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A
Very Modern Dairy
By
Victor Ramierez
Based
on an idea by Sonadora33
It
all started in the late 21st century, it was just one meteor, a small rock,
uninteresting by normal standards, but it became known as the single most
important event possibly in all human history.
Soon
after the meteor touched down, the sickness came and began to spread, it was all
over the world in days, and then the deaths started. One by one, the men died.
They would struggle with this almost flu-like virus and then they would drop
dead. Every now and then however, one would survive. The occasional man would
fight the virus off and would emerge stronger and more intelligent than they had
been before. Almost as if the brush with death had clarified things for them,
put their lives into sharp focus and they could then see all their mistakes and
what they needed to do to correct things.
Within
a year the world's population had been decimated, only around one in twenty of
the men and boys survived, the Women were untouched, or so they thought. It was
only later on after years of the virus' effect did they realise that it was
slowly making some women sterile, after years of exposure they would then no
longer be able to have any more children, this led women to have their children
early in case they would not be able to have any later on.
Along
their journey of discovery in the years after infection, it also came to light
that the humans were not the only species on which the virus had an effect, all
species were changed in some way, some imperceptibly, others, like the dairy
cattle, were more obvious. From that moment onwards, dairy milk became toxic to
humans, leaving the dairy industry of the world closed for business.
The
population also had another concern, with so few men, how would they continue to
breed. The geneticists stepped in and using dna technology they managed to
fertilise the eggs of single women, giving them the children they so desperately
wanted. However, again, they had not reckoned on the effects of the virus. These
ivf children were not quite right, somehow their dna had been altered and so the
children produced were genetic mutations, they looked normal but they did not
have normal brain function. They could survive as low level members of the
community, menial workers, and the ones who demonstrated enhanced strength and
aggression were put to work as infantry soldiers if a war ever came.
They
often wondered if the meteor was an attack, perhaps there was an alien invasion
coming once they'd been softened up by the virus, or was it just a freak
accident of nature. Four generations later and they still did not know the
answer, as nothing else ever came.
So
on humanity sailed, more and more women were born, and fewer men, perhaps one in
twenty was being generous, but men had become quite a rare commodity.
Gerald
Worthington was a wealthy man, most of the men were wealthy these days, his came
from his family and from donations, gifts from benefactors. When Gerald had been
a young man just starting his career, he had caught the eye of the CEO of the
bank he had just started to work for. She sized him up and immediately she
called him to her office, she wanted children and she was prepared to negotiate
on terms. Gerald was not expected to be involved in their future, he was just a
donor, as was often the case in this day and age, after all there was no way the
small population of men could be expected to be involved in the lives of all the
children they had fathered. Gerald would be well paid and have many perks that
went along with being the father to the CEO's children.
So
on his first day at the office, Gerald found himself fucking his very wealthy
boss over her antique mahogany desk. She was a business woman and didn't have
time to mess around with IVF clinics and the like, so she saw no reason she why
couldn't just get it straight from the source, and if they had a good time as
well whilst doing it then all the better.
Gerald
rose quickly through the ranks, and by the time he had given the CEO her third
baby he was poised to take her job.
Now,
years later, Gerald ran the bank, or at least his staff of underlings did, and
he afforded the bank the prestige of having one of the smartest men on the
planet in charge of their company. It looked good for the shareholders, and
Gerald didn't really have to do anything but show up. Even still Gerald did his
best to perform his duties to the utmost of his abilities.
Gerald
and his wife Suzanne slid smoothly from the opening of the robotically
controlled car, their bags were effortlessly lifted and placed at their front
door by the force field technology projected from the vehicle, and then the car
smoothly rose up from the road surface and glided away down the street.
Gerald
and Suzanne were returning home from a weeklong holiday at their holiday house
in Africa. They had holiday homes on every continent, as most CEOs did, and had
spent a quiet few days being shown the historic sites of the ancient villages
where people had lived in the days before virus, now abandoned, the women having
been moved decades ago into encampments or super villages, to try and retain
some measure of their lifestyle and culture.
They
had finished their time away with a safari through the nature reserve, observing
the animals of the wild savannahs of the continent, watching in awe as the
mutated Rhino species, the Croco-rhino, with it's rows and rows of razor sharp
teeth and layers of crocodile-like skin over a Rhino's body, playfully flirted
with their safari wagon. Croco-rhinos were known for their strange affection
towards safari wagons, and as long as no one was stupid enough to exit the
vehicle and become lunch, everyone was perfectly safe as the killing machine
cooed and nuzzled at the steel secure frame around the front of the vehicle.
Eventually they had left the forlorn beast as it howled for its lost love and
had then returned home on the company's super sonic continent hopper, GFC 2.
Their
daughters Lisa and Teysa had stayed at home, they were on a visit home from
their college in England, and they really wanted to just hang around at home and
catch up with any of their friends who might call home for the holidays too.
Gerald
was a fit, intelligent man. He was toned and tanned from a mixture of workouts
and genetic retraining of his body, and recently he had had them increase his
skin colour to give himself a nice tan. His brown hair was thick and currently
frozen in a modern style, he ran his hand through his hair as he watched his
beautiful wife walk up the stairs to their front door, her shapely arse wiggled
in her tight pants as she walked, sending a wave of lust through him.
Gerald
liked to be up to date, he used the latest hair manipulation techniques to keep
it looking its best and in the most modern business style at all times. His
clothing was first class, and he always looked like he had just stepped out of
an Italian fashion house.
The
Worthingtons lived on residential island 4, known as Amazonia. These residential
islands had been built as a way to distinguish between the merely wealthy and
those who really had some money. They had lived here for around 5 years now,
having moved up from Britannic, Island 6 when Gerald had become CEO.
Their
house here was twice the size of the old one on 6 and they enjoyed having people
over to show off their palatial home.
Gerald
had even included his favourite anachronism in the design of the house; it had a
garage for a road car. Pressing the button on his platinum plated watch, Gerald
watched in satisfaction as the door slid open to reveal the old style garage
inside, and there in the darkness was the sleek shape of his pride and joy, his
Ferrari. This wasn't one of those modern gliders; this was a real car, with a
petroleum engine. There were only a few in working order outside of museums, and
given the cost of its ancient fuel source, they were almost never seen on the
road in public. Gerald liked to take it out for a spin, enjoying the stunned
looks on the faces of pedestrians as the red rocket, chrome wheels spinning,
shot past them on the ground, where so few cars ever drove any longer.
Gerald
loved his car; it had taken him years to find one, and had taken the last year
to have it fully restored. His baby was a roadworthy machine and he had only
driven it four or five times so far.
Gerald
stepped into the darkness of the garage, his eyes could sense the small amount
of light as it reflected of the superbly polished metal, and as he moved along
the car he allowed his fingers to run down the smooth panels, stroking the
aerodynamic metal as he ran his fingertips along it.
Suddenly
Gerald jerked his hand back, his fingers had caught something sharp and he could
feel the warm blood beginning to pool and drip to the concrete floor.
"Lights!"
yelled Gerald in pain and was stunned as the room illumination came up in
intensity to reveal his treasured car, with an almost lengthwise scrape down the
side, he could see the torn metal where he had cut himself, and he was aghast.
What had happened to his car!
His
head snapped around and he glared upwards at the floor of the room upstairs
where he knew his 18 and 19-year-old daughters would be comparing the gifts
their mother had brought home for them.
Lisa
and Teysa, along with Suzanne, all looked up as Gerald appeared, red faced and
angry in the doorway.
"So
who wants to tell me?" he could feel the veins in his neck popping up as
his blood pressure went up.
He
glared across the room at the three of them; his wife was staring up at him in
surprise, her thin figure almost quivering from the shock of seeing him enraged.
"Gerald,
what are you talking about?" his wife turned her beautiful face, framed by
shoulder length brown hair, to stare at her agitated husband.
"They
know!" he pointed accusingly at his blonde daughters, who were intently
studying the floor. The two girls, who were athletically built like their
mother, seemed to almost become smaller under their father's angry gaze.
"It
was an accident Daddy," explained Teysa.
Gerald
nodded, he knew Teysa would be the one responsible for it all, as the younger
sister she was the more rebellious and hot-headed one. Somehow she could always
convince her older and more sensible sister, Lisa, into doing what she wanted.
"We
just thought we'd take it for a test run," added Lisa, hoping that would
explain away some of the damage.
"Oh
girls, you didn't?" their mother realised what had happened, and was
annoyed with them. "You know how long your father worked on that car."
"What
did you hit? Was anyone hurt?" Gerald was ready to strangle them himself,
their beautiful faces looked slightly concerned, they had never seen their
father this angry before.
"It
was a pole, a stupid flagpole Daddy. We're so sorry," pleaded Teysa. Lisa
nodded in agreement.
"Neither
of you have ever driven a car before, what made you think you could control one
of the most powerful sports cars ever built?"
"It
always looked so easy when you did it Daddy," Lisa explained.
"No
one was hurt, that's the main thing isn't it?" Teysa trailed off as her
father turned his back and walked out of the room.
"I
cannot believe you would be so stupid and irresponsible," Suzanne stood up
glaring at her daughters. "We will discuss this further after I see how
your father is coping." She stood up in disgust and stormed out of the room
to find her distraught husband.
"Wow,
I knew they'd be angry but I was expecting that," for once Teysa looked
surprised at the reaction.
"What
did you think he'd say?" Lisa shook her head; her sister could be pretty
stupid sometimes. "I don't think any amount of batting your eyelashes at
daddy is going to calm him down today."
"I
can't look at them at the moment Suzie. I'm going to go to the club have a talk
to the boys and try to take my mind off it."
"Ok
dear," Suzanne smiled sympathetically at her husband and pressed the robo
call button, expecting a glider to arrive within moments of her husband's
arrival on the street outside.
Chapter
2
After
the failure of the genetically created IVF babies the women of the world only
had one option left for normal children, the remaining men would have to share
their sperm around, every day they would need to impregnate someone, just to
keep population levels at a decent amount.
In
answer to this the Men's Clubs were born. In each city where there is a
hospital, there is also a Men's Club attached to it. These clubs were created to
entice the men to come of their own free will and donate their sperm in exchange
for a gym, a sports area, food, drink and entertainment.
The
clubs all had a stage, private rooms and refreshments served by gorgeous
waitresses, many of who were volunteering their services for the good of the
community.
Around
the stage were arranged comfy lounge chairs, all with a great view of the show.
The chairs served a dual purpose, as they were also sperm collection couches. As
the men sat in the chair, some naked, others in robes, one of the pretty
waitresses would attend them. They would attend to their cocks, with their hands
or mouths if needed and then once ready, they would slide a collection tube over
the erect cock, which was connected to the machine that would suck on their cock
via the tube, like a giant milking machine or a giant network of sex toys for
men. Eventually the guys would orgasm and the sperm would go to the IVF clinic
at the hospital to a waiting woman who was ready to breed.
Gerald
was a bit listless this afternoon, still upset by the damage to his car, he
looked around for his friend Henry.
"Young
lady, have you seen Mr Wilson?" asked Gerald to a young brunette girl
dressed in a short skirt and very tight white blouse.
She
smiled a radiant smile, making her entire face glow with happiness.
"Mr
Worthington, how lovely to see you. No I don't believe Mr Wilson has been in yet
today. I'll let him know you're looking for him though."
Gerald
nodded absently, and looked around unsure of what to do with himself whilst he
waited for his friend. He pulled the belt tighter on the towelling robe he was
wearing and looked around the bar area to see if there was anyone there he
wanted to talk to.
"As
a treat today sir, we have the special indoor volleyball championships on this
afternoon."
Gerald
turned back to stare at the waitress.
"What's
that?"
"Two
of the university championship teams are playing a special exhibition game, in
the main auditorium. Nude volleyball, of course," she smiled at him.
"Alright,
I might go and have a look at it," he looked around absently, and then
seemed to really notice the young woman for the first time.
"So,
Georgia," he smiled as he reached out and ran his fingertips along the gold
name badge over her left breast. "I think I'll go in and watch for a while,
send Henry in to see me when he arrives. I think I'll need some help with my
collector too," he lightly took hold of the side of her head and ran his
thumb over her plump red lips.
