Apocalypse Slaves Pt. 12

With that, he stepped back and allowed Caine to step forward. "Nadine and Pearl, who will be running the Dairy Farm in Lincoln, will be going among you over the next couple of days to see who will be best suited to come with us," he explained. "As time allows between meetings with the Des Moines government, I'll be spending time here. At the very least I will be coming here at night to talk with you and to sleep with you. Now I know that many of you, if not all of you, came here willingly to keep loved ones out of the lottery. I don't want you to worry about them if you are selected to go to Lincoln. They will be perfectly safe as the lottery is now officially suspended. Offers will "

That caused a ripple of shock and astonishment as the implication hit everyone. Caine pushed on with his speech. "We are instituting an incentive program for people to relocate to Lincoln. The city is in desperate need of rebuilding and there's going to be plenty of space once the Hab Shield goes up. With the lottery gone, I realize that they're not much of an incentive to remain as a HuCow but I want to assure you that I've been all around the continent and I have seen first hand that you do provide a much needed resource to the human race. Parents who are barren and sterile can now raise families. Babies live now because of the milk you produce as they'd otherwise die out like in the ancient days. Powdered Formula that is no longer available is replaced by the milk from your breasts. People who need Vitamin D for strong bones no longer get it from cows, which are virtually extinct, but from you. So I implore each and every one of you to remain in employment here, free room and board in exchange for what you do, for the betterment and continuation of the human race."

Ken stepped back up. "Afternoon exercises is cancelled. I want you all to enjoy free time together. Talk about what you have learned here and decide for yourselves if you wish to stay or if you wish to go. Staff will be available for you to talk with about your decisions if you come up with one right away. Thank you."

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CHAPTER 118: Loading up for Transport.

"So what do you all think?" Ariel asked Katie and their gaggle of friends as they gathered underneath the shade of the trees outside of the sports complex. "Y'all gonna stay here or go home? I, for one, am going to stay here. My payment is like Caine said; room, board, and non-stop sex. So I'm content to stay put and put out for whatever man comes our way. And from what Katie here told us at breakfast, Caine is really good in bed."

Caroline shrugged. "I've been at this for so long that I don't know what else to do," she admitted. "So I'm all for staying."

"I like being part of the herd," Katie said, laying down and lying her head onto Ariel's lap. Ariel started playing with her hair as Katie continued talking. "Even if Caine had been a couple days earlier, I think that I still would've shown up here for work."

"Do you think that Caine would separate us?" Sarah asked as she huddled in close to Audrey, who put a comforting arm around her. Sarah put her head on her shoulder. "I don't want any of you to go if we stay here as part of the herd. Likewise, I don't want to stay here if some of you go."

"Well, maybe if he selects one of us we can all go," Audrey suggested.

"It'd be worth looking into," Caroline nodded. "Or maybe volunteering as a group to go."

"Krista?" Ariel prompted, looking her way at the dusty blonde. "You've been oddly quiet on all this."

"Honey, please. Do I really need to state the obvious?" Krista gave her a playful, disdainful look. She hefted up her own Double D breasts that Katie noted only had a slight bit of sag to them. "I could feed five Habs with these babies. We'd go into a famine if I went into retirement."

They all laughed at that, which relaxed the tension in the air between them. Audrey looked at Ariel. "So right now we have some of us who want to go? Ariel? Do you want to stay here without us?"

"No," Ariel admitted. "No, I want to stay with you all wherever you go. So... do we all want to volunteer to go to Lincoln then?" Ariel asked. Everyone nodded. "Let's go tell them and see if we can be the first." They stood up and fell into step behind her as she led them in search of Ken, Bill, or anyone else they could find.

As luck would have it, they were still in the sports complex meeting with Caine and the support staff. The conversation they were having died down at their approach. Ken arched his eyebrow in curiosity while behind him, Caine crossed his arms and smirked in what seemed to be triumph. "Can I help you, Miss Ariel?" Ken asked.

