I have already posted the first three parts of this but rather than a fourth I am posting the full story. I am not planning another part right now, though I have some ideas if I decide to come back to it.
This story contains:
Female domination
Male submission
F/M
F/F
A limited description of M/M
Transgender themes
Oral sex
Rimming
Pegging
Milking
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Annelise rose from her desk, leaving the holoscreen packed with rows of icons and status updates, and took the few short steps to the viewing window on the interior wall of her office. Production was going well this week and she was confident that there would be plenty of product to meet the rising demand. She allowed herself the hint of a smile of satisfaction as she surveyed the scene on the floor below.
The row of men stretched away in both directions. The row of naked men. Naked, on their knees, each leg shackled to the platform beneath. And rising from each, from between their hind limbs…she caught herself - legs, they still called them…a flexometallic tube rose toward the duct running the length of the vault, high above them, carrying the precious product, the semen on which the women of the world were now dependent. She closed her eyes and swayed with satisfaction at the rhythmic hum of the machinery as the men were milked.
She did not linger too long, for there was much left to do. Running a BioExtractor facility was complex and demanding work, and she could not afford herself the luxury of dwelling too long, or reminiscing as she often did about her own introduction to the industry, working down on the production line. One of the attendants looked up and saw her watching. A smile flashed, and a latex-gloved hand gave a thumbs-up before the girl turned back to her work.
This one had been cooking nicely for almost an hour and it was time to harvest again. She saw his eyes roll upwards before the lids closed. A thin hint of a smile formed as he began to produce. Not a bad run but this one was a long way from being selected for the high yield section. Ten minutes later he was drained and she put the system into standby mode. She then carefully eased the stimulator dildo from his anus, whereupon his body finally relaxed. She turned to her other bull and checked on his progress. Probably half an hour to go - time for a coffee. She flicked the control on his stimulator up to medium, causing hm to grit his teeth momentarily. Once satisfied he wasn’t going to overcook she peeled off the gloves, freshened up and headed for the cafeteria. Max mode could wait till she got back from her break.
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When the Great Mutation had struck the world it rapidly become apparent that it affected men and women differently. At first it had appeared to be simply that men succumbed to it more easily, and none of the scientists battling to find treatment and prevention had had the remotest inkling of what was to come. It was only in the years that followed as the world continued to struggle to recover from the devastation that the discovery came, the revelation that changed the course of human history. Even so, years of research had not found the answer to why women were protected by consuming semen.
Exactly how this had been discovered was still the subject of much uncertainty, myth and folklore. What was without doubt though was that a regular dose of cum was now essential for female survival. What was more, the more fresh it was the longer the effect lasted. In the ensuing battle for the survival of the species it was the women who had triumphed. The symbolic act in the wake of the final submission of men was the Men’s Rights Act, a misnomer for it was the law that had removed most of them. They now existed mainly to serve the female population, their lives governed by the laws passed by successive female governments. In a strange twist of irony they also had their own survival need, which was controlled by the women.
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“A spunk factory?!”
Francesca could hardly contain her mirth and glee as Ellen, her older sister finally revealed the details of the job that was to see her through her first summer holiday after starting university the previous year. She looked at Ellen, wide-eyed, hand over mouth in feigned disbelief.
“A BioExtrractor, don’t be so vulgar”, Ellen protested.
“But don’t they have machines for that now?”
“Yes, but the quality of what they produce isn’t up to much. It’ll do for the masses but the high yield stuff is really sought-after these days by women who can afford it. They said I had all the right qualities to be…”
“A milk maid!” Francesa laughed.
“Oh lay off, you’ll find out in September when you’re a skint fresher buying cheap cum shots in the union bar.”
“Well girls, it’s not as though ladies of our standing have to concern themselves with all that vulgar processed stuff anyway, not when we get ours straight from the teat, so to speak”, Vanessa interrupted.
“Yes, Mummy”, Ellen agreed, “speaking of which isn’t it time for our morning dose?”
And so it was that the highest quality cum could only be extracted if swallowed straight from the cock. In historical times fellatio would have been the simplest and quickest way to achieve this, but no self-respecting high society woman was going to do that to a man these days. It would be social suicide. Instead they employed fluffer girls who were expert at preparing the male and presenting him ready to deliver.