"Of
course, sir," she smiled and gave his thumb a sensual suck. "Always
happy to assist."
She
held out her elbow for him to take her arm and she led him away to the main
auditorium.
The
room was half full, there was a collection of around fifty couches arranged
about the room and in the centre was the wooden flooring, marked out in red
painted lines, with a volleyball net floating effortlessly in place halfway down
the surface.
On
one side were a group of nude women, dressed in purple accents, visors, knee and
elbow pads, socks and shoes, the other team wore yellow items, and were
otherwise also completely nude. He watched for a moment as they ran and dove for
the ball, their athletic bodies straining and sweating as they played the game
with real intensity.
Gerald
smiled at Georgia and pointed at two empty couches near the side of the net.
"There,
that will do nicely."
She
nodded and led the way over there.
Quickly
she undid his robe and slid it off his shoulders, folding it up and storing it
in the locker under the base of the couch.
She
ran her hand down his hairy chest, to take hold of his semi-erect cock at the
base, gently cupping his balls with the other hand.
She
smiled and released him as he then slid backwards onto the recliner lounge, and
locked it into position, placing his hand on a sensor which automatically set
the chair for his preferences and also recorded which couch location he was
providing his sample from today to keep tabs on his tally.
Gerald
looked up at the game as he laid his head back on the headrest, enjoying the
sight of a pale looking redhead on the purple team, jumping for the ball to
spike it back over the net, almost knocking herself out with her large breasts
in the process.
"I'm
very stressed today Georgia, I think it's going to take more than a hand to get
me going."
"Absolutely
sir," Georgia smiled and ran her fingers down the front of her blouse,
causing the seal to open and expose her medium sized naked breasts beneath.
"Nice,"
smiled Gerald at her.
"Why
thank you sir," she nodded her head and then slid down in front of him to
her knees, quickly she moved between his legs and leaned forwards to sensuously
slurp his cock into her mouth.
Gerald
watched her for a moment, enjoying the sight of his cock sliding between her
plump lips as she stared at him longingly, imploring him to become erect, to
show everyone that she had done a good job. If she did a good job then one day
she might be classed as worthy, and if she was worthy then she could apply to
the hospital and go on the waiting list for a sperm donation to have a child of
her own. Or better still, one of the men might simply fuck her and make her
pregnant that way, if she was lucky.
Gerald
sighed and ran his hand through her hair as she bobbed back and forwards on his
cock.
One
of the men was touching her as she worked, that was a very good sign that she
was a capable cocksucker, her heart jumped for joy.
She
could feel his cock, rock hard in her mouth and yet she didn't want to stop, she
was enjoying this too.
"You're
very good at that, and I am loathe to mention it, but shouldn't you be putting
the collector on me before I come in your mouth?" Gerald smiled at her, as
she looked up at him with her big green eyes.
"Sorry
sir," she smiled and reached under the end of the couch to connect the hose
to Gerald's own personal collection end piece, which had been surreptitiously
brought out from the holding room by another hostess while she had been working
on Gerald's cock. With a snap the collector came to life and was ready for
action, Georgia then slid the collector over the length of Gerald's erect cock
and watched as it seemed to expand further as the suction took hold of his
manhood.
Gerald
sighed again, happily enjoying the sensations of the machine as it sucked him
towards an orgasm.
"Bring
me a drink, my usual," he instructed her as he reached forwards and took
hold of a black square on the white blouse, over her right breast. He pressed
his thumb against it and immediately the black material reacted, his thumbprint
could then be seen in hot pink against the black background.
Georgia
looked down at it for a moment, and then looked up with unrestrained glee.
"Thank
you so much sir," she grinned and almost ran off to get his drink.
Gerald
has reserved her exclusively for the rest of his visit, this meant she would be
his personal valet for the length of his stay, and it also went on her record,
making her one step closer to going on the baby list.
Gerald
watched the game, taking in the nuances of the women's bodies, the muscles in
their fit stomachs as they stretched and leapt, their toned arses as they ran,
and their varying sized breasts wobbling or bouncing as they played to win.
Gerald
was going to speak to Director Nancy and commend her for today's entertainment.
Not since the time they had nude gymnasts or the nude ballet, had a sporting
event been this interesting.
The
collector was doing its job and along with the visual stimulation from the
volleyballers, he could feel himself building up to orgasm.
Georgia
handed him his ice-cold glass and he began to sip from it, as she reached over
and began to stroke his chest and nipples, lightly rubbing her fabric covered
breasts against his arm, stimulating him further.
"Good,
that's good," he groaned quietly.
Georgia
leant forwards and softly began to nuzzle his ear as she ran her hand down his
chest to cup his balls again, softly squeezing them as she felt them contract in
her hand.
Gerald
groaned and she looked down at the transparent tube, watching the white sticky
sperm shoot out of his cock, hit the transparent surface of the collector tube
before it was whisked away into the storage vials inside the controller.
"Lovely,
well done sir," she purred at him as she stroked his hairy chest.
Gerald
exhaled and drank down the rest of his drink.
"Get
me another one, and there's Henry," he pointed across the room to his
friend who was standing in the doorway looking around, also dressed in a robe.
"Send him over on your way past," he gave Georgia a playful slap on
her butt as she grinned back at him and headed off.
Henry
was slightly older than Gerald, and his hair had gone totally white, many people
said it made him look more distinguished. His job gave him prestige and power,
Henry was a modern dairy farmer, and better yet, because he was a breeding male,
his farm was also a stud farm.
It
has been one of Gerald's first visits to one of the more upmarket Men's Clubs.
When he had hit puberty he had begun attending the local hospital that had a
small Men's Club, but after he had finished his studies and returned home to
look for a job in his early twenties he had finally started to visit the Men's
Clubs in the big cities. The places where all the real business deals were done,
where the real power of the world was wielded, decisions made and vast sums of
money spent.
On
this occasion he sat down in a recliner and started to watch a nude women's
wrestling match, and the guy in the couch next to him extended his hand for a
handshake. He wanted to chat, so after the two of them made their donations and
watched the two busty blondes squirm and wriggle around on the mat, Henry and
Gerald spoke for the first time in their lives.
Henry
was a dairy farmer, which was of great interest to Gerald. Dairy farms were a
strange anachronism in the modern era, a hangover from the days when cows had
been non-toxic. In the years that followed humanity had tried several different
types of milk to replace cow's milk, and soon discovered that the only milk
which had not been genetically altered by the virus to be toxic to humans, was,
in fact, human milk.
Gerald
asked question after question about the operations of his farm, and Henry was
genuinely happy to see someone who was so interested in his profession.
The
following day Gerald had gone out to the farm to visit and get a look at how
things worked first hand.
Gerald
and Henry walked the farm, it was much smaller then than it is now, but it was a
strong business that was running with three sheds, full with milking females.
"Some
of the women here volunteer, we pay them food and board plus a small wage,"
Henry was acting as a tour guide as he showed his new friend through the milking
shed. He pointed at a wire frame style contraption which the women were all
laying on, sort of like a stylised, human-shaped table, their arms hung down the
front and their legs hung down at the back, strapped to the legs of the table so
they couldn't move about in the middle of any procedure. Their tits hung down
through holes in the tabletop, allowing the suction tubes to be lifted up and
attached by the farm hands that were looking after the ladies in the shed.
The
rear of the table was spread and raised, causing their pelvis to lift upwards,
giving a perfect view of their arse, which also exposed their pussies to anyone
standing behind them. In their mouths were fitted gags, one of those ones with a
metal o-ring to hold their mouth open. Into this hole could be placed a feeding
tube, medicine or any drugs required, or anything else that needed to go into
their mouth.
"Some
of them are placed here by the justice system," Henry indicated a group of
women in the corner of the shed, and Gerald could see the tell tale signs of the
criminal stamp, a bar code which had been burned into the flesh of their
forearms, and for these human cows, onto their buttocks as well so they could be
identified from behind.
"They
serve out their sentences here, and some of them choose to stay when they're
done. At least here they're doing something productive," Henry smiled and
gave one of them a slap on the arse as they walked past.
"What's
in that one?" Gerald asked as they walked out of the steel coloured shed
and he pointed across the yard to a smaller blue and white shed, which looked
like one of those old fashioned red barns from middle America.
"Ahh,
good eye Gerald. That's where my prize winners are kept, or at least where they
will be when I have some," Henry grinned at him. "I'm still working up
to that yet, but I do have a new candidate. Want to have a look?"
"Sure,"
Gerald nodded and followed Henry into the shed.
Inside
this barn it was more old-fashioned, it was all timber and straw. The stalls
were larger and had padding around the sides and had leather accents around the
tops of the stalls and gates.
In
the centre stall Gerald could see a pale woman with her back to them, her
buttocks in the air as she was strapped down to a more comfortable version of
the milking frame he had just seen in the main shed.
"Tina,
have they been milked yet?" Henry turned to the rear of the shed where a
small office could be seen. A tiny blonde stuck her head out, and shook it from
side to side.
"No
sir, we were just about to do it in five minutes."
"I'll
take care of Cynthia," he grinned and nodded towards the barely visible
blonde ponytail in the stall beyond.
"Of
course sir," Tina went back into the office to finish her work.
"She's
a good one young Tina there," Henry nodded back towards the office.
"Not much good for milking, no tits on her, but a good brain. I've got some
people working on some new hormone treatments to pump their udders up a bit
bigger, once it's ready I might give Tina a run in the stalls herself one
day."
The
two of them chuckled as Henry opened the wooden gate to the stall and they moved
across the straw covered floor to stand behind the docile blonde on the milking
machine.
"This
fine milker is the trophy wife of my former main competitor," Henry grinned
in triumph. "You saw the abandoned farm next door?"
"Yeah,
I drove past it," nodded Gerald.
"Well
he was trying to squeeze me out of the market, trying to steal my customers.
We'd been playing nice up until that, room enough for both of us and all that
sort of thing."
Gerald
nodded, understanding what he was saying, while taking in the fine curvature of
the buttocks presented before him.
"I
decided if he wanted to be like that, then damn the man and I'd take everything
from him. Teach him a lesson in humility."
"Quite
fair, I'd say," grinned Gerald as he glimpsed the blonde pussy peeking out
from between the thighs of the woman as she tried to adjust her position on the
table.
"Sent
him bankrupt, he couldn't keep up with my reserve funding so I drove the prices
down and sent him out backwards."
"So
what about her?" Gerald asked as he ran his hand down the curve of her
flesh, making her jump a little at the unexpected contact.
"Couldn't
afford to keep her. Trophy brides are expensive, especially when you're still
paying off their enhancements, especially when they're a fashion model like
Cynthia here."
"No!
That's not Cynthia Harris is it?"
"Absolutely,
nothing but the best around here."
Cynthia
Harris had been the undisputed queen of fashion modelling, her Nordic looks had
harkened back to a bygone era, to the days of the original catwalk fashion
models. She had married a man several years her senior and then had disappeared
from the world stage. Many months later she started to reappear at events,
parties and celebrations, and it was rumoured that she had been having genetic
enhancement treatment to improve her looks and her assets, which had been
substantial to begin with. Then just as suddenly both of them had vanished again
and Cynthia hadn't been seen for months.
Gerald
walked around in front of her and stared at the very familiar face, many times
he had watched a presentation featuring her, a swimsuit calendar or the like.
Now here she was, looking somewhat embarrassed and trussed up to a milking
table, with her milky white breasts swinging down beneath the table.
"So
how did you get her?"
"Easy
really. I bought her debts, all that enhancement, if she wants to keep it, then
she's got to pay it off. It's not cheap either, so she's going to be getting
milked for a while yet."
"Can
I do it?" Gerald asked eagerly.
"Of
course Buddy, what are friends for," Henry grinned as he unhooked a pair of
hoses with transparent breast shaped suction cups on the ends. He threw a small
pot of something to Gerald, which he easily plucked out of the air and twisted
the lid open.
"Stops
them chafing, smear some all over the tit and then slide one of these over
it," he handed the hoses to Gerald as well.
