5 comments/ 192224 views/ 14 favorites Dairy Queen of the Breeders By: Tivanosa The Earl of Crawford, known as Hunter, was so wealthy that he idled his time away in leisurely pursuits. His huge, dominating castle cast a black shadow over the vast, rolling fields of northern Scotland, where his serfs worked from dawn till dusk tilling the fields. He ruled as far as the eye could see, and owned every living thing within his borders. Due to a special edict from the King, Hunter had the statutory right to copulate with any maiden residing on his lands. This was irrespective of her age or innocence, for verily, all was the property of the Earl so long as it crossed his borders. Each spring, he would send out his specially trained warrior women, the Valkyries, to handpick the ten most innocent and fairest girls from the surrounding villages. Within the castle they were housed in breeding harems, where they were forced to fulfill the Earl's base fetishistic desires. These young prisoners provided not just his erotic pleasure, but were his primary source of nourishment. The latest group of young things were herded by the lead Valkyrie, Aeva, into the central breeding harem. There they were stripped naked and ordered to stand at ease in a single row. The Earl entered and began to inspect them, the cries and whimpering of the girls ringing out amidst their nervous fright, but they received no sympathy from Aeva, who cursed and shouted for silence. The Earl, Hunter, stood dressed in black leather, tall and handsome with long black hair and a freshly shaved face; with a brandished riding crop in hand, he was a formidable figure. He grinned as he eyed the naked virgins and nodded at Aeva with approval. Hunter's gloved hands fondled the breasts of each girl, feeling the weight and shape. One of the criteria for a girl to be chosen, besides her alluring beauty, was ample or huge udders for the purpose of producing copious quantities of milk. This was because the Earl supped on two pints of milk per day; this was not bovine milk, but rather that which was milked from the engorged bosoms of his selected girls. Strangely, there was one girl whose breasts were not as large as the others. The Earl frowned a little when he compared them. Her saving grace, however, was an outstanding beauty, unsurpassed by any he had ever seen. Her snow-white skin and swan-like neck perfectly complemented her square shoulders, upon which long, golden blonde hair cascaded down to the small of her back. Her eyes were a hypnotic, iridescent blue, and she exuded a subtle pheromone which overpowered Hunter, immediately arousing not only his bestial instincts, but his heart as well. Hunter gulped, mentally slapping himself to regain his domineering composure. "What is your name girl?" he asked confidently. "My name is Valeria Chastity, the Heiress to Wessex," She replied defiantly. Hunter wolfishly grinned as he eyes leered and heart-rate quickened. "Heiress? What is this insolence?" He growled. "I shall not tolerate any of this Pagan nonsense! There is only one person in this land with a title," he shouted "THE EARL OF CRAWFORD! You are not an Heiress, you are my BREEDING SLUT, nothing more, nothing less! Do you understand, my pretty thing?" He whispered. She stood mute. "Let this be a lesson to all of you!" he barked to the other girls, and with that nodded toward Aeva, who proceeded to grab Valeria by the wrist and march her toward a sturdy, oaken St. Andrews Cross. She was manacled there in a spread-eagled fashion, totally vulnerable and totally exposed, her nude body quivering in the soft draft that swept in from above. Hunter stood in front of Valeria and grabbed her hips; Aeva pulled down his pants to reveal a throbbing erection. He pressed the tip of his cock to her lips and rubbed it up and down, teasing her, making her beg for it with her eyes. She was putty in his hands, her emotions, her body a slave to his organ; she was his, and in that moment, looking into her eyes, drinking in her scent, he was hers. He didn't know why he did what he did, and the action would taunt him in his dreams for many nights thereafter, but rather at the moment he sunk his meaty rod into her velvet depths, he leaned forward and kissed her with a passion and intensity which was unsurprisingly reciprocated. Valeria moaned and fell under the spell of her lord, the Earl of Crawford, Hunter, and together they locked lips and genitalia, becoming as one amidst the gasps of all around them. As he began to thrust gently, then with growing forcefulness, the Earl's lips remained locked with that of Valeria's, their tongues dancing as their organs gripped one another, pulsing and thrusting in an orgy of hedonistic bliss. Together, they were like dynamite, their every senses enhanced and devoted to the enjoyment of sex. Valeria moaned in wanton pleasure, her body unable to comprehend what was being done to it, her virginity washing away in a torrent of kinky, bondage sex. The restraints, the objectification, being used so easily by such a tall and handsome lord, she was experiencing everything she had ever dreamed of, everything her title had denied her in the past. After half an hour of rutting and thrusting, both the bodies of master and slave drenched in sweat, glistening