"We want to go to Lincoln with Caine," Ariel declared, lifting her chin up. "If they're in need of HuCows, we want to be the first and we don't want to be separated from one another, Master." The ladies caught sight of Caine holding out his hand to Bill who rolled his eyes, sighed and slapped a hundred credit note into his hand. "What...?" she couldn't help but blurt out.

"This morning I had a bet with this guy here that one of the little coterie of women that I'd slept with last night would be among the first to come up and volunteer," Caine smiled with pride. "I did my homework and intentionally slept with the newest members of each little clique and coteries that I could identify just for this reason; so that they'd relay how I was in bed and help convince the rest." He looked at Ken. "I'll take all six of them to start off with. They can be shipped by my people to Lincoln tonight."

"As you wish," Ken nodded. He then looked at Ariel. "Make sure you six are in the loading bays after evening meal and milking so that you can be prepped for shipment."

*

The rest of the day was a blur for them as they were all giddy with excitement. When they were finally released for their last milking here in Des Moines, they rushed to the cafeteria where they wolfed down dinner and rushed out to the south loading bays where they lined up with big smiles on their faces.

Caine was there along with twelve handlers and six doctors. "I just want to make it clear what you are getting into here," he said point blank. "Lincoln, for the most part, is still in ruins. Your initial facility is just a hotel inside of town with milking and fucking machines that we got from Chicago Hab. Its temporary until the new facility is built and the hab shield goes up and it's not exactly a five star Ritz Carleton. So if any of you don't think you can handle it in currently sub-par conditions compared to here, you're free to leave now. I won't think any less of you if you do."

The girls all looked at each other up and down the line and then joined hands and stood firm together. Clearly impressed with a raise of his eyebrows, Caine shrugged. "Okay then. Guys; do your thing," he told the assembled personnel as he moved to the side and jerked a thumb over his shoulder.

The handlers stepped forward, two to a girl, and stripped them of their plug panties and their pasties, leaving them totally naked. They were each scrubbed down, made to relieve both their bladders and their bowels, and then cleaned up inside every orifice. "It's only four hours from here to Lincoln," Caine was saying as he oversaw the operation, "but we're not taking any chances with any of you. We're going to be packaging you in such a way that you can't be hurt even if the truck taking you flips and that you can't hurt yourself while on route."

Katie wondered what that meant as she was led to the next area after being dried off from the cleaning. In the next room they placed the pasties back onto her nipples, only these were large enough to totally encase the tips of her breasts. Then they put a metal chastity belt on her complete with vaginal and anal plugs that were slightly larger than the plugs that had been in the panties. A metal chastity bra that had cups large enough to totally cover her breasts was then put onto her and locked around her torso. The handlers then put her hands into rubber gloves that were balled at the end so that it looked like she had mittens on. These were then latched into place with leather straps. The same were then done with her feet.

Manacles were placed on her ankles and wrists over the booties and gloves. They then gingerly lifted her up to place her inside of a metal frame where her limbs were secured spread-eagle. She noticed that she was laying on a layer of latex. The handlers then put a dildo gag into her mouth but she found out that it was hollow through the center so that she could breathe. "Just breathe normally," they told her with a reassuring smile. She nodded as much as she could with them attaching chains from the frame to either side of her iron collar.

While they'd been busy securing her with all of the latex, rubber, and metal, the doctor had been doing up her hair into a tight top bun. He showed her a latex hood that had two holes in it; one for her hair and one for the protruding tube from her dildo gag. Then he slipped it down over her head and tucked it into her collar, closing off her vision of the world. "Relax and breathe," the doctor told her as he pulled her hair through the top hole. "We're doing all of this because you are a very valuable commodity and we don't want any damage to come to you on the trip. Katie nodded her understanding once again. She felt a layer of the rubber latex, that felt like a swimming wetsuit to her, pulled up and over her body. Hands were around the tube, pulling it through a hole in the latex. Then they were putting some kind of goo around the outside to seal it. Hands down at her naval were doing the same, pulling a smaller wire on the belt through a hole and then sealing it with the goo as well.

