity. Each had a little band around its neck and tied to this a small tinkling bell. There was something diminutive and provocative about the petit sound they made. The name of the owner, she knew, was engraved upon the bell. Ginny felt a rising panic surging up from her stomach as they walked, each one of these sows understood she was here to be signed up. She walked in as their superior, but when she re-emerged from one of these offices, she would be just another sow, an equal. She felt the pinch of Ben's fingers gripping her upper arm, a warning against her growing impulse to flee. He seemed to sense her growing state of anxiety and saw the burning red in her cheeks as she tried to avoid the stares of these sows. Ben whispered in her ear,

"You're doing great."


Sam Small was sitting behind his desk as they entered the office. He first noticed the state of anxiety in Ginny's eyes. It was not uncommon for women coming to stay at the farm for discrete breaks should be half out the door by the time they had actually stepped in. He smiled welcomingly and as he moved around the desk, he offered his large hand out to them. 

"Welcome to our little enterprise." He said looking at Ginny. "You are understandably nervous, everyone seems to be uncertain when they first arrive, but you'll soon settle in. You'd be surprised how many women start out jittery and unsure about what they've agreed to, end up regular customers of ours." He was smiling a warm reassuring smile at Ginny. "I am confident you will look back on this week as a very enjoyable time." There was a mischievous gleam of complicity in his eye as he said the word 'very'. 


"Thank you," Ginny smiled back nervously, and without consciously being aware of it she drew herself closer to Ben. 

"Alright, well we have some paperwork to sort out before you can start your stay with us. Then we will take you through the induction so you know how we operate and what is in store. Are you ready?" His smile beamed at her and she felt his warmth and encouragement. He looked at her for a moment trying to read what lay in her eyes. Ginny felt very exposed standing before him, suddenly in a spotlight.

"This your first time, right?"

Ginny looked down, "Yes." She incongruously felt quite ashamed somehow that she had not desired to take a short break as a sow before.

"Well I want you to know that we take very good care of our sows, and I don't just mean the temporary sows like yourself that just come for the experience and the sex."

Ginny's head shot up and Ben jumped in.

"My wife has only agreed to this in order to demonstrate my machine. She is not here to be used sexually. You understand that, don't you? She is just here to be monitored as she is prepared for her role to produce milk for the demonstration."

Sam placed his larger hand on Ben's shoulder, in a paternal way. "Look, nothing is going to happen to your wife that she doesn't agree to. That is all there in the contract. We can't lease her out for any clients unless she signs this waver." He thrust a piece of paper before Ben and as he skimmed it his face brightened.

Sam turned towards Ginny again as Ben read, "You know almost all the people who experience the sow break come back again. You really are going to have a good time with us." 

Ben spoke up, "That seems to be ok." Ginny felt relieved too, she thought. "Where's this paperwork?" She just wanted to get this over and done with. 

Sam stepped back behind his desk and picked up another piece of paper. He was scanning it over just to refresh his memory of the contract details before passing it over to Ginny. She stood and read it carefully, although she found it hard to concentrate on the legalese in her state of semi-arousal and anxiety. Ben came over and held on to the paper, which Ginny suddenly realised was flapping as her hand shook. Ben steadied it and placed his hand on her back as they read it together. Everything seemed perfectly in order and Ginny finally looked up towards Sam and he offered her a pen. Ginny stooped over the end of his desk and with heart pounding driving out all other noises from her ears, she signed her name in the appropriate place and then Sam and Ben both signed too. 

Sam scrutinised the signatures before safely filing it away in a draw on the other side of his desk. He said, "Well that all looks in order." He turned to Ben, "Are we ready to proceed?" 

Ginny looked at Ben who seemed a bit perplexed and turned towards her for direction. "If it's ok with you, I think the sow needs to get undressed. Are you happy for us to proceed?" Ginny felt a lurch in her stomach at the word 'sow' and watched Ben silently give a slight nod of his head.

"Thank you." Sam produced a box and placed it before Ginny on the desk. "Take all your clothes and jewellery off and place them in here." Ginny gulped.

"What right here?" 

"It's as good a place as any." Sam picked up the phone. "Could you come in here Matt, we have a temp sow just signed up, and bring Dillon with you."

Ginny looked at Ben who wished he could do something, but they had all signed the paperwork now. He gave a slight nod of encouragement to her and smiled, perhaps a little wanly. Ginny started to unbutton her blouse. She didn't quite know how to act in her new status. Was she just a piece of the farm's merchandise now or was she a customer? The whole situation seemed to her so unreal.




Milk Sow Ch. 03



Ginny was looking pensively at the box as she pulled her blouse from out of her skirt. She licked her painted red lips as if they were dry. 
"Okay, I guess you're right," she said as she placed her blouse in the box and reached back to unhook her bra.

Matt and Dillon walked in as Ginny's breasts came into view. Sam stepped over to her and reached for them and stood inspecting them for a moment. His approach seemed professional rather than sexual, so somehow this bizarre scene being played out in the room was acceptable to everyone. Ginny had no idea how to respond to this approach. She just stood staring up at his large face while he lifted and prodded her tits. 

"Hmm these are a bit on the small size. By the end of her visit you are going to find her tits have grown and they will be much firmer." By now he was pulling at her nipples as he continued his inspection. Ben didn't seem to know how to respond either. He just stood and couldn't answer. Matt turned to him.

"Don't worry, they will be more fun to play with afterwards." 

Dillon came over to him. "You must be the husband. I think we need to take the sow out into one of the admissions rooms where we'll take her through her induction. It's just to go through the formalities so she can know what to expect. Don't worry we are going to take very good care of her and in a few days she will be back with you." He put his arm around Ben's shoulder, like a couple of old mates who were sharing a joke. 

Ginny watched the way Dillon manoeuvred himself between her and her husband. Why didn't he notice? The four men were standing around waiting for her to remove the rest of her clothes. No one spoke to her and Ginny felt suddenly very alone. The idea of her imminent conversion sent icicles of fear and lust like daggers through her abdomen. She stepped out of her shoes and began to pile the rest of her clothing into the box. Her skirt was soon followed by her tights, and finally, her panties.


Slowly Ben was being steered out of the room, his back was to Ginny so he did not witness her ritual undressing before the other two men, the strangers, the ones into whose care they had just signed her over. Dillon was continuing to talk with him as they left through the door they had so recently both just entered. That was it, he had gone and left her, he didn't even say goodbye. She felt a rising resentment against her husband, and that was precisely what Sam and Matt had intended, knowing that this would ease her along the road towards her adopted role as their milk sow. Ben, however, had felt terrible standing there and watching his wife undress for these men. He knew in his head that she was doing this from her own choice, but every instinct in his body screamed to him to protect her and take her away from this awful situation. Yet he couldn't. They had signed the paperwork, and now he felt guilty and powerless. He couldn't face his wife, he felt crushed and impotent. He welcomed Dillon's advance, and his reassuring patter. He allowed himself to be led away. He wanted to say goodbye, he wanted to kiss her, but somehow it felt inappropriate to kiss a sow in front of these men.

Ginny flushed pink as she stood naked before the two remaining men. Her status, however it had been theoretically before, was now vividly diminished in front of them. She had purposefully removed her clothing in front of these strangers at Sam's command and thereby openly acknowledged his position of authority over her. She felt vulnerable naked in front of these two fully clothed, powerful men; and one of them, Matt, was here to assess her quality as a farm animal. However much a few moments ago she may have felt as one of them, an equal with her own opinions and rights, now suddenly she found she had been stripped of more than her clothes. Now she was no more than one of the sows herself. Her hands shook and her palms felt clammy. She fumbled as she tried to close the box. The lid fell with a clang, sealing in her old normal human life. She handed it over for safe keeping. Matt stepped behind her and pulled her wrists together. She felt him double loop thick white twine around them. 

"I will keep all this stuff safe for you in the storage locker. You'll get them back when you return to human status," Sam said taking the box, walking away from her and setting it down upon the desk far from her reach.

"Oh," she grunted, as the twine was pulled tight and she could feel her wrists being snugly compressed together, her shoulders pulled back, and her breasts forced out into prominence. "It's actually happening" she said, astonished, looking at him with an eager, nervous smile. Matt's finger pushed her chin upwards, compelling her to look straight in front of her as he slipped a thick leather collar around her slender exposed neck. She could feel a ridge supporting her chin, forcing her head up as the leather was pulled tight around her throat, restricting all movement. The metal clash of a padlock sinking into place sealed her neck in its grip. Sam looped his finger through the "D" ring that hung in the front of the collar and lead her across the room. 

"Yes, Ginny," he confirmed with a smile, watching her intently, gauging her reaction, his arms folded across his chest. "You are a sow now."



Milk Sow Ch. 04



Chapter 4: The Training

Ginny groaned softly, feeling the tug at her neck and following without a choice. Sam's thick meaty arm pulled her forward, compelling her to make hurried little steps to keep up. They left by a second door, the one Matt and Dillon had appeared from. She felt the coldness of the tiled floor seeping through her bare feet. She was not at all sure about what she had done, but she understood it was too late to back out now. Sam led Ginny over to a small room with a door having a large barred window. He hooked the clip on the end of a lead that hung from the bars by the door into her D ring and tethered her to the door. The collar forced Ginny just to stare, wide eyed straight in front of her. There was a look of shock in her eyes and Ginny could feel a heat radiating out from between her thighs. Her lack of any control over what was happening to her was coursing a fever pitch of arousal through her veins, along with the thumping pump of her fear. Sam was saying something to Matt and turned and left giving Ginny a pat on her ass by way of farewell. He had handed her over and his interest in her was over now too.

Matt pulled out a set of keys. "I am going to be your trainer. From now on and for the rest of this week you will answer to the name of ginnysow. You are no longer Ginny, the woman who walked in here of her own choice. She has voluntarily relinquished the status she had, no longer an equal with the dignity and rights of an adult woman. You are just a sow now, and require a name that everyone can recognise you for what you have agreed to become. Besides, it is an important part of your training that whenever you here your name you associate it with the word sow, until Ginny and sow will seem to you inseparable. No matter the context, your mind will come to adjust and voicelessly add the word sow whenever you hear your name. This is the purpose of your training, not just to be trained to learn tricks, but to undergo a deep and thorough change in your attitude and the way you think about yourself."

"But.... But I thought I was only here to prepare for the demo." Ginny's voice squeaked timidly, but she was sure Matt had misunderstood. She had to explain, but he held up his hand palm towards her as a brake on what she was about to say.

"What does it matter, ginnysow, what you thought? I am your trainer, and I am explaining to you how it is going to be."

Matt was not gloating as he spoke to her. There was a kind of brutal tenderness in his voice. Ginny squeezed her thighs together to stop herself from peeing right in front of him as she contemplated how powerless she was to prevent herself undergoing such far reaching changes. She wondered whether it was possible in just a week, and she was terrified that it might be. For the first time she seemed to fully appreciate what it meant to be a sow. These men could do what they wished with her, and the changes they would force to be made in her could be irreversible and even against her will, but nevertheless these changes would happen if they wished it. Matt stood watching her, a smile flitting across his lips.

"I see ginnysow is beginning to understand now."

There it was again. Ginny the sow, and the memory of herself trapped upon Ben's milking machine forced its way back into her mind. Matt clattered the key in the lock and swung the door open, then unhooked her and led her inside the room. There was a low horizontal bar at midriff height in the middle, like a hitching post, Matt swung the lead over the bar and pulled it tight so Ginny's body was forced to bend over the bar. There was a post a couple of feet away with a large iron ring set into it. Matt was securing the other end of her lead through the ring and knotting it. Ginny's face was now staring straight at the iron ring, the top of her torso horizontal. She heard Matt's voice boom at her from behind her upturned and exposed sex. "Ginnysow! Legs apart!!" and a boot lightly kicked at her ankles.

"'K," she gasped, opening her legs, feeling her sex peek out from between her sleek thighs. Ginny's breasts swayed heavily beneath her. She licked her lips nervously, still getting used to hearing her name chained up together with the word 'sow.' Matt's words rattled in her head and already they were having an effect upon her. There was a menacing quality to hearing her adopted name repeated over and again, and the more she resisted the implication, the more she undermined her own sense of self.

She felt the hands of her trainer upon her body, on her back, her rump, feeling, squeezing, judging her quality. She took deep, even breaths, noting how clinical his touch was, measured not hurtful at all. She felt his fingers glide along her spine to the sloping groove that contoured round her ass and down to her open waiting sex. 

The broad stretch of Matt's hand rubbed against her sex, the whole of her mound was encompassed in its strong span. His fingers pulled on her outer lips before spreading her open to judge her offering. Ginny's arousal leaped at this dispassionate handling of her. She sucked in air in a loud gasp that reverberated around the room. She blinked rapidly, feeling herself being pulled opened. Her clitoris buzzed uncontrollably as she contemplated being tethered here, some sexual animal on display, available for use. No opinion, no purpose, no respect, just a dumb animal to be cared for by its betters and to be used by them. 

The word ginnysow revolved around in her head over and again. She felt the fingers of her trainer holding her open with one hand as he probed her inner lips and hole with the fingers of his free hand. Funny, but somehow bent over like this and exposed, she could no longer think of it as her sex. Maybe it was the indifferent way her trainer was treating those most private places, the fact he assumed ownership of them, the very act of inspecting them convincing her they were no longer ever to be her private places. He was evaluating her, judging her quality, and her value no longer was in her abilities, her intellect. She was to be judged by how eagerly her slit responded, how wet she became, how well she could entice clients to enter her. Her value as an animal on this farm would lie in the amount of milk she would produce, but until then her sole value lay in how sensitive and available she would make herself. There was a lack of intimacy in the way Matt probed her, judging her responses, bringing her into heat shamelessly. His finger glided over the puckered fleshy lips, he handled her expertly, the tip of his finger brushing against her engorged clit.

"Oh!" Ginny cried, feeling the pleasurable jolt. She was squirming under his touch, her unrestrained breasts swung heavily in the air. She felt their pull weighing down on her. Soon she would not be able to think of them as anything more than her udders.

"Oh yes, that's right. You like this don't you. It feels so good, doesn't it. I can give you so much pleasure acquainting my finger with this little button of yours. Except it isn't yours any more, is it. It belongs to me now." Matt tweaked her clit mercilessly and Ginny could do nothing but take it. His words tormented her. Even if her hands were not tied behind her back, and this collar forcing her to look straight ahead at this iron ring that reminded her of her very open hole, she belonged to this man for the next few days and she could not deny his use of her body.

Matt laughed as he heard her gulp in response to his words. This was just routine for him, breaking her psychologically to his will. 

"You are just farm property now, so you'd better get used to this treatment, because there is no part of this body we don't own." 

Matt's words smacked against her and made her smart just as much as if he had slammed his hand across her cheek. Ginny did not dare to contradict or protest, instead she remained quiet, accepting of her new role. As quickly as he had spread her open Matt let go of her sex. She felt his hand glide across her flat stomach, reaching up beneath her for her breasts. Tethered as she was, she could not turn but was forced to patiently wait until his hard gripping fingers encompassed her udders. She felt the heat from his fingers seep into her soft malleable flesh that he pulled and squeezed. He seemed to be weighing them, gauging how much capacity that could store. Ginny breathed softly, feeling his hand explore her nipples. She wondered how many sows he had graded that day, and how she compared with them. Suddenly she squealed as he twisted her nipples between his fingers, as if milking her. Then they were gone and Ginny felt the cool air brushing against her sore flesh. 

"Your udders are a trifle small. We shall have to enlarge them before the week's end." Matt had his back to her as he spoke, moving across to a table to make notes.

Ginny flushed again, feeling her face heat up with embarrassment. He had referred to her breasts as udders. She was learning a new vocabulary with which to describe herself; and Matt had been perfectly right, even though she told herself these words meant nothing, they still managed to seep into her sense of self, impregnating the way she thought about herself. It seemed to come so easily, and thinking of herself in these new terms was having a powerful affect upon her. She could feel a dampness spreading elsewhere too, around her hole, and as her mind again referred to her own sex as her hole she felt a slow trickle of her juices make its ticklish way across to the top of her thigh.

"Notwithstanding that, I think by the end of this week you are going to turn out a grade A sow," Matt declared, slapping her ass cheek as if to reinforce his point. Matt walked over to a small desk inside which he found a large stamp and a blue inkpad. He pressed the stamp into the pad until it was fully inked up and then approached her. Ginny felt her pulse quicken. If she had been able to, she would have high tailed it out of there. But as it was, she was held firmly in position to receive the stamp that would confirm her status as a sow. This stamp would give those how saw it an authority over her, allow them to use her as any common sow. 

The fact that it was temporary only somehow made it worse: for what rights could she ever assume after relinquishing those rights here and now and before those people for whom she had already agreed to be their sow? She would never be able to hide that from herself. Her secret fantasy was about to be written indelibly in large letters of blue ink on her rump, and whether she wanted to or not, she could be forced into the role of a sow by anyone who came across this mark as long as it remained. Perhaps even long afterwards there would still be a blue round ghost image, and perhaps if Ben, or anyone else who knew her secret, should lift her skirt and show her mark to any stranger, then this stranger would learn her secret too; and although she would protest, although she would know nothing about this stranger, yet she would automatically be forced to accept his authority over her and afford him the right to treat her as a sow. Perhaps she would never be entirely free, always at the mercy of those who would encounter this mark. 

