Captured by the Count: An Abduction and Breeding Fantasy (13 page)

It was the sound of warm cow’s milk hitting the pail set under the udders during milking.
 

That should have been, but wasn’t
what
first
alarmed Cassie.
What made her want to turn around and run was the fact that all of the women in the room were
naked, as she was, and on all fours
on tables that were
narrower at the head end and much wider at the other. 
The unoccupied
tables were
ab
out two feet off the ground, but the ones that were in use were more like four feet high. 
A
ll of the women were
wearing collars and cuffs just
as she was
– although not of such obviously fine materials -
that were
attached to the four corners of the tables, so that
not only could she not move an inch, but she was also forced to spread her legs very wide in order to accommodate the expanse of the foot end of the table
. 
Their
leashes were tied
high up on a pole that was attached to the table above her, forcing them to keep their
head
s
craned up at what looked
to Cassie to be an awkward
angle
.

There were older, stout women dressed like matrons – none of whom she knew – that roamed the floor like supervisors, providing motivation here or scolding there.  It was always the women she scolded for not producing enough or producing quickly enough, and the men to whom she gave gentle suggestions of some sort.  Each of the women had a man
standing at the en
d of her table, and then one
to either side of her, and it wasn’t until Jurek was already patting an open table that Cassie realized exactly what was going on here.

These women were being milked, like cows in a dairy. 
Some of them looked as tired as she did, as if they might well have given birth not long ago, but others were quite trim and had relatively flat bellies, which told her that it had probably been some time since they had given birth.  Then
how was it that they were still producing milk, if no one else in this God forsaken place got to keep her baby, either . . .

Not only were they being robbed of the milk that was meant for their babies, but they were also being alternately punished and pleasured. 
A third sound filled the room, if one listened: the sounds of either panting, aroused females or panting, crying ones, depending on what the person who was attending their nether parts
thought
she needed at the moment.

But Cassie wasn’t given any time to work out the details
, though
.  When she failed to get into the proper position on the table, Jurek
whipped out a stiff leather tawse and went to work on her behind until she had complied with his wishes, stopping once she had then whispering frighteningly, “Don’t think that that’s the end of this.  You need to be milked, but I will take this up again with you later.”

Her bottom throbbing terribly, and having been disciplined in front of what Cassie was quite sure
was an all too eager audience, Cassie shivered in anticipation of what was ahead.

Jurek
reached down and used a crank to raise the height of the
table for the convenience of the milkers, then
attached her lead
at least two notches higher than any other woman in the room, forcing Cassie to crane her neck painfully high, not allowing her to look anywhere but at the ceiling, so she wouldn’t be able to see an
ything of what was being done to
the rest of her body.  Then he motioned to her ever present guards, who were only too happy to assist.  One came around one side of the table, and the other around the other, standing
just to
the sides of her breasts, their big meaty fists on the table while Jurek positioned himself at her other end, right where he preferred to be.

The sounds of the babies – and probably, she was terribly ashamed to admit also the sounds of the other women being milked and either punished or pleasured – had her milk already flowing.  She was spraying into the pail without the men having to touch her, not that that deterred them in the least.  Each of them grasped a nipple and squeezed it while tugging downwards, which hurt terribly with each motion, yet felt good on another level as the pressure and ache within her too full breasts was relieved.

But before Jurek reached his hand between those lovely parted legs, he asked loudly, “What are the rules of the Milking Room, ladies?”

All of the women responded in unison.  “Produce, produce, produce!
  No words – only sounds.  Obey all rules, all matrons, all milkers, and all assistants.”

“Very good,” Jurek complimented in a rare moment of
generosity as he donned a rubber glove, dipped it in the special viscous lube they used here for just this purpose, as some of the women could be very dry w
hile lactating, reaching up under her to slather it generously right on top of her clit.

Then he removed his gloves and took out his cock, which had been rampant for quite some time now.  This was the longest time he had ever gone without sex since he’d lost his virginity.  He could have had any of the other women at any time, but he only wanted Cassie, and so he had kept himself for her.  As
a result, he was hugely swollen and ready to burst at any minute.

Now he knew he shouldn’t do it, but he just couldn’t deny himself any longer.  After all, there she was, all tied up and unable to get away from him,
displayed before him in a most enticing manner, her bottom still quite red from his efforts to get her to get onto the table.  Forcing her to do things he knew she really didn’t want got him hotter than almost anything else in the world, and he knew just how much she hated her current position, and yet she was in it, being milked by two strange men, about to be soundly fucked by him.

But he knew he couldn’t get too carried away.  He would have to be much easier with her than he really preferred.  He adored fucking her hard – very
hard – and watching her cum as a result of it.

So he entered h
er excruciatingly slowly, which
he realized wasn’t so bad after all.  It would force her to come to terms with the reality of the situation, which was and always would be that she was completely helpless against him.  He could – and fully intended to – do anything he wanted to her.

When he had just gotten the head of his cock inside her, with a lot of thick, veined inches still to go, he reached out and grabbed a hold of the ponytail he had put her hair into before they’d left his bed room, using it to
pull her head back, against the tide of how it was being craned up, and using that leverage – and the fact that she was even less able to get away from him with him in full control of her head – to slip himself further inside her.