Just as she thought that they were done, she heard a motor engage just to the right side of her head. The latex then shrank and molded around her body as the air was sucked out from the void between them. Unable to help herself, she wiggled as much as she could and found out that the latex gave only just a little bit. She let out an involuntary yelp as she felt the whole frame being lifted up and then sat down. There were clanks at all four corners of the frame it was placed down onto another frame that kept her suspended in midair. The latex held her in place like a cocoon.

Hands were back on her face as someone screwed a tube of some sorts to the coupling of her dildo gag. She found she could still breathe and judging by the way the tube was laying on top of her right now, she figured that it split into two. She heard them being threaded through something, sounded like wood. Then she felt someone grabbing the wire down by her waist. "Vibrators coming on," one of the handlers said. A moment later, the dildos inside of her from the chastity belt hummed to life. She moaned deeply from the pleasure that washed over her. Then she heard something like a lid come down over top of her followed by sounds of latches being closed all around her. Well... this is an interesting way to travel... she thought as she relaxed and enjoyed the buzzing going on down between her legs. I wonder how many times I can get off before we get to where we're going?

*

Caine watched with crossed as the six girls were placed into their suspension crates. Nadine came in at the tail end to inspect each crate and verify that the girls would be safe. "The dual breathing tubes that are screwed into the gags will ensure that they have enough air," she explained to him. "They go to either side of the crates so that even if, God Forbid, the truck flips onto it sides, they can still breathe out of the other side. This is the safest mode of transporting anyone that has been come up with over the years. You just have to make sure that no one attacks them along the way."

"Alright..." Caine nodded slowly as he mulled things over. The roads had been quiet since he started his reconquest of the MidWest. Initially he was going to stay in Des Moines for a while to oversee the recruitment of more people to come to Lincoln, but for this first shipment of HuCows and their milking machines and supplies, he decided that it was far more prudent to ride shotgun. Any other cargo, he wouldn't have thought twice about but seeing as this involved Human Cargo, he wanted to make sure it got through. "You and Pearl continue the recruitment here. Lauren will be doing her thing over at City Hall. I'll grab some sleep in Lincoln and be back at about noon tomorrow."

"Stay safe, Caine," Nadine smiled at him, leaning in and giving him a big kiss full on the lips. "Say hi to your girl, Lauren, for me and I'll see you tomorrow."

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CHAPTER 119: A New Start

Katie had no idea how long the truck had been lumbering on. The vacuumed sealed latex around her body bounced and swayed over every bump in the road but held her secured and suspended the entire time. Never once did she ever touch the metal frame or the wooden crate beyond. It actually lulled her to sleep at one point after she'd gotten off from the vibrating metal dildos locked in place inside of her by the chastity belt.

When she woke up, she realized that the truck had stopped. She shuddered with a tiny orgasm as the dildos had never stopped buzzing. It had given her erotic dreams as they traveled along, making her primed and ready. Muffled voices reached her as there were people talking. Then she felt the crate move, lifted onto a cart and pushed out from the back of whatever vehicle they were in. She felt the crate being pushed through a couple of turns and then they stopped. She heard the latches being thrown open and the lid being lifted up. Her mouth was pulled forward a bit as the breathing tubes were pulled taut but then they fell loose, falling on top of her body. The buzzing of the dildos stopped as the plug was pulled. Then she felt the latex being peeled from over top of her body, raising goosebumps up on what skin she had exposed. Fingers were instantly on her neck, checking her pulse, and then she felt the hood being taken off and the dildo gag taken out of her mouth. She coughed and sputtered as it was removed. "How are you feeling?" someone asked. She recognized it as one of the handlers who'd put her in here.

Katie thought about it, and then licked her lips. "Thirsty... Master. May I please have water, Master?" she asked.

"Sip, don't gulp," he replied, pressing a straw to her lips. As her eyes fluttered open to readjust, she sipped at the straw, drawing the sweet water from the bottle he was holding. While she drank, her manacles, gloves, boots, and chastity gear were being removed from her body. She let out a wistful sigh as her breasts were free again. They ached and felt heavy and she couldn't help but reach down to knead them with her hands. The handlers took the pasty tips from her breasts and she moaned in relief but still yearned to be milked and fucked.