Alison and her two apprentice girls had been working on the three males continuously since they had been selected by Alison from the stable at dawn. Of all the places a man could find himself kept nowadays this really took some beating. As always she had used her expert instincts to select who was the most ready to nourish her wealthy employer and her daughters. Alison had a guilty secret - she loved her early morning visits to the stable. There was something raw and dangerous about it, a heady mix of pent-up desire, mixed with subdued aggression. The atmosphere, even the smell had her dripping wet even before it had reached her nostrils. Who would be ready this morning, which of them had ruled themselves out by wasting their loads during the night, succumbing to the urges of highly forbidden but tacitly accepted mutual masturbation, or worse with their stable-mates? Which had saved themselves, desperately hoping that she would choose them for an hour or two of immense pleasure, culminating in the ultimate prize of pumping their loads down the throats of the rich society women to whom they owed their very existence here.
The silhouettes of the three men being led by their collar chains across the yard, the dawn light breaking behind them, cut a beautifully artistic scene. They were led through the back door of the arousal room, where the usual rules restricting male behaviour were relaxed, for the whole purpose was to stimulate them skilfully and relentlessly until they were ready to provide. In a scene that would have looked scandalous in most other settings, the three fluffers wore nothing but panties, and the men knew that if they performed well they would be well-rewarded with those when the deed was done. Lucy and Laura were still learning so Alison patiently guided them through the process and techniques. Laura’s charge already had a handful of her bottom as she bent forwards to squirt her first dollop of oil from the dispenser. As he grunted and groped her greedily she applied it to the shaft of his cock, already rock solid, and began to gently stroke and tease.
“Careful pet, I think this one is primed to go off big time if you don’t take it steady”, Alison cautioned.
For over an hour the men were oiled, stroked, stimulated and edged, while greedily touching the women’s bodies in every way that was allowed. The flutters took great care not to bring them over the edge and waste all of that hard work. They didn’t use high-yield techniques for there was no prospect of doing so without bringing the men off right there.
When they were ready Vanessa rang the bell and Alison led the little party into the breakfast room, where their recipients were waiting. Vanessa was a little concerned that the girls preferred to kneel while receiving - it was so undignified and looked too subservient for her liking. She had her stable boy stand on a platform so that he could put his cock into her mouth while she was comfortably seated.
“All ready for you ma’am”
Alison got the timing exactly right as always. Vanessa took the hard cock between her lips and felt it pass over her tongue and into the back of her throat. With so much experience behind her there was no gagging. Almost immediately her stable boy tensed and ejaculated, pumping his load of cum straight down her throat, wave after wave of it. Alison had prepared him well, and no sooner had he finished than he was pulled from her, subsiding already, without a drop spilt. Vanessa turned to see her eldest daughter, on her knees with her mouth stretched wide, as her stable boy delivered her morning dose of cum. She lingered just a little too long for Vanessa’s like after the deed was done, looking suspiciously like the merest hint of fellatio. We’ll have to work on that.
Francesca, also on her knees in front of a muscular stable boy with a well-primed erection, gave a coquettish toss of her wavy brunette hair before opening to receive what Lucy had prepared for her. Then it suddenly went wrong. His eagerness and Lucy’s inexperience in avoiding over-stimulation joined forces and tipped him over the edge. With a groan he spasmed and ejaculated a jet of semen straight into Francesca’s face. Another hit her in the face again then as she tried to pull away there was more, shooting and squirting down the front of her neck and over her blouse. Francesca squealed as she was drenched in cum.
Ellen thought it hilarious and burst out laughing as Vanessa rolled her eyes and sighed with annoyance. Alison knew her procedures very well and went straight into action to rescue the situation. It was important not to let it go to waste, and preserve quality as much as possible. “Don’t cry over spilt milk!” She hurried over to Francesca, who had cum dripping from her chin now, and began to lick her face and neck, slurping up as much as she could. She beckoned Lucy, who had been looking on, unsure what to do to get on with it. Snapping out of it Lucy began to unbutton Francesca’s blouse and lick the cum from her breasts and chest. Her mouth now full, Alison placed her mouth over Francesca’s and transferred the cum into the girl’s mouth, whereupon Francesca swallowed it at once. Alison took just long enough that it became more or a kiss, which was a little unprofessional but she noticed how Francesca seemed to reciprocate. We can work on that. She pulled away and Lucy was next, her salty, cummy lips connecting with Francesca’s to share - share because she managed to swallow a little herself and hoped nobody would be any the wiser.
The dramas over the fluffed girls retreated back into the arousal room with their charges while the ladies turned to preparing for the day ahead, and Francesca headed upstairs to get cleaned up.
The final act of the daily ceremony was for the fluffer girls to remove their panties and give them to the stable boys. They tended to let them use them right there, rather than take them back. It was too risky and nobody wanted to see fights breaking out.
