The Milk Maid Ch. 01

Author's note: This is pure fantasy, and as such, some events featured may be unrealistic or plain impossible. Please note that English is not my first language. If you would like to edit the story or have any suggestions on how I can improve my writing, feel free to let me know.

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She awoke on the cold hard floor, feeling disoriented and heavy, like she couldn't move. No, wait. She truly couldn't. Panic began coursing through her veins, as she made futile attempts to pull on her restraints. Suddenly a small, sharp light blinded her before she turned her head away to avoid it, and she thought she heard the familiar sound of a computer fan starting.

"So, you finally decided to join me. I've been waiting quite some time now." She stilled at the sound of his voice. Confusion seemed to cloud her mind. What was happening? Where was she? She let out a small whimper, as she continued trying to free herself from her bonds. "There, there," the voice said, as a hand lightly brushed her cheek. "You'll only tire yourself out with that." The voice chuckled as the hand traveled down her neck and chest to softly stroke her breast. It perhaps shouldn't have come as that much of a surprise to her to realize that she was naked.

"Let me go!" Tears of fear, anger, and shame formed in her eyes and spilled across her cheeks.

"I will let you go, once I'm certain that you will be a good girl," he said, continuing to fondle her.

"What do you want?" She tried to squirm away from his touch, but it proved fruitless.

"Why, it's not so much what I want, but what our customers want, and what they want is high quality dairy products made from human milk. Breast milk. And you my dear will be the company's newest milk maid."

She realized she was staring at him disbelief, and quickly looked away. "What? What are you talking about?" The man was clearly insane.

"I am talking about your new life, are you not paying attention?" With that he pinched her nipple hard until she cried out in pain. "Are you?" he asked again.

"Yes!" she sobbed, "Yes..."

"Good. Now I have put together a little slide show for our new recruits to help educate them about the company, let's watch it together, shall we?" The words were so bizarre to her that she barely registered what he was saying

At the press of a button, an image lit up on a screen across the room, and a big building came into view. "This is your new home," the man said, and switched to the next image. "And this is our lobby, though you'll probably never see it. And behind these doors are your new workplace and sleeping facilities," he continued, sounding awfully pleased.

As the next frame filled the screen she couldn't make out what she saw at first, but confusion was soon replaced by shock, as she registered row upon row of naked women, standing on all fours, seemingly strapped to some sort of machinery. "Ah, here we have some of your new colleagues, diligently at work." She wanted to protest but found herself unable to say something. This simply could not be happening.

The man started stroking her body, and bent down to take a nipple in his mouth. "Get off me!" she protested and started trashing around.

"No", he simply said. "We have only started, and I think it is time that you learn the first rule: you do not speak unless spoken to. And when you do, you will call me master. Do you understand?" She met his demand with silence. "I said, do you understand?" She still didn't answer. She wasn't going to do anything he said, and she sure as hell would not call him master. She wanted to roll her eyes at him, but contented to look away.

He sighed. "Well, that leads us to our second rule: you are to obey at all times, or face punishment." Suddenly, a searing pain was shooting through her body, causing her to scream loudly. "That was a five. This goes up to ten." He held up what looked like a small black box before her eyes. "Would you like me to demonstrate?"

"No! No..." Dammit! That hurt like hell.

"No, what?" he demanded.

Fuck! She wanted to gag as she forced herself to say it. "No ... master..."

"Good girl, see, that wasn't so hard was it?" He sounded as if he was talking to a dog or a small child, and she wanted to punch him so badly to wipe that smug look off his face.

"Now let's make you a bit more comfortable, shall we?" He moved to her feet and suddenly her legs were held wide apart. "There, much better, don't you think?" He chuckled when she didn't respond. "I take your silence as a yes. Let us go back to the pictures."

An image of what looked like small cages filled the screen, endless steel bars from floor to ceiling. "These are your sleeping quarters." Again, he sounded awfully pleased, and she groaned internally. "Before you will be taken there to rest though, you need to surrender yourself to me. You will accept your position here, and yield to me. You must release all control over to me."

She felt as in a continuous state of disbelief. Everything sentence he spoke was more absurd than the last, and there was seemingly no end to the lunacy. "I don't expect that to happen overnight of course, but I do expect you to take the first steps."

She heard clothes rustling and her heart sank as she realized he was removing his pants. "Now, open your mouth and show master what a good girl you are."

"No!" She trashed her head around as he held it between his hands to hold her still.

"No? Have you forgotten your lesson so soon?" He picked up the little black box and placed it against her right nipple, and in an instant all her muscles tensed painfully and fire burned her insides. "That still wasn't a ten. Now be a good girl and open up."

She sobbed quietly as she resigned to the threat of even worse pain. "There you go," he patted her head in praise as he slowly pressed himself inside her mouth, sliding back and forth a couple of times, and she felt her cheeks burn with humiliation. She considered biting him, but as satisfying as that would be she understood it would only make things worse.

He pressed down further, ignoring her protests as she started gagging and her throat convulsed around the intruder. "Not very used to this are you? Don't worry, we'll have that gag reflex gone in no time." He pulled out slightly to let her breathe, and then pressed himself down her throat again, even deeper this time.

He sighed and said, "As much as I wish to, I cannot be in several places at once." He pulled put and moved aside to pick up something from the floor, and held it to her lips. "Come on, open up."

Remembering the threat of that little black box, she hesitantly opened her mouth for the dildo he slowly slid down her throat, and panicked as it began to block her airways.

"Shh, don't worry, this has a hole down the middle so you can breathe with your mouth. I know it's hard, but you'll just have to figure it out." He proceeded to fasten it with straps around her head. She felt as if she was choking, but she did manage get some air into her lungs.