down their brows, Hunter exploded with such force that Valeria felt the sperm rushing into her womb, splashing against her wall at great pressure. Her orgasm then came so large and so loud, spreading all over her body like a thousand waves, her mind blanking out and her body fainting from the intensity. Then, Hunter pulled out, his slick cock coated in the love-juices of Valeria, and watched proudly as his fertile sperm dripped out of her...drip, drip, drip... Thus began the life of Valeria Chasity, former Heiress to Wessex, now the Dairy Queen of the Breeders, special concubine and love to the Earl of Crawford. In her heart, and in his, they were very pleased with this change of title. Dairy Queen of the Breeders Ch. 02 Hunter rushed in haste from the breeding room, slamming the door shut and leaving behind his girls, still recoiling from their state of shock. His Valkyries would instruct the nurse-maids to tend to them. Still in a slight daze he stopped in the dank corridor. A dancing flame from a burning oil lamp cast his black shadow against the wall, twitching and contorting like an epileptic puppet. He took three deep breaths to ease the pounding of his heart, wiping his forehead and adjusting his attire. In the corner of his eye movement scuttled across the wall, and with instant reflex his riding crop slammed a huge huntsman spider into the burnished granite. It free-fell to the ground and writhed to a slow, motionless death. Hunter was now keen to see his aged grandmother, and so it was that he made his way to her bedroom. It was a long, lonely walk that gave him time to gather his thoughts, which were themselves a collage of instant replays, forcing him to wonder what his grandmother might declare. He came to the heavy, oak door, knocked three times and then observed as a delicate, young woman opened it. She was heavily pregnant with large bosoms that were thinly veiled by a damask tunic. He strode into the large chamber, made cozy by a hearth full of flickering coals. Huge tapestries hung from the walls, intricately depicting battle his father and grandfather had fought against warring clans in ages past. A huge bear-skin rug smothered the floor, its giant head gaping open with pearl-white canine teeth. It was said to be the last Bear of the Isles, before they had been hunted to extinction. A huge rosewood, four-poster bed dominated the room. "Is that you, my son?" a feeble voice emanated from under the heavy blankets. "Yes, Grandmother," Hunter replied. The old lady was in her eighties and bed-ridden, constantly antagonised by partial blindness. He strode up to the side of her bed and kissed her cold cheek. "How are the new girls?" the Grandmother asked. "Excellent as always, Grandmother. "Did you choose one?" To this Hunter but nodded. With a nod from the Grandmother, the maidservant knelt down before Hunter and unbuckled his belt, pulling slowly on his pants. Soon his rigid erection was rising before her face, dominating it, swaggering before it, still steeped in the juices of Valeria Chastity, that curious and intoxicating minx, of whose delightfulness he could hardly stop thinking. "Do as I have taught you, young one. Taste of her juices upon his Royal Organ and tell us of its destiny...we must know if she is the one" The Grandmother commanded. The maidservant, softly squeezing one of her milky breasts, began to slide the enormous organ down her throat. She slowly eased it all the way down until she was gagging upon his man-flesh, and then it was that she began to suck, licking and swirling her tongue around the tip. She tasted the juices with an analytical look, as if considering the flavours and evaluating them to a purpose, like an experienced connoisseur at a winery. Thinking about Valeria, Hunter held the young girl's head deep against his crotch, imaging she was his newfound interest. Alas, her fairness was but a poor imitation, and although the sucking, the slurping and the swirling was pleasurable, he still found himself experiencing a vague disinterest with it all. Soon, he came in her mouth, filling the girl with his seed and watching amusedly as it spilled from her mouth and onto her lactating breasts, themselves dripping with arousal. "What are your proclamations, then?" the Grandmother asked. "This one is unique, Mistress. She has aristocratic blood from the knights of the Norman Invasion...More importantly, she was a true virgin! Master Hunter was her first. I sense something special about this young lass, something I have never before encountered. She is strong of will and character, determined and wily. She has a propensity toward trickery and manipulation, although she does not mean harm." Hunter thought as he listened to the proclamations. Time was marching on and the time had come to choose an Heir, to begin training the next generation in the legacy of his forefathers. He pulled up his pants and made himself look respectable, wondering if perhaps this Valeria girl was indeed a suitable match for him. As she was wily, playful, intelligent and manipulative, she could very well prove so. It was time to initiate her into the service of the milkmaids, and if she was not already pregnant from their earlier coupling, begin her new life's work of endless pregnancy, one after another...