To be continued
If you have not read part one I would recommend that you do first, otherwise much of this will not make sense:
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The Department of Biochemistry was located in a squat, grey, nondescript building, tucked away in the northeast corner of the campus. It was usually much quieter than some of the larger departments but on this damp, drizzly morning there was a long queue of young women waiting patiently outside the main entrance. They were a disparate group, representing every skin colour, hair colour, shape and size conceivable. This was by design, not by accident, as would be explained. Having that many students bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at this early hour was an achievement in itself and when the door was unlatched by a porter just before eight they were grateful to shuffle past her, out of the cold, each pausing briefly for a name check and a tick off the list. “Straight up the stairs girls, head right and take a seat in the lecture theatre”.
They sat in rows, in a big arc stretching above the lectern where Professor Jane Wilkins took her place to open the session. “Welcome ladies, and thank you all for giving your time for this important project, investigating the Fazia effect and which female characteristics determine how strong it is”.
The Fazia effect, named after the woman had discovered it. Fazia had caught an escaped man in her bathroom, late one evening when she was about to crawl into bed with her girlfriend. He had been into her laundry basket and helped himself to the panties that she had been wearing all day. He looked pale, and weak, and was gasping for breath and the two of them thought it safe to have some fun with him. It was a bit cruel in hindsight but it seemed funny at the time. They dragged him into the bedroom, pinned him down and put the knickers over his face. He was panting helplessly under the weight then a strange thing happened. He suddenly gained strength and the colour returned to his cheeks. Muscles now bulging he fought them off with ease and his cock, which they had not even noticed before was proudly erect and actually pulsing.
It was a close run thing, the two of them trapped in the room by an aroused, unpredictable man, barring the door and preventing their escape. Fortunately they managed to summon a security team who subdued him, and to be sure they made him safe by beating him off till it subsided. Second only to the bewilderment about his sudden recovery was the volume of cum that he ejaculated. This was the dawn of the discovery of the effect of the feminine aroma on men. As yet it was still poorly understood but there was no mistaking it, and the effect was far more potent than that which women derived from cum. It was later established that the aggression was unrelated to the Fazia effect and this man had a history of such behaviour.
The introductory talk over, it was time to head to the labs to begin the study. After some debate (and no small measure of indignation) Pollyanna had been assigned to the “blonde, petite” group (strawberry blonde is not a thing, they had said - hah!) and made her way as instructed to room 1.3a. The lab assistant, a 2nd year student like herself, ushered her in and explained the procedure. A naked man was strapped on his back on a low, narrow bench. He was wired up to various monitors, displaying their results on a bank of holoscreens floating to one side. At the head end, on either side of the bench, were some leg and knee rests, which would keep Pollyanna comfortable during the study. There was no seat, because she would be sitting on his face. “It’s OK, you can keep your skirt on. It’s the ones who don’t read the instructions and turn up in jeans - so awkward! Anyway, the first part is really easy, if you could just climb up and make yourself comfortable, yes, face towards the head end this time. Say, you’re really cute, I’ll leave you my locator code if you want to come round for sex later”.
Pollyanna stepped over his chest then knelt in the leg rests - so soft and comfortable - and lowered herself gently onto his face. “Oh, you’re so gentle with him. It’s alright for this bit, the bouncing and grinding comes later. That’s it, make sure his nose is right into your pussy. Right, did you bring your book or screen? You’re going to be there for an hour and it gets boring otherwise. Okay, just make sure his nose doesn’t get any fresh air at all, everything through your knickers please. Other than that just ignore him, have a little snooze if you like. I’ll be monitoring his vitals then at the end I’ll wank him off, take some samples then you can go and have a coffee before part two. No rush as I need time to turn the platforms round as it’s bum to face next time. No cumshots till we’re done please, it skews the results”.
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Miss Francesca will see you in her quarters, 5 minutes please. Alison repeated the words under her breath in a mocking tone as the door closed behind the PA. Since when does an eighteen year old have “quarters”? Or a PA for that matter. Well she knew what this was going to be about, it didn’t take a genius to work that one out. So little Princess Francesca is going to try and get Mummy to fire me. In Alison’s humble opinion Francesca was a haughty, spoilt, stuck up little rich bitch. She much preferred the older one, she was more normal. Let’s face it she wasn’t above a spell of milking cocks for a living. OK, here goes, may as well start looking for a new job.
“Leave us”
The PA nodded and made her exit, closing the door quietly behind her. Francesca was sitting casually on the cream sofa at one end of her living room, the other being occupied by a mahogany desk, the centrepiece of her office space, illuminated by the morning light streaming through the large bay window overlooking the eastern gardens of the estate. Behind her was the door to her bedroom suite. No invitation to sit then, don’t suppose this will take too long. The girl was still in her dressing gown, shoulder-length brunette locks ran down to below her shoulders, still wavy and wet after the shower that she had unexpectedly needed after breakfast. The front of her dressing gown was just open enough for the inner curves of her breasts to be visible.
