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Posted: Mon Sep 1st, 2008 11:00 pm |
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Keep it coming Batman! Like it, good story.
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Posted: Wed Sep 3rd, 2008 08:13 am |
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Mmm, Serefina...lovely little bit; that last line holds soooo much potential.
I do have to say though, I was a little bit looking forward to something more drastic happening to Brittenay...but her sister getting the last laugh, as it were, is pretty good to. All in all, a nice little piece, quite looking forward to the next one 
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Posted: Mon Sep 8th, 2008 01:18 pm |
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There's more in store for Brittenay yet,...
Thank's all for the responses, make's a girl feel wanted. 8-)
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Posted: Tue Sep 16th, 2008 12:17 am |
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| NGDSGDAH! I finished what you've written and, all I can say is, I WANT MORE!!! Hence the incomprehensable beginning to this. Please write more. Soon.
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Posted: Mon Sep 29th, 2008 07:33 am |
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I love this storie, it is the best one I have read in a long time, I hope that nothing worse happens to Brittny and that you pic another student to get into worse troble. also I would URGE you to(when this storie is over) wright more that go into depth about the other things that you have your charicters discuss. the soft ball games (and cheerleaders) the student becoming a teacher, the teacher "disoplining" his students and deffinatly whats her names movie carier, the student not the actress. 
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Posted: Wed Oct 1st, 2008 10:28 am |
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Hi All,...
Yes, there's more to come, just RealLife and trying to get my more serious fiction done (and eventually published) keep getting in the way ;-)
Janny: Sorry, but Brittenay's got some tough times in her very near future,..
As for exploring other characters lives, well, that'll depend on how much spare time I've got, girl's got to earn a living after all.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10th, 2008 05:13 pm |
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Well now, let's just see if this keeps you all satiated for a little while longer,....
Oh, and I'm posting this as a very tired girl in the middle of the night, so let's not be to critical if my grammer's not 100% ;-)
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“Don't know if you'd call it willingly, but she didn't exactly put up much of a fight,” Lonnie Davis replied, his attention turning back to the student strapped down to the Jessica 3000 while a pair of classmates teased and aroused her cunt with the important end of a spit pole.
“Oh,.. noo,... somebody stick something large in my fillet,... I'm gonna cum,..” Letitia moaned, thrashing against the bindings and looking Leo square in the face. “Do Me!” she begged.
“You heard her girls” Leo said to his classmates, who both pushed the spit pole deeper in to her, shoving against the resistance her tight fillet had where it's lips gripped the conical tip, until her body opened up to accept the wide pole, accompanied by her squeal of “Nooooooo!”
“Changed your mind?” Leo asked, moving in close to video the spit pole where it entered her.
“I. Meant. Shove your cock up me!” she wailed, using her PC mucsles to desperatly eject the dangerous end of the shaft when her classmates let go of it to make room for Leo to get closer shots of Letitia's glistening cunt fillet.
“Are you sure? It sounded to me like you were asking to be spitted.”
It was more a statement by the young man then a question of the bound and helpless girl. He accompanied it by motioning to the two girls that had been holding the spit, that they should wriggle it about.
“Ohhh,.. Unnggh,.. s,st,..stop, please. Please. Pull it out,....” Letitia began sobbing, ending up wailing out the last few words. “I don' wanna be spitted,...” she added amongst more sobs.
Leo ignored her for a moment, trying to get a sly shot of Angelika, who was clearly enjoying the sight of her classmate in peril, and may not have realised just how many of her fingers she had buried in her own fillet as she watched on.
“Enjoying yourself?” he eventually asked the blissfully unaware girl, making her pause mid stroke before turning beet red.
Leo didn't wait to see what she did next, instead turning back to Letitia and about to torture her further for the camera.
“Leo, can we see you for a minute?” Lonnie called out.
Back in his office, Merle was discussing the terms of Brittenay's repayment contract with her smarter sister.
“What feeding, exercise and milking techniques do you use Mr. Hill?”
“Milker's are tube fed. Waste is taken care of through catherters, exercise isn't needed once the arms and legs are removed, and the milking is done using a combination of gravity feed and suction through surgically bonded receiving cups. Milkers are doped up through the feed on vitamins and hormones to ensure minimum volumes are met, and that they stay compliant and receptive at all times.”
