4 comments/ 29946 views/ 19 favorites 22 By: Andromeda7 Introduction A few years in the future and England has changed with the close encounter with the great comet. Government has fallen and a Royal Council has been formed and rules in the place of Parliament. Something in the comet has caused a decline in nursing mothers in regard to milk production and now young healthy women are compelled to step up and help with the production of human milk for the greater good. This story follows one such in her journey to becoming a Hu Cow. Part One It was my twenty first birthday and the day had arrived for me to leave my home and parents and present myself for state duty as all young healthy girls must during this time of crisis in the long history of our country. Since the comet, things had changed so much in London but now that the panic was over and order had been restored the Royal council was now able to concentrate on the things that really mattered and this was of course the survival of our species. The damage caused to the city and its services paled into nothing when compared to the damage done to the young nursing mothers ability to produce milk and nourish the new born of our limping city. Such was life now for one such as myself, a young and healthy virgin who could be induced too lactation. A travel warrant had been issued by the council and making use of it I had taken the railway and a local bus to the little hamlet of Walton Green deep in the Surrey country side and at any other time I would have been captivated by its charm but today I was just to nervous with the approaching life change and didn't know what to believe about the Hu Cow programme that was now in force. As with all the new inductees to the program I had been assigned to live at the home of a Facilitator who would mentor and assist me to full production. At the end of a long day I found myself at the gate of a small remote cottage at the edge of the small hamlet. It was the home of a retired librarian, one Penelope Robbins and that was all the information I had on her so my nerves returned as I approached the door, put down my bag and rang the door bell. * * * Miss Robbins garden was beautiful and plovers exploded from the apple tree at the sound of the peeling bell, there wings stirring the leaves of the apple tree. I heard someone coming down a corridor, the sound of bolts sliding before the door opened and I had my glimpse of the woman who would now be controlling every part of my life. She was about my size; that is five foot ten and quite petite with large full breasts that were tightly held under a vest, long hair tied in to a bun and long legs hidden under a conservative skirt. It is the thing that I will always remember about my first meeting with Miss Robbins; the conservative nature of her clothing and the proper way she held herself as we checked each other out. " Good afternoon, my name is Miss Robbins and you must be Susan Hynes and I think you must also very tired after your long day. Please, won't you come in Miss Hynes," she said in the voice of the culture of her class. " Thank you err . . ., Miss Robbins, thank you. Yes I am rather weary," a nervously replied and entered the cottage for the first time. It was beautifully appointed and look like something that had had made its way through time unchanged. There was art on the panelled walls, beautiful curtains and some small tables displaying china in the entry way and I gasped when lead into the study. Books, it was full of books and their accompanying leather aroma. The cosy room was lit subtlety by wall lights and with the fire crackling it gave a welcoming appeal. "Please Miss Hynes won't you have a chair by the fire and I'll ring for some tea and cake," said miss Robbins as she moved to a bell pull then took a seat next to me at the fire. "I know you have so many questions but I find that they are best answered by a night's sleep and a clear head so allow yourself to be my guest for this evening and I'm sure that as we move into the induction programme tomorrow they will all be answered," she said in her pleasant way. She saw me flinch at the word induction that triggered a shudder at what would soon be happening to my breasts. She noted it I saw. "Of course there are one or two things that can't be delayed with your arrival but they won't take long. Let's have some tea and cake, then we can start. A maid had bought a tray, she poured and we soon had a cup of tea and cake. I found myself ravenous and had soon finished both. With that Ms. Robbins said we should proceed as the local constable was very strict with sow registration here in the village. She noticed my flinch at the word "sow". "Now Ms. Hynes I think you are aware that we will be taking you off the net and that you collar will be taking the place of phone ID. May I have your phone please?" she asked? I reluctantly reached into my hand bag and passed my electronic identity over to my new Mistress. I would soon have my link to the world irretrievably broken and would be totally in her hands. Slowly my ID was taken from me. First I gave her access to my bank accounts and my small amount was transferred into a council trust account. Next were my email and internet/ social accounts. These were just shut down with a council standard email saying that I had transferred in to the Hu Cow program. So it continued, tax, bills, housing rent, travel passes until finally my electronic identity had ceased to exist. I had ceased to exist in a way electronically! "I sorry dear I know that this is hard," she said as she noticed my tears "but now we can issue your new sow ID. Please lift your hair and bend forward and we can get this collar on and we can get it transmitting and get you on the sow web," said Miss Robbins. I burst into tears at this final break from my former life, in moments I would be a sow "There now my dear, all done for tonight," as she bought a hand controller from the table and pressed a few buttons and my tracking collar came on line. I was now collared and tracked on the Councils sow.net. I was a registered Hu Cow. I burst into more tears and sobs. * * * Miss Robbins With a new sow in the cottage I always awoke early and it was before dawn that I entered without knocking the guest bedroom where I found the new sow awake with a tear stained face hugging its second pillow to its breasts. I always bought a cup of tea with me for two reasons. It would be the sows last human food/drink and it contained two drops of a potion that would dull the sows brain during the next few difficult hours. " Oh dear 22 you are in a state," I said. This bought the expected cry of shock as I knew it would because the days of Miss Susan Hynes existence were over and that life was gone. Its new designation was simply Sow 22 now as it was the twenty second Sow that I had processed since the new Human Milk Bill had been passed by the Royal council. I looked down at the new collar and made sure 22 noted me looking at its new government supplied jewellery. I had taken its electronic/web identity last night but of course this was not nearly enough for me. I wished to take it immediately from its comfort zone and into the Hu Cow program in the quickest possible time and I had found a way that gave me great pleasure as I watched the Sow cause the baring of its own breasts. I sat beside it and slowly eased the pillow from the clutching hands, speaking softly as I did so. "Now now my dear, it's time to start," I simpered " let go and when you're ready I want you to lie on your back for me, pull the bed clothes down to your waist and lastly place your hands on top of your head." I shall not bore the reader with how long that took but in the end, yes there was an end; the sow was on its back with its teats on display and covered only by the thin cotton of the pyjama tops. 22 was not happy but I was glad that she was calmer then I thought she would be at this stage. My potion was working. I had learned and since sow 6 had I had my own methods that worked to perfection in bringing a new Sows teats into the light of day. There must be something in my methods for it is unusual for a new Sow to win the "Sweetest Milk" trophy on her first outing at the local livestock fair. I looked down at the teats and started to speak gently to the former Miss Hynes but at the same time keeping my eyes on the teats that I would soon turn into to udders. *** End the first part *** But that is not a very good ending is it? Please find the opening below of the next part of my story. Enjoy. Author. *** I looked down at teats but to 22 they were still breasts. Hidden mounds, the second most private part of her body, something that the norms of society agreed must be kept away from the eyes of the society she moved within every day. I was about to change that rather dramatically in the next few minutes. "22!!" "I feel that the best way to start you on the way into the Hu Cow program is to allow you the use of your own clothing. Some Facilitators have a sow stripped as they walk in the gate; but I myself find that human clothing in the early stages will enhance a sows teat development." I lifted my eyes from the teats and watched the emotions rush across the face. The potion slowed the brain and I had all the time in the world to fit the sow with soft, padded wrist cuffs and run a light chain through the ring on the back of its collar to hold the now cuffed wrists at the top of the head. Two totally vulnerable mounds awaited my attention. * * * To be continued . . . . 