“It’s about this morning”
Here goes.
“I’m sorry miss”, urgh, why do I have to grovel to this brat - oh yeah, I need the money, “I am so sorry, really sorry, I’ve spoken to her already, she’s just learning, please…”
“I liked it!” Francesca blurted urgently.
“Huh?”
“I liked it when you kissed me”
“I didn’t, I swear”
“Liar liar, pants on fire, yes, you did, course you did, and I don’t mind”.
Then Francesca began to blush crimson, and turned her eyes towards the floor. “And I liked it when he spunked over me”
“What, no come on Fran..miss…you can’t say things like that”.
“I did, and when I got back up here I didn’t get straight in the shower, I wanked myself silly first, then I came so hard I nearly bit my tongue off”.
Alison didn’t know what to say next. If Vanessa heard her daughter talking like this she’d go nuts, and guess who would get the blame. She’d probably fire poor Lucy as well, poor kid really needed this job too.
Francesca seemed to get over her acute embarrassment, now that the confession was out. She looked up at Alison with determination in her eyes now.
“I want it to happen again. I want you to take me to the stable, late at night. I want lots of them to do it, all at once, on my knees surrounded by them”.
“Are you out of your mind?”
Alison put her thumb and forefinger to her forehead and frowned earnestly. Think kiddo, you’ve got to talk her out of this.
“Have you any idea how dangerous that would be, do you know what else they can do with those cocks, they could attack us - they would attack us, nobody would know, nobody would come and help…”
“I’ll have sex with you!”, the girl exclaimed, then lowered her voice, and her head and looked up at Alison, “you can do anything you want”.
She shifted her position, the dressing gown falling open. A brief but delicious glimpse of two puffy nipples then she covered herself again.
God I’d love to fuck this little cunt! What an offer, but it’s such a crazy idea..oh fuck it, you only live once.
Alison had her own secret desire to visit the stable during the night, and had spent many a lonely night imagining all sorts of disgusting and depraved scenarios, each of which featured her and a group of stable boys, but it had always just been outrageous fantasy, not something that you would seriously consider.
“OK, I’ll do it. Say, you might want to think carefully about your offer, I can be very imaginative you know, I didn’t end up in a job like this by living in a convent. And I want the girls too…Lucy and Laura…they get to have you as well…all three of us. Anything we want”.
“Anything”.
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The high yield section was located at the far end of the lower floor, and although Ellen was new to this business the experience of walking past row upon row of men being industrially milked was enough of an experience to give her some perspective on the contrast between the two. Annelise showed her through the solid double doors at the end and they entered an area with a significantly different feel to it. The violet lighting in the corridor beyond was subdued, but it was illuminated by the bright white light shining through form a series of glass-fronted cabins, each occupied by just one man, attended to by a whole team of women. “They’re waiting for us in number three, they’ll show you all that you need to know”.
As the glass panel door slid electronically open, and they stepped into the temperature and humidity-controlled environment, Ellen didn’t know which way to look - at the striking red haired woman waiting to greet them or at the magnificent specimen of a man, neatly strapped up on all fours in a much more luxurious version of the contraptions out on the factory floor. The door slid quietly closed behind them, and the effective sound-proofing then also became evident as the noise from the outside was abruptly silenced. Annelise made the introductions then left Ellen with Bella, who proceeded to explain everything, as she had obviously done many times before.
“So welcome to high yield. This is where we produce our premium product for the luxury market. I say luxury - obviously not everyone is wealthy enough to afford their own stable and have it fresh every day like yourself but this is certainly the next best thing. So the machines are all well and good, and very efficient but our research showed that a little more personal attention dramatically increases the yield and the quality but it is very labour intensive. You may have learned in biohistory that early twenty-first century males could produce rather small quantities at one go, then they were unable to go again for quite some time. If you work these bulls well and keep them hydrated you can produce upwards of a couple of litres an hour, so long as they can stand the orgasms. It takes a bit of training.”
Ellen was half listening, half fascinated by the scene before her wide eyes.
“These girls have passed a rigorous selection process, and we only take the best.” Meaning, you got in here because you’re mum is well-connected but we won’t mention that bit. “Irina has rather small hands”, the very petite young woman with the short mousey bob looked up from her stool, next to the bull’s hind legs and grinned, “but she beat the cum out of the twelve cocks at her selection panel so comprehensively that she was actually invited to stay behind and finger bang the head of the selection panel when they’d finished”. Irina did indeed have small hands, and an impish little face, so innocent looking. I wonder where she learned her trade mused Ellen and she remained mesmerised by what she was witnessing.
