Captured by the Count: An Abduction and Breeding Fantasy (14 page)

Once that limit was up, he became even more insatiable than he had before, driven by desire, yes, but also by the enormous amount of money they were able to sell her first baby for.  He hadn’t been kidding when he’d told her that he intended to keep her pregnant for as much of her life as he could.
  Being milked – or suckled – regularly acted as a form of birth control in a lot of women, but Jurek was betting that it wouldn’t in her case.  He intended to have her breeding again within the next month, and never missed an opportunity to fuck her, no matter where they were or who they were with.

As a result, she had to get used to being humiliated in
yet
another way.  He had taken to bringing her along with him t
o
the frequent
dinners he shared with Victor.  Not that she was given a seat at the table.  Quite the contrary –
Cassie
was forced to kneel at his feet, so that, during dinner, he could fondle her breasts, tugging on nipples that were very sore from the constant milking, often
deliberately
squirting some over the squeamish Count.

“Her milk’s the best. 
Rich
than any other female’s we’ve seen. 
We’re using it on some of the bastards that were bred by other women whose milk is less rich than hers, to plump them up before auction.”

“Good idea,” Victor mused.

Cassie was – as always – thoroughly appalled at what she heard said at these meetings, but she had learned the very hard way that she was expected to keep her mouth shut unless a question was aimed directly at her, and that almost never happened.

Often, right after diner was finished and the dishes had been
cleared away, just before the men
would retired to Victor’s study to smoke very expensive cigars,
Jurek would signal for her to stand up, and stand up himself, then place her on the edge of the table and fuck her, right in front of the Count, making her spread her legs wide and thrusting himself into her with one quick, hard snap of his hips.

Cassie didn’t know why this was so much more embarrassing to her than even being
taken in the milking room, which he almost always did because he knew it mortified her, and she bet he knew how humiliated she was to be used in such a way in front of Victor.  Perhaps it was because she had known him first, and he was the only person here that had seen her when she wa
s in her element and at her best, instead of being forced to perform such obscene acts for Jurek’s amusement.

At least she thought he was the only person here who knew her from her past.

Even when he was only out for
his own satisfaction, though, Jurek
never forgot how responsive she was, and knew that it would add yet another layer of shame if she was forced to
experience the ultimate in pleasure while they both watched, so he often did that, also, once he was through, or sometimes even before, making sure each and every time that she was thoroughly
and completely
out of control before he allowed her completion.

Victor, like all of the men in the complex, always eyed her lustily, but had never done anything towards taking her for himself, probably because he didn’t want to risk getting her with a child that wouldn’t have as good a chance of inheriting her coloring.
  But, especially while Jurek was pleasuring her, he always leaned forward in his chair, well over the table, almost within reach of her, studying her as his partner deliberately drove her out of her mind with ecstasy, and
complimenting Jurek extravagantly
on how well he played her.

Her days became more routine and mostly spent either in the milking room or his bedroom.  Jurek, having really nothing else to do – and not wanting to do anything else – rarely let her alone.  It seemed to Cassie that he was inside her more than he was out these days.
  Breakfast was early, because he liked to rise relatively early, and fed to her by him, usually after he’d already taken her at least once, and then she would be expected to receive him several more times before he brought her down to have her milk expressed.

Jurek made her wait when he really should have brought her down first thing in the morning for her first milking, but he liked the desperate look she got on her face and in h
er eyes as her breasts filled to the point of great discomfort before he allowed her any relief.   In fact he enjoyed torturing her breasts more when they were completely full, because that seemed to make them
even more
ultra sensitive to his attentions.

Very often she appeared in the milking room
with breasts so red striped that you couldn’t tell where one stroke began and the other ended, and with nipples that had already been clamped and bitten, pulled and twisted
.

And he always told Bull and Gere to make sure they got everything they could out of her as he patted her now prominent bottom, assuring them that they could be as hard on her as they needed to to accomplish the task of draining her completely.

Only he never
actually
allowed that to happen, always rushing her out when her breasts were
still relatively full and definitely still aching uncomfortably.  She was only milked completely when he was gone during the day, which was once or twice a week, and Cassie wasn’t sure which was worse, really.  The two guards who doubled as milkers weren’t easy on her regardless of whether Jurek was there, and
emptying her took so long and was very painful the way they did it.

Not that anyone cared.  All of the other women around here were being just as miserably treated.

One day, though, as she was being lead to the only empty table, which happened to be in the back of the room, she got a better look her fellow sufferers.  Most of them looked
to be about her age, some of them younger, some slightly older, but the only middle aged women there were the matrons.  Cassie wondered if they were all brought in to work at this place, or were they former brood mares themselves?
  She shuddered at the thought. 

She would find a way out of this place – she had to!
  At night she wept for the child she would never see again, and she knew they intended her to birth as many more as her body would supply
.  And she knew several women – mostly of a lower class than she had been – who had upwards of twelve children!  If her body turned out to be only somewhat fertile, she would probably pass that record easily!