22 Ch. 02 *** I looked down at teats which were too 22 still breasts. Hidden mounds, the second most private part of her body, something that the norms of society agreed must be kept away from the eyes of the society she moved within every day. I was about to change that rather dramatically in the next few minutes. "22!!" "I feel that the best way to start you on the way into the Hu Cow program is to allow you the use of your own clothing. Some Facilitators have a sow stripped as they walk in the gate; but I myself find that human clothing in the early stages will enhances a sows teat development." I lifted my eyes from the teats and watched the emotions rush across the face. The potion slowed the brain and I had all the time in the world to fit the sow with soft, padded wrist cuffs and run a light chain through the ring on the back of its collar to hold the now cuffed wrists at the top of the head. Two totally vulnerable mounds awaited my attention. * * * A Facilitator facilitated and this is what I did now as I observed the slowed brain of the sow catch up with its new reality. Hands now restrained and no way of covering the teats. The word "Hu Cow" ringing in the mind along with "22" but from past experience it would be the thought of being "stripped" that would be starting to cause concern and then suddenly the words "human clothing in the early stages" cleared the face of all concern and the sows face, mind and body relaxed. I started my routine. "22!!" The face quickly as alert as the slowed mind allowed. " Focus. Look into my eyes," I said knowing the first thing it would be aware of was that my eyes moved to its teats. "You must decide 22 if you wish to continue to wear human clothing or not? If you decide to remain clothed then the only clothing we have that will fit you is the clothing that you have bought with you and that will need to be modified. Do you understand?" It didn't understand in the least of course because the mind had only one thought and that was to remain clothed. Once again it took some time to receive a response from the sow as it was experiencing some mental difficulties due to the potion. I saw something that I took as a positive response from the eyes and then started back into to my routine. "22!!" "We are going to modify your clothing so that your teats will be always be bare," it flinched;"listen, your teats will be bare from now on. Do you understand?" Repetitions, over and over till 22 understood that her clothes were to be modified, her teats bared. I could see it in the eyes at last that the message had been processed by the altered mind and finally understood. To work then I said to myself. To me, it was this stage that started me on the road to winning ribbons at the fair because the sow was much less traumatised with the potion and had decided in its much reduced mind that its teats were to be bared and the clothing it had bought with it modified. After all it seemed such a little thing because it was in a comfortable human bed, it itself was comfortable, what could go wrong? Well me and my scissors actually because I was about to cut away the pyjama top and bare the sows teats and because of the potion the sow had no idea that this was about to befall it. I like my work as you may have noticed and I like winning ribbons. Speaking quietly I maintained my slow approach and with the sows permission I adjusted the pyjama covered teat and then started to cut away the cotton fabric that was covering it, all the time reinforcing the decision it had made to modify its own human clothing. As the cloth was cut away from the left teat, for the first time my hand and fingers came in contact with the teat flesh. Soft, young, subtle and although it was hard to tell in its present flattened state it seemed a perfect vessel for milk production. I was glad. The pyjama top had a set of buttons down the front and with the freeing of the sows left teat this took a lot of strain off them. I started on the right one while the sow had only eyes for her bare left teat. * * * The top pasture in these new times had in the old times been known as the kitchen garden and this is where 22 had spent its morning in tears as the potion had somewhat worn off and it had become aware of the collar, the hobble and its bared teats. If that wasn't enough the horror of having to modify its human clothing to reflect its new Hu Cow status had at first balked it. This problem had been easily fixed with my announcement that if the alterations weren't finished by noon it wouldn't matter as a nude sow presented no awkwardness to me. The sow and her scissors had been busy ever since. I know that it was a ritual of humiliation but it was also a passage marker on the journey to lactation and milk production. From now on the teats would be bare and the sow was busy snipping away material to make sure this was so. She had travelled lite and had only two bras, a shirt, a chemise and a dress that needed to be modified. The bra modification was interesting as it allowed the teat support at the base of the mound but with the rest cut away the teat spilled uncontrollably away from the chest. The sow unconsciously kept trying to adjust her modified pyjama top but to no avail as I had cut severely and there was no material spare to cover the large teats that were now on display. They would be good milkers. When the sow had finished ruining her clothes for human wear I had her follow me to the barn and her new sow pen. The girl who did for me had transferred the sows belongings from the guest room to the pen and when we arrived I had it pass everything in her valise into my hands. It wept again most pitifully is the last shreds of her humanity were taken from it. Brush, toothbrush, jewellery, watch, brooch, hair ribbons and glasses. The sow sagged when it found that the only things left were the modified clothes it had worked on all morning. I had even taken its shoes. What need shoes for a Hu Cow? With that I had her follow me into the treatment room which was next to her pen and had her step up to the cups. It was bewildered and really had no idea really on where she was or what was about to happen, the confiscation of her glasses not helping any. The sow needed to be calmed during this process and I spoke as I secured her into the device. "You will spend some time here as I need to start modifying your nipples today and I won't lie to you it will hurt for a while but first are you comfortable?" I looked over the sow before starting work. The sow stood on a raised block with her feet spread out to the width of her shoulders, in fact to the length of the hobble. The sow had somewhat hairy legs that disappeared under the pink pyjama bottoms which finished just above its knees. They were well formed and tapered nicely into the hips which were full and fully covered by the pyjama bottoms. A belt had been fitted to the stomach and this was secured to a post that arose from the floor behind the standing sow The stomach was flat and a bit of midriff peak out between the pyjama top and bottom. Hair flowed upward out of the bottoms to the navel. The top was short sleeved, buttoned in the middle and no longer gave covering and dignity to the large teats that were now held by the cups that I had swung into place. I had sets of different sized cups and was proud that I had sized the teats correctly. The cups were stainless steel half shells and had been swung into place and gave support to the two beauties they now held. Being half shells the cups gave support but also more importantly total access to the trapped teats and nipples. The sows wrists had been placed in a cross piece that held them straight out from the shoulders and it was hard to see anything else for a band had been placed around the head this being used to hold a feed and water teat in the sows mouth and the now freed hair had spilled across the face. Eventually there was some sort of grunt which I took to be assent that the sow was comfortable so I left the sow and let the feeding teat start its work. As I left the treatment room I wondered what thoughts were going through the sows mind? * * * 22 I didn't seem to be able to focus and hold a thought any more as whenever I grabbed one, no matter how hard I tried to hold it, it seemed to just drift away like a cloud. There was the sound of some sort of pump in the back ground which seemed to relate to the liquid that was being dribbled out of the feeding teat that was now filling my mouth. The