Irina’s job was to milk the cum directly from his cock into the receptacle beneath. Perhaps the more comfortable position from which to achieve this would have been sitting behind him, between his knees, but the position was taken by Skye. Skye was big - in every way. Beautiful Skye. Hair as red as Bella’s, big Amazonian breasts, muscular thighs and big, muscular buttocks. Red was definitely Ellen’s favourite colour and she was briefly distracted by a fantasy of being sandwiched between Skye and Bella. The most striking thing about Skye though was the big white cock strapped to her, the white straps curving round above her hips, with a further strap disappearing between the cheeks of her bottom.
“So we found that an anal probe to stimulate their glands makes them cum more often and dramatically increases the volume. The mechanical probes used on the machines work well, but for the best results you need a big strong girl like Skye to, not to put too fine a point on it, fuck them up the arse. Good rhythm makes all the difference too and Skye here can deliver a right good pounding once she gets into her stride”. Skye beamed at them and stroked her dildo menacingly while squeezing a dollop of lubricant over the bull’s anus.
Ellen felt certain that she would benefit from a good pounding from Skye. She wouldn’t need no fake lube either.
Their attention drifted from one end of the bull to the other, where a chair was placed in front of his head. On it sat Pollyanna. Dainty, girly, vain little Pollyanna, her strawberry blonde locks curled to perfection, pink glossy lipstick, nails manicured to within an inch of their lives. The bull’s face was buried in Pollyanna’s crotch, and her legs were wrapped around his neck. She giggled and squealed - “ooh, he’s such a naughty little munchkin. He’s only supposed to sniff, not to lick, aaah we haven’t even started the demo yet..ooh”. Her knickers were on the floor beside the stool.
“Pollyanna was recommended to us after she took part in a study at the university. They’d never seen such a strong Fazia effect. When she goes for a break we just use her panties on him instead. Okay ladies, off you go”
A nod and a wink from from Skye then she turned, grabbed her cock and gently penetrated him. He flinched as the dildo slid up into his rectum. His head went down, Pollyanna squealed again, then Skye began to fuck him, gently at first but building up to a steady pace. Irina waited patiently till the signs began to appear that he was ready, then she oiled her palm and began to milk. His cock looked quite large to Ellen and she thought she would have trouble getting that into her mouth, especially with the big bulbous end, and would probably end up like Francesca, getting a facefull as she struggle to get the tip between her lips before he exploded . Irina deftly end expertly worked up and down the shaft and squeezed and rubbed the tip, paying particular attention she noticed to the skin on the underside of the tip. After a couple of minutes the bull groaned loudly, and his whole body tensed into a spasm before the cum began to pump from his cock, while Irina, with perfect rhythm and timing, continued to milk. On and on it came, squirting into the receptacle like milk from a cow’s teat, only thicker and more voluminous. Skye fucked him harder, the definition in the muscles of her thighs and buttocks unmistakeable. Ellen lost track of time but eventually the cum was drained and the bull was given respite from his prolonged orgasm as the milking stopped and Skye withdrew, stroking him and patting him on the buttock as she did so. Good boy.
“Okay, so we’ll let him recover from that one then you can have a go at milking”.
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“One large glass of Château Beauvoix, two vodka blues and three cum shots please”
“I’ll warm those up for you and bring them over - on the tab?”
Laura balanced the three drinks between her hands and made her way back to their table in the centre of the bar, where her friend and girlfriend waited among the glasses, empty save for the melting ice cubes. Saturday night was young yet, and they had only just got started.
“So does it work if you eat your own?” pressed the ever inquisitive Anna. Sherry rolled her eyes and Laura apologised to her girlfriend. “I’m so sorry, she is so embarrassing at times.
“It’s fine”, Sherry sighed, “I’m used to it. It ranks third after ‘do you have black blood too’ and ‘can I touch your hair’. It’s no to all three, before you ask. Don’t be so dim - it’s like saying can you catch a cold from yourself”.
“Don’t worry about it, she’s just jealous of your cock”. Anna pulled a face at Laura and stuck her tongue out like a toddler.
“Have you ever thought of getting a job as a bull fucker?”
“Anna, can it will you or we’ll take you home and tag team you till you beg us to stop”.
Anna was joking, in her usual uninhibited style, the social hand grenade always ready to ask what everyone else is thinking but knows not to, but the truth was that trans women were quite sought after in the bioextractor industry. Penetrating the bulls with a real cock was even more effective than using an artificial one. Nevertheless, Sherry wasn’t interested in that kind of job. Well, she was sure she wasn’t. Though the lady on the phone was very persuasive. You know, perhaps it wouldn’t do any harm to go along and see what was what, no obligation and all that.