"That's
all there is to it."
Gerald
nodded and quickly scooped some of the white cream from the container and rubbed
it around the former model's dangling breast. He then pressed the cup up
underneath the breast and watched in fascination as the suction simply pulled
the entire tit into the cup.
Cynthia
groaned slightly as she felt the cream being applied to her other nude breast
and a moment later it was being sucked into the tube too.
This
had happened twice a day for many weeks now and she had almost gotten over the
embarrassment of being milked like some kind of farm animal, but now here she
was again, a new man preparing to milk her and she was flushed red with
embarrassment again.
"That's
all there is to it, just throw the switch and away it goes," Henry flicked
a switch on the control panel and Gerald watched in awe as the milking machine
began to mechanically suck the milk out of Cynthia's boobs.
The
two of them stood there, watching in silence for a few moments. Suddenly Cynthia
groaned, almost in orgasmic pleasure, and shuddered a little bit, trying to
press her crotch down into the padded bench top.
"Enjoying
it today Cyn?" Henry chuckled and slapped her on the arse. "Happens
sometimes, they are getting their titties sucked after all," he laughed.
"So
what happens to it?"
"The
milk?" Henry turned his attention away from Cynthia.
"Yeah."
"Well
it's collected, processed and treated. All traces of any virus are removed and
then it's shipped out to homes where discerning dining is appreciated."
"Is
that all you do here?"
"Pretty
much, although I do intend on expanding the herd, so I can impregnate a few of
them and get a few new young calves ready for milking. Got some new drugs to
speed up growth and that sort of thing too. It's going to be the way to a
milking empire," he slapped Gerald on the shoulder. "What do you think
of that?"
"Sounds
good, I think I might invest in it," he smiled at Henry and after a second
Henry stuck his hand out and shook it.
"Well
alrighty then, pool our resources and we can make some money," Henry
grinned, this was not something he had seen coming. "You'll have to step up
to the plate then, make a few donations to the cows here to help get the herd
growing."
"Ok,
but I get my pick of the herd for my first one."
"I
can live with that," laughed Henry.
Gerald
quickly dropped his hand to open his fly and release his raging erection.
"I
choose Cynthia," he moved in behind her and with a thrust slid his erect
cock into her wet slit in one smooth motion.
"I
thought you might," laughed Henry as he turned and left Gerald to do his
work. "If you pop out a nice little calf Cynthia, that'll knock some money
off your debts, especially if it's a young bull," Henry closed the door and
turned back to look at his new business partner.
Gerald
loved this, it was every guy's fantasy, he was banging Cynthia Harris and he was
going to get her pregnant.
Cynthia's
mind was reeling, her tits were still being milked, her warm liquid squirting
out into the unrelenting suction of the machine attached to her breasts. Now
this new guy was fucking her like there was no tomorrow and her owner had given
her to him as some kind of breeding cow. Cynthia didn't know how to feel, she
always wanted a child, but wasn't sure what would happen to this one. She knew
it would be part of the milking herd, not treated as a real person, and as son
as it was old enough to be weaned from her she would lose it. However the
hormones raging inside her helped to make up her mind, she wanted him to put a
baby in her belly, and she didn't care what happened after that.
She
felt his talented cock hitting all her hotspots as it invaded her moist folds,
and waves of illicit thrill ran through her as she surrendered all control over
the situation to this man who would be the father of her child, she could not
stop him and she decided it was best to just go along with it and enjoy it.
Gerald
thrust deeply into her, reaching under to play with her engorged clit as he did
so, and almost immediately he heard a groan from the model, and she started to
shake, he felt her quivering on his cock as he drove it into her again, and that
was it for him too. Using her hips for leverage he pulled himself in as deeply
as he could and pumped her full of his white-hot load of cum.
Once
his orgasm subsided he moved around in front of her and slid his cock into the
o-ring in her mouth, using her mouth to clean their combined juices from his
cock.
Cynthia
hung her head in exhaustion as the machine continued to drain her tits of her
baby milk, and she did not see Gerald zip up his pants and leave the stall.
Henry
was chatting with Tina as he waited.
"You
might have to provide your services to her a few more times before she's
impregnated," Henry nodded back at Cynthia's stall.
"I
don't think that will be a problem, Gerald grinned.
In
the years that followed the two men had become best friends and reliable
business partners. Henry knew what he was doing and Gerald knew this and allowed
him to run the business without interfering. On many occasions during the early
years Gerald had made trips to the farm to impregnate some lovely cow or two,
helping to increase Henry's herd. Now many years later the farm was one of the
largest in the country, if not the world, and was certainly one of the most
awarded.
Henry
sat and allowed Georgia to give him a quick hand job to prepare his cock for the
collector, which she then slid over it. Henry gave her a 'thank you' fondle of
her tit underneath her blouse and she sat happily between the two men who she
was looking after today.
"Have
a drink with me Henry," Gerald snapped his fingers and Georgia quickly left
to fetch Henry's favourite drink, as recorded in the files behind the bar.
She
handed it to Henry and he looked at the morose face of his friend.
"Ok,
I can't stand it, what's wrong?"
"The
girls have wrecked my Ferrari, not the glider, the real one."
"Ok,
now I get it. So you didn't kill them then? Well that's a good start. What are
you going to do?"
"They
claim they'll pay for it, but there's no way they ever could. It cost a fortune
and even just to get those panels fixed up will take more credits than they can
lay their hands on. I don't know what to do with them," Gerald shook his
head and took another swig of his drink.
"I
have some farm hand work going, you could always make them work for a living,
let them see how much hard work goes into fixing a Ferrari. Huh? What do you
say?"
"That
might not be such a bad idea. Let me think about that."
Suddenly
a cheer went up from the crowd of men as the busty blonde on the purple team
tried to send the ball back over the net and ended up falling over on her butt,
her legs spread apart putting her neatly trimmed pussy on full view for all to
see.
"I'll
let you know tomorrow," said Gerald as he thought to himself about it, and
Henry paid no attention, as he loved the comedy playing out in the game of naked
volleyball.
Chapter
3
Lisa
and Teysa stared intently out of the windows of the transport vehicle. Daddy had
arranged for a trans-van to come and ferry the two of them out to the farm where
they were going to be working.
It
had almost been a relief for both of them when many hours later their father had
returned home and suggested a way they could repay the damage they had caused.
For
once Lisa had jumped at the chance, eager to make it up to her father, and her
sister had been the one that needed a little bit of convincing.
However
neither of them had ever seen a working farm before, so it was the thought of
some adventure that swung it for Teysa, so they had both agreed to work on the
farm to settle up their debts.
The
paddocks and farmland flashed past as the trans-van shot along the road to the
farm. The computer control was precise and they managed to maintain a high speed
whilst still avoiding all the bumps and potholes in the old farm road.
The
girls both squealed in delight as they could see real cows, some sheep and
several horses wandering around, grazing at the back of the paddocks.
"Look,
look!" Teysa pointed out the window, never having seen a real cow before.
"I didn't know there'd be animals here."
"Daddy
said they're wild now, remnants of the herds from the days when people used to
farm them and eat the meat," stated Lisa staring intently as they
disappeared around a bend in the road.
"People
used to eat horses? Yuck!"
"No,
they rode horses for transport. They ate cows and sheep," she slapped her
sister on the arm.
Suddenly
the vehicle stopped, and with a hiss, the door slid open, the sunlight shone in
and Mr Wilson stood there smiling at them. He held out his hand and helped the
two young women out of the car. Admiring their athletic looking bodies as they
slid out into the open air.
A
moment later and the trans-van did a 360-degree spin on the spot and took off
back down the road again, silent as a mouse.
"Girls,
your father has told me so much about you. He's going to call by later in the
week to see how you're getting on."
An
older woman, around their mother's age, approached them from one of the nearby
sheds. Her long red hair was windswept and unkempt; her lined face broke into a
smile as she approached to greet them.
"Hello,
so nice to finally meet you. Gerald has told us so much about you both. I'm
Henry's wife Janice."
The
girls both shook the hand extended to them, and grabbed their satchels as they
followed the two farmers away from the road.
"Would
you like a tour?" Henry smiled at them.
Henry
led them through the nearest shed, milking time had just begun and they girls
were in awe of all the machinery, which reflected the white light from above,
off all of its chrome surfaces. They watched as a group of naked women almost
waddled in from the outside holding area.
"That's
where they wait before milking, they've been outside doing whatever they do
during the day, and now they are due in here to be milked. Part of your jobs
will be to feed them during the milking, I'll show you," Henry pointed over
at the nearest milking stall.
The
girls watched as an Indian-looking woman, waddled forwards, her bloated breasts
swinging before her, ready to explode from the milk building up inside them.
She
sat down on a steel contraption, like a series of metal bars that had been bent
into the shape of a sort of table.
The
woman's dark skinned backside was resting in a seat shape frame which cupped her
arse from below and she slid her legs apart, slipping her feet into the pockets
of metal at the base of the legs of the frame, holding her legs secure and
spread apart.
She
positioned her belly on the edge of the 'table' before her and laid herself
forwards over it, her large breasts slid down through the gaps in the tabletop
to swing freely below her, and she reached her arms down the front legs of the
table to grip firmly onto the hand rests at the base of the legs. She adjusted
her chin on the soft, lined, chin rest, causing her head to lift up and look
straight ahead at the walkway behind the stall, her black hair in its braid ran
down her spine like a black shiny snake as she waited.
"What
happens now?" asked Lisa, genuinely curious about the whole operation.
"It
depends on the needs of the cow," Henry coked his head to indicate the
computer screen on the far wall behind them. They could see the stalls outlined
on the screen, as each woman entered a stall it went green. They could see a
stream of data running past as it identified the female in the stall, based on
their implanted biochip, their brand, which immediately brought up their milking
requirements.
The
girls watched, as a pair of Perspex looking cups emerged on tubes from the floor
beneath the woman's hanging tits. They extended upwards, they could see some
gel-like substance glistening around the top of the cup, and with a sucking
sound they attached to her milk-laden breasts, smearing the gel on the breasts
as they slid inside the cup. A moment later and they could see the suction
start, the cups moved back and forwards, sucking more and more of her
breast-meat inside them, and with a satisfied groan from the woman, the milk
began to spray out of her engorged black nipples, filling the bottom of the cups
for a moment, before, with a suck, the tube whisked it away.
A
tube dropped down from above, and one of the ladies in the overalls made her way
over to the stall. With a well-practised movement she reached over the railing,
grabbed the tube and slid it into the waiting mouth of the Indian woman.
"Ok,
you ready," asked the worker, and the Indian woman nodded. The farmhand
reached up and pressed a button higher up on the tube and then they could see
some kinds of liquid was slowly making its way down the tube into the cow's
mouth. They could see her throat move as she swallowed.
"This
is how feeding works," Henry pointed at the Indian cow. "She'll slowly
eat the protein meal we're pumping into her, and when she's finished then Pat
over there will stop the food pump and remove it. We can't let our livestock
choke. All of this will be part of your job."
The
girls nodded as they watched Pat feed the Indian woman for a moment, while
beneath her the milking machine was working away on her tits.
A
groan of pleasure from behind them caught their attention and the two young
women immediately turned their heads to see what was happening.
Behind
them in the next row of stalls they could see one of the other women, a 30ish
looking brunette was moaning. They moved to one side and could see that as well
as her suction cups she had been introduced to another tube. This one had risen
up behind her and had pressed its way forwards between her thighs, up to her
pussy and then, with a squirt of lube, had pressed its snakelike tip into her
bald pussy lips, sliding between them to come to rest within her love canal.
Then it began to work its way back and forwards, the rubber tube was fucking her
liked a giant dildo, and she loved it.
"Some
of them need a bit of a kick to get their milk flowing, and there are several
ways. We have found a bit of stimulation works wonders on many of them,"
Henry gestured around to several other cows that were getting the same tentacle
style fuck as they were being mechanically suckled by the giant milking machine.
"We
work out very quickly what they need, and we give them all they need to stay
happy and healthy. After all, these are still people not animals, and they're
our livelihood" he smiled and gave the Indian woman a playful slap on the
arse as they started to move away from her stall.