This was a day that Jurek was gone.  She never knew were – and he would never even think of telling her.  He never discussed anything with her – she was no more than a means to an end to him – unless it was telling her about something horrible he intended to subject her to, just so that he could watch her face as he did so.

So it was the two maidens who had escorted her from his room, leashed, as always,
and this time was the first time she had had to make her way past all of the other women before she got to a table. 
What she saw frightened her to her very core.

She stopped short in front of one woman that she was appalled to realize looked hauntingly familiar.

“
Savannah?”

The woman’s head was in that awful position she knew only too well, her leash attached high up the pole so that she couldn’t low
er her head
, but she didn’
t seem to recognize Cassie, her tired eyes closing as if she just wanted to blot everything that her life had become out.

“Savannah, is that you?”

Just as her accompanying matrons jerked rudely on her arm, those eyes opened, and Cassie knew she had seen a spark of recognition there.  As she was hauled away to her own equally
mortifying fate,
she knew that that was Savannah St. George.

While she was being secured in place, moved up or down a bit for t
he comfort of those around her, Cassie remembered what she knew about poor Savannah, who seemed to be having a much harder time around here than she was – not that Cassie’s life, as constricted and controlled as it was was any wonderful prize, but Savannah looked totally exhausted and underfed for what Cassie knew they were putting her through.

She had been the daughter of a neighbor, probably the closest thing to a friend she’d had as a kid, although her mother hadn’t liked how
tom boyish Cassie was, so she wasn’t allowed to come
around all that often.  They had debuted at the same time, and Savannah found a beau right off who wanted her to come to England to meet his family.  He ha
d a title and everything, if Cassie
remembered correctly.

She wondered suddenly if it was Victor?

Savannah
was allowed to go, with an older aunt acting as duenna, but the family ne
ver heard anything more from either of them
from that point forward. 
Not a word.  She disappeared without a trace, and now Cassie knew the reason why.

Her family had probably g
one through much the same thing about her, Cassie realized, tears filling her eyes.

But there was little time to dwell on either
of their misfortunes as those ham handed men each grabbed a hold of a teat and began squeezing, which always caused Cassie to groan down low in the throat at the combination of pain along with the exquisite
relief she felt when all of that fluid was being drained out of her.

Unfortunately, one of the matrons always hung around, in the same position that Jurek assumed, and, to her absolute horror the first time it had happened, they did much the same things to her.  Cassie was aghast at the idea that a woman would touch her so intimately, but they did,
even eschewing the usual glove and actually handing her privates with no barrier,
just a layer of thick lube that allowed those smaller fingers to glide over her and poke into every nook and cranny she owned.

She didn’t know if it was because they were women, too, or what, but whenever one of them did this to her, she could feel her own pussy swelling, even more so than it did with Jurek.  They weren’t really a lot gentler with her – their goal was to bring her to pleasure so that it w
ould be easier to milk her, so they didn’t tease her like Jurek did, and perhaps that was the difference.  When those much more delicate fingers cupped her, she knew exactly what they intended to do.  There was no begging for her release, no starting or stopping, no nothing like that.  She knew that the woman standing directly behind her
– who was usually Matushka -
with her hand between her legs
simply wanted to bring her off as many times as she could during this process.

As a result, her body began to anticipation the molestation that she knew was going to result in several long, hard orgasms.  Cassie often wished she was alone during this; the sounds of the other women – who were either
also being brought to orgasm or being punished, and sometimes, as they weren’t allowed to use words in this room, it was darned hard to determine which it was merely by their vocalizations –
made her very uneasy
, especially if anyone near her was being punished.  She found herself listening to the sounds of the other woman’s misery – the
slap-crack
of something leather hitting tender flesh
with the one and only goal of inflicting as much torment to that one poor individual as possible
and the resultant screams and cries
of agony.  Somehow neither of them ever seemed to end.

And they made her h
otter than she would ever admit to.

Unfortunately, someone was right next to her now being “seen to” by a man Cassie assumed was the one she was being bred to, and he had a long, thin length of leather that had several good sized knots tied into it.  It looked – and sounded – extremely painful, and she was glad that Jurek had never used such a thing on her, not that the ones he
did
use were really any better.

But this time it was happening to someone
else, and she was horrified to realize that that might well be a big part of her attraction.

In the beginning of every session, she did her best to resist what they were forcing her to do.  She resisted with all her might.  But that only lasted for a few minutes – never any longer at all.  Her body craved every bit of what was being done to her here, and her mind rebelled just as strongly against it.  But her body easily overruled her mind every single time.

She didn’t want to be brought to such an intimate end by a woman who was old enough to be her mother, while she was bound to a table in a room full of women who were in the same position as she was, while two men
took from her what was meant to nourish her baby.

But her flesh did.  It reveled in it.

Matushka
decided to hurry her along a bit, which was something that Cassie dreaded.  She donned a glove, and Cassie knew exactly what was coming.  The next thing she knew,
one of Matushka’s rubber covered fingers was trying to work its way into her bottom
, while the other continued to swirl and rub and flick her clit.