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At 3 am precisely Francesca was woken from her fitful sleep by her eMaid system. Such was the anticipation and mounting excitement that she had found it difficult to sleep at all, or to keep her fingers from between her legs in between bouts of slumber. The natural light lamps gently illuminated the lower reaches of the walls, as the sound of birdsong and a gently bubbling spring began to fill the air. Coffee was on its way, a ginger espresso. With an irritated, waved hand gesture the room was plunged back into darkness. No birds, no coffee. All she wanted was a simple alarm, not anything that was going to draw attention from security as they did their rounds. She slipped from her bed and made her way into the bathroom. It felt a bit weird brushing her hair and freshening up, as though that really mattered. They wouldn’t care, or probably even notice.
She briefly admired herself in the full-length mirror, then removed her silk pyjama shorts and top, now standing naked she went back into the bedroom, dropped the top on the bed and took the shorts with her into the living room. There she collected yesterday’s thong and stuffed both items into the pocket of her long, black faux fur coat. She pulled on a pair of ankle boots, then put the coat on. A deep breath then she slipped quietly through the door, remembering to deactivate the alarm system. Walking naked under her coat she felt very sexy, and her nipples hardened and began rubbing against the inside of her coat.
Down the stairs then through the door to the courtyard, where Alison was waiting. “Did you remember to bring them?”
Francesca’s nod was visible in the bright moonlight, as was her condensing breath in the cold, crisp air. With the amount of masturbating that had been going down in the past couple of hours those shorts were going to set them on fire.
The two of them crept across the yard, cringing at the sound of the crunching gravel. In Alison’s imagination Francesca was wearing a collar and a leash, hands secured behind her back and was completely naked, but in the real world she couldn’t contemplate restraining the girl, not where they were going. She needed to be able to move fast if things got out of hand.
As they neared the stable Alison heard a sudden increase in motion, as they began to stir. “God, they can smell us already”, Alison whispered,”smell you anyway - are you wet?”
“You have no idea”
“Yeah I do, even I could tell when you came out of that door and I don’t even have a man’s nose”.
They arrived at the heavy wooden door, and Alison held her wrist against the small pad on the side, half way down. A small light changed from red to green and the door unlocked. At that point she realised that the logs would show up their little clandestine trip. Jo in tech would fix that for her. Jo did anything Alison wanted…now. The door swung open, and thankfully didn’t creak too. Francesca followed her in and closed it behind them then took in the atmosphere in the dark - the smell, the humidity, the sound of all those men breathing, grunting, a rhythmic slapping sound, the sound of shuffling and fists on metal. Alison touched a pad on the wall and a dim yellow light illuminated the scene. A row of cages, with bars like a jail, three or four naked men in each. Most were awake, and some were pounding on the bars with their fists. In one cage there was a man on his knees, head to the floor and held down by a second, with a third behind him, kneeling between his legs, pelvis thrusting back and forth as he ruled himself out of being selected for breakfast. They stopped as the light went on, separating sheepishly. The man who was on the receiving end retreated to a different corner and curled up on the floor.
“Your scent has set them off already. They should be asleep!”
It wasn’t all Francesca, Alison was also making her own contribution to the pheromones. She had to be careful, this could get out of hand. One tall, muscular man stood at the front of his cage, fists grabbing the bars and his gaze firmly fixed on therm. He was erect. Time to exert some control.
Alison led Francesca to the cage and stood in front of him, staring him down. Then she opened the front of Francesca’s coat so the girl stood exposed. Alison slipped a finger between Francesca’s thighs and into her pussy, then withdrew it, glistening with cream. She stepped towards him, then reached through the bars and traced the outline of his lips, before putting her finger in his mouth. He licked greedily then she pulled her finger out. Behave yourself and maybe you’ll get some more. The tension palpably fell as the aggressive behaviour subsided and one by one they withdrew from the bars.
She turned to Francesca, grabbed her head and kissed her deeply and roughly, then she led her by the hand towards a door at the end of the passageway.
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Sherry found the night shifts fitted in best with her routine, and having got over her initial reservations she was finding that the high yield section of the bioextractor facility was a home from home. “Your cock is much bigger than the bull’s”, giggled Pollyanna, looking wide-eyed from her perch in front of his head. It was true, the bull’s penis was only a couple of inches long and the milk maid was having trouble getting her hand round it, finding that thumb and forefinger were the most practical way of milking. “It’s what comes out that counts”, she laughed,”you’re only an ickle boy aren’t you, but you’ll cream for me won’t you, yes you will” she continued, in a mock mummy-toddler voice. “Sherry here will fuck it out of you anyway”, she added gruffly.