Ginny watched Matt walk purposely towards her. He was taking his time, walking slowly, watching her. He understood exactly what was running through her mind, and he wanted her to have plenty of time to contemplate her inability to prevent him; plenty of time to reflect on how she had secretly wanted this and to experience the mounting fear building up inside her as Matt approached. The only way she could quell the rising tension that tightened the strings within her was to relinquish her old self, to accept her powerlessness and embrace the inevitable. Ginny was taking the first steps along a path whereby she would become accustomed to others controlling what would happen to her, treating that as normal, accepting their control and submitting to their desires. She had no idea at the time of how deep and subtle these changes being wrought in her were to be.

"This ink doesn't come off, you know, no matter how hard you may scrub. It will fade over time very slowly, but even months after leaving this place people will still be able to discern your mark and know you were once a sow temporarily registered at a dairy farm." He grinned at her as he watched the hot flush sweep across her face and knew he had hit home on her thoughts. He understood how important the part of humiliation was in the ritual of forcing a woman into accepting herself as a sow, combined with her sure knowledge that in spite of the humiliation, a very potent part of her desired this conversion too. Matt was very skilled at confronting his charges with their own desires, until gradually their resistance was worn down by them. He knew that over the coming days Ginny would acquire an acceptance of her own desires, that she had set in train a sequence of events she no longer had control over and was now forced to follow her training. With this understanding would follow her total capitulation even at the cost of her self-respect, in fact precisely because it would cost her, her self-respect. They were embarked upon the necessary and crucial first steps in the process of her conversion.

Ginny felt him standing right behind her. Her flesh crept, she tried to withdraw from him. A gasp issued from her lips as she felt his hand gently caress the spot where he was about to place the stamp. His fingers were tender and Ginny's breaths came in short staccato gasps as she waited for the inevitable pressure she was about to feel as the stamp was pushed firmly and indelibly into her flesh. She felt his lips brush against her ass cheek as he kissed her. 

"This spot right here, ginnysow," his finger tracing out a round circle, "will never be entirely human again. You will always carry the imprint of your mark. No matter how well dressed you may be, or among the greatest of company, you will always know this spot right here marks you apart. You will always be conscious of this spot and what you've agreed to today. Each morning in the bathroom mirror, as you stand naked before it, your eyes will be constantly drawn back to this spot -- checking whether the mark is still visible. Your eyes will pick it out, no matter how faded, you will always see your mark and remember your willingness to betray your human self and acknowledge your desire to be used as a sow. This spot here, where your skin is smooth and fleshy, where your lovers will wish to dig in their fingers, this spot will always prey on your mind; you will constantly be aware of this ghostly blue pattern which betrays you. 

Maybe in time the ink will fade enough for people not to discern what it is, but not you; you will know. For you this mark will always broadcast your willingness to submit to others. Whether you are in a bar, a chance meeting in the mall or at work, no matter where, you will know your mark is ready to betray you. As you feel your heart beat faster in the flirtatious presence of some stranger, your mind will be tempted, one swift movement of your arm, brushing accidentally against the material of your skirt, gathering it to one side riding up -- a glimpse of your soft flesh curving round into the elasticated line of your panty; and there it will be revealed to him in a flashing moment. One reckless act and in a wordless moment you will be undone. You will have revealed this mark to him, indicated to him your complicit agreement to accede in any way to him. Not consenting adults, but a sow trained and ready for him, to be dragged into the nearby toilet and stripped and fucked and left naked in the gutter. 

You have agreed to wear this mark before others in the knowledge that it depicts your unspoken desire to be treated as a common sow. Never again will you feel entirely comfortable. Even surrounded by your closest of friends your mind will forever question how they might treat you if they ever got to see what is about to be written here across your flesh."

His finger pressed into the soft yielding spot on her ass. "Are you ready?" Ginny could only grunt in response. The heady aroma of her arousal in Matt's nostrils was enough for him to know how ready she was. He could see the glistening trail down the backs of her thighs from her slippery lips. He took the stamp and pressed it hard into her rump, she could feel the ink leaking into her flesh, unable to prevent her skin's greedy acceptance as the dye soaked through layer upon layer, sinking deeper and deeper into her. Each layer slowly absorbing the ink which was polluting her with her insane desire. 

Yet as the marker was withdrawn and her new ink spot dried with exposure to the cool air, Ginny actually felt relief. It was done. She had felt the temptation to shout out to Matt to stop, that she had changed her mind. She knew it would have made no difference, but at least she could have made a token resistance. Now, though, she was marked, and the knowledge that she would carry the mark regardless, had removed her from any further battles against feelings she ought to resist. She knew now, and suddenly it seemed so much easier to accept that she would no longer ever enjoy the status of being Matt's equal. She had become one with the herd. Her stomach filled with butterflies and she pulled at her wrists, more to feel the reassurance of her helplessness rather than an attempt to escape.

"Good girl, ginnysow" Matt said, coming round to face her and stroking her hair. Of all the things Matt could have said, Ginny had not expected this. She had imagined he would gloat over her, now he had assumed absolute authority over her. Yet he had responded with kindness and encouragement and she felt huge relief that it was ok.

Ginny was pulled up into a standing position facing Matt. She was still reeling from her inspection. The intensity of her feelings soared between extremes. She wanted more than anything to escape, and yet the knowledge that she could not drove a fear and a passion inside her. She hoped the dampness leaking from her sex would not be too noticeable. Yet even that she was powerless to do anything about. The humiliation of 

seeing in Matt's eyes his recognition of just how horny she had made herself during his inspection, desiring to be treated as one of his sows just made matters worse. Her eyes kept staring straight in front by the leather noose that gripped her neck, as Matt started to circle round her.

"Good girl. Good girl." He cooed as he continued to walk around and feel her skin and pay attention to every detail of her body. "It is time now for your first shot. You will have a shot each morning you are here. It is full of prolactin, a hormone that will stimulate the growth of these udders and promote milk production. In your feed you will also receive supplements that will encourage your nipples and milk ducts to expand." 

With this he cupped her tits and bounced them in his hands. Ginny just stared up at him, feeling the gyrating weight pulling at her chest. 

"In here," he said as he squashed the flesh of her tits, "are milk producing lactocyte cells, and we are going to be encouraging them to develop and grow this week, by the chemicals we shall be pumping into them. This will cause you some discomfort, as you feel them stretching and pulling inside your chest. You will find you are unable to escape this discomfort, but that is of no consequence. As a sow, your comfort is not important. You will learn to be pleased to have your body altered to achieve your purpose, the one we have decided for you." 

As if in response to his words, Ginny imagined she could already feel her tits expanding in his playful hands. She imagined the slow inevitable transformations they were about to start forcing inside them, turning her slowly from a woman into a milk sow.  




Milk Sow Ch. 04



"So when we do start to milk you, the flow from these udders will produce a steady stream. It will arouse you to have milk gushing from you, and you will come to learn that you look forward to your regular milking times. These times will form the regular heartbeat of your day. You will start to develop an instinctive understanding that your milk gives you meaning. Milking time will become the most important act of your day, and when you are not being milked, your mind will become increasingly aware of your udders and the sensations you feel of inner stretching and a growing weight dragging upon you as the milk collects within them."

Ginny swallowed as his words painted a vivid picture in her mind. She saw herself consumed by the need to produce milk and become a good sow for Matt. As if he could read her thoughts he added, "Ginnysow must come to realise how important it is to be a good and obedient milker for her trainer. She needs him to come and milk her. She needs to repay him for all the care and the training he gives her, and the milk feed he gives her that make her tits grow into the udders he wishes her to have."

He ran his fingers through her hair as he said this, and there was a touch of sensitivity in those fingers, a caress, that told Ginny she was being looked after with tenderness. She also understood the clear logic in what Matt was saying, and Ginny realised that already she wanted to be a good milker for Matt. She owed him. Matt was walking over to a table as he spoke, and he prepared a needle full of milky fluid. Ginny instinctively shrank away at the thought of being injected with anything. She suddenly felt very unsure whether Matt had told her truthfully exactly what was in the syringe, and this thought following so directly after her feelings of his tenderness towards her left her feeling conflicted; unsure of her own feelings. Matt understood very well what he was doing, and knew that over the next day or two Ginny would learn that when she failed to trust him she would feel deeply insecure. Yet as soon as she relinquished her anxieties and accepted and trusted him, then she would feel calmer and be able to passively stand and wait for him to inject her with her next dose of hormone. Each time she would subsequently feel better about herself, telling herself that she was repaying Matt and becoming a good milker for the farm. Before long she would feel proud of herself as she offered her flesh to his needle, wanting the injection, wanting more and more the transformation, to repay them. 

Right now, though, whatever her feelings, Ginny was far too well fastened to have any choice. She stood there, a tethered animal in its stall, apprehensively waiting for Matt to slowly walk towards her, the needle in full view. He stood before her, and bent as she was she found herself staring into his crotch, the needle's intimidating presence just above her. He bent down and reached out to her right tit. A mewing sound escaped her as he positioned her breast. The needle went in just above her nipple, around the edge of her aereole. She squealed with the pain, but her bindings did not yield. She imagined she could feel the cold fluid seeping into her bloodstream.

"You are doing so well. Just one more. You can endure one more now, can't you? I am so pleased with you. Good ginnysow." The second shot sunk home with a stabbing pain. Ginny had started her journey. 

"Now we can begin your training." He pulled her up and dragged her away from the post. She stood uncertainly in the middle of the room. Matt took a pace back.

"Start trotting!" he shouted at her. Ginny stood rooted to the spot where he had left her. She couldn't understand what he meant. The suddenness of the change in his tone left her feeling unsure, wondering if she had angered him in some way. She felt remorse. "Trot!" Matt shouted again. He picked up a small leather crop and hit her on her thigh.

"OW!!" she shouted as the pain ripped through her leg. "Why did you hit me?"

"I told you to trot, now trot round in a circle for me."

"But I am only here to..." her words were cut short as he landed another blow on her sore thigh. 

"You are farm property now, so whatever I say you do it. Now trot!"

Ginny stood for a moment staring at Matt, her mind racing to make sense, some meaning; but as soon as she saw the crop in his hand move she began to trot round. She didn't need to understand, her imperative was to obey. It was quite awkward with her hands still pinioned behind her. She needed to concentrate on her balance as she jogged.

"That's better."

"But I don't wan..." again the crop. 

"Keep it up."

She cantered around the large pole in the middle of the room, and Matt stood in the middle turning slowly to follow her progress. 

"You can trot a bit faster than that." he shouted.

"I might fall!" another stinging slap of the crop. "If I need an answer from you ginnysow, I'll ask for one. Until then keep your mouth shut and get those legs moving. You must exercise and get that blood circulating." Matt was very aggressive as he spoke. Ginny felt sick as she realised the more she exercised the more she forced her body to absorb the hormone he had just injected into her. She realised she was being made to participate in her own conversion, undermining her human self. Little by little she got used to trotting around without her hands and learned how to keep her balance. It took a while as she could not see the ground where she was stepping, but she knew there were no obstacles so she just had to trust and plunge forward. Time passed and Matt got her to do several other exercises. He seemed particularly interested in watching the way her body moved. Ginny was working up quite a sweat by the time he told her she could stop. 

"Sit" and he pointed with the crop to a spot on the ground in front of him. Ginny was far too tired to argue any more. She was just grateful to stop. As she knelt down on the ground in front of him he towered over her. She felt his dominance, he had a presence about him, and although the crop in his hand made her twitch every time she saw it, she knew this man demanded obedience and something seemed to melt inside her when he ordered her to do things. He trained her for a further hour, kneeling at his feet, presenting her ass to him, and then kneeling and staring at his crotch while he told her she would get used to this treatment, that she would come to need it. Then he told her to beg for his cock to feed from. Ginny shook her head. It was not that she didn't want to feel his thick shaft plunging into her mouth. There was something about the dominance of this man that turned her to jelly. But she was married to Ben and as she thought of his face, a resistance welled up inside her. She was a sow, yes, but a milk sow. That is where it ended. She felt the temptation, the privilege, the senseless pride when he suggested it, after all he could have any of the other sows. Yet at the same time she told herself that she was married and she should restrain herself.

Matt stared at her for a moment as she knelt before him, unable to look him in the eye. With a smile on his face, he reached down and cupped her breast. He squeezed it violently and Ginny felt the lurch in her belly in response.

"Don't you realise that I can have you any time I want, and I don't need to care whether you want or not. But you are going to learn that when I offer you my cock, it is a privilege. Offering you my cock to feed from is my way of letting you know you have been good. Since you don't feel you have been good enough we will do more exercise. As you drive your tired limns to do as commanded you can think about my cock and how a good sow should respond. Now up and run."

Ginny felt a fool. She had missed an opportunity. She had been given a chance to make Matt like her, and he was right. He could take what he wanted while she was here. Why did she stick to these silly notions? She was not a human any longer, why should she think like one? She needed to accept she was just a sow. As she jogged round Matt and felt her breasts sway she longed for a second chance to be special to this man who would dictate her life over the coming days. 

"Kneel!" he barked the order and mindful of the crop still in his hand, Ginny sank to her knees before him once more.

"I'm thirsty" Ginny spoke meekly. She was not sure whether she was allowed to tell him this now. She feared he'd hit her again with the crop, but Matt just smiled at her.

"Good ginnysow. Of course you are. A lot of exercise today. I'll get you some." 

Ginny remained on her knees as Matt walked away to a sink and poured some water for her. He came back with a bottle, but in its neck was fixed a large rubber phallus. As he approached, Ginny found it hard to take her eyes off the sweeping curve and its insolent shape rising up before her. She understood directly that if she was to drink, she would have to draw the water up through this rubber cock in just the same way Matt was pushing her to service him by drawing his semen up into her throat. Matt walked slowly over to where Ginny knelt and leaning across her, held the bottle in front but slightly above her. Ginny had to strain her neck upwards to reach the tip of the cock. He pulled it away as her lips pursed to enclose over it. 

"Good girl." He said in her ear. "You see how much you want to drink from cock?"

Ginny felt the dryness in her throat and stared at the dildo before her. He squeezed it slightly and a dribble of water escaped the slit at the end. She watched it glisten and her throat begged her to strain forward some more to reach it. As she did, Matt slipped his hand over her tit. He raised the dildo and she strained upwards and as her mouth closed over it he squeezed her tit in his strong grip and squeezed at the bottle so that a jet of water shot to the back of her mouth. Ginny was too thirsty and her lips worked hard to extract more water. All the while Matt was at her ear whispering.

"Drink my ginnysow sow, you earned it. It feels good to drink from a cock doesn't it? You worked so hard and now you thirst for it. Wouldn't it be so much better if it were a real cock. Instead of the taste of latex, to feel the heat, the slow lubrication of the precum leaking over your tongue, the silky smooth hardness of the tip with its tiny slit over which your tongue could flick. Wouldn't you love it to be your master's cock, eh? Showing Him how much you want to please him?"

As Ginny struggled to extract the water to quench her thirst, she could hear Matt's words rattle around inside her. She wanted to refute them, but she had to work so hard to drink that she just let the words wash through her. She felt the cooling freshness of the water slide over her tongue. She felt his hand maul her tit and she felt excited. She could feel a tingle inside her fleshy mound and thought vaguely if this was the effect of the chemicals he had given her. 

"Now play with your udders, tease those nipples and make them stand proud for me. You are going to become a fine milk sow and these little milk factories are the only important part of you. Squeeze them for me as if you are milking them and imagine the milk that will soon spurt out from them."

Matt unzipped his pants as Ginny worked at her tits and he brought his stiff cock towards her slowly. Ginny was aware of his approach. She felt the conflict rising within her again, but she felt the immediacy of her desire to please Matt. She pulled her tits around his cock and massaged it as she worked at simulating milking herself.

"Good girl." Matt said as he felt her rhythmic pumping. "Now kiss it's tip. Feel the smooth, hot crown with your tongue." Her tongue stretched out as she mashed her tits. The hard length of his rigid cock remained defiant buried in the midst of her swirling flesh. Ginny picked up speed as she worked at her tits and licked at Matt's cock. After the initial inhibition, she soon found she enjoyed the work. She was very horny by now and this was some release. She could feel her excitement growing as she peered down at Matt's cock aiming at her as she encouraged it with such vigour. Suddenly she felt it swell and she lowered her mouth over the end and sucked as hard as she could. The semen hit the back of her throat and she coughed instinctively and pulled back. A ribbon of cum splattered across her face and she felt its slow slide down the side of her nose and across her cheek as she resumed sucking in Matt's cum. She could feel him stiffen and heard his groan as she tormented his cock further. 

Matt placed a hand under her chin and tilted her head back. He stepped forward and as he did so, his cock slid a little further into her mouth. He stepped forward some more encouraging her to tilt her head further back. He was towering above her, and Ginny was bent forwards, but curved back at her waist as she stretched herself up. Her lips were spread open wide as his cock dug deeper into her. He stroked her throat.

"Good sow. Get ready to receive me." and she did as she was told. All thoughts of not cooperating evaporated. Her throat opened and she kept swallowing as saliva accumulated around the hard hot invader that filled her mouth. Her nose filled with the scent of this man, and as he stroked her throat she could only gulp until his creamy seed erupted at the back of her mouth and she gulped it down willingly into her depths.



Milk Sow Ch. 05



Chapter 5: Part of the Herd

The days passed in a routine. Matt would come in and waken Ginny with her morning feed. He always sat with her as she ate, and as he did so he talked to her about the hormones and the cumulative effect they were having upon her physiology. He would get Ginny to play with her tits as she listened to him, always on her knees as he sat and spoke to her. He spoke slowly and with patience, as if all that he said were common knowledge, yet somehow she had never managed to figure it out. This at first had irritated her, but there was something cosy about their morning chats, and starting each day with a good massage of her tits, she realised how quickly they were swelling up. 