taste of the liquid seemed to have a cherry flavour. I liked cherry and this seemed to fill my mind as for some reason I started to fill with a sense of calmness and well being. I might even have dozed for a while for when I started to become aware of my surroundings again I felt my nipples being massaged and starting to grow and swell. For some reason this didn't bother me, in fact it felt good. * * * Miss Robbins I returned to the treatment room in about twenty minutes to find the sow relaxed and dozing. Donning some gloves I dipped a finger into a pot of cream and started on the left nipple until it started to grow. The sows nipples were not prominent like some but with the aid of the cream and my expert fingers they started to swell and move out and away from the areola and the teat. When both nipples were engorged and protruding a half inch from the teats I used a different cream and started on the pink areola, slowly massaging to get the blood flowing in preparation for the injections that would soon be coming there way. Within a few minutes both areola had become somewhat puffy and if anything the nipples seemed engorged even more and now seemed to pulse in unison with the sows heart beat. Good they were ready. I turned and prepped the needle then started from the top of the left areola and proceeded with a set of injections around the circumference of the areola. When both had been injected I stood back to see the results of my work. The areola were both now somewhat puffy and slightly swollen but it was the now large nipples that captured the eye. They were now a dark red and were engorged to their maximum, standing out from the teat like two sentry's at attention. The sow was less comfortable now as the serum went to work and I felt that was enough for a first session. I left her cupped and went back to the cottage, the area was full of audio and visual so I would monitor progress from the library as I wrote my report for the Milk Board. * * * . . . . . to be continued. * * * . . . a little taste of the next chapter dear reader? Thank you for your comments and a big thanks to 21anna and dinkus36 for making the story a favourite. * * * Miss Robbins The sows mind had slowed but there was still more than enough to handle simple tasks like resewing and hemming her clothing. The sows pen had French windows that lead into a small secluded rose garden that was now known as the Sow Meadow. It seemed happy. Its hands never stopped moving fore if they weren't sewing they were massaging the still sore nipples. I had released the hobbles for a short time and the bottoms had come off and had been replaced by panties and the dress. The sow had been directed to lift her dress and seat herself on a large beach ball. In the hobble, it was hard to maintain a balance so that body was always in motion. The spine was forced straight perfectly displaying the teats and the constant motion was toning the muscles that would soon be needed to support the heavy milk filled udders. The teats swayed in time with the gyrating hips and I allowed myself time out from the day to appreciate their flowing beauty. * * * 22 Ch. 03 The sows mind had slowed but there was still more than enough to handle simple tasks like resewing and hemming its clothing. The sows pen had French windows that lead into a small secluded rose garden that was now known as the Sow Meadow. It seemed happy. Its hands never stopped moving, fore if they weren't sewing they were massaging the still sore nipples. I had released the hobbles for a short time and the pyjama bottoms had come off and had been replaced by panties and the dress. The sow had been directed to lift her dress and seat herself on a large beach ball. In the hobble, it was hard to maintain a balance so that body was always in motion. The spine was forced straight perfectly displaying the teats and the constant motion was toning the muscles that would soon be needed to support the heavy milk filled udders. The teats swayed in time with the gyrating hips and I allowed myself time out from the day to appreciate their flowing beauty. * * * The Sow Meadow was a pleasant place that was made more so by the swaying teats. The French doors opened onto a cobbled area before the grassed meadow. The grass was enclosed by rose bushes, the thorns confining the sow to the small meadow and its shady quite. With great reluctance I left the sow to her sewing and went back to the treatment room to prepare the dip for latter in the day. * * * Another secret to my success at the shows I believed was my dipping method which I had refined from the Royal Milk Boards own regulations. The local Constable was one who insisted on well maintained records and proper procedure being followed. One had been complemented once or twice for my records and adherence to Royal Milk Board procedures. The dip its self was a stainless steel half cylinder that hung off one of the walls, the wall having a locking mechanism that held the grated cover up and away till needed. Hu Cows needed to be dipped every day, this of course being much more than a sheep or cow needed dipping. It is all about skin tone of course and tone wins ribbons. A prize winning Hu Cow will radiate health when displayed to the shows judges and my additions to the Royal Milk Boards regulations and procedures cultivated health. A sow would be naked after having brushed its hair and would sit on the edges of the dip before twisting and sliding into the waiting bath. Stainless steel inserts, chosen by size would support the back and shoulders, the buttocks, upper thighs, elbows ,wrist and ankles. Each was minimal and with quick filling of the vessel a sow would find the solution giving the body flotation, further relieving the supports of the body's weight. Very comfortable in other words. Being comfortable a sow showed little concern when the lattice work was pivoted down from the wall over a supine body, a resting body that was finding its self not uncomfortable at all in the soothing warm waters of the dip. The lattice was modular and had been sized by myself last night and the help had assembled it this morning. I found myself inordinately proud that once again I had got the sizing correct. The lattice imprisoned the sow at this stage which made the dip much more economical in the amount of liquid needed to totally immerse a sow. Curved rods of steel had swung over wrists, neck, brow and ribs. The stomach, waist and hips were similarly restrained and with such total restraint it always became interesting when the level arose above the mouth and nose and breathing now became possible only through a tube, fore at this moment the sow was totally immersed in the dip. Once again I despaired at the stupidity of some Facilitators in the terror caused to the mind of a sow that was caught unprepared for their first dip. My procedure was quite different of course for my sows; this would be the first time they would be fully nude and bare before me. Using my cunning mind, why not combine the humiliation of being fully displayed with the need for some sort of covering, even if that covering was only opaque water? I always used my voice to coax rather then threaten, induce cooperation rather than force and finally just to go slowly through what was coming so the sow understood that panic was not at all helpful. As I have mentioned there was no discomfort in the dip, it was quite comfortable so with the right mixture of drugs a sow would find itself wonderfully relaxed as fully immersed it felt the water jets that the dip would play over the body. It always took longer than the usual method but my way in the end had a relaxed sow that was fully immersed, comfortably using the breathing tube and enjoying the benefits of the dip. The makeup of the dip would contribute to easing a new sow into a new life style for after all the sow needed some body hair modification soon and then of course dipping with flotation would ease the weight of the teats turning to udders. So it came back to a small thing, facilitating and easing the sow to take the breathing tube and to be relaxed as the liquid arose over her and started to sooth the sow and its mind. A sow was never fully dipped in my treatment room till it was fully ready. Winner ribbons didn't fall off trees in this village. When a sow was held in the lattice cage and fully immersed I would take the control couch next to the dip and hook up with my pad to the program "Dip Control". The couch was most comfortable indeed and allowed my left hand access to the now floating teats while my right accessed the keyboard on the pad. I always felt that my playing with the trapped teats gave the sow a reassurance that it was not alone in its watery isolation. Being a registered virgin I would use this time to have the help in at this time of the week to prepare me for my weekly inspection by the churches Ladies Committee and Vicar. The Royal writ, Bishop and local Knight had reassumed powers not used in 200 years since the passing of