Sherry’s girl-cock was indeed long, and thick, and right now was glistening with lubricant as she ran her fingers over the tip to get it ready for penetration. Bella watched silently from the darkness of the passageway outside. She did like to watch Sherry with the white bulls, the contrast in skin tones was rather pleasing to the eye.
“Don’t you have to cover it then?” asked the milkmaid.
“No, they said it was fine, I can spunk up them if I want to and it makes me come easier”
“Not fair! You and Pussyanna get to orgasm on the job - what about me?”
“If you ask Polly nicely she’ll let you sit on her face during break. Actually you don’t need to ask”.
They all laughed as the got to work draining the spunk from the little white bull.
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The room was a holding room for bulls who were being prepared for trips outside, such as to labour or be taken to the arousal room for their breakfast duties. There were restraints on the walls where they could be safely tethered until ready. Alison took Francesca’s coat from her and instructed her to kneel naked in the centre of the cold stone floor. She took a moment to admire the beautiful young woman who was about to be defiled, at her own request, and savoured the moment.
“This is important, don’t move until I say so. You’re out of reach there. If you’re too close you’ll have a cock inside you in no time and then…look, just don’t move”.
Francesca’s heart was beginning to race and she felt her mouth go dry, and breath quicken. She’s going to bring one in. It’s really happening.
With a parting glance to say, really don’t move, Alison disappeared out of the door. A couple of minutes later she appeared - with two men, each wearing a restraint harness and led by a leash on a collar. She brought them into the room and secured them to the wall. On sight of Francesca kneeling their their cocks began to slowly stiffen, and rise from their flaccid positions hanging down against the bulls’ thighs to point proudly forwards.
“Looks like they like what they see!”
Francesca had started masturbating, looking greedily at the cocks.
Alison made her way over to Francesca’s coat and took out the thong and the shorts. She approached the first bull and placed the thong over his head, with the gusset over his nose. He began to breathe quickly and deeply, and his erection swelled further. With the silk pyjama shorts she approached the second. He was drooling - he could smell the scent even before she got to him. He strained at the restraint as Alison teased him with them, then she placed them over his head. He went crazy, bucking and pulling, his cock bouncing and throbbing as he thrashed around. Alison grabbed them and pulled them off again. “Whoa, that’s a bit strong, I think it’s safer if we put these aside”.
Alison left Francesca with the two highly sexually aroused bulls and went back to the cages, returning with two more. Now four of them were secured in a circle around her. “Are you ready”. A determined nod.
She flicked a lever on the first bull’s restraint and he was now able to advance forwards, close enough for Francesca but without enough leeway that he would be able to fuck her if he tried to. Francesca wasted no time. She was used to having a cock in her throat and went straight to work on it. For the first time though, she was performing fellatio. She kissed it, licked around the tip, then took it into her mouth. He recoiled a little as the teeth bit down, so she relaxed her jaw, which was difficult, because it was so thick. Now her head began to bob back and forth. She eased it out again for a break and realised that while she was preoccupied with it Alison had released the other three, and all four cocks were pointing at her head and face, at close quarters.
Alison slipped up behind her, put an arm round and started to caress her body and breasts as she went round the circle, sucking in turns. As she sucked each one she held two of the others, one in each hand.
The bulls had not been primed and fluffed but it was not long before the first ejaculated, spraying warm semen over her face. It dripped from her hair into her eyes, and she gasped while trying to clear it out. Before she could finish the second shot his load on her face. Alison had two fingers in her pussy. Now a third was in her throat, pumping as she gagged on it. This one was going straight down, like at breakfast, but he was fucking her mouth as he emptied himself into her.
Now the fourth was straining. He was losing control and was trying to grab her buttocks. He shoved Alison to one side on the cold floor and grasped at Francesca, his cock as hard as ever, ready to fuck her. He pulled and pulled at the restraint, Francesca screamed, there was a flash, he fell to the floor, writhing around before falling still and silent. She turned and saw Alison with both hands gripping a zapper, resembling a pistol. She’d managed to get to it in its holster on the wall and stunned him with it.
“Let’s get you out of here!”