In the corner of the office, Brittenay's skin had paled even further at the description of what was going to happen to her body. Her eyes had grown wide at the thought of becoming no more than a life support system for her massive milk making breasts. She looked up at her sister in fear, 'could she really do that to me?'.
That thought kept going round inside a head that was more used to bobbing up and down on a boys cock than it was of contemplating the effects of her own actions.
“Father keeps his milkers as free range Mr. Hill,. Brittenay has known she'd be a Milker for a long time now. If I didn't know what Father has planned for her breeding cycles, I would be very hesitant to ask for any special treatment for her.”
“But,..?” Merle asked, rasing one eyebrow a little.
“How difficult is it for her to keep her limbs?”
“Is it absolutly nessasary?” Merle asked, glancing over at where Brittenay cowered away from his gaze.
“I think it is. We're not geared up to handle battery cows, and we will be needing her to be able to operate the self-milking units, as well as be able to perform the daily exercise routine Father designed to keep our cows healthy during the breeding programs.”
“Hmmm. What say we leave that question until we get her down to the pens, and I can check to see if there's one of our older style frame mounts left over?”
“I think that'll be okay.”
Down on the factory floor, Letitia was still moaning and begging for her life as the company PR man watched back through the footage.
“Y'know,.. I really don't think I'm the right person to make this decision. Copy the footage to my PDA and I'll email it to our legal department and let them decide while we continue the tour.
Lonnie and the boys nodded, and Leo copied the footage across as requested. Once done he asked the rep, “So what do we do with her until they make the decision?”
“She'll just have to stay put and wait for them. Tighten down the straps so she can't thrash about and do any damage to the machinery or her meat, then we'll get you lot moving on with your tour.”
“What about the moaning?” Dave asked, ignoring Letita's continuing plea's.
“Umm, there should be some gags in the tool drawer of the Jessica. Oh, and don't forget to push that spit in properly and lock it down,” the Rep, said. “We can come back past her later once the Legal's get back to me.”
The boys quickly followed his instructions, filling her mouth with a large rubber ball, rewarded by a sudden reduction in the noise still filling the end of the spitting area as the ball pushed her jaws apart and her cheeks stretched around it. Once the gag was strapped securely to her head, and they'd tightend all of the leather straps down to bind Letitia to the machine, Dave laid one hand down on the spit pole, ready to move it forward.
“One second Dave, let me get a close up of her face while you push it in,” Leo requested, moving to set his camera square in front of his classmates face. “Grab some photo's of her fillet as the spit goes in Will.”
“Sure thing,” Will replied, unwrapping his arm from where it had been around Tess's body, having pulled her in close to his side so he could play with the firm nub of the nipple in reach of his fingers.
Once both camera's were set, Dave rolled the spit pole side to side and then began adding a firm push to slide it forward, far deeper inside the helpless girl than she'd experienced so far.
The colour drained from her face as Letitia felt the tip really pushing her fillet's lips apart, the wetness she'd developed while getting aroused by the teasing now serving as lubricant for the steel shaft. She tried to scream in panic through the rubber gag, her eye's wide open in fear as her body was rudely forced to accept the spit.
Deep in her gut she felt the tip touch the limits of her cunt. She pulled and twisted uselessly against her bindings as Dave continued to push. If she could have screamed she would have raised the roof as she felt the spit bite in to her innards, the tip easily penetrating the innermost flesh, which then distended in to a hole around the sharp end.
Dave felt a slow build up of resistance to the shaft, figuring the tip was now securely positioned in the deepest region of her cunt. The posibility that it had already cut far deeper inside never occurred to him. “I think it's in now, I'm locking it down.”
A few minutes later, after Leo and Will had recorded some more video and photo's, the PR man got the tour group gathered up and ready to move on. Tatiana's frame was quickly unlatched from the '4000, and two of the girls were told to push her back along the overhead rail towards the sound of heavy electrical loads and the smell of cooking meat.
Behind them, Letita moaned in to the gag while she was left alone to ponder her fate. Slowly a red smear of colour appeared around the spit at the opening of her fillet, eventually coalesing in to a drop of blood, that oozed down the fleshy folds to build in size at the tip of her clit, until there was enough to drip on to the clinically clean factory floor.
