Author: Dr. Gamble
Title: My Day on the Farm
Summary: This piece is a close companion of the
first one.  It consists of a narration of a portion
of the first story from the point of view of one of
the male participants.
Keywords: M+f nc rape Mdom bd violent tort lac f-1st

This story is of an adults only nature, please do not continue
reading if you are not of age to do so.  This story is a part of
a collection of related fantasies which deal with rape and
violent torture of a non-consenting nature.  The content of these
stories is entirely based on fantasy and not to be confused with
reality or construed as an endorsement of the activities
depicted.  While some of these stories contain characters who are
subjected to various situations including slavery, abuse, and an
assortment of other unspeakable acts against nature, remember
that both the victims and perpetrators are characters and not
real people.

MY DAY ON THE FARM 

The family was always good to me.  I suppose that's why when
things got too hot for me to stay in Chicago they went ahead and
sent me on out to the island.

I remember hearing about the island back in the late sixties when
my kid brother started his job as a chef in their resort kitchen. 
The way he would tell me about his life out there, I always
thought of it as some sort of a magical place filled with
gambling and women.  Well magical or not, it was a place hidden
far, far away, somewhere way out in the Caribbean.  He used to
tell me that I should give up my prize fighting and come join him
in paradise.  Of course what the guys in Chicago told me was that
everybody on that island was a bunch of queers.  Now I didn't
know about the others out there, but I was pretty sure that my
kid brother had a thing for other guys.  I guess it would make
sense that they could keep their stock of women fresher by not
having anybody around to finger the merchandise.  Anyway, my
training and boxing kept me busy back at home and I had little
time to dream of life in the tropics.

I remember that there was one time though, when I did get
involved with that island's white slave trade.  It was back in
the early eighties when I was working with some collection outfit
out on the Southside and this call came in late one night for a
couple of guys to pick up a delivery from a certain warehouse
near the airport.  Since I knew the layout, the guys brought me
along.  The whole thing was really nothing more than a routine
operation.

Anyway, it was pretty late this one night and me and a couple of
the guys from the gym where I used to train headed out to the
warehouse area just east of Midway.  We got there and quietly
waited in the limo on a deserted street and soon enough a garage
door on one of the buildings opened up and we drove on in.  The
other two guys got out and started talking to this black guy who
looked like some kind of pimp and pretty soon he went into a back
room and then came right back out with this little white girl.

The girl was gagged with her hands tied behind her back and
looked young, thin, and pretty.  She had been crying a lot and
judging from her clothes I guessed she was a young hooker who had
gotten into some sort of trouble with this pimp.  Then our guys
took her and put her in the back of the car with us.  We left the
warehouse and on our way to the airport one guy picked her up and
put her over his knee and held her down while the other one
shoved a needle into her butt.  She squealed a little and then
was out and so they pulled the gag off of her so she wouldn't
accidentally suffocate.

The guys said she was just the kind we wanted for the island's
retraining operation.  I asked what she was worth and the only
answer I got was "a lot more than you'll make in a year." 
Actually, at the time I was winning most of my fights and doing
pretty good.  Then they told me that we weren't actually buying
her but that she was being taken in for a little instruction and
when her training was done she would be returned back to her
pimp.  She was worth a lot more to us working than being locked
away on some island.

Arriving at Midway, I showed them where the warehouse area they
were looking for was and when we got there we were met by a small
Lear.  The girl was quickly loaded into the cargo door and the
plane took off, headed I suppose, to the Caribbean.

While my brother used to call me up once in a while, I didn't
really think about that island again until several years later
when I was part of a job where we ended up taking out this stupid
undercover cop.  We didn't exactly kill him but he was laid up
for a while and the whole thing got in the news, managing to piss
off a lot of do-gooder politicians.  Well since I had been
fingered in this operation, the family decided to send me
somewhere safe for a while and the island came up as a solution. 
While I wasn't the kind of guy they usually sent out there, my
kid brother had heard about my problem and told them that he
could put me up with him until things cooled down enough for me
to go back to work in the city.  He said I'd still have to work
some while I was there, doing odd jobs like being a bouncer at
the casino or maybe some repair work around the resort, but
mostly I'd have a lot of time to lay on the beach.  I jumped at
it.  It seemed like a good chance for me to see my kid brother
again and at the same time spend some vacation time in paradise.

So, very early one Friday morning I took a little trip out to
Rockford and flew in a private jet to Miami.  That night I
continued on from there in an old DC-3 transport along with a
load of supplies headed for the island.  We landed once around
sun up, in Bimini I guess, easily clearing customs with a quick
inspection of our cargo and the new I.D. I'd been given.  After
about a half hour we landed on this little tiny island sitting
out in the middle of the Caribbean.  It was a lot smaller place
than I imagined with the resort casino on one end and beyond some
hills and a long cement wall on the other end, the slave
quarters.  There was also the airstrip, some warehouse buildings
and a fantastic white sandy beach.

As it turned out, the same day I got there they put me right to
work.  My brother picked me up just as soon as I got off the
plane and told me all about the place while he made me breakfast. 
They were doing some big changes to the whole prostitution
operation right about then and the first thing I found out was
that little island was where it was all run from.  The family had
been dealing in hookers for some time and had set up a place on
the island where they could punish and educate those that needed
special attention.  They also had gotten into selling some of
them, ones they didn't want or need, and because of its good
location, the island also became the shipping point for these
girls to Africa and the Middle East where there was plenty of
demand and ready cash for white women.  While U.S. citizens were
prized, especially by the Arabs, most of this trade came up
through South and Central America where the officials were more
easily bought off.  But the island was also used for something
else.