Mixing with the other sows was like being back at school. There was a hierarchy where some were bullies and others friendly. Cliques formed and Ginny had to find her place within the hierarchy. Talking with the sows, Ginny quickly realised how heightened their libidos were. Sitting and chatting in the lounge with a sow, Ginny was shocked when the sow started to stroke herself as if this was normal behaviour. 

"My God! What are you doing?"

"What?" The sow seemed genuinely surprised.

"How could you just start playing with yourself in front of me like that! I could never..."

"Hey... It's nothing special. It's nice. Go on, try it." She pulled at Ginny's arm dragging her reluctant fingers towards the sow's slit. Ginny tried to pull her hand away. She felt ashamed of putting her hand between the thighs of a sow, and she struggled to free herself, but the sow's grip was firm.

"Come on. It won't bite!" she giggled. Ginny found her slit already quite slippery as her finger tips were dragged along it. 

"Go on, slip them inside." The sow spoke conspiratorially with her, but she was gripping her arm tightly so that Ginny couldn't withdraw. As her face burned, she found her fingers slipping gently into the soft folds of skin. Somehow the wetness she found there seemed to draw her deeper inside.

"Ahh yes..." the sow flexed her thighs apart and shoved her slit forward. The brazenness with which she displayed her arousal shocked Ginny more. 

Yet as she heard the sow's breath come in little gasps and her hips humped over her fingers, Ginny seemed to lose control of herself. She forgot about how this must look and became absorbed in the giving of pleasure and, to her surprise, she found she took pleasure herself in working at this sow's slit. A reciprocal dampness was spreading between her own thighs encouraged perhaps by the aroma of the sow's arousal, perhaps by the slipperiness of her fingers that seemed unable to keep from being sucked deeper into this inviting crack, but perhaps too the dirtiness, the lewdness of this act appealed to something within her. Descending to playing with the sows and her visible excitement at becoming accepted as one of them was playing with her mind. 

Ginny no longer realised that the sow was stopped holding her arm between her legs, she didn't seem to notice the other sows drawing closer. It was only when she suddenly felt fingers on her own slit she became aware once more of where she was. Somewhere in her head she heard the voice telling her to resist and pull away. Yet the pleasure her body currently craved forbade her from responding to that urge. She parted her legs to open herself more to the probing of the anonymous sow behind her. Suddenly she felt the pressure of a hand pushing at her head, drawing it inexorably forwards, towards the slit presented in readiness for her. Ginny was no longer resisting, allowing herself to be drawn in. In a detached way, she wondered at herself yielding to this alien temptation. Her head was now close, she could feel the warmth radiating from the sow's thighs beating upon her cheeks. Without hesitation she stuck out her tongue and flicked at the hidden bud that was filling her vision. 

Suddenly Ginny felt something hard and wide being forced into her cunt. She started to struggle, this was too much, she had to get out of this. But she had allowed herself to be manoeuvred into a position from which she could no longer fight. She was easily overpowered and had to submit to these sows. There were too many of them and they held her bowed down in front of this sow's slit. Her tongue tried to withdraw, but this only made them push her face deeper into the musky bridge, trapping her further between powerful thighs. She was being tipped up and the object was being pushed deeper inside her own slit. She could not resist, she could not fight. She felt the legs of one of the sows straddle her and as she felt its knees flex on either side of her hips, she realised that the sow was impaling itself upon the other end of the dildo that was now firmly embedded in her. She tried to shout, but her voice was muffled and lost in the cunt she was being forced to pay homage to. 

Ginny heard the sow behind her sigh and felt the press of its thighs encircling her back and its weight settle upon her. She was now locked together with this sow. The fact she did not know which sow was on top of her, had forced her own lips to part and drilled her with its dildo, deeply embarrassed Ginny. She could feel the sow now starting to thrust into her. She felt the friction against her ass, and the dildo bang against her cervix. She was powerless, having to take the treatment meted out to her. Ginny groaned as the dildo thumped again and again inside her. She heard the goading of the other sows around her and felt shame consume her. Faster and faster the sow rode her. The onslaught making her grunt in rhythm to the pounding she was forced to take. Suddenly the sow collapsed on top of her, her thighs shook violently as they squeezed like pincers into her sides. She heard the sow gurgle out in her ear as she came. Then she felt it rock her body backwards, pressing the dildo simultaneously deeper into herself and into Ginny. There was something acutely pleasurable that washed over Ginny as she felt the press of the dildo sliding further inside her. 

Yet her ordeal was not over and as she felt hands hold her in place, tethered before the slit oozing with sow cum, while another sow impaled itself on top of her. Again and again she was ridden by these sows, one after the other. Slowly the shame transformed itself into a carnal need. Ginny was being consumed by the sensations forced into her and piece by piece her mind was taken over by this primal act, this initiation into the herd, this debasement of her body that was to be used by common sows for their pleasure. Ginny's tongue started to work at the slit in front of her, eating away at it. She heard the cheer from the sows around her and her shame burnt her afresh. She had debased herself, letting them see the pleasure welling up inside her. Ginny felt useless and weak: just days before they would have shown her respect and done her bidding. Now they just used her and she let them and she would lick a sow's slit to acknowledge her acceptance of this treatment from them.

No matter how much she felt ashamed of her own desires, the fact was she did feel incredible from being used by these sows. She had no control over when her ordeal would end, and so she was forced to accept it. How else could she manage? She could not escape, she could not fight. She had to embrace what was happening to her and participate, and so her own desires leaked out of her. One by one she was used by these sows, and she herself came often too. It was a shared, a mutual pleasure that bound her to the herd. When finally it ended, they all lay about gasping and exhausted. The dildo lay on the floor by ginnysow where she laid curled up recovering her strength. She felt satisfied in a way she could never before have imagined she could feel. 

Matt brought men in to see her. Sometimes they came to inspect her. They would feel her tits and with face close to the teats squeeze at them. They never spoke directly to her, except to give her an order. Sometimes they would inspect her sex or just put her through a series of commands to test her obedience. At first Ginny had resisted, but this always just led to the crop, and whenever Matt wielded it, he always spoke with kindness, as if she just hadn't yet understand. Soon, Ginny got used to being prised open by strange fingers, of responding obediently to the commands of men she didn't know. 

Ginny was sitting in the lounge with the other sows when Matt walked in. He had a document in his hand and presented it to Ginny.

"You must sign this." He said.

"What is it?"

"It is your consent form. It allows us to use you while you are here."

Ginny went pale, she knew she could not refuse, yet this was the protection Ben had insisted upon. 

"But... I thought I was only supposed to prepare for the demo."

Matt smiled at her and bent down to bring his face close to hers as she sat.

"Now we've been through this, ginnysow. Don't you remember?" he watched as Ginny slowly nodded.

"That's right. It doesn't matter what you think does it? I am your trainer and I decide what training you need." He stared at her eyes for a moment and then added,

"You understand we will have to go back over your lessons if you don't sign now. You know too that you will sign." He pressed her gently, but firmly because she knew he was right. It was inevitable. It was not what they had intended, but that didn't matter now. She must do her best for Matt and if he decided she needed to do this, then he must be right. She picked up the pen and signed. She did not read the form. She did not need to. She knew that whatever it said, she was to sign it. That was what Matt expected of her, and she would do it.

After that, Matt brought men regularly along to her. They were here to fuck her, and that was how Matt introduced them to her. He would prepare her and show her how to open her belly to them, how to accept them. Once she had got used to being fucked by strangers, she found her body automatically responding to them. As they would sink themselves into her, she would moan and buck her hips, carried away by the submission and being used by so many strangers. Yet Matt would stop her and whisper to her that while these men drove themselves in and out of her, that she must keep quiet. As a sow, she was to present herself to them. She was dedicated to their pleasure, her own was incidental. These guys did not want to hear her squeals. She must accept them, open herself to them as a receptacle. She must not reach out and touch them. She would show them how excited she was when they used her by letting them see how wet she became and, when she would start to produce milk, she could feed them. These were the signs allowed her by which she could express herself. Time and again he would bring men in and have to brush her hands away as she instinctively reached out to embrace them. Little by little Ginny learned to express herself through her cunt. She practiced squeezing their hard cocks with the walls of her opening in her desire to communicate to them, let them understand the pleasure she got from the sensations they were creating in her by their hardness.

Each day she received her injections. Matt would put the chain on her collar and link it to a bolt in the ceiling. Ginny was forced to sit with her neck strained upwards. He would bring in a table and place it under her chest so that her tits rested upon it. Then he would inject her, each udder receiving two shots. Sometimes she had injections in her ass too. Each time she went through this ritual, Ginny felt nervous. Not so much from the pain, but because each time the ritual took her another inexorable step away from her former respectable self. She knew these drugs were altering her, and she understood this was a permanent change, yet she was incapable of resistance as she allowed this man complete control over her.

Each day the small transformations of her body took her a little step further to the creature she was becoming. If she had fostered any residual belief she could return to her former life, this daily ritual wore her resistance down. There was no place to hide from the fact she had relinquished all control. After the injections she was always forced to exercise. Matt was strict with her during her exercises and he used the crop often. Ginny learned to jump on his command, anything to please him and make him not slap her side with another stinging stroke. The mix of emotions stirred in Ginny conspired to develop deep within her a respect for Matt and his knowledge, at the same time a fear and a need to please him. She felt indebted to him and lucky that he should waste his mornings explaining stuff to her. 

Ginny felt hypersensitive to any changes she felt in her body. She constantly thought about what exactly would become of her. How large would her tits become? When would she start making milk? As the changes started to take hold upon her body, Ginny realised how much she relied upon Matt's expertise. She felt indebted to him that he would sit and explain it all to her, and she felt more dependent upon him to feel good about herself. When he was not there, she felt worthless and abandoned, which made her want to please him all the more.

One morning as Ginny played with her tits kneeling before Matt, and he explained to her about the life of a sow, she suddenly felt a warm wetness creep across her fingers. She gave a little squeal of shock and looked down. Matt moved over quickly and stared closely at her tits. There was a thin streak of transparent, white liquid that started from the tip of her breast and spread across the backs of her fingers. Ginny looked up at Matt to see whether he was pleased. He smiled back at her. 

"So today is your special day." He kissed her as she knelt before him, her arms fell away and the trickle of milk dripped onto her belly. "We will now up the dosage to four sets of injections per day. This will accelerate your milk production."

That night Ginny slept very badly. She felt a pain in her tits, as though they were being pulled apart from inside. She had never experienced anything like this before. She tossed in bed, but there was no way to relieve the dull ache growing inside her chest. She wished the milk would come flooding out of her, carrying away the tension she felt trapped inside her. Matt had warned her it was going to be a long night, but she had to endure it. This was to be her night of metamorphosis. Her body would complete the final stages in its transformation into the body of a milk sow. It would be a rough night, he said, feeling her body being made to adapt to its new purpose, but there was nothing Matt could do to help with the birth of her new self. He would see her in the morning.

When finally morning came, Ginnysow was pulling at her udders and rolling across the bed in a desperate search for some comfort. Matt came in and sat on the bed next to her. He stroked her sweat soaked hair and smiled at her.

"You've done well my ginnysow. What a hard night it's been eh?" he was tender towards her, and ginnysow was so relieved to have someone here with her and not to feel so alone. 

"Stand up for me." He sat on a chair by the bed and held out a hand to her. She took it and lifted herself up until she sat opposite him. Ginnysow stared at him a moment before standing on her feet.

"What a good little sow you are. You have come such a long way in these few days. I am so proud of you. Come here and lie across my lap that I may stroke you and show you how pleased I am with you."

"I don't want this.... it hurts. I don't want my body to change. I want to go home." She said plaintively.

"Yes... yes I know. These are far-reaching changes your body is coping with. Come my sow and lie here. I will milk you now and ease the pain." He patted his lap. Ginnysow hesitated, she could see he had brought a pail with him. 

"I don't know..." she hesitated. She wanted to be firmer in her resolve, she felt humiliated leaning over a bucket. This was not what she had in mind. "Why can't we do the demo now?" her voice sounded small.

"You're not ready yet. Your ducts are stretching, and they have to stretch a lot more before you can hold enough capacity."

"They feel full already." Matt smiled at her. "Yes I know they do. But believe me you are going to hold a lot more milk than this by the time of the demo. You want it to go well don't you? All this effort would be wasted if the demo doesn't go well." He waited patiently for ginnysow to see the truth in his words. She felt foolish as she teetered before him. Her udders still ached and she thought of the relief being milked would bring. Slowly she knelt down before him and then lay herself across his lap.

"There, there my little one. His hand stroked over her back and rested on the small of her behind, just above where her cheeks rose up like giant crests.

"I don't want..." she breathed out.

"It's ok....ok... you are doing fine." His voice tender.

"Just here to demo machine."

"Yes I know. Just try to relax. You're doing fine. Do you feel those udders stretching?" again gentle and his hand caressing her.

"tight. Feels tight."

"that's right, little one. Feel that tension. All that milk building up inside, bursting to come out. I'm just going to help you relieve that tension, that's all. Make you feel better."

"I'm not a sow..."

"I know, I know. Not yet" He soothed her, his fingers flowing over her hair, down her neck and across her back. "You are going to make a lovely sow. You have a beautiful sow body."

"I'm not a sow."

"Shh...shh.. Don't worry. We are just going to relieve the tension. Just try to relax." His hand slipped around and cupped one tit. It hung like a giant sack about to burst, swinging in the air. She felt the heat from his fingers as they felt it's sides, judging it, weighing it in his hands.

"You have produced such a lot of milk. You are a good sow." With that he bent and kissed the back of her neck tenderly as his fingers gave a squeeze to her tit. She felt the jolt of pleasure and bent her neck back, her tits swinging free as he kissed the back of her neck. His hand rubbed down from behind her ear, feeling her smooth flesh as they made the slow slide down to her shoulders. All the time the pace of his other fingers increased as they squeezed at the sides of her tit. Ginny wanted to feel the milk pour out of her, she wanted to feel the release, yet she was sickened at the thought too. 

He purred at her, "Such a good sow. Just lie there and let me draw the milk from you. What a relief it is going to feel as it squirts from your teats. You want to give your milk to me don't you."

She knew it was true and hated him for knowing it too. The pressure from his deft fingers was making something melt inside her. She could not resist, because she did not want to resist.

"That's it, my little one. You are going to be such a perfect little sow. Make some milk for me. Let me taste it. Feel the excited tingle as it jets from your udders and know I am going to drink from it."

His hand was on her other tit now. They both felt so hot, she just wanted to squirt her milk out for him, taking some sort of sick pride from it. Yet that is all she could focus on, her milk filled tits that needed to pour her milk out for this man so that he could drink from her and think of her as a good milk sow.

"You are doing ever so well." She could feel one hand reach round behind her and he pressed his thumb against her opening. To her shock she realised that it was slippery as she felt his thumb glide back and across her lips. She tried to move, to get up, to escape that probing finger.

"Hush hush little one, "he crooned. "Just relax. I am just going to help you produce the milk you have stored in there for me." He kissed her on her head and this calmed her. His finger slipped in between her lips and she felt the pad of his thumb press on the inside walls of her slit. He started to rock back and forth and her body shifted with his movement. His fingers were squeezing and then pressing at her teats. She felt the pressure and yearned to relinquish herself to it. His finger behind slid along and retreated in her canal, always pressing and sending ripples of delight through her. She felt disarmed by this gentle treatment of her. Then she felt a spurt issue from her udder. She felt the shock and the knot in her stomach form as the flow grew.




Milk Sow Ch. 05



"That's right. Well done. You are doing just great." He was kissing and encouraging her as she allowed her body just to give in to his ministrations, as he milked her as a common sow.

"You know", he was whispering in her ear, "The more I work at these beautiful udders, the more milk they will produce. You are turning into such a beautiful milk sow for me, and I will take great care of you." His thumb pressed itself deeper within her and she mewed with the pleasure he was generating. 

"Yes as I continue to milk you, the more excited you become. Can you feel the stirring tingle down there. Your hips are sliding in response to me and you feel the milk leaking from your teats don't you? Such beautiful udders and it excites you when the milk leaks from them, doesn't it? To feel them in my strong fingers, pulling at them, drawing on them. Push your chest out now for me, that I may milk them for you. Feel your excitement rise as you offer them to me now. That's it. Good girl. See how well we have trained you? When you came you could not produce any milk for us, and now hear it dribbling into the pail. How it arouses you to hear your body dripping milk into the farm's pail. Soon your udders will grow bigger, produce more milk, and as you produce more milk, you become more horny and your mind thinks more and more about how you love to be milked, to produce milk for the farm, a good farmyard animal. 

Soon you will come to identify yourself with your udders, your main purpose. How you will love to make milk and feel the weight of it as it accumulates for us to collect. You will derive pleasure and pride in your chest. You will look forward to your milking time and rush to lie in my lap and let me drain the milk from you; and each time I will play with you and talk to you and my words will teach you, and as you open yourself to my teaching and accept the truth of my words so your body will honour me by cumming. You feel it now responding to my probing finger, feel the rising of your arousal building, building up inside you right now. You want to show me, you want me to know how wet and excited you are at offering yourself to me for milking. You want me to know my little sow is so grateful to me for milking her. Only when my little sow shows me how excited she is to be my sow, then will she truly be beautiful." 

All the while he spoke he kept driving the milk out of her udders and the release she felt made her knees turn to putty. She arched her back to give her tits more to his warm and comforting hands as she felt her juices drain from her. It was a whole new experience and she felt proud of the milk she was producing for him, and she knew he was going to drink it. And each thrust drove his thumb deeper into her walls and she felt the growing tension in her stomach until her cunt spasmed and she flowed out of this orifice too. 

"Good sow" he whispered in her ear as he felt her gush over his thumb.