Alison put her arms under Francesca’s and lifted her bodily up, bustling her out of the room and into a cleaning cupboard next door. She had to wait in there, dripping with cum, as Alison returned and hurriedly freed the other three bulls from their restraints and led them back to their cages. She had to take a chance on the stunned one, dragging him with much effort into a vacant cage and leaving him on the floor there. She was sure he would be OK. She took the silk pyjama shorts and stuffed them over his face, cradling an arm around them and leaving him in the recovery position. That would certainly cure him, and by morning nobody would question why he had them, save to say that whoever had taken such a garment into the stable was a bit foolish and could have caused a massive fight over them. Likewise the thong in the holding room - very slapdash.
She gathered Francesca and her coat, and bundled her out into the cold night, half dragging her back to the main house. That was close.
“Do you want to come in and lick the cum off me again?”
She didn’t seem fazed by it all - incredible. That’s enough excitement for one night I think, and I can wait until it’s time to claim my reward.
“I’m good thanks. I hope you enjoyed that because…never again”.
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Francesca had never experienced an evening quite like it, though her escapades in the stable had to rank at a similar level of being way off the scale. Whatever the scale was, this was definitely way off it. By four in the morning the scene resembled the aftermath of an historic battle, with the discarded weapons and munitions scattered around the scene, and defeated troops resigned to their fate, which now lay entirely in the hands of their victors and captors. Some of the rhetorical threats made in the prelude to the battle had been carried out while others proved to be just that, rhetoric. The world would never be the same as before the conflict, the future was to take a different path that nobody had foreseen before it all started.
There were no discarded munitions here, but there were an awful lot of empty bottles and glasses, scattered everywhere, the tables, windowsills and all over the floor. It would be a monumental effort for whoever had the unenviable task of clearing that up later. It wasn’t just alcohol, it was the other stuff. Francesca had little knowledge of such things before tonight but she was fairly sure that it couldn’t be legal, but wow, just wow. The weapons of war were the implements and toys that had been used to do things to her body that she could not have imagined. When, shortly after she had arrived at Alison’s unexpectedly large and comfortable suburban house and they had lifted her dress and spanked her bottom and made her confess to being a silly, stuck up little rich brat, she had no inkling that that would be the tame end of things.
Her reverie as she recalled the night was interrupted as Alison’s tongue slipped into her anus again, now gently accompanied by the fingers teasing her clitoris Was she coming again or was it just one night-long, glorious orgasm. She was prone, her legs parted and restrained at the ankles by cuffs, the soft rest underneath her abdomen ensuring unfettered access to her intimacy. Her wrists were also cuffed but she had enough freedom of movement to arch her back as the climax coursed through her. Then the tongue was there to greedily devour the cream as it dribbled from her. It was too much, the added stimulation and Alison knew instinctively to back off and let her recover for a minute or two, but Lucy continued to kiss and caress the backs of her knees and her thighs. At least they were not taking turns with the weapons - the electrical stimulators, hooked up to A.I. that could sense her responses and deliver a virtual edging that had to be experienced and could not be described; the giant vibrator, powered by the fusion cell. She had seen something similar before - Mummy didn’t know that she knew that Mummy had one. It wasn’t the kind of thing you brought up over breakfast, not even when waiting for the cock to be brought to the table. Soon there would definitely be two of those in the house. At least two. Sis has probably got one stashed away somewhere.
She could hear the grunting and moaning from across the room. Laura and Sherry were still at it. So that was a surprise then. She hadn’t exactly agreed to having more guests invited to partake, but now that she had lost her virginity to a girl with a big cock she was not going to file a complaint about that one. Most girls didn’t lose it at all since being fucked by men was strictly off-limits but seriously now she longed to make another trip to the stable to let them finish what they tried to start last time. Mind you, what would Alison want as payment for arranging that? Not sure she could afford it if tonight was anything to go by.
So Alison and her troops were the victors. Francesca was the defeated army, who had surrendered her fate into their hands. The uncharted future was that she had fallen in love with Alison, who had done a complete about-face regarding this horrible little coquette whom she now adored. How they were going to get this round Mummy and Ellen…that was for after the hangover to worry about. Right now the only thing on her mind was what Alison had just asked her to do to her.
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As incident reports went, this one was far more entertaining than ant Annelise had ever had to file before. She had to stifle her mirth and behave professionally and officially when she had answered the emergency buzzer and rushed to the high yield section. She had never seen so much cum on one girls and poor Pollyanna had been quite unprepared for the difference between a fully-fucked prize bull and the stable boys to whom Ellen was more accustomed when she had described their daily routine and Pollyanna had decided to give it a go. The irony was that her own panties had been part of the problem. She was too good. She had agreed not to tell Mummy, in return for getting to watch Ellen licking the cum off Pollyanna, and now the two of them were going to attend to Annliese’s needs in the office, after which she would accidentally delete the report.
Never a dull moment at the spunk factory.
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