"We
give them checkups daily and from that we can see if they need any medical
attention."
The
girls watched as Pat pressed a small device against another woman's arm and
quickly it took a reading of her blood and her physiognomy. On the screen above,
a group of new readings appeared and were instantly considered. A new command
appeared and they girls could see the food in the feeding tube suddenly change
colour.
"We
give them supplements, medicine, hormones, whatever they require through their
feeding tubes, mixed into their meal. They don't even notice."
Henry
led them over to a smaller group of stalls near the other door to the shed.
"This
is the start and the end," Henry pointed at the half dozed stalls in front
of them.
"They
newest members of the herd come in here and are given extra special attention.
They often require a lot of medical attention, and usually a decent meal and
some hormones to get their systems in balance. Also helps their titties to
grow," he laughed as he pointed at two scrawny looking girls who has just
laid down on their tables and were getting the cups pressed against their a-cup
sized tits, as they reluctantly took the mouthpiece of the feeding tube between
their teeth and began to slowly take the food from it.
"These
ones are down on their luck, they were fired a few months ago and haven't been
able to get jobs. They came here a few days ago looking for a chance to join the
heard and so now they're on trial. The milk's not flowing yet but they'll get
there. The right hormones and proteins in their food and soon enough we'll know
if they have a future here. Now over here however," Henry turned and walked
further along to another small group of stalls.
"These
are the last days for these four cows," he pointed at the women who were
happily being milked before them. "Their contracts are up and they've sadly
chosen to leave us. As a treat we give them the special stalls over here."
They
watched the four women as their milk-laden breasts squirted out into the cups
and they happily sucked their dinner out of the tube.
"Terri
here," Henry moved forwards and almost lovingly fondled the arse of a
blonde at the end of the stalls. "She's been with us for two years now,
made enough money to buy some farmland of her own. If I remember
correctly..." he said scratching his chin thoughtfully. "I think she
was even more flat-chested and painfully thin than those two over there."
Terri
made an affirmative sort of noise and tried to nod her head as best she could.
"What's
over there?" asked Teysa, pointing over at a partition wall that separated
the milking area from something else beyond it.
"That's
where the breeding pens are. Some of our cows choose to allow us to breed them
and then their calves will be added to the heard when old enough, usually a year
or so on the growth drugs will get them to maturity.
"What?"
asked Lisa.
"Haven't
you seen anyone who was an artificial-gro?"
They
both shook their heads.
"Oh
it's great. Feed them the gro serum and in about a year or so they are fully
gown and mature, a nice new 18 year old who is ready to join our herd to be
milked, or if we're lucky enough to get a bull, then he can be used for stud
purposes."
Teysa
looked at the wall and then back at Henry.
"Do
you think..."
"Can
you have a look?" asked Henry, almost laughing at her embarrassment.
She
nodded.
"Wait
a moment," he turned and grabbed a small screen from the wall nearby.
Pulling it down on its cable, he pressed a few places on the screen and read the
information that promptly appeared.
"No,
that won't do," he said reproachfully to the screen. "Reschedule that
one," he said pointing at an entry on the screen. "I want her brought
in for breeding now."
He
let go of the screen and it lifted quietly back up above head height.
A
red light came on above the doorway to the breeding area.
"Ok
they've brought in one of the ladies for breeding, we'd better get in there so
you don't miss anything."
Quickly
he ushered them through the partition into another area with similar but larger
looking stalls.
They
watched as a tanned looking blonde with c-cup sized tits and a nice firm body,
was led to one of the tables used for milking and everything else here.
"We've
been giving her a fertility treatment for a few weeks and her ovaries are
bursting to go now," he smiled as she was placed on the table.
Instead
of a feeding tube a ring gag was placed in her mouth, spreading her mouth open,
holding her teeth away from biting down.
They
waited for a moment and then a tall, thin man walked in.
"This
is Nigel, he's one of my stud bulls here. Sometimes I will breed them, sometimes
your father even donates to my herd," he smiled as the girls looked shocked
at this. They knew he went to the men's club as did every other man on the
planet, but they didn't know he was also helping to create a dairy herd.
"Ladies,"
Nigel smiled and nodded to them as he removed his tearaway pants, revealing his
naked, toned, legs and arse. He was a middle-aged man, in his early forties, fit
and handsome, dark brown hair beginning to go grey, and with a nice covering of
chest hair. He was a fantastic specimen of manhood. He turned, almost as though
he was trying to give them a good look at himself, and they caught a glimpse of
his semi-erect cock jutting out from his patch of dark brown pubic hair. The
girls were impressed; it was a decent size already, so they knew it would be a
monster when fully pumped up.
"Go
to work lad," Henry nodded to him. "Time is money."
Without
a moment's hesitation, Nigel took hold of his cock and began to stroke it as he
walked forwards to position himself behind the quivering buttocks of the cow on
heat.
"Ready
for this?" he asked her as he pressed the tip of his circumcised cock
against her pussy lips. She was dripping wet, the drugs in her system had her
horny enough to fuck a broomstick, so she was more than ready to take Nigel's
cock.
Nigel
pressed forwards and slid the entire length of his thick cock into her dripping
cunt, with a wet squelch.
She
groaned in ecstasy and Nigel began to slide his cock in and out of her, going as
deeply as he could and then changing to teasing her with just the tip, a little
more, and then sliding the whole length in again. As she slowly increased his
speed, Henry noticed that the two girls were getting a bit hot under the collar
as they watched the show.
"He's
my best bull, couldn't tell you how many fine children he's sired."
"Yeah..."
muttered Teysa, totally distracted.
"You
don't say..." Lisa nodded as she took note of every drop of juice along the
length of that fine cock as it slowly withdrew from the blonde's pussy. She
watched as it popped right out, the pussy lips closing behind it and then a
moment later it again pressed forwards, driving the lips apart as it speared
back inside her, her lips gripping the length of the shaft as it plunged back
into her sodden depths.
The
cow's head snapped back in pleasure as she had a giant orgasm, twisting and
trying to buck around beneath Nigel as he rode her from behind.
"Ok
she's ready," said Henry. He knew Nigel knew that, but this was a show for
the girls.
"Yes
Boss," nodded Nigel as he picked up his pace and began to slam his cock in
and out of the dripping snatch.
"Wow!"
Lisa was dumbstruck. She had never seen another woman getting fucked before, she
had heard her roommate one time at university, and Teysa brought guys home all
the time, and she had too, but she had never actually sat down and watched a
cock giving some chick a good hard pounding. It was an awesome sight to behold.
Nigel
hissed in pleasure and pressed his hips hard against her arsecheeks.
He
stayed there for a few moments until he felt one of the farm hands touch him on
the thigh. This was the signal that they were ready for him to pull out.
Quickly
he slipped his cock out of her cum filled pussy and stepped back, the farm hand
moved forwards and quickly pressed a plug of sorts between her lips and pressed
a button on the end. It hissed and seemed to make her pussy bulge slightly.
"That's
a plug to stop the seed leaking back out for a few hours. It filled her opening
up and nothing will get past," Henry pointed to the device.
Nigel
moved around to the front of the woman and quickly fed the length of his wet
cock into the ring gag, and into her mouth beyond.
"Clean
me up, show how you appreciate the gift I've just given you."
Immediately
he felt her tongue begin to slide around his cock, tickling it as she quickly
caressed every part of it, tasting her juices and the remnants of his come.
If
you girls ever want to be bred, let me know. I like the look of you," he
smiled and grabbed his pants off the rack where he'd left them, and headed away
into the depths of the shed.
"Want
to see the VIP shed?" asked Henry.
The
girls looked at each other, and then nodded to him.
"What
happens there?" they asked almost in unison.
"You'll
see," he grinned as he led the back towards the doorway.
Chapter
4
"Hello
girls, having fun?" asked Janice as she made her way forwards to greet them
as they entered the smaller barn at the rear of the complex. This was a blue and
white building, like an old style red barns of yesteryear.
This
was different to the previous sheds they'd seen; it was smaller and more
intimate in scope. There were only a few stalls, perhaps ten as far as they
could see, and they could see that two of them had occupants at the moment.
In
the centre, a larger stall was decorated with prize ribbons and holos of Henry
receiving prizes at various agricultural shows.
"This
is my prize-winner, my baby," Henry said proudly as he made his way past
them. He ushered them forwards eagerly. "She's won every prize there is.
Best milk, best milk producer, finest breast shape, fastest milk expression, you
name it and she has it here on her wall."
Janice
smiled at them too as she moved forwards to rest on the railing and smile
proudly at the young woman on the milking frame before them.
"This
is Sally, she's our middle daughter, and we were so proud when she wanted to be
a milker, and look at her now," Janice waved her hand around at the
ribbons. This shed was more like a room than a farm shed. The climate was
controlled, the lighting was soft and there was pleasant music in the
background. On the wall in front of Sally was a display screen and she was
watching some holo-dramas as she waited to be milked.
"VIP
cattle don't get treated the same as run of the mill ones," Henry pointed
at the stall which was as wide as a room, had furnishings and other personal
items.
"She
can sleep in here if she likes," Henry pointed at a bed in the corner.
"She could even stay in the milking frame, it's padded and soft."
The
girls stared in at the frame, looking past the naked buttocks of the young woman
to see that her frame was a nice rubberised one with something that looked like
velvet covering it.
"Want
to try milking her? We milk these ladies by hand a few times a week to keep them
from being damaged by the suction from the milking machines. They have to have
nice shaped breasts to win prizes, no saggy floppy ones allowed," Henry
chuckled as the girls looked at each other and then back at Sally.
Teysa
nodded and moved forwards as Janice opened the gate for the two of them to
enter.
"Hello
Sal," smiled Janice as she stroked her daughter's back as she walked past
her, she rested her hand on the light brown hair on her daughter's head as she
leant down to get on eye level with her.
"This
is Lisa and Teysa, they're Uncle Gerald's daughters. They've come to give us a
hand," her mother smiled and Sally grinned back at her.
"I
like Uncle Gerald, he's nice. Is he here too?" she asked hopefully.
"Not
today Sal, maybe later in the week," said her father as he brought a couple
of small stools into the stall and a clear collection container.
"Hello
Daddy," smiled Sally.
"Hello
Sweetie, did you have a good birthday?"
"Yes
Daddy, I didn't think I'd be a prize winning milker at the age of 21 when I was
a little girl," she chuckled.
"There
are worse jobs dear," Janice gave her a pat on the backside as she moved
out of the way and stood alongside the gate.
Henry
placed a stool on either side of Sally, alongside where her d-cup sized breasts
were hanging down through the frame. He put the wide mouthed collection
container beneath them, and indicated that the two girls should be seated on the
stools.
"Ok,
have you ever seen someone milk a lady, or even a cow in an old holo?" he
asked them.
They
both shook their heads, and looked at him expectantly as they sat on the stools.
"Ok,
well it works like this," he bent down alongside Teysa and leaned forwards
to take Sally's left breast in his hand, he gripped it snugly at the base and
began a motion which was a combination of squeezing and pulling downwards. He
did this a few times and suddenly a fine, high pressure jet of milk sprayed out
of her rosy pink nipple.
"Keep
doing that, until the container says its full, it will beep when its time,"
Henry stood back and indicated with his head that they should have a try.
They
two girls both reached forwards tentatively, they had never touched another
woman's breasts before, and they had certainly never milked another woman
before.
"It's
ok, it doesn't hurt," Sally assured them, looking at them from the corner
of her eyes as she couldn't really turn her head that far. "Go ahead,"
she encouraged them.
Teysa
took the initiative and grabbed hold of the breast dangling in front of her, she
gripped it tightly and began to squeeze downwards as Henry had shown her and
immediately a squirt of milk sprayed out.
"That's
it!" Henry was pleased. "Try it Lisa."
Lisa
had a few fumbling attempts before she finally managed to get a squirt of milk
to come out.
A
few moments later and both of Sally's breasts were sending squirt after squirt
into the slowly filling container beneath her.