The following day Ginny was ready for her milking. She had been looking forward to resting in Matt's arms as he induced the milk from her. She loved listening to the soothing words he whispered to her. Her tits felt tight again, but she was already used to the idea. When Matt turned up, however, he was holding a chain. Ginny looked at him puzzled. 

"You have to wear this now." He said by way of explanation. Ginny sat on the edge of the bed and Matt knelt in front of her. He reached out and rubbed her nipples. They sprang into erection straight away and a little milk escaped from the tip. 

"What a good sow you are. Already so responsive." He spoke gently as he slipped a small loop over the end of her nipple. Ginny stared at him, absorbed by his words. He then pulled and the loop tightened around her nipple.

"Ow!" 

He pulled the ends of the loop through a small metal locket and snapped it shut. "Just the other one now." He spoke encouragingly to her. The second loop was cinched around her other nipple and locked in place. Matt stood up and looked down on Ginny. The chain hung in a sweeping arc between her two engorged udders, cutting into her nipples. 

"They hurt"

"I know." His voice soothing. "but we can't allow your milk to escape just yet. This will close up your milk ducts. The pain will soon pass, as your nipples will go a little numb. But the pressure inside your udders will grow as you continue to produce milk but it cannot escape. I'll look in on you later." With that he left.

It did not take long for the pressure to become unbearable. Ginny thought they would burst and tears started in her eyes. When Matt returned she sobbed to him, "Take them off..." it was a plaintive cry. 

"Oh Ginny sow, you can last a bit longer can't you. All the milk you are producing today is swelling those milk sacks in your udders. That's why it hurts, but we need to increase the capacity you can store if you are to fill the jars on your husband's machine at the end of the week."

Ginny just pouted at him. Of course, she understood he was right, but it hurt too much. "One more hour and then I'll milk you. We'll measure how much milk you produce."

He left again with Ginny wondering how she was going to endure a whole hour more. How could she manage? Yet she was forced to. Once again she was confronted by her total inability to influence what happened to her. 

When Matt returned to milk her she rushed to settle in his lap. Only when she was in position above the pail did he release the loops and her milk gushed from her. Matt was very careful not to spill any of her milk while his finger comfortably slid into her cunt. The release of the pressure added an extra intensity to her orgasm this time. Her body rocked in his lap, and the milk came in spurts. She heard it hit the pail and as the milk level rose, she heard it splash and gurgle underneath her. When the noise subsided, Matt helped her up and when she was settled back on the bed he went and weighed the pail. He returned. "Not bad yield for a second day. Since we only have a few days, we will need to increase your dose and you will need to wear the chain more often." Ginny's heart sank. "I can't" she said, defeated.

"Oh sure you can. As your capacity grows, the pain will reduce." And he was right, as always.

As the days passed, Ginny found her tits swelling and the amount of milk she produced amazed her. She could not imagine she could store all that milk in her two tits. Matt seemed pleased with her progress and each day he weighed her production. He seemed pleased with her, but with the extra dosage of hormones, she had more exercise and Matt did not relent at all as with the use of the crop as she jogged around with the chain swaying beneath her tits and pulling on her nipples. He told her that she must be constantly reminded of her duty. Her training was reaching its conclusion.



Milk Sow Ch. 06



Chapter 6: The Demonstration

The day of the demonstration finally arrived. Matt walked into her room and sat on the end of the bed. Ginny opened her belly for him, but he told her he was here to get her ready for her big day. He bathed her and perfumed her, but only after placing the rings over her teats so that her milk could not escape. She would not mount the machine until at least a couple of hours after her normal milking time. He warned her that her udders would feel painful and she would long to feel the machine suck the milk from her. Ginny felt nervous and wondered whether she could endure more delay in her milking time. Yet Matt told her this would help her submit to the machine in front of all those strangers who would be there to watch. He reminded her of all the lessons he had taught her and then told her to turn around and stretch on the bed with her ass presented to him. He then proceeded to use the crop on her, telling her that this would keep in her mind how important it was for her to show these men what a good sow she was now.

As Matt pulled her along by her chain, Ginny could hear the echo of the voices of many people who had collected in the room she was being led towards. Matt led her out into the room where the lights shone brightly, temporarily blinding her. Matt held tightly to the chain, which was attached to the ring on her collar, and Ginny walked a few paces behind him. He had instructed her to keep her head bowed, but as soon as she had entered she had instinctively looked up. There was the machine, its presence seemed to dominate the room, and as she came face to face with it once more, Ginny felt an inner shrinking. All her preparations this past week had been to ready herself for mounting this monster, and now she felt like the meek little lamb being dragged towards the alter where she would be publicly sacrificed. Below the tilted rest on which she would be laid stood two large, empty, glass jars waiting for her to fill. They looked huge to her, and she feared she would never fill them. The expectation upon her seemed too high. 

She turned and saw a bank of seats raised up on staging. There must have been around twenty men, all seated in their suits, yet the lights were too bright to see any of their faces. There was a hush as she had been led into the room. All eyes were upon her and conversation seemed to falter. Ben was standing over by the machine. He had obviously been introducing the machine to them. Matt led her towards her husband, and Ben looked to her and said, "Are you ok?"

Matt stepped quickly into their line of sight and whispered to Ben, "Don't talk to the sow. She needs milking and you will confuse her if you don't treat her like one. She has been prepared."

With these words he handed over the chain to Ben and went and sat with the others. Ben was taken aback by Matt's words, but recovered himself and turned to his audience.

"We bring the sow across to the machine, or they may already be lined up before it waiting their turn. This speeds up processing and reduces anxiety as it knows what to expect." He led ginnysow over to stand before the machine. Ginnysow felt the bursting pressure within her chest, and longed to be mounted and to feel that release as her milk drained from her. And there it was, the public confirmation of her inferior status. It had not been a public admission wrung out of her through gritted teeth, beaten from her by the crop. It had just happened like that, while she stood meekly by listening to her husband as he introduced her as his sow to these people. Why should any one of these strangers have cause to doubt she was a common sow when she did not raise a voice of protest? 

Ginny realised she had been wrong when she had said it didn't matter what they thought. This public unveiling of her as ginnysow, the pig brought in for milking, had a profound effect upon her. This was no longer a private little arrangement that only a few people at the farm and her husband knew. She may meet any one of these people when she was back as Mrs Ferrers. What could she do? They would know she was a sow and how could she protest then if she had not protested now? She would succumb to their commands and allow their use of her as a sow should. It was part of her training, and now it was part of her. Ginny felt crushed, her head bowed and a hot flush spreading over her. She was conscious of the weight in her chest and her own eagerness to get on with her public milking reinforced her own acceptance of the cow she was.

Ben took the chain off her collar and settled her arms by her side. She was trembling as she stood before the pressure mat. Her legs were parted slightly and she felt the evaporation of her juices cool her burning cunt lips. She understood her fantasy was tipping over into reality right here in front of this audience. She was about to publicly assume her role of sow willingly and in the full glare of these men, these strangers who she knew nothing about who now shared her secret. For surely they would recognise within her the desire she harboured and had desperately tried to hide. How would she ever be able to be accepted as an equal ever again?

Her thoughts were interrupted by the feel of Ben's hand on her arm. He was also nervous and she felt the tension within him through the slight clammy touch of his fingers as they dug into her muscle. He encouraged her forwards. It was just one small step, but it was going to carry her off a long way. She felt the rubber of the mat sink beneath her weight. It felt cold to the soles of her feet and Ben stepped away so that the audience may watch the machine in action. All Ginny could hear was the thump of her heartbeat as it pounded inside her skull. Nothing seemed to happen for a long moment, a pause, a deep breath as she waited for the machine to take control of her. Then she felt the jolt, her eyes shot upwards as her knees buckled. The room slipped away from her as she landed heavily. Her teats swung, but her legs were trapped beneath the bar. Then the bar slowly mounted up her thighs, she felt the pressure as the machine coaxed its victim deeper into its clutches. Her strength gave out and she fell forwards. Her hands slipped unconsciously into the waiting grooves that held the steel catches waiting to latch around her slender wrists. The ties slid effortlessly around her unresisting skin and pulled tight. Ginny let out a gasp, willing the machine to hurry and encompass her engorged udders. She felt their pain as they now hung below her, and she prepared herself knowing her cunt would spasm through its pre-programmed response that she could no longer control, once the milk started to flow. Ben stared unable to take in all the changes in his wife. She was on all fours like some farmyard animal, with huge udders swollen with milk, slowly swaying below her. He watched his machine attach itself to them and begin the process of draining the milk from them. Although his mind registered that this was his Ginny, all he could see was a sow being milked.

The glass cups latched themselves to her and pulled at her flesh. Ginny felt the rhythmic pumping start and the tight grip of the rubber slipping around her teats. She started to buck uncontrollably as milk erupted from her, filling the tubes connected to her. She could not hear it, but there was a gasp of admiration from her audience as they watched her convulse and the jars steadily fill up. Ginny was mewing as she was processed, she strained against her bonds. Something was missing. At last, Matt got up and walked calmly over towards her. He walked round the back and placed a hand on her tilted ass before sinking his thumb in between her gaping lips. She felt his thumb make the familiar strokes within her canal. His fingers slid up underneath her and pulled at the hood of her clit. One on this side and one on the other, his strong grip squeezed at her clit and sent shock waves propagating up her spine and erupting in her head. Ben looked on, unsure how to react. This was his wife, he heard himself say, and he should put a stop to Matt finger-fucking his wife in front of all these people. Yet he now saw that there was some special bond between them. He had been her trainer and he could see she needed this right now. Matt understood her need, probably better than anyone else. There was a chemistry between them. Jealousy flared up within Ben, but he too was mesmerised by ginnysow tilting her head up and gurgling her pleasure as her udders continued to pour milk into the collecting jars below. He was amazed by how much milk she produced, and that was only after one week! He hated to admit it, but he had an admiration for what Matt had achieved in such a short space of time. 

Ginny's body convulsed as she tried to squeeze the milk out of her udders and open herself more completely to Matt's probing hand. So overcome with the parade of orgasms sweeping in quick succession over her, undermining her, ginnysow became completely lost to where she was and to unrestrained pleasure. Slowly the flow eased and Ginny started to calm down. Matt continued to stroke within her and whispered cooing words of encouragement to her. He then pulled away his finger and she collapsed over the machine, breaths rasping in her throat. Ben shook himself to break the spell woven over him by the spectacle he had just witnessed. He had to make his sale.

Ginny waited in a holding room as the deal was being signed. Ben had come in and kissed her and told her how well she had done. They were going to buy a dozen machines and he had a factory set up ready to produce them. He was buzzing with excitement. Ginny, however, was sorry to be leaving. She would definitely miss Matt. She felt unsure of life outside the farm now. It had only been a week, yet her life had changed in such irreversible ways. The confidence she once felt seemed now so remote, she felt afraid of the uncertainties of life beyond the farm and insufficient to cope with the demands placed on her as a career woman. When she reflected on the person she had been, she could not escape from how alien that person seemed to her now. She had hated the sting of the crop, yet it had been of invaluable use to her. She had been able to embrace her dark fantasy without the inner tension of fighting it. That crop had forced the submission from her that she had secretly craved for.

Matt entered the room and walked over to her. He was smiling to her and seemed pleased, yet there was a sadness in his eyes too. "You did well my little ginnysow. Not long now to go before you are back home. I wonder how you are going to find trying to be plain Mrs Ferrers once more."

Ginny smiled a lost and rather reflective smile. She turned away. Matt came closer and slipped his finger down the side of her cheek. She turned to him and their eyes locked. 

"This is difficult for you, isn't it?" With that he put his arm around her and swung her round to face him. "You are not going to be complete as Mrs Ferrers and yet you are not yet completely a sow. Poor ginnysow, stuck between two worlds. I can see in your eyes already that you are going to come back here. When the time is right you will not be able to keep yourself away. You know this is so, but don't say anything now." 

He lifted her and laid her down upon a table. He flexed her knees apart so that she was exposed to him. Her mound lay bare before him and her lips, moist and glistening in the lights, parted slightly for him. He slid inside her and she felt a jolt pulse through her in response. Her head tilted back and her mouth opened as a sigh burst from her. The air was knocked out of her as she was forced to accommodate him. He drove himself in and out of her with a growing vehemence that swept aside all her thoughts. She lay before him, accepting his use of her as he had demanded of her and she acknowledged her desire for him through the responses she had learned to make using the muscles of her cunt. 

His fingers slid along her body and she felt the strength in them. She felt her weak flesh ripple and yield before the driving force of his hands as they mounted her engorged breasts. Milk trickled from them, forced out in a familiar way by his manipulating fingers. He pinched firmly her hard nipples and mashed at the soft underbelly, as he leant his weight forward to press into her fleshy milk pots. He continued to drive himself into her and the rhythm of his forceful taking of her brooked no dissent as she was overwhelmed by his mastery of her. She could feel the wetness of her milk trickling across her chest. His fingers were slipping over her skin, spreading her juices. His hands upon her stomach, massaging the milk into her and as she felt more and more defiled by the mess she was generating, she realised how much of an animal she had already become. Her body responded to innate urges, and she let herself be carried along by them. No thoughts of right or wrong entered her head any more. She felt him settle his weight upon her, the tickle of the rough hairs of his chest against her soft pliant skin. He slid himself across her torso, the twin sheets of flesh bonded together by a layer of milk fusing them together. She felt the pounding of his heart beating against her chest as he continued to rock his hips between her open and exposed thighs. Ginny became lost in the sweep of sensations that assaulted her, accentuated by her training that forced her not to respond but to comply. 

Matt raised himself and slowed the pace of his pistoning cock. He stared into her eyes and saw a regret expressed in them. She registered his face right before hers, but could not seem to focus upon it, could not recognise him. She was lost in some other world: two animals locked together in a ritualistic courtship; the strong and decisive male taking possession of his sow.

"You are a sow, you have accepted your training and you have allowed us to alter your body. You may not acknowledge it yet, but deep down inside you recognise the truth of what I say."

His cock started to slide slowly back and forth between her engorged lips. She heard the sucking, cloying scramble of her cunt trying to pull him back into her, to keep him and make him take her. "You cannot help it any longer. There is no going back. You no longer have the breasts of a woman, they are large and swollen with milk, even so soon after your latest milking. Your body is betrayed, transformed and moulded so that now you live inside the body of a sow. Your milk ducts have swollen, your capacity is far greater than any woman could hold. The hormones we injected into you are no longer needed. Your own body now creates the hormone that maintains you as a sow. You currently generate 5 times the normal levels of hormone for milk production. 

This means that no matter how much you fight it, your udders here will produce and produce, and I just have to squeeze them and they respond. The more your udders get milked, the more milk your body will be encouraged to create and the more you resist being milked, the greater the build up of pressure inside them. You cannot escape it for long, and the longer you try, the more you build up your milk capacity. Each time we have milked you...." he paused as his cock picked up rhythm. 

Ginny's head rocked up and down the table as he drove his words and manhood into her. It was as if she was nodding, accepting the truth of what he revealed to her. "I have opened that little slit of yours, played with you, teased you into cumming precisely as the milk erupts. Each time, your body has been slowly associating giving of its milk with cumming, and now whenever you fuck, you will produce milk. Having a man's lips pulling at your teats, feeling his tongue flick against those sensitive ends, that deep groove from which your milk will spurt, makes your cunt wet. You long for him to milk you, to feel those jets of hot liquid pour from your udders, for then you know you will buck your hips and cry out as your orgasm consumes you one more time. Then as you descend from that crescendo, you will contemplate having been milked one more time: one more time to drive into you your need to create more milk, and so the cycle will repeat over and over. You are as powerless to break this cycle as you are powerless now to refute the truth of what I am saying."

Ginny's eyes were locked to his. Her face impassive, unable to respond to the thoughts deep inside that understood the truth of everything her master told her. She understood that she had allowed them to transform her into a sow. She had betrayed her own body, and now she had to live inside this sow body that would never ever stop producing milk, it had indeed become part of her purpose.

"All that is left is to register you permanently and acknowledge the sow you are." Ginny shook her head at these words, but she remained open to Matt as he continued to fuck her with growing intensity. "You may resist it now, but before too long you know you will come willingly back to us to register you, to abandon your former life and assume the life you have secretly desired for so long."

With these words she felt the hot eruption deep in her belly. She felt the tingling wave sweep over her and she responded violently, squeezing at his cock, shaking with the consumed pleasure and crying out a gutteral call of the wild. Her udders ejaculated milk and she felt it land with a splash upon her belly and understood she could no longer dissociate cumming with being milked.



Milk Sow Ch. 07



Chapter 7: The Aftermath

Ben lay in bed and looked at his wife as she slept, the heat of his passion dwindling in the afterglow of sex. She was lying on her side completely naked. He watched as her chest rose and fell with each breath. Her breasts seemed to him huge now and the nipples still looked erect on their darker, puffier areoles. He watched fascinated by the blue streaks of her veins stretched out across the mountain of pale flesh. They looked so alien, jutting out with such a perfect shape, from her otherwise familiar body. Her nipples formed bright rose florets on their top, but they also seemed stretched, unnaturally large upon her. The neat crinkled folds in its tip had been replaced by two deep penetrating grooves running across the nipple forming a cross. Here was the remoulded tip where he had watched her milk erupt from, where he knew they had shaped her teats focusing her milk together into a single stream, the better to collect it. She had been changed, crafted into a milk factory. Ben's cock was rock hard at the same time he felt appalled at what he had allowed her to get involved in. He wished he had never thought of building his milking machine, but couldn't wait to see his wife mount it again in the morning. 