the comet and some of the morals of those times had returned with them. The sows collar feed data into the program and this was correlated and then displayed on my pad so I always was up to date with a sows condition. The vessel could be emptied instantly should the need arise for safety was paramount with the Royal Milk Board * I have wandered in the story, the Dip! The dipping process is most important to the a developing sow as it cleanse the pores of the skin, gets teats floating and with one of my personnel touches cause an irritation to skin that is in contact with hair. My sows never wail when it's time for the hair modification, in fact they thank me when the procedure is complete. Furthermore the isolation that the dipping process gives marks the passing of another day in the life of a sow that is taking the journey to lactation. The isolation is complete as when the pumps start and the jets start teasing the body, a well relaxed sow with the assistance of the drugs simply drifts away to a world of haze, a world without time, a world of inner calm. The sow is at peace. A sow that is at peace is a sow that produces sweet milk. Sweet milk in its turn produce prize ribbons. I like ribbons. * * * Miss Robbins One hour latter My hand played over the sows teat, as relaxed, I let myself drift, but kept a small part of my mind monitoring the immersed sows condition while the help worked between my legs. Life was good. * * * Miss Robbins One half hour latter The Treatment Room The sow had finished the dip and now, held by its own hair was drip drying over a drain. I had simply taken a twist of long hair from the top of the head and clamped it on the end of chain suspended over the head. The sow had tried but could not release its self so now stood calmly while it air dried. The nude sow looked much more like a sow now. Already body changes were obvious. The aureole were still puffy, the nipples stood proud and fully engorged while the hair of the sow was dripping liquid and stuck where ever it grew over the body. The sow had used its hands to move the sodden mass from its eyes but even so it still looked like a drowned rat. I was using a mister to puff water vapour into the area around its eyes as a sow needed eye lashes for health reasons and I didn't want the dips hair irritant working in that area. I was once again proud that my methods had worked so well as my eyes took in the freshly dipped sow. It indeed looked like a developing sow now as the nipples were inflamed and erect, each aureole puffy and of course for the first time nude and on display. I liked my new sows at this stage for they were now removed from their former humanity and there mind was now focused on two immediate discomforts. Teats and hair! The sows teats were still the focus of the reduced mind, it would be so for the foreseeable future. Of course there was now a new discomfort because as the moisture dripped free from the body and it dried, the irritant that now coated the body hair started its work. The sow had been dosed and stood calmly. It would be some time before the mist of the drugs cleared and it became aware. I had the help move my control crouch into the treatment room and lay myself down and roamed my eyes over the nude, bare sow. I knew at this moment that I had something special as I critically inspected what I had to work with, well formed teat, pleasing to look at and a joy to handle. Milkers to be! The winning ribbon would be mine and this sow would be the Hu Cow that provided it. The sow was generally well formed with strong hips that would have no trouble bearing the weight of full udders. The stomach was flat, well muscled and a ribbon of hair fell from the belly button before thickening and rising over the pubic mound. A thick thatch disappeared between the legs, the hair then spilling down the inner thighs towards the knees where it thinned and stopped. The teats were well formed and a pale alabaster white that I knew would hold a prize winning quantity of milk in the end. The sow, pinned as it was by its hair didn't look its best at the moment to an untrained eye but I a could see its potential and felt lucky with what I had been given to work with. I had things to do while 22 air dried but I paused for a last look and to let my mind flow on the journey that I would chart for this former subject of the king. The surrender of one's humanity to the Crown bought a great burden to that same Crown. A girl had an expectation that Royal service in a dairy would end and that a return into society would be insured. My Hu Cows had my support with that goal. 22 looked towards it teats and it should be noted that it could no longer see them as it no longer used glasses. What did it see? It saw a blur while I saw them as empty vessels ready to be swollen and filled for the benefit of subjects and Crown. As a facilitator it was my part to make this so. To make it SOW!!! * * * * Royal Milk Board. Now designated RMB 22 Ch. 04 Introduction The Royal Milk Board has a new Hu Cow in its program. Miss Robbins starts the Hu Cow toward production. 22, the new Sow can't focus her mind any more. * * * Miss Robbins . . . . . . some time latter. The loss of the sows glasses was quite noticeable. I had removed material from its clothing that had covered its teats so that whatever it choose to wear now the mammary glands were fully displayed. Without its glasses the sow seemed quite blind for the hems it had sown into its rent garments were quite rough and poorly finished. I had given it a straw sun hat and it was now dressed in bra and shirt with an accompanying skirt that fell below its knees. The bra had had the cups removed but gave good support to the base of the teats, the teats themselves spilled out the front of the ruined garment as there was no longer anything to support them. They were fully displayed. From the back it looked like any girl working a cottage garden but the illusion was destroyed when it turned and its front was displayed and the swinging teats came into view. Two circles of cloth had been removed from the shirt, the bra cups were gone and 22's teats were enjoying country air as it worked the garden bed on hands and knees, its teats swinging free below the chest. The work was causing quite an amount of dust which would get into its hair which would then result in even more itching where hair came in contact with skin. The injections had resulted in elongated nipples that were now hard and stretched tight. The aureole were still puffy, there light brown colour in contrast to the alabaster white of the teats. I would allow the dust and sweat to do its work then get the sow cupped again for some work on the teats themselves. I always surprised myself in the way my mind slipped effortlessly between matters concerning the anatomy of the human female and the Hu Cow. It hadn't been that many hours since a fine young example of young female England had willingly bought two breasts to me that would soon be transformed into milking teats that would be used in the service of her king and kingdom. When one looked now on ruined clothing exposing that which was usually hidden; that which was private and held by the bra; something that had been secret and that was now hanging and exposed, one appreciated the power given by the state over a female that could no longer protect itself. I was no longer seeing breasts for those were now gone with the clothing of the human female. These were now the teats of a young and developing Hu Cow and as such, my responsibility; Onward! * * * The Treatment Room The sow was uncomfortable but couldn't do anything about it as it had been restrained and cupped and a feeding teat had been inserted into its mouth. The drugged feed would soon calm it allowing the next injections to relax it into a sow. I undid the buttons on the sows shirt and pulled it open to check the hairy armpits and sure enough the skin under the hair looked red and irritated. The was no need to check the sows hairy mound, it would be the same. I went to the wall and pressed one of a number of buttons. The half cups swung away and the sow started to tilt forward. The belt at the waist allowed some movement and in a short while the sow was bent ninety degrees at the waist, its teats hanging beneath it. The shirt was open at the front and I pulled it up to the shoulders to get at the clasp of the bra which when released left the teats swinging free and unrestrained. I bought a milking stool over which seated me at the perfect height to work the bared teats and this is what I proceed to do. The next set of injections would go deep into the hanging mounds and excite growth in the ducts and lobules. Each lobule has a small sac called an alveoli and when lactating these are what produce milk. They are activated by hormonal signals, and these signals would be working overtime with the hormone that my needle would soon be filling the teats with. I put an oil on my fingers and for the first time allowed my fingers to fully