"Wow,
it's so strange to do this," Teysa was in awe as she continued to jerk on
Sally's breast. Teysa's hand slipped and she suddenly got a squirt of warm milk
all over her fingers.
"First
slip there, Ladies," Henry shook his head, as Teysa was about to shake the
milk off her hand. "Rules of the milk shed, if you spill it then you have
to clean it up. So just pop them into your mouth and clean it up."
She
stared at him for a moment and then realised he was serious. She looked at the
watery milky fluid on her fingers and then reluctantly stuck her tongue out to
taste it, and licked a little bit off her index finger.
"No
bad eh?"
"It's
ok," nodded Teysa as she promptly licked the rest of her fingers clean.
"I
can't believe you did that," Lisa was shocked. "What's it taste
like?"
"Try
it yourself, Sally won't mind," Janice prompted and pointed towards her
daughter's milk laden tit. "Have a suck, try it straight from the
cow," she grinned.
Lisa
stared at her and then back at the swinging breast for a moment, and then
overtaken by the moment, she decided what the hell, she'd go one better than her
sister for a change.
Gingerly
she leaned forwards and felt the rubbery nipple slide around the tip of her
nose, and heard Sally giggle above her. She stuck her tongue out and twisted her
head, grabbing hold of the nipple with the tip of her tongue long enough for her
lips to grab hold of it and suck it into her mouth. She gave it a light suck and
was promptly met with the warm liquid spraying into her mouth, it tasted nice,
sort of sweet in a way. She sucked again and enjoyed the taste so she had a few
more pulls on the teat with her lips.
"Ok,
that will do, we can't make a living if you drink it all," laughed Henry.
"Well
I'm trying it straight form the source too," pouted Teysa as she stuck her
head under and grabbed hold of Sally's other nipple with her lips. A moment
later and Sally had both of them suckling on her lovely tits.
"Alight
girls, back to work," Janice said in a no-nonsense voice she hadn't used
before. This got their attention and they both sat up and began to milk her into
the container again.
"That's
it, only half a container to go and then it's on to the next one," Henry
pointed at the next stall, where they could just make out the top of a blonde
head.
"Who's
in there?" asked Lisa.
"That's
my sister, she was our first prize-winner," Janice smiled proudly.
"I'll introduce you when we're done with Sal."
"This
is my sister Cindy," Janice indicated the middle aged woman who was a
little bit younger than she was. Cindy's blonde hair was neatly tied back in a
ponytail and she quietly sucked her food form the feeding tube. She didn't even
glance up at them.
Cindy
was our first prize winning cow," Henry smiled proudly as he walked up
behind Janice and put his arms around her waist lovingly, pulling her back
against his chest in a hugging motion.
Janice
smiled and nuzzled the back of her head into his neck and sighed happily.
The
girls looked at Cindy for a moment, they could see the family resemblance in the
face, but after years of the fertility treatments her boobs were bigger than
Janice's.
"Do
you remember when Cin first came to us dear?" Janice asked nostalgically.
"Like
it was yesterday," Henry turned to look at the girls. "Cindy came to
visit us when we were only a year or so into the marriage. The farm was
struggling a bit, but your dad was helping out with the breeding so we were just
starting to make a go of it. Janice's mother Alice realised that Cindy had no
direction or purpose in her life so she sent her down here to get a job, and the
moment I laid eyes on her I knew that she was my first blue ribbon girl, we just
needed to convince her of that."
Janice
laughed at the thought of it.
"We
had a few arguments with Cindy until mother called her and told her it was no
longer an option to be a layabout. She practically ordered us to strap her onto
a milking couch, so we did. She's gone from strength to strength ever
since," Jan smiled proudly at her sister.
"Having
a prize winner can set you up for life, it was the making of this company. And
now that Cindy's prime is past, she's still good for breeding occasionally, and
she still gives out some milk. I really just keep her here out of gratitude.
There's no reason why she can't stay in the nice shed until she's too old to
work any longer, plus she's a good influence on the girls," he nodded to
indicate Sally's stall. "Soon our next daughter Madeline will have the
choice to join the family business, she's away at college and it's about time
all that frivolity came to and end and she faced up to her responsibilities, so
if she chooses to do so, she'll get pointers from her Aunt, just like Sally
did."
"It's
that or get thrown aside like an old boot," muttered Cindy under her
breath. "Cast aside as soon as young miss thing over there was old enough
to move in on my spot."
"Cindy,
don't be like that! You know it's not true," Janice seemed genuinely hurt
that her sister would say these things.
"Yeah,
whatever. See you around girls," grumbled Cindy as she closed her eyes and
made it clear she was not going to be talking any longer.
The
girls stared at her for a moment, the tension hung in the air and only the
squelch, squelch noise from the milking cups as they sucked away at her middle
aged tits, dragging another day's load of milk out of them, broke the dreadful
silence in the air.
"Well,
I guess that's all there is to see here. Let's show them their rooms dear,"
Henry suggested to his wife. Her look of sadness was displaced and the normal
look of unbridled optimism returned to her face.
"Come
on, you'll love it. You're in the house, in Sal's old room," and almost
like a giggly schoolgirl she grabbed their wrists and dragged them towards the
door enthusiastically.
Chapter
5
Lisa
looked up as the big screen above them buzzed to indicate the next quota point
had been achieved.
"Great!"
she heaved a sigh of relief and sat down on a nearby stool. She wiped the sweat
from her forehead with her sleeve, and looked across the yard into the nice barn
where they could see two neat and tidy farm hands attending to Sally and Cindy.
Teysa
looked at where Lisa was staring and wiped the sweaty hair from her eyes with a
muddy hand.
"The
climate control works properly in there," she said longingly. "Padded
stools too," she whacked the metal leg of her stool with her thick carbon
boot, and the clang echoed around the room.
"You
won't get over there any time soon," laughed Gisele as she took a swig of
her energy gel, and mopped the sweat from her forehead, wiping the strands of
blonde hair from her face as she made her way over to where they were standing,
staring out the door. "They'll have to die, retire or become milkers
themselves before they ever give up those spots," she pointed at the
jacketed backs of the two women casually working in the nice barn.
"How
much longer are we going to be here Tey?" groaned Lisa.
"At
this rate," she pointed up at the screen where the day's tally was listed.
"We'll be paying off Daddy's bill for years."
"You
girls after money?" Gisele asked.
"Yeah,
wrecked Dad's ground car, antique. Gonna cost a fortune," Teysa slumped
back against the railing behind her.
"You
could always sign on as milkers, you'll get paid a lot more," Gisele
grinned at them and jiggled her breasts beneath her cotton shirt. "Get your
boobs out of your tops and let them suck some milk out, you'll pay that debt off
a lot faster. Something to think about..." She laughed turning her back to
them, and walked away back into the middle of the stalls, disappearing from
view.
The
buzzer went and it was time to return to work as the next group of naked cows
wandered through the door ready to be drained of their baby milk.
"What
do you think?" Teysa asked, they had never considered this idea seriously,
only in a giggly, jokey sort of way.
"I
don't think so," said Lisa, adjusting her top just to make sure she was
covered properly, somewhat uncomfortable at the mere thought of it, and headed
back into the milk stalls to begin work again.
Janice
watched as the girls all returned to work and nodded thoughtfully to herself,
this was something that she and Henry had spoken about briefly but didn't think
the girls would be interested. She turned her back on them and rushed back to
the main house where Henry was working on a deal to distribute his milk
exclusively to the new residential islands as they came online, from the moment
the people arrived only their milk would be available, it was the deal of a
lifetime. They knew they'd need to increase the herd, and they'd need to speak
to Gerald about raising some more capital to obtain more cattle.
Henry
was staring intently at the figures floating in the air before him, he reached
out and tapped a few spots and the figured morphed into other data. He rubbed
his chin, deeply in thought and didn't pay any attention to his wife. She stood
there for a moment waiting for him to look up, and then when he didn't, she
promptly slid into his lap and threw her arms around his neck.
"Hello
there," he grinned at her, surprised, but happy for the brief respite.
"I've
just been down at the sheds, Gerald's girls were talking about needing more
money. They were thinking about becoming milkers..."
Lisa
watched as day after day the money slowly came in, the hours became longer and
the days became harder.
She
found herself staring across at the nice shed, more and more often. She could
hear the soft notes of the pleasant music they were listening to as they floated
across the yard to where she was standing, almost ready to fall down from
exhaustion.
Suddenly
one of the farm hands appeared in the doorway over there, she gave Lisa a glance
and then slid the door shut, blocking her view.
"Tey?"
Lisa called, feeling her sister moving towards her.
"Yes
Lisa, I saw," she nodded her head towards the closed door.
"I'm
so sorry we took the car," Lisa hung her head and was almost ready to start
sobbing. "This is so hard."
"What's
wrong girls?" asked Henry as he stepped out of the office nearby. "You
need to hurry up, shift break is almost over," he nodded at the countdown
clock which loomed largely over the entire shed.
"This
is taking forever, and it's so hard," Lisa slumped against the doorframe.
"I'm
sorry about that girls, there's nothing else I can do."
"What
about if I was a milker instead, how much would we get then?"
"Tey!
No!" Lisa turned her head in shock to stare at her sister.
"You
don't have to do it, but I will, anything to get us out of here faster. Plus
it's so much nicer," she pointed at the closed door across the yard.
"I
don't know, you might be a prize winner" Henry rubbed his chin
thoughtfully. "I suppose we could do something. You'd pay off the bill a
lot faster that's for sure."
Lisa
looked back and forth at the two of them as they began to discuss how the
arrangement might work.
"Hang
on, you're not leaving me here! Ok, I'll do it. How bad can it be?"
"That's
the spirit sis!" Teysa grinned at her, and then turned back to stare at
Henry. "When can we start?"
"I'll
have to speak to your father first," Henry nodded and started to walk out
as the buzzer rang again. "Better get back to work girls," he pointed
at the other door where a group of gorgeous looking nude Negro women were
walking towards their milking frames.
"I
hope dad says yes," Teysa looked up and implored the universe.
"So
it's all going well Gerry," Henry grinned and patted the little Chinese
girl on the back of her jet black hair as she gave him a nice blow job before
she slid his erect cock into the collection tube.
"We
thought we might call down and see them this weekend," Gerald nodded
happily as he lay his head back on the headrest and allowed the lithe blonde
assistant to prepare his cock for insertion into the collection tube.
The
two of them lay there quietly, drinking their beers and watching the nude
pro-wrestling match that was today's entertainment.
Once
they had both made their deposits and their assistants had cleaned them off with
their tongues, they sat up and resumed their conversations as their small
privacy screens slid back out of the way.
"That
big deal's signed off on, Gerry."
"Well
done Henry," he reached out and shook his friend's hand. "Get my
friend another drink," he snapped his fingers and was momentarily
distracted watching the little Asian woman's tight arse as she quickly made he
way to the bar to retrieve another beer.
"We're
going to need some more cattle, so we'll need to raise some more funding."
"Don't
worry about that, I'll see to it in the morning," Gerald nodded and took
another sip of his beer.
"Your
girls wanted me to ask you something too," Henry said, unsure of what
Gerald would say to this.
This
got his attention and Gerald turned away from the busty blonde wrestler who was
body slamming a smaller and yet equally busty blonde, and looked at his friend.
"Yes?"
he asked, his curiosity aroused.
"They
think their debt is taking too long to be repaid, so they asked if they can be
milkers instead. I said I'd ask you, but I don't mind if you're ok with
it."
"Ok,
I wasn't expecting that," Gerald was taken aback by this; he had wanted to
teach them about hard work, and earning their pay. He hadn't expected them to be
this entrepreneurial.
"Interesting
idea. I'll think about it and let them know when we come up on the
weekend."
Suzanne
listened to her husband and she was stunned, she hadn't seen this coming either.
"So
what does this mean?" she was unfamiliar with Henry's business, she just
knew he made milk.
"Well,
they'd be given some hormones to make them lactate, increase their boob size a
bit too, and then they'd be given a special food mix with all the right things
they'd need to stay healthy, then each day they'll be milked and the milk is
then treated and bottled. When they're not milking they're treated very well and
allowed to do as they please. It's quite a good job if you don't mind having
milky tits."