He lay watching her sleep and thinking of the cells buried inside those mounds, unable to switch off, perpetually manufacturing her milk, drop by slow drop. Even now the milk was swelling her flesh, puffing out her nipples, stretching at her fabric until the tension was too great and she would need to feel that release once again. She couldn't stop it, neither of them could. They couldn't put this Jack back inside its box, yet they had agreed to try to reduce her milking. Her udders, for how else could he think of them when all the time the pressure of the milk was straining inside them, until she mewed from her discomfort and begged him to put her on his machine. Each time they were driven back downstairs for a milking session was another little defeat, another forced admission, another step along that road leading away from her ever re-establishing her former self. Each time his resentment towards her ratcheted up another notch. He resented that she could not be a little stronger, endure the discomfort a little more. Even so, once installed upon the machine, and he watched the milk stream from those twin channels carved into her, pouring down the tubes which sucked upon her, he realised it was a hopeless ask.

Ginny's body now seemed controlled by the needs of his machine. She was called back to it again and again, made to mount it and forced to feed it. When she entered the basement room, naked, she always seemed to shrink, cowed by its dominating presence; her lips seemed dry, her face uncertain. She seemed to have fallen in awe of the machine, and he understood how her hormones would stir within her, swelling her udders, her cunt becoming slippery and wet. He would fuck her as she lay upon it, tilted downwards making her rear prominent and available, but he understood that the intensity of her cums was only magnified when she was simultaneously being milked. Whenever they tried making love in their bed, she seemed to just lie there inert; as if she wasn't sure any longer whether she belonged there. 

This irritated Ben more than he would like to admit. He wanted her to be the same as before. She was his wife, not his pet. So why did she have to feel so uncomfortable sleeping next to him? Why was foreplay so difficult? He knew, in his head that it was bound to take time for her training to wear off, yet he felt frustrated. He felt uncertain. The only time his wife seemed to participate as they made love was when he had started to suck on her tits. He had felt her nipples respond immediately, and she had arched her back, pushing her teats deeper into his mouth. He had felt the warm liquid squirt into his throat, had tasted the sweetness of her milk as it floated across his tongue and slipped down into his belly. In no time his mouth was filled with the creamy fluid. He heard her moaning and start to writhe under him, and this too had somehow angered him. He had smacked her hard on the side of her buttock as he had continued to fuck her, and that was right, he was fucking her. Yet instead of her snapping out of it, the intensity of her feelings had risen and before long he was smacking her more regularly. They had never played like that before, yet it seemed to drive something within her as she became consumed by her lust. He could smell her musky pheromones fill his nostrils, as he continued to drive into her and slap at her fleshy upturned cheeks. 

Ben shook these thoughts from his head, and rolled across and stared again at her tits. The size of them was now bigger than he could encompass within his hands, where previously they had rested in his palms. Their weight and size appeared to him unnatural and had shifted her posture as she walked, forcing her to lean forward more, making her ass more prominent. She couldn't go about without a bra any more. When she had tried that, two damp patches emerged through her blouse and the dark rose ring could be seen clearly through the sodden material. Ben felt guilty when he contemplated the alterations in her physique that he had caused. He wanted her back to her old self again, but he knew she would never be quite the same person that he had married: never again. He resented her for being a constant reminder to him of what he had allowed, no secretly wished, her to do for him. 

Into this mix of potent emotions seeped also an evil pleasure derived from watching her body respond to his machine, the hunted intimidated look on her face when he brought her to mount it twice each day. The fact that she now needed his machine to relieve the pressure in her chest, and standing behind her and pouring his seed down her fucking cunt as she rocked on top of it, her own pleasure eating away at her independence. Before long, Ben realised, being led downstairs twice a day would no longer be sufficient. He could see she was producing more each time. Soon she would be reduced to pleading with him to take her down over and over again, allowing the machine to attach itself to her body, remorselessly being worn down, severing string by tiny string Ginny from all the routines of her once normal life, becoming increasingly focused upon her engorged breasts and the milk she was helpless to prevent collecting within them. He sighed with a deep mixture of pleasure and guilt that welled up inside him, only to be placated by his resignation that the process was unstoppable. He leant over and kissed her shoulder. She shifted in the bed in response and he watched her large tits roll across her chest, rising and then falling as she sighed contentedly.

Ben climbed on top of her and started to kiss her more passionately. His tongue pushed aside her lips and she tilted her head back, still sleepy, as he invaded her mouth. His fingers moved down to her clit and her legs parted to make way for him, yet she kept her eyes closed. He wondered what passed through her mind as he gently twirled his finger around that hard eager little button. It did not seem to take much for it to swell up and peak out from under its hood. She seemed very sensitive, easily aroused. Was this part of her training too? Was she really responding to him or would she slide her legs apart and respond equally submissively to any man that demanded entrance of her? Not for the first time Ben got to wondering about how many men had fucked her during her training. They had never spoken of it. He could never ask, for the fear of being confronted by her confession, being left no escape route of doubt. Better not to know, only to guess, for he would never escape the belief that she had enjoyed it, no matter how much she might protest.

As he brought his stiffening cock up into alignment with her entrance, she lay open and waiting for him. She did not reach out and grasp his cock. Why didn't she? She used to. Surely that was all normal sex play, wasn't it? There was an air about her, or maybe it was the way she moved about the house, that seemed hesitant. No not hesitant, but withdrawn. Yes that was it, she seemed withdrawn from him. Maybe she was remembering someone else fucking her as her lips parted and embraced the thickness of his cock sliding into her. Maybe she wished it was his machine that was fucking her. Yet even that seemed too bold. There was something missing, some passive, animalistic acceptance about her that was devoid of participation. He drove hard into her and once again felt that rising impatience within him. She lay there while he took her, her engorged glands staring up at him, swaying in response to his passion driving into her, and he thought as he looked at her, what a fucking sow she was.

When he had cum, she mewed and reached out to him. When he fucked her on the machine, she shouted and seemed lost to the world around her. He lay on the bed, the afterglow and remorse washing into his soul. She came back from the shower and he lay watching her. Her tits were swollen with milk, it was nearing her milking time. The large areoles mounted upon them attracted attention and would draw the gaze of any man away from her face towards them. Her identity was shifting. Sure he still loved her, didn't he? Yet why did he have to work so hard to feel convinced? There was something about her manner that brought out an unseemly sadistic streak in him. He resented his machine and the pleasure she derived from it, a pleasure he no longer seemed able to instil in her. 

Coming home the next day, he found Ginny naked on her knees. She wore a leather collar around her neck.

"What is this?" he asked. At first he wondered whether Matt from the farm had come to their house and had been using her. His stomach lurched, his mind frantically racing in its uncertainty on how he should react if he was still here.

"I bought this collar today. Do you like it?" she was speaking calmly.

"Err... yeh. You feeling horny?"

She nodded and then seemed to struggle for a moment to get the next words out.

"I thought you might attach a chain to it and pull me along down the stairs when it comes to my milking time."

He stared at her, but she would not look him in the eye. Ben felt anger well up inside.

"Well then let's try it now." He strode across and grabbed the short chain that hung from the stair balustrade. He clipped it to her collar and yanked at it, part dragging her as she strove to stand. His movement had been too swift. She gasped and he relented, but the blood still pounded in his head as he watched her climb first onto her knees and then stand a pace or two behind him.

"I'm ready" she said and off he marched her, pulling her down, down the stairs, down into the pit of the house, down into the degrading, monstrous room he had created that now she could not resist. He pulled her to the back of his machine and then forced her to make the decisive couple of steps onto the pressure pad until the machine took over. He watched her sink to her knees as he let go the chain, the machine pulling her legs apart forcing her to straddle the support. He watched with resentment as the cups rose up and latched themselves onto her udders.

"You are such a pig" he murmured as he could see the glazed look of abandon swallowing up her features. The milk flowed, the white stream draining nosily into the jars below. He watched her hips try to move as they always tried to catch the edge of the pad, to feel the pressure against her clit. He stretched out his fingers and felt her wet gush slither across his hand. He hated watching this primal act in which he felt so superfluous.

"I've decided to make a modification to the machine." They were sitting at the breakfast table the next morning.

"Oh?" Ginny's face looked up attentively. Even this seemed to irritate him. Any other subject and she would be only half listening, but at the slightest mention of his machine, she seemed immediately captivated.

"Yes I was reflecting after watching you on it yesterday. I realise how horny it makes you when you are being milked. I watched you getting all hot, twisting and squirming upon the support. The machine works best if the sow is immobile upon it, and so I've decided to add another attachment at the back end to hold the sow in place."

He watched his wife intently as he spoke. She was looking down at the table and a faint rose flush spread across her chest between the folds of her nightdress. She licked her lips. He wondered whether she was just embarrassed by his mentioning how horny she had been on his machine, or whether there was something more.

"I am going to add a steel support that will swing up behind the sow and enter her from behind. That should hold her in place don't you think?" The atmosphere at the table felt suddenly charged. The words crackled like sparks across the silence.

"Will....will it....move?" she still wouldn't look at him as she spoke. She understood that in his way, Ben was dragging a confession out of her and she didn't want to admit to her husband how much she missed Matt's probing thumb during her milking sessions.

"Why? Do you think it should?" he paused leaving is wife to feel the discomfort, before adding "Let the machine fuck her?" There was a harshness in his expression and choice of words that betrayed his anger and impotence. Ginny sat there unable to express the excitement that suddenly coursed through her veins at these words. She dared not speak, dared not admit openly to him how much she wanted this. Her hand slipped under the table and rested between her thighs. She tried to make it look casual, but the insistent tingling buzz from her clit was becoming alarmingly distracting. Ben spoke again, his voice softer this time, but perhaps there was a hint of menace in it too.

"Why don't you slip one of your tits out and squeeze some milk into this jug. We are a bit short."

He held the jug across the table. Ginny slipped the thin material back round the engorged globe of her breast. The nipple already hard and red from blood rushing to this portal where the deep gash carved into her would soon turn milky white. She lifted her hands to her mound and started the slow rhythmic slide of her fingers rippling across her compliant skin, drawing the milk down towards the nipple. She looked at the jug with concentration, aiming her milk towards its wide open mouth, and then as the milk began to appear she looked up and found her eyes locked to Ben's as he stared at her. In that moment she realised that she had complied to his demand without thinking. She sat before him in the glare of the acknowledgement that she was not his equal, this was not their breakfast table. He allowed her to sit and eat with him, but she was the milk sow. By just holding out the jug towards her, he was able to command her to part her clothing, expose her breast and milk herself in front of him, carefully aiming her produce into his jug, and she would comply unquestioningly to his demand. By this act, he was demonstrating to her just how fully he understood her shifting status in their home. 

"Enough!" The one word was enough to bring her up short. She stopped pulling at her udder and watched as he poured a glass of her milk from the jug and drank it. He never took his eyes off of her as he drank and she sat, immobile, staring back at him, her breast still exposed with a dribble of milk collecting on its teat. 

"That's settled then."

He got up swiftly, as if to signify the discussion was over. He left her seated at the table, digesting what had just happened. The buzz of excitement still tingled between her thighs, magnified by the humiliation of being made to milk herself at the breakfast table. Without thinking she had taken a decisive step away from being Ben's wife and towards becoming his milk sow. The times in each day when she could just be Ben's wife, the career woman, were ebbing away. She got up and pulled her nightdress over her breast. Breakfast was over, which was a relief to both of them.

That night, Ginny's dreams revolved around steel robots that Ben had brought in to perform routine chores in the house. She was supposed to instruct them; yet instead, no matter how hard she tried to stay in control, these mechanical machines would somehow end up commanding her. She dreamt the machines had huge steel cocks that shimmered and as she stood before them trying to maintain a confident air of authority, she would feel an overwhelming urge to sink to her knees. Her voice would falter, her eyes would flick between their impassive faces and their huge cocks. It was as if these mechanical robots were silently communicating directly into her brain. Suddenly she was naked before them and being told to kneel and present herself, opening her cunt lips and spreading her thighs in invitation before their solid, cold, hard and thick steel cocks. Her confidence evaporated as she sank into subservience, all the while thinking of Ben being angry at her failure to maintain her authority. As if their programming was flowing into her head, she would lift herself up and ease herself onto them, the icy coldness of the metal sending stabbing icicles of power surging into her belly, freezing her and turning her into their robotic servant. Then the steel stretching deep inside her womb would whirr into life and set up a mechanical dispassionate pumping, a rhythmic jolt hammering up into her brain, each blow driving in acceptance and driving out all resistance. It was at the precise moment when she convulsed uncontrollably in the grip of the machine that she dreamed her father and Ben had walked in and discovered her. She was lifted off the ground, steel fingers locked around her arms, her legs pulled back with her feet jammed behind wire sinews for purchase and upon her face the expression of total lust. 

Yet if the nights were unbearably hot, there was no relief for Ginny during the day as she heard Ben down in the basement tinkering on his machine, forging the new attachment that would come to dominate her cunt as surely and utterly as the cups had already dominated her udders. Throughout the day her mind could not rest, paying constant attention to the noises echoing up from the work in the basement. Her fingers played insistently on her clit accompanied by the hammering of metal upon metal and the high-pitched whine of motors. She tried to put it from her mind, she tried to get on with other things, but she was trapped like a butterfly in a light shade: attracted beyond reason, knowing she was about to be consumed. Waiting in her holding pen for this machine to be ready to possess her.

Ginny had been on leave from work since her training, and by now she could not imagine ever being able to go back. How could she concentrate at work when she was so constantly distracted? She felt frightened about returning to the office, now she was trapped inside a sow's body and gradually adopting more and more the appetites of a sow. During the days Ben worked on the attachment, Ginny spent more and more time naked and she started to wear her leather collar permanently about the house. She wondered whether she could get a lock for it that would make it impossible for her to remove. Her fingers slipped in between her lips once more as she lay on the bed imaginging her legs wrapped around the feet of the machine pressing the cups against her udders and surrendered herself to cumming once more.

Ben finally finished with all the modifications and the waiting was over. Ginny stood before the machine as Ben fiddled with the levers underneath making final adjustments. She was naked and she trembled as she prepared to offer herself, a captive once more to this monster that she had allowed to infiltrate her thoughts and her dreams ever since Ben had started building it, unaware of its call upon his wife. Ben stood up and sighed.




Milk Sow Ch. 07



"OK I've disabled the vacuum cups so we can concentrate on the alignment." He held a huge gleaming metal phallus, but instead of being straight and rigid, was curved in an arc as it lay in his hand. He went to the back of the machine and started to attach it. When he stepped back, Ginny could see it hanging upside down. Because of its curve, the steel tip swept upwards pointing menacingly towards her cunt as she stood before it. Although it was low, hanging below her knees, she knew that as she stepped forward onto the mat, she would be forced to lower herself, an offering before her god.

"Step forwards slowly." Ben was holding her arms which hung limply by her sides. Ginny was nervous and grateful for Ben's helping hand, as otherwise she was not sure she would have been able to move. As she stepped up she felt the familiar demands of the machine, and she sank forward. She felt her wetness as she anticipated being prised apart by this machine that was about to establish greater demands upon her. As her hands locked into the slots and her body tilted, she listened for the whirr of machinery driving the cock up and around, swinging in towards her. She imagined it pummelling directly into her, locking her still more completely within its grasp; the cold steel splitting her, driving into her, the electrical circuitry fusing with her nervous system as she was forced to cum for this machine, becoming part of its function.

The cock swung round and she felt it collide against the fold between her cunt and her thigh. Ben was right behind her and she could feel his hands brushing against her as he worked at the machine. She was immobilised, waiting and incredibly horny as he worked so closely behind her, conscious and embarrassed for her aroma that he could not escape from noticing. She felt the phallus shift and swing away, only to reappear and press at her entrance. He had integrated her as just another part of his machine that needed to be adjusted to interlock with the other parts. A cog.

"Right we'll try again." Ben walked round in front of her and released the mechanism. Ginny got slowly up, she felt relieved and ashamed and incredibly horny. Ben steered her around and again gently pushed her forward onto the machine. This time the cock hit at her opening but failed to penetrate: the angle of her body needed adjusting. So they continued, trying to align it right, so that the phallus could strike home. Each time, Ginny surrendered a little more of herself to this machine, she became more and more dominated by it. She could no longer pretend she was doing this for Ben. She knew the machine was demanding entrance of her body with a pubescent eagerness lacking experience. She bent herself over again and again, presenting herself to its wild attempts at penetration, like some whore with an enthusiastic teenage client. Yet she was not the teacher, for they were both learning, developing new roles as master and slave. Only Ginny, of the two of them, had any free will with which she might have put a stop to this process. Yet she allowed Ben to encourage her again and again on to the machine; each time conscious of the effect it was having upon her, which perhaps Ben was only very dimly if at all aware of. Finally Ben called a halt.

"It's no use. We need a different approach. We'll try again tomorrow."



Milk Sow Ch. 08



Chapter 8: The Registration

The next day as Ginny lay locked in the machine she felt the attachment swing round and stop just short. A thin jet of oil squirted from its tip and coated her cunt lips. She felt the tickling impact of the oil land just below her back entrance, some of it splashing onto that tight opening. She instinctively cinched her muscles to resist the invasion by the tiny pool of oil collecting in its recess. A slight trickle seeped slowly round to coat her cunt lips in a warm caress. Ginny realised the cock was too high and adjusted her position upwards very slightly until she could feel the slippery jet of oil drill into her opening. It had not really been a conscious decision; it was more an instinctive response to align her entrance in preparation for being fucked. The fact she was preparing herself to accept a mechanical phallus seemed to make no difference. Having found its mark, the machine rammed home, sinking within her folds, possessing her. Ginny groaned and felt her lips splayed wide by the thrust of the mechanical arm stretching her. Feeling it inside her now she felt totally at its mercy. She had no control over how deeply it would penetrate her, or whether she would be able to accommodate it. Perhaps, she thought with growing apprehension, it would whirr out of control, unresponsive to Ben's controls, fucking her remorselessly while Ben fought to switch it off. She was trapped, locked at the mercy of the machine, which was starting to move inside her.