Meanwhile, Brittenay was finding herself marched through past the public area's of the factory complex, and in through the doors of the milk production facility. She was acutely aware of each step her lucious legs took, each swing of her lovely arms, and especialy, each sway and jiggle of her massive breasts.
She was never more aware of what her future held for her than in those few long minutes it took to walk from the office to the milking stations.
Just as Letitia's face had drained of colour, so did Britenay's pink skin turn almost deathly white as she was walked past the rows of limbless cows attached to milking machines, feeding tubes and waste systems. The smell of milk hanging in the air filled her nose, just another reminder of all she meant to the man who controlled her future, and the sister she was rapidly beginning to fear.
'Why does Daddy always favour her?” she wondered. 'It's not like those little tit's of hers will ever make milk for the farm,..'.
“Climb in to that, Milk Calf”.
Brittenay froze at the words, and how cold the voice that delivered them sounded. She was still frozen to the spot when she felt his hand slap her harshly across her ample rump with enough force to make her stagger forwards towards the frame that was very much like that her ex-teacher currently hung in.
This one would hold her face down and arms out just like Tatiana's, but it would also hold her legs wide apart for the waste tubes to be fitted inside her.
“Get in to it,..”
This time it was her sisters voice that commanded her, and one quick look at the smaller girls face was more then enough warning for Brittenay. Meekly, she stepped up on to the lower rail of the rectangular frame and lifted her arms up to wait for them to strap her in place.
“Do you mind if I do this Mr. Hill?”
“Not at all. Make sure she's secure.”
Beth was quick and efficient, snapping the straps around Brittenay's wrists and making double sure they were frimly and securely clasped in place. She used her own feet to push her sisters legs towards the appropriate bindings, letting the big breasted girl stand on one bare foot as the other was secured, and then forcing her to stretch her legs wide open to secure the remaining limb.
Brittenay sobbed quietly and sagged against the straps, waiting to be hooked up to the machinery, when she heard a very familiar 'tap tap tap' of stilletto heels on the floor.
“Delicia!”
“Shut up Calf!”
Brittenay was stunned in to silence, her faint hope that the two girls older sister would rescue her immediately culled by another hard slap across the face from Beth. “Keep your mouth shut unless your are told to speak, eat, or suck.”
Merle smiled dryly on the inside. 'Really beginning to like this little one' he thought.
“Why do you have shoes on?” he asked the new arrival after giving her otherwise naked figure a lengthy and lingering evaluation, and a quick subtle wave of his hand to thank and dismiss the worker who'd escorted her through to him. 'That's some mighty fine lean beef' he thought, his mouth watering as he took in the vision of Delicia's long legs, slender arms, perky if a little undersized breasts, and very firm rump, both of the latter jiggling with each step she took to reach them.
“She cannot remove them Mr Hill. They're screwed in to the bones of her feet to allow her to walk. Delicia was one of Father's prototype cows for both low fat beef and light milk, unfortuantly her breasts also proved to be on the light side, and her lovely legs were flawed with shortened achilles tendons, making it impossible for her to flatten her feet and walk barefoot.”
“My dear oldest sister is also a little on the dim side, but has much better manners and sense of decorum than Brittenay. If it hadn't been for her incredible beauty, and it's effect on Father's customers when she works as a waitress during meetings, she would have been beef a long time ago.”
“Mr Hill. It's so nice to meet you” the tall late twenties woman said politely, holding her hand out in the age old greeting, smiling and bowing her head in deference to the powerful man before her.
“My pleasure entirely,” Merle responded, taking the hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.
For the first time in a very long time Merle found himself almost lost for words in the presence of an almost perfect beauty.
“Did you bring the shots with you Delicia?”
“Sure did Beth,” she responded cheerfully, her voice sounding more sweet and clear to Merle's ears than any he'd ever heard. Passing the small pouch she carried in her left hand, and finally retrieving her right one from Merle, Delicia gave her little sister a warm smile and waited to find out what she should do next.
Beth busied herself with the series of injections her father had devised to bring on lactation in his milk herd. Each shot was efficiently delivered deep in to the soft tissue of Brittenay's breasts, accompanied every time by a yelp of discomfort as Beth pushed the needles up to three inches deep into each of the exposed and unprotected womanly charms.