"Tell
me more..."
The
girls were so excited to see their parents; Henry had even given them the time
off so they could show them around the farm instead of working their shift.
Henry and Janice accompanied them, as Teysa and Lisa showed them the sheds, even
though Gerald had seen it many times before.
"And
this is the VIP shed," Lisa waved her arm around like a salesperson,
indicating all the various features of the shed.
"This
is Sally," said Teysa, pointing at the young woman who was bent over the
padded frame before them, idly reading a screen in front of her as the tubes
beneath her drained the milk from her swollen teats.
"Hello
Sally, haven't seen you for a while," Gerald patted her affectionately on
the arse and ran his fingertips up her naked spine as he moved up to the front
of the stall where she could see him.
"Hello
Uncle Gerald," she said happily, as she smiled up at him. "Did you see
my new ribbons," she cocked her head to the side, indicating the sparkly
holographic ribbon that was changing colour automatically, cycling through all
the colours of the rainbow.
"Well
done, you're certainly a prize cow Miss Sally," he laughed at her, and she
went back to her reading.
Gerald
looked back at his girls; they were both surprised that he knew Sally.
"Don't
forget I own part of this farm Girls," he grinned at them.
They
grinned and nodded, realising they'd just been showing him around his own farm.
"Dad,
why didn't you remind us!" groaned Teysa.
"Well
your mother hasn't been out here, so she liked the tour."
"Yes,
thank you girls, most informative," Suzanne grinned and patted her
daughters on the shoulders.
"Now
girls, your mother and I have been talking and we have decided that we're happy
to give you our blessing to be milkers," he said without any fanfare.
The
girls were both dumbstruck for a moment, both happy and yet reserved as to what
they were getting themselves into.
"Now
I have something to speak to you about, you go speak to Henry dear,"
Suzanne shooed him away, so he went to speak to Henry and Janice.
Suzanne
sat down and Lisa and Teysa sat alongside her, looking concerned.
"Don't
worry girls, it's nothing bad," she grinned. "I want to speak to you
about something."
They
both nodded at her to go on.
"Now
you both know, I always wanted to have another child. But the virus spores took
that away from me," she was starting to tear up now, and had to stop for a
moment to compose herself. Both her daughters knew how much pain this had caused
their mother, she loved children and she had been so desperate to have more, she
was one of the minority of women who had a male in her household and she wanted
to take advantage of it, but the infection had robbed her of that chance.
"We
know," Lisa nodded and took her mother's hand supportively.
"I
was thinking about the farm, now that you're going to be here for a while to
repay the debt, then there might be an opportunity..."
"For
what? Tell us," Teysa was eager to find out how they could help her.
"A
breeding cycle," Suzanne managed to utter, staring hopefully at them.
"What
do you mean?" Lisa was confused.
"Well,
you could also be bred as well as being milked. You could be surrogates for me,
have some more children for me. It will be so lonely at home without you both,
and you can give me some new children. Please girls," she took hold of
their forearms and looked meaningfully into their eyes. "You could give me
those brothers and sisters I always wanted for you both."
The
sisters didn't know what to say, they looked at each other and looked back at
their mother, they could see the hope and the desperation written on her face.
"What
would we have to do?"
Henry
handed the two pills to Suzanne and she in turn passed one to each of them.
They
both looked at the white pills and back at Henry.
"That
will kick your bodies into high gear, it gets the ovulations happening, makes
you super fertile for breeding." He nodded at them, indicating they should
take the pills.
They
looked at each other, Teysa shrugged her shoulders and then swallowed it down,
Lisa then did the same.
"Ok,
now for some hormones, vitamins and minerals to get your bodies up and running
for milking, get that white gold flowing," he grinned and held up an auto
injector.
"Show
me those butt cheeks ladies," he grinned as he waved the injector at them.
Teysa
slowly slid the waist of her pants down and slid her underwear down to reveal
her pale white skin. Henry could see she was a toned and athletic sort of girl,
her arse was not at all flabby. He reached forwards and pressed the end of the
injector against her flesh, and then he thumbed the little button at the top and
heard the noise of the exact amount of liquid being injected into her.
They
both turned and stared at Lisa, who pulled her pants and underwear down even
slower, before also having the injector pressed against her warm skin.
"Ok
Gerry, get ready," he counted down on his fingers, 3, 2, 1, and then the
two girls both promptly dropped to the floor as they caught them.
Henry
pointed to the two stalls on the far side of the shed, and began to drag Teysa's
limp form over there.
"What's
happening," she managed to groan.
"Changes
to your body, it will make you tired for a day or so," he stroked her hair
gently as he laid her down on the floor of the stall.
Gerald
dragged Lisa into the stall next to them and then appeared in the doorway.
"We
need to get her up on the milking bench," Henry patted the soft covering of
the frame. "We'll have to get their gear off first though," he grabbed
hold of the shirt and pulled it up and off over her head, revealing her pert
breasts and puffy nipples, she wasn't wearing a bra.
Gerald
had pulled her pants and underwear down and off over her feet, after removing
her shoes.
Henry
then opened her mouth and slid a ball gag between her teeth before buckling it
up behind her head.
"Stops
them hurting themselves while the drugs take hold," Henry pointed at the
red ball between Teysa's teeth.
Gerald
nodded at the answer to the question he hadn't asked.
They
lifted her sleeping body up off the ground and placed her onto the milking
frame, fastening the leather straps on it to hold her in place.
"They
sure don't take after their mother, you'll be lucky to get the milker onto those
little tits of theirs," Gerald said, looking down at the small tits which
were barely protruding from underneath her.
"You'll
see, once the hormones get into her system, those tits will expand in size
nicely," Henry nodded and then they both headed out to go and fix up Lisa.
"It
will be a week before they've had enough of my special hormone mix for their
milk to start flowing, might take a few weeks longer for their tits to grow
though."
"Well
be back in a week, we want to see their first milking, don't we honey,"
Suzanne smiled warmly and hugged her husband.
They
waved to Janice and moved back to their transport.
Suzanne
climbed into the vehicle and Gerald turned back to acknowledge Henry.
"See
you at the club tomorrow Buddy."
Chapter
6
"Good
morning Ladies," Henry smiled at the sight of the two girls strapped into
the milking frames, their arse cheeks quivering as a cool breeze wafted into the
shed behind him. "You'd better have something to eat, you've been asleep
for two days."
He
removed the gag from Teysa's mouth and slipped the feeding tube between her
teeth and slapped his palm against the sensor pad on the wall, the food began to
pump slowly into her mouth.
He
did the same for Lisa and then while he waited for them to finish eating he
moved over to check on Sally.
After
five minutes or so he heard the tube pumps stop and he knew that they were
finished feeding.
He
looked Teysa up and down as she squirmed around in the frame, trying to get up.
"No,
no. Calm down, you need to stay there for a few more days, your body needs to
get used to its new state," and with that he pressed the injector against
her naked thigh and watched as a moment later she slumped down against the
frame. He replaced the feed tube with the ball gag and then went in to check on
Lisa.
Lisa
was calm and composed, and sat there patiently as he moved around, checking on
her.
He
pulled the feeding tube out of her mouth and put it back into its receptacle on
the wall.
After
a few coughs, Lisa managed to clear her throat.
"Is
Tey alright?"
"Yeah,
you're both doing fine," Henry smiled down at her as he lightly held the
injector in his coat pocket, ready to inject her and get on with his daily
chores.
"Why
are my nipples so sore," she whined, trying to rub them against the padding
on the frame.
Henry
bent forwards and looked under her, her nipples jiggled slightly in front of
him. They looked a little bit red and he could see that his concoction was
beginning to have an effect, her a-cup tits were starting to swell and grow,
only ever so slightly, but there was more to come.
"It's
ok Lisa," he reached under her and rubbed her nipples, causing her to moan
slightly. "They're just reacting to the hormones, soon you'll start to
lactate and then we can pump the milk out of them."
Henry
walked down the length of her, making sure she hadn't hurt herself or anything
while she'd been thrashing about unconscious.
"You're
looking in tip top condition," he ran his fingers lightly down her spine,
over her tailbone and into the crack of her arse. Lightly he ran his fingers
over her arsehole and continued down further, allowing his fingers to slightly
dip between her pink pussy lips.
"You're
nice and wet too, you'll be ready for breeding very soon."
"Oh.,ok,"
Lisa was surprised by him touching her there and by his statement, she hadn't
been thinking about that before, but she was now.
"Anyway
time for your nap Lisa," he pressed the injector to her arse and with a
hiss the drug was injected into her. She slumped forwards and began to snore
quietly.
Henry
smiled and walked out; he was going to have to speak to Gerald about which of
the bulls he wanted to use for these two fine specimens.
Gerald
and Suzanne stood proudly, staring at the fine milk cows their daughters had
become. Gerald could see that both of them had swollen breasts ready for
milking. It was always interesting to see the reaction of a first timer being
milked.
"Do
you want the honours?" Henry asked as he moved around between the stalls,
getting the tubes ready.
"Ok,"
Gerald nodded, looking over at Suzanne who was also nodding, somewhat
uncertainly.
"I'll
take Lisa," Gerald said, putting his hand on his wife's hand as she gripped
his arm. He smiled and she nodded at him and then moved over to Teysa's stall.
Janine
moved alongside Suzanne and smiled at her.
"They
haven't been milked yet so they won't be used to it, you'll need to put some of
this on her," she held out a tube.
Suzzane
took the tube and pressed it against Teysa's warm flesh, immediately the
contents reacted and began to flow through the osmotically sealed end of the
tube, a white sort of cream wriggled out over Teysa's flesh.
"Rub
it in, carefully. Don't squeeze the flesh or you'll end up covered in
milk," she grinned at Suzanne. "Been there, done that, it's not
pretty."
She
pointed at the younger woman's nipples as her swollen breasts swung underneath
her, as her nerves were on fire.
"Make
sure you get the nipples, give them a good squeeze when you're done, it helps
get the milk flowing." Janice nodded and indicated with her head that
Suzanne should get to it.
Gerald
watched as his wife reached under her and gingerly took hold of her naked tit.
She began to smear the cream around the tit, her hand moving around in circular
movements as she tried to cover every last bit of warm breast. Finally she began
to pinch and squeeze her nipples, working the cream into them, flicking and
prodding them with her fingertips.
For
some strange reason, Suzanne was getting turned on by this, and she could tell
by the way Teysa was squirming and moaning through her gag, that it was having
an effect on her too.
Gerald
slowly licked his lips as he watched it. He had always found milkings to be a
bit kinky, and seeing his wife fondle their daughter was turning him on even
more.
Quickly
he turned his attention to Lisa and a moment later he was down alongside her,
face to tit as it were, as he watched the cream ooze out over her springy tit.
Her athletic body had never been curvaceous, but her breasts had grown in size
marginally as they were filling with milk. He knew that between the milk and the
hormones pumping through her system, her breast would grow even more.
He
gently took hold of the nearest breast and began to work the cream into her warm
handful, feeling her rubbery nipple press back and forth in the palm of his
hand.
After
the cream was fully rubbed into both tits, he began to work some more into her
erect nipples. He ran his thumb over them, springing them back and forth and
grazing the top of the skin with his rougher, masculine skin. He could see the
pleasure was driving her nuts, and he knew how much this made the milk flow.
Slowly he squeezed her nipple, she groaned in pain and pleasure as he squashed
her nub between his thumb and forefinger. He was tempted to grab hold of it in
his teeth, but it was too awkward to climb under there, so perhaps another time.
"Ok
Gerry, that's enough buddy, look," Henry pointed at her nipple and Gerald
could see a drop of the milky looking liquid collecting on the end of the bumps
and ridges of her flesh.
Henry
passed the tube to Gerald and he looked down lovingly at Lisa.
"Here
you go dear, first tube," he bent down slightly and lifted the cup up over
her breast. In an instant her tit was sucked in and then with a pulse it began
to suck and then release her tit.
"Its
ok, just let it go," Gerald encouraged her and stroked her hair.