“Ahhhhhhhhnooooooooooo!” she
wailed, and he immediately moved away from her, whipping the belt from around his pants and doubling it over to lay the entire length against her backside in one tremendous stroke that had
Cassie howling bloody murder.  And every single stroke after that was of the same strength or harder.  As he striped his way up and down her behind and the backs of her thighs, he asked loudly, “What rule did Cassie just break, ladies?”

“NO WORDS!” they shouted back at him.

Part of Cassie was mortified at the idea that everyone in the room was listening to what was being
done to her, but the majority of her was trying to concentrate on not breaking that rule again, which wasn’t at all easy considering how he was laying into her rear end with that leather belt.

But through it all, those men at her titties never stopped, holding her breasts still
by their torturous grip on her nipples
when she was rocked b
y another blow.  By the time he finished, Cassie was beside herself from the pain and humiliation of having been punished in front of such a large audience.

Worse was to come, though, when Jurek again presented the head of her cock to an entrance of her body, and it wasn’t her quim.
  He was quite generous with her, though, he thought, because he had put a bit of lube on the head, but not anywhere else.

He wanted her to feel every inch of him taking her in the bottom.

She wanted to scream at him, to beg him, at least to cry out “NOOOOOOOOOOO!” even though nothing like that had ever stopped him from doing exactly what he wanted to her body.  But it would have been a bit of a release.  She was denied even that, and had to content herself – as
he bore down on her, never letting up, never backing off one bit, pushing
and pressing and making her body open for him, making it accommodate him even as Cassie felt she was being cleaved in two.

She cried and screamed through every long horrible moment of it
, feeling him
possessing her very slowly
because he had used so little lubrication.  He practically scraped along inside her bowels
roc
king and thrusting continually, not stopping when he had filled her to the hilt, but removing himself entirely and repeating the process, which was only a bit less painful the second time around.

But he repeated exactly that action several more times before settling into a hard, hip-snapping rhythm that had her catching her breath and groaning with each plunge.

He reached his end not long afterwards, jerking her hair hard and forcing her hips back against him, as if she greeted his invasion as he spilled his seed within her.  After a few m
inutes of recovery, his gloved hand was back stimulating that little bud of hers, which seemed quite swollen.

“Ahhhh, Cassie, what have we here?” he asked no one in particular.  “
I think
you like this process a whole lot more than your protestations would
lend me to believe.  Who could blame you? 
You’re being held securely in your rightful place and position, so you know you’re safe and doing what you’re supposed to be doing.  You’re fulfilling your destiny as a woman, multiplying as many times I as can make you and providing milk for those less fortunate babies around here whose mama’s diets aren’t quite as good as yours. 
Your titties are being emptied as Bull and Gere here
st
retch out your nipples nice and hard
, your bottom is a bit warm, I bet, from being lathered recently, which is just exactly what you
deserve and what you
need.  Y
ou’ve had a good ass fuck
ing
, which I firmly believe you quite enjoy, regardless of your severe reluctance, and now you’re going to be brought off
in front of a lot of very eager – and I might add envious – girls.  This is a much better existence for you than all of that stupid
travelling and
socializing and trying to catch a man you used to do – to say nothing of being a part of an establishment that was quite a bit like this.”

He had put something in the lube he was using this time.  It made her privates swell and ache even more than they had before
he had begun touching her again, and touch her he did.  “I want  you to cum, Cassie.  Cum hard – lots of the women in this room aren’t going to get to cum.  You have to cum for them.”

She didn’t want to lose control like that in front of all of these people, and when she orgasmed, it was always terribly hard and loud, and there was no way she would be able to hide what was happening to her.
  Jurek was rapidly driving her towards her end
, not letting up, using just the
right amount of pressure and
every trick he knew to force ecstasy on her that he knew she didn’t want.

That was the whole point of this exercise – besides relieving her of her milk.  He could very easily have had this all set up and done in his room, so that she would have had almost complete privacy.  But he had told Victor that he wanted this to be done to her in the common milking room, so that she would see a bit of what her life could be life – how much worse it could be – but also to show her how much better she was treated than the average female in a breeding facility.

When it hit her, she emitted a full blooded scream that echoed through the place, panting and heaving and trying to rock her privates against his fingers in case he might decide to kill her by stopping.  But
instead
Jurek took every ounce of pleasure she could manage
, leaving her breathless and wrung out, and still being milked by the two stoic giants, only it seemed the sprays were much harder than they had
been.  Orgasming helped tremendously in the milking process, as everyone here knew.

When they had taken as much as she could give, she was brought back to Jurek’s room, bound again head and
foot and left alone in the dark to rest and recover.

Although he did end up waiting the full two weeks before fucking her again, Jurek wasn’t idle – and he wouldn’t let her be, either.  If he wasn’t burying his face between her legs, or fingering her furiously towards innumerable orgasms, then he had her on her knees in front of him, preferably bound in some exotic way, taking her mouth as if it was her pussy.