"That was excellent!" Ben's voice emerged from between her knees. "Having that spray of oil allows the sow to realise exactly where the steel tip of the arm is and the way you just adjusted your position to accommodate it. That was first rate. Well done!" 

Ginny heard his words, but they came to her through a fog as the pistoning of the machine regulated her approaching orgasm. Ben stood back and looked at Ginny draped over the machine. She looked really hot with the steel pipework disappearing into the opening between her thighs. More than ever she appeared like an animal to him, unable to think or form speech when she was riding the machine, taking gasps of air each cycle. Her cunt was amazingly wet. Ben turned the machine off and the pistoning slowed and came to a stop.

"Let's try it one more time." Ginny yearned for the machine to continue. She found it hard to stand on her own feet, needing the support of the machine. Her pussy still buzzing with the memory of the hard steel that had been vibrating inside her, she stood before the mat and prepared to be pushed that final pernicious step binding her ever more tightly to the machine. She was becoming a slave to this machine, she could not stop thinking about it, she could not resist its demands upon her and now it could fuck her in an emotionless, dispassionate and brutal way, and without a word she would slide her cunt up into alignment with it, and prepare herself to receive it. 

Ginny dropped to her knees, her hands slid into the familiar slots and she relished the pressure of the ties that snaked around her wrists. Her gaping cunt hung open before the mechanical cock as she waited in readiness to receive it. Again the air from her lungs and thoughts from her head were forced from her as the mechanical arm sank deep into her. An inner sleeve began to extend within her as the outer sheath continued to pulse rocking, pulling at her bringing her clit into contact with the steel, her lips dragged apart. She could feel the inner invader swell within her and then to her amazement it started to rotate. She could feel it whirring around, slipping effortlessly against her soft lubricated walls. The combined sensation of the pulsing sheath pulling at her entrance and the inner rotating core swirling deep in her belly overpowered Ginny who lay immobile absorbing these new sensations created by the machine. Then suddenly the inner sleeve pulsed and a gush of sticky cum hosed against her cervix and splattered against her wall linings, and Ginny's body responded in step with the machine. 

As the mechanical arm continued to delve into her, Ginny's body was being processed as any other sow on the production line. Ginny was overcome with the remorseless attack upon her cunt which seemed as though it would never end. This machine had a capacity to work her for far longer than any man could, and again and again it would splash it's cum within her open and receptive body, training her body to respond each time with its own growing powerful orgasms. She groaned and thrashed against her bonds, before gasping out:

"Please... please.. I want it to milk me!"

Ben was so engrossed in the performance of the arm that he was shocked to hear his wife's voice. He bent down next to her face as her body rocked upon the machine.

"But it's not your milking time?" he seemed genuinely puzzled.

"I know...." She gasped. "I need this."

So Ben engaged the vacuum cups that slipped over her udders engulfing them. She felt the rubber rings grip around her nipples and instantly she started to cum with renewed intensity. She shouted and screamed senseless noises erupting uncontrollably from her open mouth, filling the room as milk gushed from her teats forced to sway by the drumming of the cock that was now regulating her cums in time with the milk being pumped out of her. As the milk descended the tubes, the machine reinforced the lesson by pumping more cum into her cunt. She felt the pressure of it spraying inside her, being forced back out, overflowing until great globules of it ran down the backs of her thighs and collected in the hollow of her knees and pooled onto the floor. Her orgasms were cumming in quick succession, one building upon the other. She had no time for breath, swept along by this roller-coaster ride that she could not stop. Her body took more and more, a thousand men fucking her, relentlessly pouring their seed into her until she drowned in cum and still they persisted. Finally the milk pulsing from her eased, the gears descending, the insane merry-go-round slowing to a halt. 

Ben stood back staggered by his wife's display of raw lust. He found it hard to digest just what profound changes his wife had gone through. He had been angry as he had worked on the machine. He had wanted to humiliate her, to startle her, open her eyes to what she was turning into. Yet as she lay there squirting the last drops of her milk into the collecting jars and erupting into orgasm as she did so, he realised how much she craved this. Ben felt a sickening knot tighten in his stomach. He felt resentful and a choking anger consume him. He could not listen to the voice of reason as he saw this creature of sensual pleasure erupting in abandon before him willingly yield herself to his machine. What had he created? The very instrument he had built to torment her was now torturing him. He saw that far from being humiliated to be fucked by his machine, instead of being repelled by the idea of being nothing more than an animal mounting it, she had made a gear change in her submission. A raw, animalistic stench of lust invaded his senses and he felt overcome. Truth was that he was afraid of the energy that had just been unleashed in this room, an energy that left him feeling alien, a voyeur. He wanted to creep away and yet he had been transfixed to the spot.

Ben could no longer hide or hope that things would revert to how they had been before Ginny's training. He now saw plainly that she had become a sow and they were both colluding in denial by pretending that was not so. Ginny had acquired a body that could feed off sex and designed to produce copious amounts of milk. He was fooling himself if he believed she would ever reduce the amount of milk she produced, that her body could ever return to how it was. 

Ben helped her off the machine. Ginny seemed barely conscious, she was murmuring and unable to stand. Her eyes did not register his presence. He helped her to lie down on the floor to recover her strength. She lay surrounded in the mixture of the machine's cum and her own, a potent mixture like some blood pact they had sealed between them. He watched her chest heave, her heart throbbing wildly. She was totally enslaved by the needs of his machine. He would get rid of it, get it out the house. But even that would not return Ginny to her old self. Ben resolved in that moment, he would have to send her back to the farm, this time to stay. 

Ben entered the office with Ginny walking a few paces behind. He did not look around or acknowledge her behind him, but spoke directly to Sam. 

"I have brought Ginny back. As I said to you on the phone, we have discussed it and agreed she would be better off registering as a permanent sow. So I have brought her back and I agree to your price."

Sam glanced over Ben's shoulder at Ginny. She stood a few paces behind with her head bowed. She wore a simple dress that hung from two slender shoulder straps and fanned out from her hips. She had come a long way, he thought.

"Have you got her to sign over power of attorney to you?" he asked. Ben nodded. "Then I guess we can register her here." He turned and went over behind the desk and opened a drawer. As he looked through to find the relevant paperwork he spoke to Ginny.

"Will you kneel for us while we prepare your papers?" he spoke kindly towards her, and he had asked her, which perhaps under the circumstances was a kindness Ginny had not expected. Without hesitation, she sank to her knees. Somehow she felt more comfortable like this, on her knees in this familiar room before these two men. It seemed to make it easier for her to bear listening to them discussing her registration. She did not have to struggle over the embarrassment of standing by when she could have spoken out. On her knees it was clear to all of them that whatever she might have to say was of no importance. She might just as well remain silent as she would have to comply with whatever they decided on her behalf anyway. 

Ginny knelt there and reflected upon her morning. She could not believe how quickly she had capitulated to her desires. It took just one small push to tip her over into free-fall. When Ben had told her he had spoken to Sam about selling her back to the farm, she had not reacted, not spoken out, not returned his anger with her own. Perhaps it was the way he spoke to her, demanding her obedience; perhaps too without realising it, she had been waiting, pushing the circumstances, remorselessly propelling them towards this moment. So when it finally arrived she had only felt relief and that was all. Ben had confronted her and he had been angry, and Ginny had felt strangely repentant: guilty for her own desires, guilty perhaps for not being a better wife. The least she could do was to stand before him and feel the cathartic blow of his anger wash across her face. Then when all had been said he had told her he was taking her to a lawyer's office to start the process and shooed her out the room with instructions to change into something suitable to wear when he presented her back at the farm. 

Since then, the rest of the morning passed like a dream. She had been brought in to the lawyer's office and signed over her rights to everything she owned to Ben. Her hand had trembled as she had signed in front of the smartly dressed man. He had explained to her very carefully that if she did sign this paper then Ben would be entitled to empty all her bank accounts, sell her car and even give the clothes on her back to anyone he chose, and she could not stop him. Ben would have absolute rights over what happened to her. He strongly advised her not to sign, and she had to repeat several times to him that she had thought this through and decided of her own free will to proceed. What she could not tell him, however, was that she was about to give up far more than just her possessions. It scared her to the very core to relinquish everything, and she almost caved in whilst having to reaffirm again and again till that stupid lawyer had agreed to proceed. It had been a tremendous ordeal, and for a while Ben softened towards her and told her what a good girl she had been. Yet what it had demonstrated to her, was her resolve to let Ben do this, and the tingling in her pussy as she knelt before them now was reassurance enough for her. 

Sam looked up at her and smiled kindly. Her head was still bowed.

"Slip that dress off your shoulders. I want to see those shapely udders you have been developing. You look so much more the beautiful sow now." Ben felt awkward stuck between the two of them. This was precisely what he was trying to escape from. He didn't want to turn and look at Ginny. If he didn't look at her, he could escape the pang of guilt he was suppressing for what he was doing. They had discussed it and she had been convinced. When he had confronted her with all the changes in her behaviour she had been forced to acknowledge her desires. How angry he had become when he finally dragged the confession out of her that she missed the farm. Now they had both acknowledged what was going on, there was no going back.

Ben's thoughts were interrupted by the rustle of material and half turning he glanced over his shoulder. Ginny knelt there in a large pool of material. It swept around her knees and legs hiding them completely. Yet her breasts were fully exposed, pale sacks contrasting against the darker material of her dress, the straps hung limply half way down her arms. The udders, as Sam had referred to them, hung heavily downwards. The way Ginn bowed her head, made them seem large bulbous growths, a little incongruous on her slender chest. They seemed to bulge in the middle as if already laden with milk. Her nipples were extended hanging perfectly downwards, as if waiting for their connection to the farm's milking machines.

"I can see you are ready for this next step, little ginnysow. That's what Matt called you wasn't it? He told us that you'd be back. He said you were a natural, and he has an eye for such talent." She did not answer him. She did not need to. The fact that she had never even raised her head as he referred to her by her sow name was witness enough of her acceptance of it. The fact she knelt meekly before these men and never objected when Sam required her to open her clothing and display her udders, was all that needed to be said.

Sam picked up the phone. "Hi Ralph. I have a sow here ready for registration. Could you pop over?"

As they waited, Ginny (or was she ginnysow now?) waited on her knees. Her teats felt cold exposed in the room. The two men talked. There were a number of papers that needed signing, but Ginny's mind could not be deflected from her slit that felt soft, wet and open in anticipation of Matt or the others sinking themselves into her. No matter how much she hated the idea of becoming a sow, it had never left her. She had a deep internal need, she could not understand or withstand. She had ignored it for long enough. Her thoughts were interrupted as a door opened behind her and a man walked past her. She watched his deep black shoes as they passed her.

"Hi Ralph. Good of you to make time for us. Now we can proceed." Sam spoke. After a few words of introduction, Ralph turned towards Ginny. "I see she's good and ready for her transition." He walked towards her. "You may look up at me." He spoke kindly towards her. Ginny, hesitant at first, lifted her head and stared back into his eyes. They were friendly. He bent at the knees before her.

"It is my job to ensure you are not being coerced or drugged into this," he said. "I need to do some medical checks and talk with you in the other room." He held out a hand and helped her up. 

They walked through into a separate room. It was brightly lit with a large table in the middle.

"Sit up here, why don't you." He patted the table top. Ginny climbed up and sat on the edge of the table, her legs swinging below her. 

"First thing is, I want to say I don't blame ya if you want to register as a sow. They have a pretty good life. I understand you stayed here a couple of weeks back is that right?"

Ginny nodded.

"That what made you decide to register?" Ginny just stared back. She wanted to tell him it was so much more than just a simple visit. Yet she couldn't bring herself to utter her dark secret, even now. Ralph's eyes watched hers closely. 

"Could you just slide your legs apart?" he put his hand under her skirt and felt the honey that was collecting there.

"I understand," was all he said. There was kindness in his voice and a knowing look in his eye. She brightened; he had understood what seemed to her so impossible to understand. She could not find the words to describe the pent up excitement that thrilled through her as she sat on this inspection table, and amazingly he had understood without the need for words. It seemed she was not the only girl to feel this way. Not the only girl to feel alive by surrendering her dignity and her status. 

"I just need to take a blood sample and a swab to make sure you are healthy, but otherwise I am satisfied."

Before long they joined the others. Ben and Sam were sitting and talking. There were a deal of papers spread before them, but on the top was a large green form. Ginny recognised it as a registration document. She bowed her head directly, reminded of her status. Ralph had taken a number of photos. She was naked now and again made to kneel. Was she made to? It just seemed to come naturally to her. Her thoughts were easily distracted, perhaps she felt she didn't need to think about what these men were arranging. Ralph went over and started filling out part of the form. After a few more minutes as Ginny contemplated the floor before her and listened to the murmur of the men's voices, Sam turned to her.

"OK. We just need to get a registration number for you. Then the process will be complete."

Ralph had taken some photos which he was fixing to the back of the form. He then turned towards her. 

"Right Ginny. The final step in this process is to have you stamped with your registration number."

Ben turned towards him. He looked shocked.

"You don't mean.... Branded?"

Sam laughed, "of course not. We have long since stopped such medieval practices." Ginny felt the wave of relief ripple through her as she waited patiently at their feet. She understood that even if it had meant branding, she would have been made to go through it. She had no choice in the matter any longer.

"We have this die now, which we use to impregnate certain skin cells. The pattern of cells is selected to create the registration branding. But the clever part is, the molecules of the die attach themselves to the cell's DNA. This is what makes the die permanent. It becomes part of the cell. So over time, as the skin replenishes itself and her cells divide, the splitting of the DNA carries with it the die molecules. Quite literally her registration mark is going to be integrated as part of her body. She will never ever lose the mark she bears." As Ginny listened to Ralph a lurch of fear tingled across her belly. Was this really what she wanted? She knew that this would be her last opportunity to object, yet somehow she could only remain strangely silent, cowed by these men and their disregard of her presence, while all the time listening to them. She knew she was allowing these things to happen to her. She knew she wasn't deceiving anyone, but she was no longer capable of making any decision either for or against wearing her registration number for the rest of her life.

"That's right," said Sam. "Once she has accepted her mark, there will be no way back. No one can undo it, she will be designated a sow for the rest of her life." Although he spoke to Ben, he was looking directly at Ginny, who knew she should be leaping into action, making a stand, giving herself more time. It had been a fun fantasy, but she had to stop it now before it had gone too far and the way back was sealed. Yet the leaking, dripping pleasure that oozed out of her held her captive a while longer. She was not going to break its spell, even if that meant a lifetime of servitude. In fact, it was because it meant a lifetime of servitude that she extracted such pleasure from her predicament. She needed this, and she didn't know whether she would regret this decision later, but right now she had to focus upon was seeing it through.




Milk Sow Ch. 08



All three men stood around her, as if they expected her to stand up and fight. Were they surprised, perhaps even shocked, as she remained knelt before them, impassive to their taunts? If so, Ginny was equally shocked to find herself incapable of moving. As if this were the final confirmation, Ralph took her and led her back into the examination room. He made her climb up onto the table, and this time she knelt on the table beneath the clinical stare of the overhead lights. Ralph repositioned the lights closer to her ass cheeks, illuminating the spot where he would create her mark. Ginny's heart was racing as she felt the heat on her rump and heard Ralph prepare the instrument that would administer the die. It seemed to take so long. Ginny wished it could all be over. At that moment Matt walked in. "I just heard." He came over to the table and stood where she rested on her elbows. Ginny was looking up at him and could see the smile of recognition that had spread across his face. She felt a tingle of excitement at seeing him again. His hand reached out and his fingers wove their way through her hair. She felt the pressure of his fingers gliding across her scalp.

"I told you that you'd be back, didn't I?" He continued to stroke her and once more her name, the name he had given her, drifted into her mind. She could hear it ringing in her ears and longed for him to call her by that name now and reaffirm his ownership of her. Ginnysow's heart fluttered. "You understand so much better now, eh?" He was smiling as he lifted her face upwards while bending down to kiss her. His lips felt warm and tender and her own opened. She felt his tongue swirl inside her briefly and then between his lips he pulled at her upper lip, sucking upon it and was gone. The fear that had gnawed at her belly evaporated and she was suddenly sure of her choice. Matt walked to her side and his hand slipped round her body, under her arm and cupped her right udder. Ginny's head turned to follow his progress as he rounded the table, but Matt gently pushed her chin back to stare at the wall in front. He whispered to her:

"You are doing so well, my pet. I am so very pleased with you." He kissed her on the head and squeezed her tit. She felt the pressure of the milk already collected in its swollen glands. Ralph was slowly assembling the needles into the form of her new registration number. It was a long series of digits and he seemed to be taking some time to assemble the needles to spell it out. Ben sat in the other room waiting. He felt hurt, disloyal and angry, chiefly with himself. He wished he had never built his milking machine, even though ironically it had made him rich. 

Yet perhaps the chief reason he felt angry with himself, was because his cock was stiff as he contemplated his former wife being initiated into the life of a sow in the other room. One of the many documents they had had to go through was the one that relinquished him from his marital vows. No one made any vows to a sow. She was a pet that needed an owner. She had no rights, but her owner would be required to accept responsibility for her care as with any other dumb animal. Ben felt sickened by the excitement he felt at Ginny -- perhaps he needed to get used to calling her ginnysow now too; being cultivated at this farm, her milk harvested, her sex prostituted. He already knew he would come and visit her, his cock sinking between her unresisting thighs and she would have to take it, because that was all she was good for now. Ben's cock twitched violently and caught painfully in his clothing as it anticipated shooting his cum into ginnysow.