A
moment later he saw a fine stream of liquid spray out, hitting the transparent
cup before disappearing along the tube.
"Excellent,"
Gerald smiled as he moved around to slip her other tit into the second milking
tube.
A
moment later and in unison, both of her tits were being sucked in and released,
as a spray of her milk would erupt out of her nipple and was instantly sucked
away.
"Well
done, you just let the machine do its work," he patted her on her naked
buttock as he walked past and turned to see what Suzanne was doing.
At
first she had been too gentle, until Janice had pushed her aside her and showed
her how to abuse her daughter's nipples properly.
"There
you go Suzy, you've got her milk up," Janice grinned and flicked the
droplets of milk off Teysa's nipples.
Suzanne
slipped one tube on and then the other as Janice pressed the control and the
machine began to suck on her tits.
Gerald
stood in awe, watching as Tey's tits were sucked in and out of the machine, and
then turned to look back at Lisa, it was almost like looking into the mirror,
both of them were squirming around as side by side they had their titties milked
for the first time.
"Good
job girls, fill those containers up and I might give you a special dessert
tonight," Henry smiled as he stood along side Gerald and Suzanne, watching
their daughters in awe.
"Amazing
sight to see isn't it. I never get over seeing a first time milker," Henry
smiled at watched the two of them. They squirmed around and after a few more
moments he could see them thrusting their hips up and down, rolling their
buttocks to expose their naked pussies.
"Looks
like those fertility drugs have really kicked in," Henry stepped forwards
to Teysa and easily slid two of his fingers into her sopping went cunt. "If
these two were any more ready to be bred, they would have flashing holo-signs
above their head saying come fill me up," he moved across to Lisa and his
fingers easily penetrated her too.
"Yep
they both need servicing," he turned to face Gerald and Suzanne. "Now,
have you given any thought to which bull you'd like to choose?"
Suzanne's
face almost drained of colour; she looked back and forth between the two men.
This was something she had never thought of.
"Well,
I don't know..." this had really thrown her a curveball.
"Well
we have some fine ones here, depends on what traits you'd like your new babies
to have. The wife and I were thinking about this earlier..."
"Yes
Henry, what is it?" asked Suzanne eager to hear any suggestions.
"Well
I'm guessing you'd like them to be as close to the rest of your family as
possible..."
"Yes,
yes that's good," she nodded.
"Maybe
we could bring on of the older stallions out of semi-retirement. What do you
think Gerald?"
Gerald
looked at him blankly, then after a moment it dawned on him what Henry was
saying.
"You
want me to do it?"
"Well
they'd all have the same father then, wouldn't they?"
"I
don't know, seems a bit... unusual to me."
"Yes,
you should do it," Suzanne nodded. "It makes perfect sense, why just
take anyone, when they can have the same father as our other children," she
pointed at their two daughters before them.
"Now
go, make a donation that's useful to us for once."
Gerald
looked at her for a moment, but he could see from the look on her face that she
was serious about this; she had made up her mind.
"Alright
then," he moved over behind Lisa, she was the nearest one to him, so he
would service her first. "It's been a while since I did this with a cow
Henry," he grinned over at his friend.
Gerald
dropped his trousers and stepped out of them and his slip on shoes. He stood
there naked from the waist down, his flaccid cock hanging between his legs.
"Do
you need some attention there honey? I help the other bulls out sometimes,"
Janice moved forwards and dropped down to her knees before Gerald, and began to
slurp his limp cock into her mouth.
"Now
wait just one moment Jan, if anyone's going to pump up my husband's cock for
this, it's going to be me!" Suzanne dropped down alongside Janice and
grabbed her husband's hip and turned him to face her, causing his now half erect
cock to pop out of the other woman's mouth.
"Ok
Suze, just trying to help out," Janice grinned and stood up; she walked
over to where her husband was sitting on a long bench seat against the wall,
watching the show.
Janice
laid herself back against his shoulder and nuzzled her head back into his neck,
feeling his chin and cheek pressed against the side of her head.
Suzanne
grabbed hold of her husband's butt and used it to help push and pull as she
devoured his cock in an enthusiastic blowjob.
"Oh
yeah Suzy, that's great," Gerald moaned as he dropped his head back in
bliss, staring straight up at the ceiling.
After
a moment or two more of this Henry yelled out to them. "Remember you need
to get the sperm in their wombs not down your wife's throat," he laughed at
the two of them.
Gerald
looked over and grinned, before pulling his now ragingly erect cock out of
Suzanne's somewhat disappointed mouth.
"Go
get 'em Tiger," she grinned and gave his departing arse a slap.
Gerald
moved over behind Lisa's slowly gyrating buttocks. He watched for a moment, as
he saw her dripping wet snatch appear beneath him.
He
gabbed hold of her by the waist and held her buttocks still, then pressed
forwards with his erection and pressed the tip against Lisa's glistening, puffy
pussy lips.
He
could feel how ready she was, her pussy just wanted to suck him in, and with no
effort at all he slid the whole length of his cock into her cunt.
She
groaned in pleasure and her head rolled back towards him.
"Wow
she's so tight," he groaned as he began to slide his cock back out of her,
feeling every muscle, every fibre of her pussy, holding onto his shaft to try
and keep it inside her. With a wet squelch he left just the tip inside her, and
then drove the length of it forwards to spear her again.
He
was groping and fondling her warm butt cheeks as he rammed his cock into her
again and again. He was really getting into his stride now, enjoying the
sensations from her eager pussy as it tried to milk the hot come from his
invading manhood.
Her
mind was racing with pleasure as her nipples were sucked on by the milking
machine, and the hard cock inside her was slamming her pussy.
Gerald
thrust deeply inside her and with a low growl he began to send out jet after jet
of his white-hot sperm into her very fertile womb.
"Oh
yeah, that's how it's done baby," he grinned over his shoulder at Suzanne.
"Don't
get cocky, you still have to impregnate Teysa," his wife chided him.
"Yep,
ok. I can do a two-fer," he slid his half limp cock out of her and made his
way over to where Teysa was still being milked too.
Suddenly
Suzanne was behind him, reaching around his waist to grab hold of his cock.
"How
do you expect to get Mr limp dick here inside her?" she whispered in his
ear as she gently nibbled on his neck and began to pump his cock in her hand.
She
knew he loved it when she nibbled on his ear, and he loved her jacking him off
too, so it was a double shot of pleasure. A few moments later and his cock was
again erect and ready for action.
"That's
better Dear," she nodded as she pulled him forwards with his cock. He was
now standing in position behind Teysa, and Suzanne lined his cock up with the
young woman's pussy and then used her other hand to spread the lips apart to
reveal the glistening pink insides of her cunt to his eyes.
"Go,"
she instructed and he eagerly pressed his erection forwards to slide inside his
other daughter's cunt, which was just as tight and snug as her sister's.
Suzanne
turned his head to the side so she could kiss him passionately as he began to
hump in and out of Teysa's pussy.
"Have
fun Dear," she smiled and walked back to Jan and Henry.
Jan
watched Gerald fuck one and then the other, she was getting horny and she had
also been thinking too. Their discussions about who should be the bull for these
two had awakened other ideas in her head.
"I
think it's time that Sally had a calf, Henry."
"Ok,"
he had also been considering this himself, time to get another generation of
prizewinners on the go.
"I
want the same for her that Suzanne wants for her daughters."
"You
want Gerald to fuck her too?"
"No
you idiot," she laughed and slapped his arm. "I want her child to have
the same father that mine did."
"Oh,
you want me to do it. Hadn't considered that," he said, rubbing his chin
thoughtfully for a moment.
"Oh
man up and get over there," Suzanne shoved him off the end of the bench to
his feet.
"Go
on, and don't come back over here until Sally has a bun in the oven," said
Janice sternly, pointing her finger at him.
"Yes
dear," Henry chuckled and walked away, unbuckling his belt as he went.
He
was pretty turned on after watching Gerald fuck the two girls, and as he stood
behind Sally's curvy butt, he looked over at Gerald who was still rutting away
with Teysa, his eyes were closed in pleasure, and Henry could see his erect cock
invading the defenceless pussy, again and again.
A
moment later and his own cock was sliding inside the very willing cunt of his
daughter.
He
pressed all the way in and stopped as he felt her warm lips pressed around the
base of his cock, his balls were tickling her clit and her arse was pressed
against his stomach as she was bent over the frame in front of him.
Sally
was incredibly horny, she hadn't been fucked since she left college, now she was
a milker they hadn't let her near a guy or even one of the bulls. She was going
to be bred at the right moment for her show career, and she had known it would
bee soon when her mother had started giving her the fertility drugs a few weeks
ago.
Sally
knew impregnation was almost inevitable, and the fertility drugs also made her
so fertile that sometimes several eggs would be ready, so she could have twins
or triplets, and so could Lisa or Teysa.
She
was going wild with pleasure as she felt the hard cock spread her love canal
wide apart, it slid in and out of her, tickling every inch of her insides as it
went. She grunted and felt her muscles clenching down on it, squeezing it,
desperate to get that baby making seed out of it. She just hoped she'd manage to
orgasm before he shot off inside her.
Janice
and Suzanne watched as on one side Henry was fucking Sally and on the other
Gerald was just about to come inside Teysa.
Suzanne
wasn't sure that this should turn her on, but she was turned-on on some
subconscious level, she was also overjoyed that she would be a mother again,
albeit via a proxy.
She
watched Henry for a moment, he was slamming into Sally faster and faster, each
time she grunted through her gag, and each time she thought the frame would move
from the pressure on it. Gerald was not going as roughly, and Teysa was trying
to writhe as much as she could, enjoying every last bit of the hard cock inside
her.
Suzanne
could tell that the first round with Lisa had taken the edge off it a bit so
Teysa was getting more of a work out, but she could tell from the way her
husband was quivering that it would all be over in a second.
Gerald
slid his cock in as far as he could and took a handful of her arse cheeks in
each hand, holding on for all he was worth. His legs were turning rubbery as he
felt the second load of hot come leave his cock, flooding out into the womb of
this his other daughter.
He
slumped forwards over her naked back, resting there for a moment as he felt the
juices begin to slowly leak out from inside her around the edges of his cock.
He
slowly slid it out and with a wet plop it was fully ejected from her and he
stepped back from her, exhausted.
Janice
rushed forwards with a metal belt like contraption with a plug on it. She placed
the belt around Teysa's waist and pressed the plug into her abused pussy. With a
wet slurp the plug slid inside her and Janice did up the belt around her waist,
before tying up the other leather straps which helped keep the plug in place.
Gerald
turned to look at Lisa and saw that she had already been fitted with one of
these plugs, and was now snoozing quietly on her frame.
"It
helps keep the little swimmers inside," Janice smiled as she grabbed
another such belt off the rack, ready to use it on Sally when Henry was done.
Gerald
sat his naked arse on the bench next to his wife and smiled at her, she was
beaming with pride and happiness.
"Thank
you," she smiled and leaned forwards to kiss him.
"You
can thank me by cleaning this up before I put my pants on," he pointed at
his sticky cock.
"Sounds
like a good idea," she smiled and bent over to suck it into her mouth,
rolling her tongue around it to get every last drop of juice off it.
She
sat back up and smacked her lips together. "Delicious!"
Henry
knew he was about to shoot and as he started he felt her pussy start to spasm
around him, she was orgasming just as he was shooting his come into her.
"That's
the way Sally, come like a good little breeder," he slapped her arse and
drove himself inside her deeply and then stayed there as the last of his warm
sperm oozed out of his cock.
The
instant he pulled out he knew that Janice would dive in with the stopper and
would strap it in place.
He
staggered back and sat next to Gerald on the bench as Janice dove between his
thighs to clean his cock up.
"Well
done my husband," she smiled up at him from between his legs, and then
popped his cock back in her mouth and continued to suck it clean.
"You'll
need to come and service them for the next week, and then we'll know if they're
pregnant."
"Ok,"
nodded Gerald as he slid his pants up his thighs, standing up to pull them on.
"Guess I'll see you again tomorrow Janice."