roam the two glands. I had suggested to 22 that it use my shoulder to rest its head and I felt this to be gratefully accepted. There was a second reason of course as I wanted the sow to become fully dependent on me as soon as possible; in fact I wanted the sow to develop a form of Stockholm syndrome in its relationship to me. Over the next few days its teats would cause it a lot of discomfort and it would soon associate me with the relief of that discomfort and this would grow to become a strong positive bond between the sow and its milker. With the sows head resting on my left shoulder I started to massage the left teat. Large changes had already started with the nipple and areola but the changes would be massive with the morphing of the teat starting with this hormone injection. Work done now was repaid many times over when the teat started to flow with milk. Good flow came naturally to a supple teat, a teat that was given regular massage would have no problem with blocked ducts and the milk sacs themselves would expand in to soft prepared flesh and so would produce that little extra; that little extra would get me another ribbon and notice amongst my peers. Win, win! I gave the two teats a good twenty minutes each before raising the sow back into a standing position and swinging the half cups back in place in preparation for the needles. The two mounds were rather flushed with flowing blood after their workout and with a quick swab I started with the injections. There were ten for each, twenty in total and I had found that results were best if I could have them all done within twenty minutes. I worked fast. The first three went in just off the edge of the areola and the needle tip was inserted to a depth of a quarter inch while the next seven went in a circle around the base of the teat. These were slide in parallel to the ribs to a depth of about half an inch and the teat when the injections finished, was now full of hormone and ready for some mechanical massage from milking cups. The help had been busy and had wheeled in the milking rack. I quickly freed 22 and bought her to a device she would spend a lot of time in. It design was simple, two places for the feet and when the body bent forward to end up at right angles to the legs there was a large pad that supported arms, stomach and shoulders. Of course there was nothing to support the fully exposed teats that now hung free and loose beneath 22's ribs. The rack had two milking cups hanging off it. The cups were rather like a metal bra and it didn't take but a moment to strap them into place and accessing the control program through my pad I soon had them in motion. At this early stage there was no suction involved for these cups. The inner surface was filled with tiny air sacks which the program controlled. Each would fill and empty in a controlled pattern simulating massage and keeping a high rate of blood flow in the glands they now covered. 22 didn't know, but she was well on the way to becoming a Hu Cow. * * * I like to finish the day in my front garden at ease from the days toil with a whiskey or two. The sow was back at work in the garden and I found great pleasure in watching the teats swing as she crawled around on her hands and knees weeding the lawn. Today had gone well and 22 was on the way to lactation now because each day its teats would start to balloon up a little more until finally transforming to udders. The drugged feed it had been taking all day had closed down the upper reasoning centres of the brain and what remained was not really concerned much with the outside world any more. Of course there was still the hair to come off but I thought that after an itchy night that request would be at the fore front of tomorrows requests. The help poured me another whiskey and filled my dope pipe. It then left to prepare my bath and give cook a time for serving dinner. The smoke filled my lungs and I let my mind wander to the changes that had taken place in England since the comet. The cities had not fared well, even less so when food had run out. Like a horde of locust the survivors had descended on the country side but had meet armed resistance when land owners and country squires meet force with superior force. With that success titles that had laid dormant for centuries had come alive as England organised its self on feudal lines to survive into the future. For the most part it had been a success as bleeding heart liberals and do gooders had all starved to death and there had been little resistance to the new constitutional changes approved by the king. For better or worse we were back now in a seventeenth century England and peace had been restored while prosperity gained pace with each passing year. I finished my thought and arose to get the sow put away for the night. My mind kept wandering down the path of England and today with a girl that was becoming Hu Cow to serve her kingdom. . . . . . * * * I released the hobbles and secured a long chain to the sows collar and left it in the sow pen. I returned to the cottage and my room where the help disrobed me and assisted me into my bath. The temperature was just right and I luxuriated as the warm water floated my breasts off my chest. I lay back and let my eyes travel to the screen that was monitoring the sow. I had screens everywhere so that where ever I was the sow was under observation. It had been a big day for twenty two and it lay on its back, still dressed and used its hands to rub its teats. They were not so much sore as just not used to the treatment they had experienced today. The sow looked a complete mess, its long hair tangled and out of control, its clothing dirty and sweat stained. I was gratified to see it hands leave its teats long enough for a quick scratch of the scalp, armpits or crotch. The sow would be happy to have its hair removed tomorrow I thought. Tomorrow the vet would call to give the sow its medical certificate and brand for the Royal Milk Board which was serious about sow welfare. The milk was quite in demand for Maternity Hospitals so standards were high. As the help started to bath me I thought that 22 would be in for another full day tomorrow and that I was quite looking forward to it. * * * . . . to be continued. 22 Ch. 05 The new Sow settles in * * * The next morning saw me up and about before dawn and in the treatment room with my hands full. 22 was receiving the first massage on its teats for the day and after a somewhat sleepless night due to itching hair was catching 40 winks using my shoulder as a pillow. "Itchy hair," I had exclaimed in mock surprise. " That's hard to believe," I murmured. I let it go for the time being and got my finger kneading the soft flesh that was hanging from the sows chest. The swollen nipples were starting to settle down now with their colour returning to normal but they still stood well away from the areola. When the sow had been prepared it came docilely to the milking rack where I lifted and strapped the cups to the hanging teats. With the program accessed on the hand held, the pulsing started its gentle motion and the teats started to experience an increase in blood flow. The help entered at dawn with my first pipe of the day and a tea tray. My control couch was designed to split open at the part that supported my legs and this the help now opened to get access between my legs. It started her work as I took a drag on my pipe and sipped my tea. I had strapped the feeding teat to its head and I watched the throat as today's drugs and hormones started their journey to the stomach. The sow seemed to be fitting into new routines faster than most. There had been no protest this morning when I suggested that it remain bare above the waist for the morning treatments. The vet would coming this morning and for some reason the Baron had asked for some of my time at eleven. I had invited him for morning tea. I let my mind drift and took pleasure watching the cups work their magic on the trapped teats. * * * Old Mr. Charles had been a fixture in the life of the village for years and had the reputation as the best vet for twenty miles. He had the sow up on the rooms examination couch with the body tilted somewhat back and the legs spread wide. He was using surgical scissors to cut away pubic hair in the valley formed by the labia majora. Soon he would use a razor to clean the labia minora in preparation for ringing and the deadening of the sensitive nerve endings of the clitoris. The House of Lords had faced a somewhat large problem with the introduction of the act enabling the Royal Milk Board in that suddenly there would a large amount of young girls with much reduced minds in very vulnerable position. After all, being naked in a milk rack a sow was somewhat vulnerable to unauthorised penetration and other types of types of stimulation so the Guild Of Registered Virgins had proposed a solution to the Lords standing committee. All sows would have the lips ringed presenting a physical barrier against penetration and a special