Meanwhile ginnysow remained on all fours on the table, waiting patiently for Ralph, her bloated udders hanging below her, ripe with milk trickling out from between Matt's fingers and across the table. It soothed her at a time of high anxiety. She needed to feel the firm strength of his fingers manipulat6e her, take her mind off of the waiting. 

Ralph turned and moved towards the table. Ginny shifted her weight. It was an involuntary action that betrayed her instinctive desire for flight. Just get through this, she kept telling herself. Matt put his hand around the back of her neck and pushed her head down towards the table. This brought her rump higher into the air. 

"There, there... easy now" he intoned. Matt understood the battle that was raging inside her, that desire for fight or flight but overwhelmed by the other desire not to succeed that trapped her to the table as Ralph approached. As her head bowed in submission, his hand continued its warm, reassuring massaging of her udder and the milk running out giving ginnysow a sense of purpose, or perhaps inevitability. The pool of her milk reached the edge of the table and started to run over the end and splash noisily onto the floor. Matt held her very firmly, while whispering encouragement to her. "You are a good ginnysow. Just stay steady now. It'll soon be done."

She was locked to the table as she felt the prick of the array of needles. Her flesh yielded, she felt the sting and heard the slow count of the seconds while they waited for the cells in her smooth upturned cheek to absorb the die. She imagined the little chains of molecules attaching and bonding themselves to her very fabric, becoming part of her identity. Just as her breasts had been fashioned into udders and she could no longer prevent the production of milk accumulating in them, so these cells too would be unable to stop forever recreating her registration mark, rebranding her over and again; the careful array marking her out as the property of a dairy farm. The assembly of cells, each innocently lighting itself up in colour, would collectively spell out her registration number, tattooing it across her to enable anyone to look her up and find her current owners. She could be traded, her milk yield sold on. She was just a sow now, and into her mind popped the image of Ben's machine waiting patiently for her somewhere in this building. She wished she was mounted on it right now as she felt the needles being withdrawn and the pressure of Matt's hand release her. It was done.



Milk Sow Ch. 09



Chapter 9: The Finale

The other sows made a great fuss of ginnysow when she was reintroduced. They had missed her and made her feel welcome. They could not believe that her husband had sold her back to the farm. Some of them were really indignant at him, others were just pleased he had so that she could be back among them. Ginnysow was overwhelmed and seemed on a high with all the attention. As she talked, one of the sows slipped their fingers down between her legs and she felt the warm glow ascend her spine at the touch. She turned to face her and as she did, the sow moved in, her lips pressing against hers. Their heads danced about each other's as their lips pecked. Ginnysow felt the press of the other sow's udders as she moved closer, her own udders were squashed against her as an arm snaked round her back and pressed her tightly. Her lips parted and the sow entered her mouth. The milk oozed from the chests of both sows, fusing them together as they kissed and embraced. The fingers probing her slit pressed deeper, and ginnysow abandoned herself to the probing persistent desires of her body. Ginnysow was bubbling with excitement. 

A day or two later Matt wandered into her room carrying a small metal bell in his hand. On it was engraved her registration number and the name of the farm. In his other hand Matt held a pair of pliers.

"Time to become a full member," he said. Ginnysow sat on the bed and held her head up towards the ceiling while Matt worked at her neck. He slipped the ring into her collar, it was awkward with the small ring embedded in the leather. Matt fiddled with the pliers to secure the bell. Ginny could feel his scent filling her nostrils and wriggled her knees on either side of him as he worked, bringing her body closer to him, embracing him. She always felt an instinctive wave of security around Matt. Finally he moved away and the bell was locked in place.

"There that's not going to come off now, not matter what."

He made Ginnysow stand up and walk about the room. She listened to the soft tinkling sound as she moved. Just something else she would have to get used to, yet it was soothing. She liked it. She liked the constant reminder she was one of the herd now. Her mind wandered back to the farm she grew up in, remembering the soft clanging of the cow bells in the early morning as they were brought in for milking. It was a deeply reassuring sound for her, associated with her childhood. Now here she was with her own bell that she could not remove that would gently tinkle about her neck, announcing her own progress towards the milking sheds.

Maybe it took a couple more days before what had happened finally hit home. The first week of her life as a permanent milk sow was nearing its end, and unlike last time, ginnysow realised there was no going home in a day or two. She thought of Ben and she missed him greatly. A wave of sadness swallowed her insides. She wondered how he was doing, what he thought of her.

"I feel so miserable," she confided.

"Aww. What's the matter?"

"I miss Ben. I think it finally sunk in that he is not going to drive round and pick me up at the end of the week."

"Hey, that guy ain't worth the fret! He just come and dumped you here. I wouldn't waste another moment of my life worrying about him."

Ginny looked shocked at her. "No! It's not like that. You don't understand." She looked down, collecting her thoughts or preparing herself for what she was about to say. "It is all my fault. I knew he wasn't comfortable with it. I needed him to treat me like a sow, and I pushed him. I pushed him, even though I knew he wasn't comfortable with it. I knew what he wanted, but I couldn't be that wife any more. I wanted to be his sow. I stood there for ages in the shop, walking around and kept coming back and picking up the crops. I wanted him to use it on me. I wanted him to correct me, to put me in my place. I needed him to train me and couple the stinging slaps of correction with soft words of encouragement, moulding me into his sow. I wanted all this and knew he wouldn't do it, yet I wouldn't listen. I have been a terrible wife. Who could blame him for sending me back to the farm? He couldn't handle it. That's not a marriage... and now I've lost him." Ginny sobbed. The sow looked shocked, but reached out to her.

"Come here my love. You poor sow, come into my arms and let me comfort you." Ginny slipped into her embrace. Through her tears she watched the looming udder of the sow engulf her. She felt the soft comfort envelope her, and without a thought she twisted her head round and brought her mouth towards the teat. Ginny drew on it and felt the warm gush of soothing milk squirt into her mouth. She felt the embrace of arms enfold her, and the steady rocking motion comfort her.

Life at the farm was far more intense than before, and ginnysow threw herself into it. Matt explained to her that now she was registered as one of their sows, they no longer needed her consent to make use of her body for farm business. So her feed would contain a new mix of hormones that would transform her still more. She needed to earn her keep now, as she could no longer pay them a fee. These hormones would make her slit itch slightly, and she would find it was constantly wet. She would get used to this continual reminder of her sexual purpose and make her enjoy all the more playing with the customers who came. Guys looking for a sow always paid more for those who were already glistening in anticipation. So the farm kept all its sows in a state of semi-arousal, encouraging her production of pheromones that would make her more attractive. That way the farm could get the best prices for them, making them perform more energetically and at the same time the sows derived immense pleasure while working at the service of the farm. Yet their arousal level was strictly maintained.

Ginnysow listened as Matt explained. She felt excited and a trickle already formed at her opening as she contemplated the prospect of the farm manipulating her body for its own purposes, making sure she was a good sow, her body working for the good of the farm. It reinforced in her mind that her sow body was now farm property -- her reaction to his words were immaterial. Yet she liked the idea that they would control her so utterly, that she would become increasingly dependent upon them. She was part of their herd now, and she revelled in the notion of being kept, all these busy men taking care of all her needs. Each morning Matt came in and brought her feed. He spent time with her as she ate, and he spoke kindly and encouragingly towards her. When she had eaten he made her massage her udders in front of him, telling her how to work them in seductive ways. 

He also made her finger herself and open her thighs to present herself to him as her fingers circled her clit. It was true her slit had become very itchy very quickly, and she kept trying to steal her hand down there to get some relief when no one was around. But she found it hard to do it with Matt watching over her. She resisted and he had used the crop several times on her before she was cowed. Ginnysow still struggled with feelings of shame as her fingers followed his instructions, slipping in and out of her wet slit, now bald and openly presented before him. The more she tried to obey, the more she seemed to reinforce her embarrassment. She lay exposed before him, frantically working herself and feeling demeaned as she failed to cum. 

Matt seemed to have a lot of patience, and watched her efforts with equanimity. It took about a week to break her. She was lying on her stomach, butt raised with her fingers buried deeply inside her. Matt was swinging the crop over her exposed cheeks with stinging accuracy when she felt the eruption begin in the pit of her stomach and shudder down her spine. Her legs quivered as her mouth forced open by the pressure building in her gut released a scream, a primal response echoing from her body, and a torrent of cum spilled across her hand and onto the sheets. Matt's hand, high above her, halted and he dropped the crop as he watched her. He lay himself on top of her, his hand rubbing at the back of her neck and pinching at her flesh. He kissed her by her ear and whispered to her what a good sow she was to make herself cum for him. 

He picked up her wet hand and placed it at the entrance to her tight back passage. He aligned her finger with it and helped her ease it in. He watched her sticky coated finger slide passed the restraining muscles and then as it withdrew, her knuckle reappear from within those gooey folds of skin. He held her hand gently, guiding her finger in and out of her, until she had smothered her entrance. Then he raised himself and sank himself slowly into that passage and took possession of her. Ginnysow came again instantly, feeling the tightness of her body wrap itself around his member, feeling his heat inside her, pulling at her and her clit emerging from its hood, filled the tight space between her belly and the sheets, was rocked in unison with their conjoined bodies.

It did not take long after that for ginnysow to regularly finger herself into cumming on Matt's command. He reinforced the message by milking her over his lap and having her finger herself into cumming as he attended to her. In the evenings ginnysow was herded along with the other sows into the large room where the milking machines awaited them. The farm only had one Mark II version with the steel cock, and that was only used sparingly as a special reward. 

Far more difficult was ginnysow's struggle to stop referring to her chest by any words other than her udders. Matt would no longer allow her to refer to them as her tits, and he would punish her without exception whenever she slipped up. She still hated the punishment he meted out to her, but at the same time she liked the fact he was so particular about her. He never seemed to be angry, just patiently wearing her down. He explained to her that she was no longer to think of herself as a woman, and words such as breasts or tits or any others were inappropriate for her now. Her udders were part of her identity now. It was important for her to recognise the changes in her physiology as well as her status. It was not just a word, but an acknowledgement of their milk bearing purpose. At first this had seemed just a game. Surely it didn't matter the words she used, it was how she thought about herself that mattered. Yet the constant reinforcing of this message did have a surprising effect upon how she began to think of herself. The memory of the stinging slap of the crop made her flinch even when she was alone and in unguarded moments forgot to think of herself as a sow. It was a slow gradual transformation in her mind of her former self. 

When she was horny, ginnysow found it easy; she loved to think of that moment when the needles had penetrated her behind and indelibly and forever made her into this sow. At other times, she thought of Ben and her sadness welled up again. At these times ginnysow took on her role as some kind of devotion. It required an effort of will, a determination and that drove her to murmur persistently to herself that she was a sow even when she was quite alone. This effort of will was gradually changing how she thought of herself. Little by little she became enraptured by the pleasures she derived from her body. She took pride in her udders and the milk they produced, and her cunt responded quickly, without restraint, at the slightest provocation. Her lips tormented the other sows, and she loved to feel her legs entwined with another, her tongue lapping at nectar. This was her drug, it drove out her sadness and she could feel some happiness again for a time. All these changes were being encouraged by the constant whispered words of her handlers, reinforcing positive messages accumulating in her mind. 

++

One day ginnysow was relaxing in her room when the door opened and a middle-aged man stepped inside. 

"Dad?" she spoke tentatively as if her words would make the apparition dissolve in a shattering array of sparks. He stood at the doorway of her room. 

"May I come in?" he was polite and smiling. Ginny felt embarrassed at meeting him here, but she welcomed the smile on his face. She leaped up and hugged him. Kissing him on the cheek she asked, "How did you find me?"

He moved over to a chair and sat while she settled on the bed. "I have spoken with Ben and he told me what had happened. I am really sorry for the pair of you."

Ginny's arms instinctively looped around her knees which were drawn up to cover her chest. She felt acutely embarrassed to be naked before her father. Her mind worked through what he had said like a fire of thought raging out of control. 

"You know everything?" she asked tentatively. It was a stupid question, she felt. Her bell was very visible around her neck and her registration mark would be eye catching enough to him.

"I do, and I had to come straight away to see you." He was still smiling and there was love in his eyes. "Let me see you. Show me your registration mark."

All the old fantasies haunted her thoughts as she slowly complied. Here at last she was, naked before her father, a bell hanging from the collar around her neck and bending slightly before him to reveal the large stamp on her rump. A stamp that displayed to him she was now a cow like all the other cows that had been in his care. She felt ashamed, the more so for the buzzing excitement in her clit as she stood feeling his eyes burn on her ass.

"You wanted this?" was all he asked. He did not sound incredulous, there was no hint of accusation or disbelief in his voice. He sounded concerned, wanting to be sure Ben had not forced her. Ginny turned, standing erect before his seated form, her arms hanging limply along her sides, her face solemn. She just nodded. She could not say it, even after all this training, she still could not admit it out loud to her father. He smiled and lifted her hand and kissed it.

"Sit back down now."

He reached into his pocket and took out a small box. He opened it gingerly and emptied its contents into the palm of his hand. Ginny sat filled with curiosity. As her father discarded the box on the floor, he held his hand out. It was curled protectively around whatever he had taken out. She sat and stared at it in fascination. She could not work out what he might have in his hand, but understood it was delicate. Then he opened his hand. On the flat of his palm rested a beautiful butterfly. As Ginny looked she saw it lift its wings for a moment and then ascended into the air.

"Can you imagine the day a little grub breaks free of its chrysalis and stretches its wings for the first time?" he looked at her.

"Everything that little grub has known in life has told it that it is ugly and hunted by predators seeking to devour it. The grub spends its whole life hiding in the undergrowth, not daring to show itself. Then one day everything changes... absolutely everything. It has a new body, new knowledge and a new life beckons. Imagine it sitting there trying to take in all these changes. Will it be able to fly? Can it trust this new found ability? The very moment of take off feeling the fear, suddenly everything it had learned about hiding away and protecting itself from being eaten would be thrown aside as it prepares to launch its peacock feathers into the open unprotected skies. Imagine the mixed sensations this butterfly feels as it contemplates the freedom of the open air, unfettered by gravity, able to soar above the prison of the undergrowth; and at the same time the exposure to unseen predators that from nowhere may swoop down upon it. All its experiences have to be unlearned and in that moment of hesitation before it lifts off the ground for the first time, caution must be thrown away as the price for freedom."

They both sat in silence for a moment watching the butterfly flit about the room. Ginny contemplated her father's story, unsure exactly what he meant, but feeling reassurance in his words.

"We do not know what we will have to leave behind as we launch ourselves into the lives we have been given, grasping those things we are meant to be." He looked directly at her now. Ginny wondered about her own adventure: was she losing her freedom, as she had always imagined being a sow meant? Perhaps she had finally grasped it? 

"You know, Ginny, I have worked with animals all my life." He turned to her and smiled. "They can't tell me what is wrong with them, and they are frustrated when I don't seem to understand them as they call to me in their own fashion. So I have had to learn to read the signs. I have had to learn to hear what is in the room but can't be expressed. It is like a sixth sense, and everyone who works with animals has to pick up this knack if they are to be at all successful. It has enabled me to properly care for the animals in my charge. It is how I read what was behind you creeping into the milking sheds and watching us work with the cows each morning." 

"What! No that can't be... I was just..." her father put up his hand. 

"It's ok, ginnyling. You have no need to skulk in the undergrowth any longer. I understood the hot fluster you felt and your face shone. Of course, I thought it was just a teenage fantasy that you would grow out of."

"How could you.... You never said," then as her mind worked out the implication, "Does everyone know?" a look of horror gripping her face.

"No, I told no one. As I said, I just thought it was a passing phase. When you worked so hard to succeed in your exams I just forgot about it. Yet it seems when I asked Ben to build that machine, those feelings had not gone away."

"You! You asked him to build the machine? You were the backer?"

"Yes. It seemed a good idea. It was clear cow milk was going to go in decline with these sow farms. Everyone was clamouring for human milk, and I knew Ben would be able to design and build a good milking machine."

Ginny's eyes were wide. "But Ben told me he couldn't say who the backer was. Was that you then?"

Her father looked down and shook his head. "Yes it was. I am not sure I know why I insisted he didn't tell you. It was more instinct. Finding you here makes me now wonder whether I had not completely forgotten your fantasy. I can see it was more than a passing phase, it is part of you is it not Ginny?" She nodded and smiled. She felt some relief at hearing her father recognise the need in her. 

"Yes it is, which is why it is not Ben's fault I am here."

"I want to take you home." Ginny looked at her father. She understood he somehow wanted to make things alright, but that was not the way. She smiled and kissed him.

"No. I don't think that is right. I am better off here, surrounded by those who understand me. Here I can fly, and be the butterfly. Out there I'd be back in the undergrowth: a timid mouse in hiding. I can't go back. It is not so bad. For centuries women have cloistered themselves away to serve what they believed in. I don't have such a grand belief, I am here serving my own needs, but I am cloistered with those who know what pleasure a properly trained female body can yield. I have achieved greater pleasure from this journey than I ever imagined possible! Yet I understand there has been a price. I miss Ben terribly, and I feel guilty for the hurt my freedom has caused him. How I wish it were not so. How I wish to be Ben's sow."

Ginny paused, reflecting on her loss. How complete her life would be with him as her master. Then she brightened and said, "and that is why I know I need to stay here. Besides I have put my name down for breeding." She put her hand to her belly and smiled. Her father stared, 

"Ginny! Are you sure?"

