Milk Sow Ch. 02

Chapter 2: The Deal

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But it didn't damage me."

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

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

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

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

"Darling..." she started.

"Mmmh," his mind miles away.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Well I can discuss it with her."

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

"Well yes of course I do."

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

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

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

"I suppose that is not too long."

"So do we have a deal?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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