cream would be injected into the vagina to deaden the nerve endings that gave sexual stimulation. This would would also be applied to the clitoris and nipples. With the clipping finished old Mr. Charles gently peeled back 22's clitoral hood in preparation for creaming and deadening its nerves. "The sow looks to have good potential Ms. Robbins, I'm sure there will be another ribbon in it for your mantle piece." The old man had a soft voice that seemed to carry a weariness with the kingdom and its times. "Why thank you Mr. Charles, I hope you will take a glass and pipe with me before you depart. " Aye lass, that would be grand," he replied. I left the old man to his work and went to get the help started on a garden tea tray. * * * Mr. Charles Veterinary Practitioner I was tired and each day seemed somewhat harder to make it through then the last. All was not lost as I still received great pleasure in my work. The journey from young girl to life as a sow could be assisted with the application of modern veterinary practice and I was proud that my skills were of still some use. I always started at the top and worked down so it was the clitoris that I was working on now. I used the skill of many years practice to tease the tiny stalk out of its hidden resting place. It would be the last time it would make this journey till the sow was released from the milk program. My skills with a razor had not diminished with time and a small area had been cleared of hair around the rising clit. The sow was thickly endowed with hair and in this area some was quite long. I made use of this as my circling finger worked out for a moment and snagged a tuft of it and dragged it inward to the tiny stalk. Keeping with the circular motion I wrapped the hair around the rising stalk and was immediately rewarded by the first sexual response. The hips gave an involuntary thrust towards my teasing finger. The tiny thing was now fully engorged and extended, the course hair being manipulated against 22's exposed and raw clitoris. I found myself nodding with approval as the clitoris arose and seemed to take pride of place with the lips, folds and hair. The hips of the sow had started to move now so using the roughness of the hair to increase the rubbing sensation on the tender nub I simply waited for the vagina to lubricate itself which would ease the way for a probing veterinary fore finger at a later stage. Ms. Robin's help had bought a tray and decanter. I availed myself of the hospitality and had her pour a triple of Ms. Robbins finest whiskey. I took up the glass offered and let my mind drift as my finger worked the sensitive stalk. I thought of the great changes the Kingdom had endured since the comet and of the grace shown buy our country's women and girls with the loss of their civil rights and liberty's. It was the reason that I always used all of my skill when giving a sow the last orgasm it would receive for quite some time. 22's hips were now in time with the stimulation my finger was giving. The light abrasion the trapped pubic hair gave to the tender stalk would bring orgasm much sooner than some vets felt appropriate. I myself disagreed for it was the last orgasm that would be experienced and remembered with a sows limited brain capacity so I had always felt it should be a good one. This sow looked like it was a heading towards a good one. I creamed my other fingers and started nipple stimulation as the sow started to moan towards its coming release. The hips had started to buck now and I knew the moment was fast approaching. The sow screamed, its hips lifted into the finger working its tender stalk and it came. I was ready. Using my large syringe I inserted the plastic tube deep into the vagina and thrust the plunger home. I used care not to damage the intact hymen and soon a thick white liquid oozed from the over full vagina. I dipped my finger in some of the excess and scooped a portion onto the tiny pulsating stalk and the engorged nipples. The liquid would absorb into the skin and deaden the nerves of the erogenous zones leaving 22 free from sexual urges during her participation in the human milk program. While 22 started to come down from its orgasmic rush I moved onto the ringing process. 22 lay on her back, legs fully spread her, ankles cuffed to chains hanging from the ceiling. Her wrists were secured to her side so it was held quite firm as I made my piercing needle ready. A good vet was known for the quality of his ringing and my results were held in high esteem by the village and surrounding farms. I started at the top and when I made the first two holes I carefully fitted the first ring before clamping the free ends together. Keeping correct spacing and alignment I worked down the lips till the three rings had been fitted and the sow was now protected from penetration and a rupturing of the hymen. With the legs splayed wide the inner thighs were fully exposed and ready for the RMB * brand. I used the razor again and cleared an area of hair from the left inner thigh the using my tattooing gun put the Robbin brand on followed by two "2's". As I packed away my apparatus, I checked over the finished work, applied another batch of antiseptic and felt that once again I had performed well. The rings looked good, straight, nicely placed and seemed to set off the new brand. I peeled back the clitoral hood and noted the clitoris had disappeared and wouldn't be rising again anytime soon. My finger rubbed a nipple but this to was now bared any sexual stimulation. My work was done and I went to the garden to join Miss Robbins for tea. * * * Miss Robbins The Treatment Room Mr. Charles had done well as usual. I admired his work as I ran my eyes over the sow. I had refitted a feeding teat and the sow was taking more drugs into its system for relaxation and pain relief. The rings suited her and the same could be said with her new Robbin's brand. The sow seemed to be resting comfortably even with its ankles suspended from the ceiling so I left it for a while and went back to the cottage to write up my reports. * * * RMB, Royal Milk Board .22 WMR (This is a story of love, lust, rough sex, prostitution, sexual slavery, incest, rape, torture, and brutal murder. A warning for some;... a promise for others. The Author.) * Chapter One: Floater She returned to consciousness and immediately knew she was fucked, both figuratively and -- soon enough -- literally. She was naked. Her arms were stretched out toward one end of a long wooden surface, where the tip of a heavy, professional grade chopping knife was deep into the Maple, securing the chain of the hand cuffs digging into the skin of her wrists. Her chest and belly pressed hard against the surface, while her lower body dangled over the end. Her feet were separated and bound by thin cord -- possibly electrical wire -- which opened her thighs and, she knew, presented her pussy invitingly to... To whom, she wondered. There was no sound; no voices, no breathing, no movement. She seemed to be all alone. And while she might be at the moment, she certainly didn't strip and bind herself this way on her own. Not this time, at least. The last thing she remembered was making her drop in the park just after sun down and heading for her car. Then... Here. She struggled to raise her head, to searched the room for clues as to her location. She grimaced. Every muscle in her body ached, and the simple act of looking about sent sharp pains through her neck and shoulders. How long had she been here? It felt as if years, though the low lying sun beyond the building's translucent windows told her she'd only been 'out' for five or six hours. It only took a moment to determine where she was: Goran Florists. She was stretched out upon a solid Maple chopping table where the owners of the now defunct flower shop had once used clippers and heavy knives -- like the one holding the cuffs in place -- to chop stems from the long stemmed flowers that went into their beautiful bouquets. As if she hadn't already feared for her life, her stomach turned over in fright as she remembered the last time she'd been here. She'd been sitting outside the entrance in the Ferrari, hiding her shock and horror behind her thousand dollar sunglasses and designer scarf, as a woman inside had pleaded and cried through the brutal torture and murder of her husband. A few minutes after that, the woman was again pleading and crying as she was raped, questioned, raped again, and finally murdered, despite having given her questioner -- the Ferrari's owner -- the information for which he'd been searching. She'd done nothing to stop the horrific act. She couldn't. Not without exposing who and what she truly was. Of course, laying here now, she was pretty certain that THAT secret was out. A door out of view behind her creaked open, then shut softly. She listened for more -- movement, steps, anything -- and when she heard nothing at all, she warned in a loud growl, "Do you KNOW who I am? Do you KNOW whose GIRL I am? Let me go now, and I