The handlers helped her up and out of the box, placing her onto her feet and steadying her. She saw that they were inside a large hallway and she could see the others were down the hall, being taken out of their crates as well. Guards at either end of this hallway were holding off a crowd of men who were craning their necks trying to get a look at them. "Come on," he beckoned for her to follow him through a nearby door while his partner hauled the crate away. "They already have twenty pleasure suites set up here as this building used to be their brothel with fourteen already occupied," he told her. "We're on the first floor and this side of the building has been renovated already to operate like the boxes back in Des Moines. The suite will double as your personal room and will be where you're going to be milked at until the dairy hall up on the second floor is finished."

He led her into a massive suite that looked like it had been two hotel rooms combined into one. "Your studio apartment is in this half of the suite," he told her, showing her the bathroom, kitchenette, and modest living area. "Over here," he led her through a side door, "is the play room. You'll notice that the door was removed to the outdoors in the living area and it has a normal window and that this wall has been replaced with a window wall that shows towards the interior hallway just like back in Des Moines. The man trap has been put into place and has been tested, from what I'm told," he noted, pointing to where the existing door to the outside was at. He was right; it was just like the pleasure box back in Des Moines, only larger.

"Now this... this is new and I like this," the handler said, moving over to the back wall and pulling a lever labeled 'Milker'. The bed slid back on tracks away from the window, revealing a large hole. A circular dais came up that had a milking machine on it at the foot of a pillory. "For starters; this is how you're going to be milked; plug panties in, standing upright, bent over into the pillory while your breasts are being pumped. The dais turns in place slowly giving whoever is watching a good show for whoever is watching. Once the dairy hall is done, you'll get your milkings in there and only use this as a novelty. It's been fixed so that you can do this by yourself if you so choose."

"OOoo! May I try, Master?" Katie squealed with glee.

He smiled and motioned to it. Katie sprang forward, eager to try it out. "You'll need to lift it and put your head in first, then grab the milking rods and attach them to your own breasts, then lift the top restraining bar again to put your hands in," he said, showing her how it worked. When you're done, just stand upright, pushing up with your wrists and neck. It'll lift and sink back slowly along the track here." He lifted it and pushed it back down to show her.

Even as he was showing it off, the dais started to turn very slowly. It would indeed show her at all angles. She stepped up to the pillory and raised the top half of it. She noted that it came down as slow as he mentioned. Katie put her head through the hole for her head and reached down to grab the two metal milking rods, that she placed up to her bare nipples. The vacuum pumps engaged the moment they left their cradle, latching onto her breasts hard to start sucking the milk out of them. She gasped with pleasure and put her hands up into the recesses for them in the pillory. After about a few seconds, she felt the upper bar close in around her wrists and neck, securing here. "Oh my God..." she moaned, watching the fluid being taken from her teats, into the tubes, and down into the collecting tanks at the base of the pillory.

"When you're done, just flip the milker lever back up and pull down the curtain lever. It's already night time and they got clients waiting for you new girls to be available. There are cameras and knockout bombs here just like at the old place, so don't worry about clients getting out of hand.

"Yes, Master," Katie said. "Master, could you please open up the curtain now? I want clients to see me like this now so I can get started."

"Absolutely," he said, nodding. He walked back and pulled the curtain lever. The red curtain parted and more lights came up around the room, illuminating Katie on the dais. The dais slowly turned in place while she was being milked. The people outside who'd been milling about paused and turned to see the new girl. Already people were tipping her, the counter registered in both US Credits and Wasteland Tabs. One man was already paying to get in. The handler stayed on hand, watching to make sure the man trap worked properly. The telltale hiss of the inoculation and the yelp from the guy followed and then the inner door opened up. He eyed the handler, who shrugged. "We gotta keep the girls ready to breed, man, so you guys get the 'root injections now.