He again took a nipple in his mouth, and after lightly sucking on it a bit he paused. "Well, look at that, your nipples are all hard. Are you starting to respond to my touch?" She wished she could head-butt him to remove that glee from his voice. He knew very well she was lying on a cold floor. "Is my little pet wet for me too?" She felt his fingers run along her most private place, and steeled herself for his intrusion as he pressed a finger inside. "Hmm, now that won't do, I want your cunt all warm and welcoming for my cock." He removed his finger, only to start pushing a bit further down, gently but firmly, ignoring her squirming as he penetrated her.

"Let me tell you about your schedule now that I've got your attention." He pressed his finger against her walls, stretching her hole as he spoke. "Every morning you'll be awakened by seven, and there'll be a morning meal served at eight. However, before you'll be allowed any food, you'll need to be a good girl and eat your handlers cum." He paused to let it sink in while he added another finger. "We've found it to be very effective in establishing and maintaining discipline among the women," he continued.

"When the lights turn on, you will immediately take your position, with your back against the bars, bending over until you reach the ground, presenting you cunt to your handler. Why not just suck him off you might wonder. Well, this works nicely as a daily demonstration of power. You will offer yourself freely and willingly to your handler every morning in a quite uncomfortable position, thus showing that you submit to him, and to the company."

While he spoke, a third finger had joined the previous ones. "When your handler is ready he will have you turn around and feed you his cum. If you would decide to be a bad girl who refuses to swallow and spits it out, you will have to eat it cold from a cup the next morning. You will not get any other food until you have eaten your breakfast. And should you throw up... you'd just have to eat that too, so I strongly recommend that you simply accept your position here, and swallow it the first time around." She gagged at the thought, and desperately hoped she would not throw up, not now, not ever.

His fingers was suddenly removed, and after a brief pause he slowly entered her. He was much bigger than his fingers, yet it was surprisingly painless, and much smoother than she had imagined. "I used some lubricant for you since you are being such a good girl, getting all nice and wet for me." He chuckled at her expression. There was no way that she was getting wet from this! Surely he was just trying to humiliate her even more. He then placed a finger against her opening and lightly pressed it inside just a little bit, swirling it around to coat it in her juices. He smiled as he saw that she realized she was indeed getting wet. She wanted to sink through the floor, to just stop existing.

He was pushing himself inside of her in deep, even strokes as he continued talking. "After breakfast you will be lead of to the showers to be washed off, followed by a more substantial meal."

At the press of a button, a new image appeared on the screen. "See this machine here? You will be strapped in here, and these cups will fasten at your breasts to milk you. Behind you, there is a tank of milk ready to be churned into butter. To do that, you simply push this rod here back and forth. If you notice its shape, I think you understand where it goes hmm?" She squirmed at the sight of the large phallic shape. "Impatient are we?" He grinned down at her. "Well, let me take care of that." He pulled out of her briefly, only to insert something else, something harder, and colder. Another dildo, or butt plug she guessed.

"There we go, I see your little cunt is all ready for me now," he said, as he slowly began to thrust himself inside of her, filling all her holes, stretching her beyond what she though was possible.

"You might be wondering how we can milk you if you are not lactating. Well, we will soon take care of that. You will be bred every day, like you are now, until you conceive."

Bred? No way. This was way too sick. It just kept getting worse and worse. She was not going to be treated like some animal! He would have his way and let her go, right? But the pictures ...

"As soon as you start lactating you will be hooked up to the machine for you daily milking sessions. When your child is born, you'll take turns nursing it with the other milkmaids, and soon it will grow into his or her role here at the company and participate in the daily work. A boy will be raised to become a handler, and a girl to become a milkmaid, just like her mother. When she is old enough she will also be bred to start producing milk. She will be very excited to join the heard."

She tried to convince herself that he was saying these horrible things just to get himself off. There was no way that he could actually do this. She had friends and family, they would call the police. They would look for her. She couldn't just ... vanish. In the back of her mind she knew that she could. People disappear every day. But not here! Not her!

With both the dildo and his cock now filling her up, she felt so stretched out she was sure she would tear. "Aw, poor thing, is this hurting you? You must relax and welcome my intrusion. You will come for me as I claim you in all your holes, and by doing so you will accept your position here, and agree to surrender to me completely."

She wanted to tell him that she most certainly would not, and even if she would it was only a reaction to physical stimuli, it would not mean that she was agreeing to this, or that she would willingly accept to be a part of this sick set up. But the rubber dick lodged down her throat effectively stopped her from doing so.

"There, there pet, I can tell this is difficult for you. Do you need master to help you come, hmm? Do you want master to stroke your little clit? Ah, yes, I can feel it is all hard and swollen for me, begging to be touched."

To her deep dismay, his touch sent little waves of pleasure coursing through her body, and she could feel herself starting to clench around him. "Mmm, that's a good girl, massage master's cock with your cunt."

He proceeded to pick up the little black box and placed it against her clit, and she flinched in terror. "Shh, my pet, you are being such a good girl now, and master wants to help you feel good." Immediately the pleasure that had begun to rise in her surged to new heights. Her clit throbbed and ached in the sweetest way. "That's it. Give in to the pleasure. Come for master. Come around me as I fill you up."

She tried to stave off the inevitable as long as she could, but soon the tension built too much and she started to clench around him as spasms of pleasure rocked through her body. She was so sore it was painful, but somehow it only seemed to increase the intensely satisfying feeling.

Shortly after, he came deep inside her. "Good girl," he soothed, his hand again brushing her cheek as he removed the black box and pulled out. Her pleasure subsided to be replaced by dread at the thought of what lay ahead. "Good girl."