won't tell him you did this to me. You can ... you can skip the country. You'll HAVE to skip the country if he finds out you've done this." The response she received -- the familiar cadence of a man with a bum leg -- told her what her eyes couldn't. And even though feigning innocence -- of continuing to hide her identity -- was certainly a waste of time, she had learned early in her career never to give away any information to the 'enemy'. She twisted her head to the left, laying her cheek upon the aching muscles of her upper arm. When he stepped into view, she begged, "William...? William, baby, what's happening? Why are you doing this to me?" He remained quiet, only continuing to circle around to the end of the long table until the bright sun was behind him, casting him in silhouette. "Please, William. Baby... Please ... if this is one of your sex games ... I'm not having fun. Please, let me go." "You hurt me, Louisa," he said, the disappointment in his voice seemingly sincere. "Baby ... baby, what did I do? Please, tell me what I did?" She began sobbing and tears filled her eyes. They were forced for the most part; even now, her hatred and disgust for who and what William was and for what he'd put her through over the last year made her strong and angry. "I love you, baby. I would never hurt you. You KNOW that!" He stepped out from between her and the bright, distant sun. She squeezed her eyes shut as the harsh light struck her, and when she opened them again, he was standing close to her right side, reaching into his jacket pocket. He pulled out a leather wallet and opened it, revealing a DEA badge and a man's identification. There was blood on it. "He forced me, baby," she continued, her sobs and tears magnified. "He said if I didn't work for him ... if I didn't help him ... didn't find SOME-thing ... he would arrest me ... arrest me for that thing in Miami ... remember baby, that thing in Miami?" "That thing in Miami..." "Miami, baby. Remember. I killed a man for you. He knew! He knew ALL about it." "He knew about it..." "Yeah, baby." "About how you killed a man ... for me." "Yeah, baby, remember...? I killed for you." She poured on the water works now, crying out, "I KILLED for you. I wouldn't hurt you. He made me help him! He made me." "How did he know, Louisa." She was sobbing uncontrollably now, the fear and despair more genuine than not. She knew she was dead. In a way, after a year of degrading herself in the ways she had, she almost welcomed death. Almost. She hadn't gotten her man; she hadn't gotten William Harris and, even now, she was contemplating her failure at nailing one of the country's most ruthless criminals. Her disappointment with not seeing him behind bars or dead was more the reason for her current emotions than what she knew was coming. "How did he know, Louisa," he repeated, leaning over a bit more, putting his face directly before her own. "Look at me, Louisa. Sweetheart, look at me please." When she didn't open her eyes, he snatched a handful of her hair, pulled her head up forcefully, and yelled into her face, "LOOK AT ME!" She only sobbed. It was over. Time to simply allow what ever was coming to come. "HOW ... did he know you killed for me in Miami ... BABY? And considering WHAT you are ... why are you still on the job, and not sitting in a cell awaiting your review board?" He reached into the opposite jacket pocket, withdrew a second ID wallet, and opened it, revealing yet another badge and another identification, this one with her photo. Still holding her head up off the block, he read, "Maria Bowers ... D ... E ... A." He released his grip on her hair and her head slammed against the hard, thick maple, eliciting a quick cry of pain between the continuing sobs. "These badges... They aren't licenses to kill. This isn't some James Bond movie. You put a gun to that man's head, pulled the trigger, and blew his brains out all over his car. And yet... You must have REALLY wanted me BAD." He set both wallets out before her, opened, so that she could see their contents. "He kept it in his car. Your badge. So that when it was time to take me in, you could flash it in my face and make the arrest yourself." Her sobs began to diminish as the anger began to return to her. "He told you that." "Yes." "Before you killed him." "Yes." A moment of relative silence passed before she said knowingly, "And now you're gonna kill me." When he didn't answer, she lifted her head and searched for him. He was again between her and the sun, the halo about him making the tall, muscular man appear even larger than it was. After a moment, he answered, "Yes ... Maria. I'm going to kill you." She heard feet upon the tile out of view behind her, and realized for the first time that they hadn't been alone. The door opened again, and three or four men shuffled inside. "But..." William said softly, hesitating before he finished, "...not before some of the men got an opportunity to show you what I do with women who ... who hurt me." Maria tried to see who was behind her, knowing that information is power. The pain prevented her from twisting enough. Instead, she looked back to William and growled, "FUCK you ... BABY." With amusement in his voice, he responded, "No, baby. That's over. Sorry." She heard a familiar sound, but before she recognized it for a zipper descending at a man's groin, she felt a strong pair of hands clasp her buttocks, pulling them apart. She could have begged and pleaded. She could have cursed and spit. Instead, Maria simply stared at the head of the large silhouette before her and took what was coming her way. The man's intrusion was painful, causing her to grimace. She could have made it harder for him, squeezing the right muscles to close herself to him. But, she knew it was hopeless and, in the end, would only be more painful to her. So, she 'let him in'. As the man pounded his cock deep inside her, harder and faster with each thrust, William asked with feigned sincerity, "He's not hurting you, is he ... baby?" Maria's response was a spreading smile and a chuckle, rising deep from within her. She answered firmly, "No ... baby. He feels ... good." William laughed as well. "I'm happy to see you're enjoying this." Suddenly, the man inside her grasped her hips tightly, rammed himself deep inside her one last time, and grunted in orgasm. She could feel his dick lurching, emptying; it disgusted her to think of this uninvited man taking pleasure from her this way, and yet she was glad it was some unknown henchman as opposed to the man whose dick had been in her pussy -- and mouth, and ass -- on so many occasions over the past twelve months. She laughed, "He didn't last long ... baby. But you know what ... he lasted longer than YOU usually did." She could see his head shaking slightly, amazed at her attempt to needle him in this way. "Funny," he said simply, following it with, "Next. NEXT!" Maria grimaced again as the man pulled his cock out of her suddenly. A moment later, the hand of a second man was attempting to direct his not-quite ready erection into her swollen, now-wet hole. Again, she laughed. "This one's got your OTHER problem ... an inability to GET ... IT ... UP!" "Next! Someone else." William's tone was beginning to show his frustration, and Maria could sense it. She mimicked him, "NEXT! Someone who's more man than that! More man than your boss, the big dick in this operation." A male voice she recognized said, "Move. Get out of the way." She felt the second man's hands rip away from her body and knew he'd been forcibly sent away. She felt pressure at her pussy, then cried out in pain as a larger than expected cock rammed deep into her in one, violent plunge. "I'll fuck you to death, bitch," a voice growled deeply. "Frankie...?" Maria feigned joy at the knowledge of who was pummeling her pussy. She tried to look back, but could only see the shape of his body. But it was the voice of the man who was her full time chauffeur. She endured the pain of what was truly a mean fuck as she returned to her taunting. "Frankie! BA-by. Oooo, baby, I knew it was you, baby. I could tell the moment you got inside--" "You're cute," William said softly, trying his best to hide his disappointment that his former 'cop' lover wasn't pleading for mercy. "You were always cute." She ignored him, continuing to applaud the man raping her. "DO it, baby, DO it! Just like last time, baby. Remember last time, baby." Maria felt hesitation in Frankie's thrusts. She continued complimenting him, causing him to slow even farther. "I never fucked her before, William!" Frankie defended, his tone filled with obvious concern. "This is the first--" "Tell'im the truth, baby. We fuck like this every time his back is turned. DO it, baby. FUCK me like William could only HOPE to fuck me." "I wouldn't do that, boss." Frankie was beginning to sound as panicked as Maria had feigned being upon William's initial arrival. "Boss...?" "Fuck me, Frankie--" The pain rising in her was almost unbearable, but she endured, willing