Four needles full of a cocktail of hormones and viatmins went in to each breast in turn. “Just the activater to go,” Beth said, stroking one of Brittenay's tit's with her free hand, kneading and rubbing the nipple until it was hard, then plunging the final slender steel shaft straight in through the dark pink nub and in to the very center of the breast she held, squeezing the plunger down to deliver the chemicals that would start the process.
She didn't bother to feign and concern for her sister as she repeated the process on the other nipple and breast, nor did she care about her sister's moans of complaint and discomfort. Beth gave each fleshy mound a clinical assesment once done, noting that the already oversized mammaries were now stretching their skin as if inflated by the volumne of fluids that had been adminisitered to them.
“All looks good. She'll be lactating in an hour or so, and by this time tommorrow she'll be screaming to be milked,...”
“I take it you've done this before?” Merle asked the small girl.
“Many times sir. Father wants me to understand and be proficient at all of the work done at our farm, and to be able to perform it to the highest standards, so that I can ensure all our Milker's are processed efficiently and correctly, to maintain the quality control standards of the product we sell.”
“Shall I fit the feeding and waste tubes now Mr. Hill?”
“No, I think we'll have to leave them off, and I'll get some of my guys organised to make the calf get out and exercise her limbs regularly, for now let's just leave her to build a supply of milk. I'm sure you're right, and she'll tell us when she needs to be milked.”
“Loudly and often sir. I should say, that Father always reminds me to let our cows complain for several hours, to force them to get used to the sensation of having full, heavy breasts sooner.”
“Yes. We do much the same with our battery milkers.”
“What sort of exercises do you plan on giving her?”
“Oh. I think my boys will figure out something they do with her,..”
“I sure sir. Do tell them Brittenay has a reputation of being able to suck the skin almost off one boy while being filled at the other end at the same time. She might give them more of a challenge then they expect.”
“Then they will be advised not to be afraid of being a little rough with her. So long as they don't permanantly damage the calf, or affect her production levels,” Merle responded.
“Do you mind if Delicia and I take a private moment to farewell our sister?”
“Of course,” Merle replied the moment a big smile crossed Delicia's face.
He'd stepped away somewhat when Beth leaned in close to her less well behaved sister and delivered a solemn warning.
“If daddy tells me you've been giving Mr. Hill's workers a hard time, I swear, I'll come down here and cut you down to the size of his battery cows with a blunt wood saw,...”
Even Beth was a little surprised when the normally sweet natured Delicia leaned in and whispered “Not so happy to be a milker now? All those times you were rude about my little boobies,.. I'm so glad I'm not you.”
The two of them turned and walked off together, leaving the defeated figure of Brittenay hanging in place, with Beth and Merle talking shop until he delivered her back to the tour group.
Delicia accepted Merle's arm gratiously and allowed herself to be escorted back to the front office and her waiting dress and handbag, making polite small talk as she went, and assuring Merle she would be happy to attend his weekend bar-be-que with her father.
While her older sister attracted attention from the staff, and the jelousy of the A-Grade's Merle used as unpaid labourers, Beth was being brought up to speed about what the class had seen so far, where, and how, Letitia had been left behind. Once so informed, the small girls attention was focus squarely on the buxom figure of her ex-teacher just as Tatiana was exposed to the first demonstration jolt of power from an electro-snuff workstation.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11th, 2008 07:20 am |
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I honestly hate Merle Hill and the attitudes he brings out in guys.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11th, 2008 07:37 pm |
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Can't wait for the next one!
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Posted: Sun Oct 12th, 2008 04:14 am |
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Oh Venus,.. you say the sweetest things!
You've just told me that I've got the character consistent, and right where I was aiming for.
Thank you! 
Sere.
Edit:
I found out quite recently that some of Dolcett's characters were based on people the artist actually knew, so I should point out that this character is inspired by the Merle character in Dolcett's art, and should not be seen as a reflection of the actual person.
I know that we're all smart enough to understand the difference's between Fantasy, Art, and Reality, I just wanted to make it perfectly clear.
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Posted: Tue Oct 14th, 2008 09:09 am |
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You're weaving an excellent tale here combining interesting characters, enthralling story, and, of course, a big helping of sexy situations. Hands-down the best story I've read to date! Can't wait to read more
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Posted: Fri Oct 17th, 2008 03:47 am |
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Oh Thank You for this latest part to the story. I love it so far. Keep it up.
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