Chapter
7
It
had taken a week of Gerald and Henry both coming inside their respective cows
and then the fertility drugs worked their magic, all three young women were
pregnant.
Gerald
and Suzanne watched on in awe as their daughter's bellies became more and more
swollen, as their tits became larger as they filled with even more milk.
The
girls were uncomfortable, but happy as the hormonal treatments they had been fed
were making their systems maternal and more compliant than normal. They were
prepared to go through a lot of discomfort, as they knew in the end they would
have some beautiful children, and they would also have worked off the debt they
owed their father.
Gerald
had even been at the farm the day the medibot was scanning the three of them,
and unceremoniously informed everyone that the girls all were carrying multiple
babies, they had three sets of twins coming.
Henry
had almost expected this, and it was not unwelcome. The fertility drugs would
often cause hyper-ovulation in first time breeders, meaning that they could end
up with two or three eggs becoming ready and available for fertilisation.
Gerald
was happy too, he knew Suzanne would love this news, and it also meant that
their special herd of potential prizewinners would triple in size. It was a good
start to their next business venture.
For
some time now Henry had been experimenting with breeding young calves, and
giving them growth enhancers. Last year the scientists had finally come up with
a formula that worked, so now he could give his new calves the new special feed
and they would grow, rapidly, they could get them to almost twenty years old in
one year of treatment.
Suzanne
and Janice were both fully aware that these new babies would not be babies for
very long, but they were happy to play mother again, if even for only a little
while.
For
nine months the three girls, were fed, watered and milked each day, growing
larger and larger as they finally came to term.
On
the fateful day the attendant medibot fired the birthing pulse at their swollen
bellies, and as soon as the harmonic sound wave hit the fluid inside them, the
birth process began, exactly as the pulse was designed to do.
Both
sets of parents watched and waited as the three women laid back in the metallic
birthing seats. Their legs were apart and lifted slightly, exposing their newly
shaved pussies.
Their
proud parents watched as the medibots did their jobs, quickly and efficiently
floating their rounded, egg-like bodies from one woman to the next, providing
treatment, encouragement or whatever the girls needed at the time.
A
few minutes later and each of them had delivered their first calf, a few moments
after that and the second twin for each of them had been born.
Quickly
the bots swooped in as each baby emerged, scanning them, cutting the umbilical
cord, cleaning and wrapping them up before delivering them to their dishevelled
and exhausted mothers.
Suzanne
and Janice quickly ran forwards, proudly rushing around unable to resist their
new granddaughters.
Henry
and Gerald watched, they now had six new girls to add to their herd when they
were the right size.
"They
can feed off their mothers for a few days, and then we'll start them on the
special formula. When we do that, you and Suzanne can decide which ones you want
to take home for a while."
Gerald
nodded, knowing he was going to be hard pressed to get her to choose only two of
them.
Suzanne
had struggled but had decided on one child from each daughter, leaving the other
two to stay on the farm and grow up as part of the herd.
A
couple of months in and the young girls were now old enough to start school and
they would sit in front of their advanced learning screens, rapidly absorbing
hours of lessons, while at night many more lessons were dream implanted into
their minds, it was the only way to get enough schooling and life lessons into
them before their year was up.
Birthdays
were celebrated rapidly, and the proud grandparents watched as before their eyes
they saw these new children turning into the spitting images of their own
daughters.
Gerald
knew the time was rapidly approaching, these two girls had made up for the time
they had been away from Lisa and Teysa, but even little L1 and T1 couldn't
replace them, they couldn't become too attached to these children, so they had
left them with their herd designations, and had not given them names. Soon they
would return to be with their sisters, L2 and T2, along with Sally's girls, S1
and S2. The couple looked forward to the debt being paid off and their daughters
being able to finish up on the farm and return home. The girls had grown up,
they had been taught a valuable lesson and Gerald knew that they would emerge
from their sabbatical year as stronger people.
Even
still, he knew Suzanne wouldn't want to give up little L1 and T1, but he was
sure she would see reason eventually.
Gerald
sat quietly in the car, the day had come and all four of them were in the quiet
transport, which was returning them to the farm. Gerald had been to check on the
progress of the second twins and his own children, several times, but Suzanne
couldn't bring herself to return early, as she knew she wouldn't be able to
leave.
L1
and T1 were now 18, nearly 19, years old, with supple womanly bodies. They both
sat excitedly in their special robes, wearing nothing underneath. They had on
their herd collars, made of fine leather, which designated them as part of Henry
and Gerald's milk farm. They both had their ball gag tied behind their head but
hanging loose around their necks, as they were not required yet.
"Are
we there yet?" asked L1 excitedly.
"No
dear, a few minutes more," Suzanne patted her on the knee as the younger
woman almost jumped up and down in her seat with excitement. Her chestnut brown
hair cascaded down her back in flowing curls and her eyes glinted with mischief,
making their brown colour seem even darker in the subdued lighting.
T1
looked similar but not the same, they could be sisters, and there was a definite
family resemblance. Her hair was a lighter brown, almost blonde and her eyes
were green. Both of them had similar figures, lithe and athletic with smallish
breasts that pressed against their robes ever so slightly.
"Look
there," Gerald pointed ahead of them and they all looked out the front
windscreen. Ahead of them at the gate to the farm were Lisa and Teysa along with
T2 and L2, plus Henry and Janice. They all waved as the transport rolled up and
stopped. The door opened and the two girls exploded out of the car, eager to see
their mothers and sisters again.
Suzanne
was amazed at how similar each twin was to the other, they were not identical,
but it was pretty close.
All
four women were dressed the same as L1 and T1, in the white robes and red
collars which Henry's farm was known for. Each farm had a signature dress for
their prizewinners, like the colours worn by a jockeytron that signified which
owner's stable was running the particular racehorse.
Lisa
and Teysa hugged their parents happy to see their mother again after all this
time.
"I'm
so happy to see you both," she hugged them and kissed each of her daughters
on the cheek.
"Let
me see you all," she lined up the girls with their two daughters and took
it all in. "What a lovely herd we have dear."
Gerald
nodded, and greeted Henry with a handshake and Janice with a peck on the cheek.
"Today's
the day buddy," Henry grinned and ushered them back towards the special
barn. "They've made enough money to cover that debt of theirs, and all the
new calves are old enough to start their milking careers."
All
of the twins were very excited to hear this, and started whispering amongst
themselves eagerly.
"Here
we are girls, you are free to get your things and go, leaving these fine new
specimens to take your place," Henry waved his arm to where their bags were
ready and waiting along the wall.
Lisa
and Teysa looked at each other and then Teysa nodded to her sister.
"I
think we'd prefer to stay," said Lisa, reaching out to take hold of one of
each of her daughter's hands. "We'd like to make sure the twins all get
settled in, maybe we'll come home in a few months."
"Maybe...
we'll have some more calves," suggested Teysa with a wicked grin on her
face.
"If
that's what you want to do, you're welcome to stay. More calves would be worth a
lot of money to you both, plus you'd make a nice little income from the milk now
that you've finished paying off that debt," Henry nodded to them.
"Are
you sure about this?" Suzanne was worried about her girls; she stared at
Lisa, knowing she would be the sensible one who would tell her the truth.
"It's
ok, it was my idea," Lisa nodded, and then undid the clasp at her throat,
allowing the robes to fall away, exposing her naked body underneath. Her breasts
were much larger now, engorged with milk as she was past her normal milking
time.
"I
have work to do," she squeezed her mother's shoulder and smiled at her.
"I'll talk to you later," and turned to go back into her stall, she
climbed into place on her milking frame and waited for her stable hand to come
and attach the tubes to suck out the milk.
Henry
pointed out to Gerald and Suzanne how they had reconfigured the barn to place
each set of twins alongside their mothers in their own milking stalls. Sally's
twins were already in place, strapped into their own frames after getting their
first hormone treatment, so they were snoring loudly.
Henry
ushered the L twins and the T twins into their stalls and the proud grandparents
helped him strap them into their frames. They watched as they were all given
their first treatment and then shortly after went to sleep.
They
both attended the next milestone and happily assisted as the twins all had the
tubes latch onto their little tits and begin to suck out the precious milk. They
were both surprised at just how much milk a pair of a-cup tits can hold. They
would not be a-cups for long though, not with all the hormones racing around
their bodies.
A
few weeks later and the twins all turned nineteenish, so they had gathered here
again sort of as a final hurrah. The twins were well and truly off their hands
now and they were sort of a little bit lost. They had expected their daughters
to come home and they were surprised when they hadn't wanted to.
"You
haven't been to the club yet today have you dear?" asked Suzanne.
"No,
why?" Gerald asked, suspecting the answer.
"I
think it's time for more new calves dear."
Gerald
began to remove his shirt, as his wife watched on happily.
"You
know I can't donate to six of them in one go, don't you," he said to his
wife.
"Actually
it will be nine, if you don't mind," Janice smiled as she walked in holding
up a small holo-display.
"Gerry,
a quick recording. I had to go out to one of the habitat islands, some parents
over there have heard about the farm and are thinking of sending their daughters
here for a sabbatical year, it could be the start of something big! Anyway, I
won't have time to impregnate my three cows, so would you mind helping me out
buddy? They need to be done soon as the super-ovulation works quickly and then
dies out just as quickly, so there's a limited window of about five days. Today
is day one. Thanks Buddy, hope to be back soon with some new cattle," Henry
grinned and then the recording of his face vanished into thin air.
"You
two are trying to kill me," Gerald groaned. "I can try for two shots a
day, but that's the best I can do, and I don't know how long I can keep that up
for."
"It
will have to do," Janice grinned and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"Thanks Gerry."
"Well
I've got first dibs, so get in there and service L2 and T2. A little reward for
not coming home with us for a year."
Gerald
nodded as he stood behind the quivering buttocks of both L1 and L2. He reached
under the closest one's throat and grabbed the name disc on the collar, it said
L1, so he stood behind Lisa's other daughter, and started at her naked buttocks.
He could see her brown haired pussy peeking out, quivering in anticipation as
she eagerly waited her first fuck, ready to be impregnated to increase the herd.
Janice
placed the gag in her mouth and tightened it so it wouldn't slip out as Gerald
began to thrust into her. Slowly he pressed in until he met the resistance of
her hymen.
"Hadn't
thought about them being virgins," he said to Janice.
"Yeah,
it's a special treat isn't it," she smiled at him. "Hey Suzy honey,
want to see your hubby pop a virgin cherry?" she yelled out to Suzanne.
Suzanne
smiled and came over to stand alongside, where she could see both L2 and
Gerald's faces.
"Ready?"
he asked. Janice and Suzanne nodded eagerly as he pressed forwards again, slowly
working back and forwards with his rock hard cock as he suddenly felt her
defences give way and the entire length of his shaft was able to slide deep
inside her.
She
groaned in pain, the gag muffled a lot of the noise, which was the point, and
Gerald began to thrust slowly in and out of her. He could feel her tight, eager
pussy trying desperately to get the sperm out of his invading cock, and then he
plunged into her again. This was something he could get used to, it was much
more sublime than the collector machines.
"Has
Henry tried this," he groaned as he continued to work his cock into her
tight cunt.
"A
virgin heifer?"
"Yeah,"
he felt his balls tickling her clit and he slapped them against her a few times
to illicit another groan from her.
"A
few times, he says it's unbelievable, probably why he wanted to start a breeding
program here, as much virgin pussy as he could ever want," she laughed.
"You won't be seeing Gerald for a while now that he's discovered
this," she warned her friend.
"Good
thing there's not too many around at the moment then, isn't it," she
laughed too as she watched the look of pleasure and disbelief wash over L2's
pretty face.
"That's
it, enjoy it sweetheart," Suzanne rubbed her cheek supportively.
"Ok...
I'm done," Gerald slammed his cock home deeply into her and his hot load
erupted out of his cock inside her.
Her
head snapped back and she hissed and groaned through the gag.
Gerald
stood there recovering for a moment, and then with a playful grin on his face he
allowed his half erect cock to slide out. As Janice slipped a plug in place, he
gave L2 and playful pat on her butt cheek and turned to look at Suzanne.
"Ok,
which one next?"
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