herself to deny the crime boss the satisfaction he sought from this entire affair. William again started for Maria's side, again blinding her temporarily with the harsh light of the sun that had almost risen out of frame of the window. "FUCK me!" Maria continued, waiting for her eyes to adjust and find William, now standing over her with his hands upon the cutting block, holding his weight. "Just like before, baby. FUCK me HARD." "Shut up," William said almost in a whisper. "Boss?" Frankie was questioning, beginning to lose his steam. "FUCK ME, FRANKIE!" "Shut up," William commanded his treacherous lover. Without looking up from her own gaze, William ordered, "FUCK her!" "DO it, Frankie! Does it feel like last time--" "Boss, I didn't..." Frankie's thrusts had come to an end, with his dick half in, half out of his employer's lover. "You know what your problem in bed was?" William asked, his smile now absent and his face red with fury. She laughed her answer, "I wasn't a sheep? Or maybe Frankie's your style?" "You TALKED too much," he said, quickly ripping a large caliber semi-automatic pistol out of the holster inside his jacket, rising to height, and firing a shot. Maria flinched at sound of the shot, then grimaced in pain as she felt Frankie's dick pull from her at an odd angle. She was still for a moment, waiting for the second shot to enter her and listening to one of the still living men behind her mumbling prayers in Spanish. But the second bullet didn't come. She looked up at William to find him holstering the weapon, looking down at her. He made a talking hand gesture with his free hand, saying, "And all that yap yap yap ... GOD, you really knew how to fuck up a good screw--" He looked beyond her to the men she couldn't see. He waved his free hand at them dismissively, saying, "Get him out of here. Go. ALL of you ... GET the FUCK OUT of here! We're done." Maria remained silent as she listened to the other unseen men shuffle out of the building, dragging Frankie's body along with them. She raised her head to rest again on her upper arm, watching William as he stared out the window toward the tops of a grove of tall palms. A minute, perhaps two passed before she lowered her head to the block, pressing her forehead to the hard maple and continuing her taunt in a soft, almost loving voice. "I'm sorry that I fucked up your good screw." He chuckled, then laughed loud and long. He turned to look at her, saying, "You knew that would happen. One thing I gotta say for you, you're one smart fucking cop." "You could fuck me, William," she said, trying to wiggle her aching ass in invitation. She didn't want him inside her, of course. She only wanted his semen -- his DNA -- inside of her, to identify him as her rapist and killer later when they found her body in a shallow grave or floating in a river. She added, "For old times sake." When he didn't answer, she raised her head unsteadily, showing her weak smile, and said, "I won't talk. Promise." THREE DAYS LATER: The Coroner's Assistant pulled back the sheet, causing the young red head on the other side of the glass to turn away in horror. She buried her face into the chest of the man standing with her and whimpered, "Oh God, it's her ... it's Maria." Martin Speers nodded to the Assistant, then lead his distraught friend away to the lobby. He scribbled "Victoria Thomas" where a second Assistant indicated with an outstretched finger. When the man in the lab coat began to give Martin trouble about signing for her, he flashed his DEA Special Agent badge and said sternly, "Make it work." Outside of the Morgue, he led her across the street to the park. "Who did this to her?" Vicki sobbed. "Who would do this to my sister? Kill her, and dump her in the ocean." Martin sat her down on a bench away from the other park goers, holding her close to him. Vicki continued to murmur, distraught, and when her words finally gave way to a quiet, continuing sob, he said, "We need to talk about your sister and what she was working on. I know this is hard, but sooner would be better than later. Can you tell me anything about what she'd learned? Did she tell you anything that would help us arrest Harris?" Victoria wiped away her tears and looked up to Martin. "What are you talking about? Who is Harris?" "William Harris. The man whose organization she had infiltrated more than a year..." Martin hesitated, suddenly realizing that he'd made a mistake thinking 'sisters don't keep secrets', even if one of them is an undercover agent deep inside one of the most ruthless criminal organizations in the country. "Maria worked in an office," Vicki responded, beginning to show her dismay at learning she'd been led astray about her sister's dangerous involvements. "I don't know much about her work, but she was transcribing audio from wire taps ... watching video tapes, or digital recordings, or how ever you do it nowadays. She said it was boring, and that she hated it because it kept her away from her family for days ... sometimes weeks. But she said it was important..." She saw the look in his eyes, followed by a gentle, contradicting shake of the head. "What...? What ... are you saying she--" "Maria was undercover, Vicki. She had been, for almost two years." Her expression was one of total disbelief. "No. NO. She was sitting in a cubicle in Washington doing OFFICE work." He tried to keep his tone soft, knowing she was confused, distraught, even angry. "No, Victoria. She was on assignment, undercover inside ... well, I can't really tell you that. But what she was doing WAS important, that's true." "What was she doing?" Her tone had taken a definite turn toward the angry side. Martin hesitated, looking about as if he expected to see men in trench coats and dark glasses ready to pounce if he disclosed classified information to her. "She was trying to get close to a man named William Harris." "Who is he?" "He's a very bad man." She tilted her head with a disapproving look. "I'm twenty-two, not twelve. Who is he? And don't give me the glossed over, PG-13 version." He hesitated for a moment, then -- knowing she needed to hear it -- gave it to her in the most concise way he could. "Your sister was collecting information on an international criminal, William Harris. He runs a crime syndicate that every month moves hundreds of millions of dollars in weapons, drugs, stolen merchandise ... women. They call him 'Mild Bill' Harris." "Mild Bill?" He hesitated. "He is a very even tempered, soft spoken man ... mild. Until you cross him ... and he kills you." Vicki looked away, shocked again by the memory of her sister laying on that cold slab. "Your sister had spent a year building a cover to get close to Harris, then another year inside his organization." "What was her cover?" He hesitated once again. "Are you sure you want to hear all of this?" "WHAT was her cover?" He drew and released a deep breath before saying bluntly, "Call girl." Vicki's eye's widened, then -- as the realization struck her -- her mouth fell open as well. "She was sleeping with this ... Mild Bill." Martin didn't answer, instead just staring into his new friend's eyes. "Maria was FUCKING the man who KILLED her?" "It was her cover, Victoria. It was her ... no, it wasn't her job. But, it was something that she chose to do to get what we needed on William Harris." "She was his mistress," Vicki said, the thought coming to her suddenly. "She wasn't just ... fucking him once in a while. She was..." Vicki looked to Martin to finish the sentence. "For just a little more than a year, yes, Maria was, essentially, living with Harris. She was collecting and passing information on about his operation, and she was helping us to prevent crimes or catch those committing them..." .22 WMR Vicki's sobs returned again, and she fell into Martin's chest. "... but we were never able to pin anything directly upon him. Everything Harris' people did they did without his expressed instructions ... or, at least, without Maria seeing or hearing--" Vicki interrupted his explanation by pulling back and slapped Martin hard enough to turns eyes their way from all directions. She stood quickly and started away, getting only a few paces before he caught up with and cut her off. She stared hard into his eyes, accusing, "How could you let her do that? How could you let that happen to her?" "I didn't! I'm not even in the loop." "In the loop? I don't even know what that MEANS?" "I wasn't part of the case. I'm only here telling you because they know -- my bosses know -- that we are friends." "Who's in charge of this shit? Who got my sister killed by that--" Again, Vicki erupted in distraught sobs. As she came apart, overwhelmed by it all, Martin pulled her close and held her. "We're going to get this guy, Victoria. I promise you." As she sobbed into his chest, the wheels in her young but sharp mind were already turning. In a volume too low for him to hear, she murmured, "No ... I'm going to get this guy." * Coming soon: Chapter 2 -- "Become a whore in three easy steps."