"It's ok. It is what my body is designed for."




Milk Sow Ch. 09



"But it will not be yours."

"But I am fulfilling my purpose. My body is designed for breeding and I have to earn my keep here somehow." She was smiling. "It will make me feel good about myself again too." She stole her hand across to his and held his. "I already feel good about myself, can't you see it in my eyes? Everyone else says so."

He contemplated her a moment. It was hard for him to understand this side of her, but yes it was there. That shining glint in the white's of her eyes. Perhaps he had not properly understood before her submissive desires, but he felt a lightness in his heart and a giggle exploded through his mouth as he tried to suppress it. He embraced her and then departed.

++

The next day Sam called ginnysow into his office. There was a couple seated there. Sam spoke to her as she entered, "This couple are looking for a surrogate sow to have their baby. Mr & Mrs Winston do you think this sow would be suitable?"

Mrs Winston looked at ginnysow with a cold eye. She said, "can you turn around? I want a good look at you." Ginny raised her arms and slid her fingers through her hair, lifting it away from her neck. As she did so, she slowly turned around in front of this woman who peered at her with her head slightly cocked to one side and nodding. 

"That'll do. Now I want you to bend over the desk and raise your rump into the air. Do you understand me?" she was talking at her like she was an imbecile. Ginny bent over, but she felt acute embarrassment at the way she was handling her. This woman was cold and manipulated her in a way designed to emphasise her inferiority. She ran her hand down between Ginny's thighs and felt the heat radiating from her core. 

"The bitch is in heat already." She turned triumphantly. "Turn round and lean back against the desk. That's it. Now open your thighs for me." Ginny could not escape the condescending gaze from this haughty woman. "Look at those wide hips and that cute little bare belly ready to be stretched to accommodate a baby for us. The sow is perfect to carry our baby." She looked at Ginny with a cruel smile, her hand splayed out across her belly which she held open for her with her thighs wide.

It only took a couple of days for the paperwork to be sorted and Ginny was brought into a tiled, sterile clean room for her insemination. The couple sat in armchairs facing the pillory to which she was led. Ginny's hands were sealed together behind her back as she was led into the centre of the room at the end of her chain. This chain was then locked to a steel rail at waist height, forcing her ass to be raised ready. Ginny's cheeks burnt as she waited for the doctor to prepare her inseminator. It was a large device shaped like an oversized cock. At the far end there was a large, clear glass bulb and on either side two smaller glass cavities. The glasswork fed into a long glass tube that proceeded up through a rubber dildo with a large tip. Looking down on the end you could see an opening from the tube rising up from the central bulb, and surrounding this was a series of holes from the chambers on each side. All of them pointed directly upwards, poking out of the rubber, and aiming straight up the wearer's canal. There were also some wires that fed into the rubber casing. The doctor explained to the couple, ignoring Ginny as she waited on display before them, how the device would work. 

"I have placed your egg here in this central bulb and your husband's sperm is stored in the cavities to either side. I am now about to insert this dildo into the sow's opening, at which point all these tubes will point directly towards the sow's womb."

He placed a lower bar under Ginny's udders and forced her to bend further over, tilting her frame and angling her more. She lay there helpless, with the heat of the spotlights warming her ass in their glare. She felt a clammy disquiet as she waited, tethered in the centre of the room, for her insemination, to be witnessed by this gloating woman. She listened to all the explanations as they were related to the couple, as they rested comfortably in their armchairs. Ginny's heart was pounding. She felt the doctor's fingers working at her slit pulling at her lips, stretching her into a yawning opening in preparation for the contraption he was about to slide into her. Ginny tried to relax, concentrating on parting her lips in readiness to accept this intruder. She felt the pressure as the rubber slipped in. It had been greased, and she was wet anyway, but she felt her canal walls bulge. She had no option but to submit to this treatment of her as she was required to accommodate her inseminator that was about to place this couple's baby deep inside her womb.

"Good sow" the doctor muttered. He strapped the device securely around the tops of her thighs and then went over to a console and flipped a switch. This strange contraption, which the doctor had just buried inside her, connected Ginny to this master switch through wires that trailed across the room and up into her cunt. Instantly Ginny felt the cock start to pulse inside her. Slowly, at first, like a cautious lover stroking himself in and out of her. She bit her lip and started to gyrate her hips slowly around the invader. The doctor continued with his explanation to his audience, unconcerned by her bodies automatic response to the intruder buried within her.

"This will take a while. Sensors measure the temperature in the sow's insemination passage, as well as monitoring the level of movement in its responses. In this way we can determine the level of excitement in the sow. The inseminator will respond by increasing the rhythm of its pulses, just like a male partner would, and this will inflame the sow more. Regardless of its feelings, the process will escalate and the sow will open itself more and more for the inseminator. It is an instinctive reaction."

"May we sit here and watch the process?"

"Sure why not."

"I love to watch the bitch squirm and ready herself to receive my implant." 

Ginny continued to gyrate herself and started to moan. The tension slowly built in the room and the observers could hear the sound of the motor accelerating and watch her mouth open and a series of small yelps echoed from the tiling walls. The air became heavy with Ginny's musk as the inseminator continued its calculated and comprehensive fucking of the sow. Inevitably the man's cock grew hard as he willed the mechanism to drive into her harder and faster. 

"Like some domesticated animal, willingly acceding to their owner's bidding" his wife snorted. 

Ginny felt the cock buried inside her pulsing wildly. She could feel the waves slowly ride along its length and her juices washing over it. Each cycle of the wave made the cock seem to grow in length, as if it was reaching up into her. Every peristaltic thrust inched its way further and deeper into her. At the same time, Ginny felt the girth grow too. She felt herself being split apart, and as these sensations absorbed themselves into the walls of her canal, Ginny imagined straddling the milking machine and it going out of control: a wild dance as the machine became overwhelmed by her compliance, as it throbbed within her without check, the safety measures disabled and the sensations spinning inside her weak body, spiralling beyond endurance. She would be lost, her heart would fail and she would be found impassive draped over the machine as it continued its unrelenting work inside her, oblivious to her downfall. Ginny's legs opened wider apart to accommodate the wedge splitting her between her thighs; her breath was swept away. She could not think anything beyond sacrificing herself. 

"When the moment comes, the womb will open in preparation of receiving master's sperm. As soon as the instrumentation detects this moment has arrived then the capsule will shoot the ovum from the central bulb along the tube and directly up through the opening cervix. The defences will be down and the ovum will become implanted in the waiting womb of the sow. She will feel it like the first splash of ejaculate and instinctively respond by pressing backwards and opening herself to receive more. Almost immediately the side chambers will then fire the sperm through the side tubes and chase the ovum right up into her uterus. In a split second she will feel her womb splashed with the sperm and the ovum will be completely afloat in the ejaculate. There is no doubt insemination will occur. There is three times the usual amount of ejaculate from normal intercourse. She will become bred."

Ginny thought of the glass containers and the long tube that rode up through the centre of this rubber tormentor. She pictured it as a gun pointing into her, pushing deeper and deeper, seeking her out, driving towards her womb. She thought of the round menacing opening at the end of the gun, where the double bullet of the egg and the sperm would be fired into her just as soon as she had yielded, just as soon as she opened the gates to her womb. She pulled on her bonds as she gave herself up to the inevitable sacrifice she was being forced to make.

Ginny was breathing in rapid shallow bursts as she rocked back and forth on the bar. Any thoughts of protecting herself had been engulfed by an insatiable fire in her belly to feel the thunder of these bullets force her to cum. Her gasps became more regular and louder as she panted her mounting orgasm.

"It won't be long now."

The wife walked calmly over towards the girl in her paroxysms. She stood beside her and stroked her cheek as it dripped with sweat.

"Come my little sow, open yourself up to receive my egg and serve me as you have been trained to do."

Her stinging words were lost on Ginny who could only feel her resistance cave in as she succumbed and opened her womb. Her submission, the relinquishing of control to this woman had a profound effect upon Ginny. She buckled and squirmed and tussled with her bonds as an orgasm ripped through her. She felt the gush of her juices spring from her legs, as her hips fought frantically against her constraints to drive herself backwards and impale herself to an even greater degree upon the pulsating master lodged inside her. A split second later she felt the wet pulse strike deep within her followed by the gush of sperm. She screamed out unintelligibly, the overwhelming pulsing feelings that were consuming her. Wave upon wave seemed to batter her, she could only convulse, feeling the tangled web of pain and extreme pleasure overloading her senses. Ginny collapsed over the bar as the dildo stopped its pounding. Ben's wife smiled at her and patted her head,

"There, there, how you love all this. What a good little sow. You have been taught well I see. Now you will carry my baby for the next nine months."

With that they left. Ginny was taken back to her room and her mind was consumed by thoughts of the invading ovum and sperm. She understood that the egg could not possibly know that this womb belonged to a different person to the ovary from which it had sprung. Instinctively it would burrow its way into her womb wall and attach itself to her body. She knew that this would start the process by which this small parasite would start to take over her body, forcing it to stretch and accommodate the growing embryo within, making her eat more food to feed it and sucking the nutrition from her lifeblood which she would now have to share with it. Ginny had never felt more fully a slave than right now. Not only her sexuality had been used by others, but her own body -- her heart would work harder to pump the lifeblood into this embryo -- not her embryo, not her baby, but one that belonged entirely to this gloating woman.

++

"Do you think," Ginny spoke as Matt was getting up to leave, "he will ever come?" Matt stopped and turned to her.

"Ben?" his voice quiet, a soft caress.

"Mmm."

"You miss him, don't you?" He paused looking at her before adding, "I see it in your eyes." It was the faintest of nods as she looked away. "I do." Matt stood contemplating her.

"My father thinks I have set myself free. But I now realise I have carried with me a web of guilt that coils round me." She smiled a rather bitter smile.

"As I grew up on the farm I always wanted to be one of the herd. It's funny, but only now can I talk so openly about those feelings. They were humiliating, and dirty and made me incredibly hot. But underneath them all was a quiet reassurance, a certainty of being loved. It seems I can only fly with a safety net beneath me."

Matt came over and hugged her. "I cannot promise anything, but I will try my hardest to talk with Ben."

"Oh Matt! Without you, I'd never have been able to get this far." 

++

Ben wandered through the house. As he entered the hallway to open the front door, he passed the padlocked door to the basement. The more he concentrated on not noticing the sealed door, the more conscious he became of it. He told himself he would have to find some other way to block off that part of the house.

The front door swung open and Ben found Matt standing at the doorstep. His expression swiftly changed from an engaging smile to anger.

"Go the fuck away!" he swung the door to obliterate the vision of Matt.

"Don't close the door! I have come to talk about Ginny!" Matt shouted. The door swung to an abrupt halt, a small crack still open, Ben's face framed through it. Gone was the anger of a moment ago, and Matt saw a fragility, a lost boy peering out into a hostile world. The uncertainty of what Matt had come to say, the desire for news of Ginny or the hope, Ben could not be sure what stayed his hand. Matt had been trying to contain his fury as he had approached Ben's house. Now suddenly confronted with Ben, he felt that anger evaporate. He spoke kindly,

"I have come because I want to help." In spite of his words, there was a note of helplessness in his voice. He was not sure he could change anything, but he wanted at least to try. Ben softened and moved the door slowly wider to allow Matt to pass.

"I have come because Ginny needs you, Ben."

"Oh yeh! Well what she told me was how much she missed living in that fucking farm of yours! Didn't sound much like missing me at that time."

"I know, Ben... I know. But she does miss you. She is not happy without you." Ben just looked at him in silence for a moment. 

"Good!" he barked. At last he had hit home. His resolve, however, had loosened at Matt's words. He couldn't allow that. He couldn't let himself get hurt like that again.

"Well she has made her choices. I tried to make things work when she came back from what you did to her, but she seemed to prefer being just a sow." Matt felt the sting slap of blame.

"I hear you Ben. I hear how much it hurt, and feeling rejected by the changes in Ginny. But what I am telling you is that she is not rejecting you, she wants you to come." Ben was getting angry. This was getting to him, and he didn't want that.

"You should have been here and seen her. She was just like a fucking animal on that machine, lost in her world, oblivious to whether I existed or not. Do you imagine I can go out and let the whole world see my wife is a sow! Where is my wife, goddamit!" he was shouting now, and waving his arms. The blast of anger hit Matt like a wave of hate. He felt responsible too, after all he had trained her. He sat and wavered in his own uncertainty. Perhaps it was all too late. Perhaps there was no going back. Perhaps he was responsible for destroying Ben's happiness. Yet he clung to the fact that he knew Ginny had come desiring his training, and that in contradiction to all the truth in the words Ben spoke, he had responded to Ginny's own needs. She had come to the farm not for Ben's machine, but to release the sow trapped inside her.

"Yes," he replied after a moment. "She is an animal. She is a sow, and she always has been. She could not continue to be your wife, even though she had tried so hard. She was living a contradiction and she could not go on." He stopped a moment before continuing, "So how could she recompense you, Ben? She surrendered herself to you, utterly. She signed over everything to you, and what did you do Ben? You sold her back to the farm. If you had a pet dog that annoyed you and misbehaved, would you just get rid of it as if it meant nothing to you?" 

Matt was shaking, his words had tumbled out. He feared that Ben would throw him out now and all would be lost. He was breathing heavily, his own emotion rising. As he looked across, he saw to his surprise Ben covering his face in his hands. A guttural wail echoed out of the steel sinewedd walls of his throat. Matt came over and put his hand on Ben's shoulder.

"The changes in Ginny come from deep inside her. She is a creature of pleasure, and she lives now a life of heightened sensuality that she has craved and been denied for many years. She cares not for power or success. She seeks only to yield herself, making herself vulnerable. She offers you the pleasures of her body and she hopes in return you will love her. That is her way... that is how she expresses her love for you. She has given you far more than the old Ginny ever could. But having put herself so utterly into your hands, she must now accept your punishment too. She is banished and she blames herself."

Ben looked up. His eyes were red.

"I feel such a fool." They sat in silence together. "I could not see these things. I just saw her leaving me behind. Going somewhere I could not follow. She seemed to be getting so much pleasure and I envied her. I just wanted to hurt her." 

Matt walked over and poured him a glass of scotch and brought it to him. "Do you want her back?" Ben looked up as he took the glass. He nodded mutely. 

"Sam will extract a high price, but I am sure you can afford it." They left together.

++

Ginny was sitting with the other sows as Matt and Ben walked in. She looked across and felt the pit of her stomach collapse as she saw Ben. She ran across to greet him and put her arms around his neck and kissed him. Up close she could see he had been crying. She was surprised and her face filled with concern.

"What's the matter?"

"Oh Ginny, I am such an idiot. Will you ever forgive me?"

"I don't understand?"

"I want you back. I have not understood anything. I got it all wrong didn't I? And I miss you so much!"

She kissed him. "I am here, you can come and find me whenever you want." But Ben was shaking his head.

"I have just been speaking with Sam. He has agreed to sell you back to me." He waved her registration document in the air. I want you to come home, to our home, and I am asking. I want you to live with me and you can be my own sweet darling loveable ginnysow and I will look after you. Can you forgive me? Can you ever forgive me?"

Ginny put her finger to the side of his mouth and stroked him. It was a gentle caress of love.

"I can't go back out there," she said, her voice serious. "This is where I belong. I have fought this for so long, and now finally I have found my place, where I can be accepted for myself and their acceptance of me enables me to at last to accept myself." She smiled briefly as she looked up into his eyes. "Besides, I would be scared out there. I managed to be the successful career woman for a time, but the cost was too high. I had to bury too much of myself to achieve it. At last I have found a place to be me." She felt Ben's sadness at her words, but she didn't feel sad. She needed to find a way. 

"But I do love you. Make me wear your bell around my neck, with your name stamped upon it. Own me and make me yours. Make me understand that as I stay here and work for this farm, being trained to be a better sow, then the more they will be paying you, for I belong to you. That is what I need. Master me and tame me like a rodeo, but keep me penned in with my kind. Come possess me here now, let them all see you break me and become your sow. Cover me with your sperm, stain me so that I smell of you." She turned and lent down on her elbows, presenting her rump to him. "Take me. I need you inside me!"




Milk Sow Ch. 09



Ben stood uncertain, looking at the expectant faces around him. He felt torn, standing there in front of this sea of faces, his own desire stretching the confines of his clothing, conflicting with his own training to carry her away to somewhere private. He stared at her opening that looked dark and inviting and so wet before him. He desperately wanted to sink himself into that passageway of sweet possession, but he was struggling against a sudden shyness. 

The herd started to goad him. "Go on, she his hot for you! Take her now! Make her yours," they called. In his fog of uncertainty, Ben saw like a beacon that if he was not to lose her, he had to make her his now -- even in this very public way. His hands shook as he pulled open his trousers and released his cock. Applause rang out around the room, and there were whistles of admiration. Ben looked at their faces, and felt the warm cushion of their encouragement. In some strange way he was being accepted by this herd too -- an honorary member. He looked back down at Ginny's sex, her rump with its registration mark shining conspicuously across her soft flesh, wriggled in excitement before him. He reached out and sank himself into her. A cheer rang out, and he rode her, sinking deep into her softness, feeling her juices envelope him, feeling her walls press against him. A chant started up around the room, keeping time with his thrusts. One of the sows ran over and started to kiss Ginny as she rocked under Ben's cock. Another came over to squeeze at her udder and smear her milk over her chest and back. Finally when Ben could take it no more, hearing the pants from Ginny's mouth coming closer and closer together as she reached the pinnacle, he pulled out and his cum splattered across her ass. The cloudy gooey streaks smeared themselves over her registration mark, staining her and making her smell of him.

THE END