Sometime in the early eighties there was this doctor on the
island who had been looking for some kind of a drug to boost the
size of a woman's tits.  What he finally came up with instead was
some hormone stuff which would somehow make a woman give milk. 
While just one shot would only work for a little while, if you
kept doing it over and over one of them could put out about a
quart a day of really creamy milk for about a month or so before
her tits would finally burn out.

It seemed that there was this one Arab prince or something who
had a thing for human milk.  Actually the rumor was that he also
ate human flesh and was especially interested in cooking up
women's sex organs to serve to his guests.  Well nobody really
knew anything about that, but he was willing to pay a lot of
money for milk and that was enough to keep the family interested
in him.  Anyway this Arab guy loved it and became their first
regular customer.

They started out by just taking any one of the slave girls,
usually one that needed extra discipline training, give her the
shots, use her for a couple weeks, and then would switch her out
for a new one about the time she wore out.  But by the early
nineties their success with that little dairy operation had grown
so much that they ended up setting aside a part of the slave
quarters, and a few of the slaves, to use as a little human dairy
farm.

There was this German guy on the island who was a real nut when
it came to anything dealing with this dairy thing and so he was
placed in charge.  My brother told me that his father had run
some sort of Nazi torture outfit during the war before he escaped
to Argentina and that he ran the dairy like a German prison camp. 
Well wherever he got his ideas, he designed the new dairy wing to
use three slaves, producing enough to give him the half gallon of
milk a day they sold to their clients and enough extra to
experiment with.  That's where he started making butter, cheese,
some really sweet cottage cheese, and even ice cream.

Making butter was the thing he was best at.  It wasn't enough for
him just to get the cream from the slaves tits, he instead
decided that they should somehow be made to churn their own cream
into butter using their female parts.  So anyway he experimented
with several devices.  The first was this mechanical churn which
had its handle connected to a slave's pussy.  By forcing her to
jerk it back and forth, he would get her to work the churn.  His
next try was to take a rubber bladder which he somehow actually
stuck up inside one of the slave's own cunt.  Once he got it in
there he filled it up with cream and then somehow shook the
slave's bottom enough until she finally turned into butter.

What he finally ended up with was a bullet shaped metal cylinder
which he chilled and like the rubber thing, rammed up into a
slave's cunt.  The cooling part helped thicken the butter fat and
he ingeniously made the churning action by running electric
shocks into the slave's pussy, grabbing her cunt muscles around
the cylinder.  I kind of winced when my brother mentioned that
last part to me but he told me that while the shocks probably
weren't particularly enjoyable they also didn't seem to leave any
burn marks or lasting effects.  Besides, I had to agree with him
that the idea of a pretty slave girl churning her own milk in her
own little cunt made the product even that much more appealing to
that growing Arab market.

Finally my brother pointed out that while this whole thing might
seem like pretty gruesome torture to do to a young girl, you had
to remember that these girls were really only there because of
something they themselves had done wrong.  The only good girls on
the island were the dancers in the casino.  The ones in the slave
quarters were, in fact, not really girls at all but just
commercial property as he called it.  And then he laughed and
said that the German guy told him once that since they were in
his building they were actually his property and if they had any
skills in the dairy business, anything that came out of their
tits was his to use.

Well I didn't know about girls being property but I did have to
agree with him that since they had only gotten there through
their own doing, whatever it might be that they did, it was their
own fault if nasty things happened to them while they were there. 
There just wasn't really any point to worrying too much about
them since they were really just a bunch of no good whores, a
bunch of trash.  Anyway, like my brother told me, they were
somebody else's problem.

When I arrived on the island, they had just finished expanding
this little dairy farm with six new stainless steel milking
stands which the doctor had designed himself to take care of his
new larger herd.  With six head, his plan was to make butter and
cheese on a regular basis and then eventually work into making
other dairy products as well.  As a matter of fact that same
morning that I arrived on the island they had just sold off the
last of old milking herd and they were working on setting up the
new dairy stuff.  The new slaves weren't supposed to be brought
in for about a week giving them enough time to get everything set
up and tested.

I was put to work that first night on cleaning up this new dairy
wing.  It seemed that in spite of the fact that all the slaves
had already been moved off the island, they had this surprise
visit by this one Arab guy and we needed to somehow get the dairy
back up and running as soon as we could.

So after dinner that night I left with the new boss of the outfit
on the only visit I ever had to the slave quarters.  The place
was just an old warehouse building set on pilings several feet
off the ground near the south end of the island.  There was a
security gate that you had to go through to get there which made
it seem even more like a prison.  He told me that they had just
had some sort of escape attempt by three of the slaves who had
actually managed to get off the island, but they had been quickly
recaptured again.

The building itself was tee shaped and had a bunch of small cells
for the slaves, the dairy, and a living quarters for this big
Pollack who was the guard for the place.  The new dairy was fully
equipped with showers, the lab where they were going to be making
cheese and doing experiments, storage rooms, the kitchen for
feeding the slaves and of course the new milking parlor where I
was supposed to start my job.

Walking through the hallways we first went to the kitchen where I
picked up a mop and bucket so that I could do the floors and then
we went to the milking parlor.  The place was a pretty big room
with tile walls and floor but with the A/C cranked up as high as
it was, it felt more like a meat locker than a dairy.  Besides
the new milking tables already in place and bolted down, the room
was filled with a bunch of crates from the just newly arrived
dairy and lab equipment.  The tables themselves looked about two
by eight feet in size and stood about four feet tall with straps
to hold the slave in place for milking.  The slave's tits would
fit through two holes in the table top so that they could hook
her up to one of the built-in milking machines from underneath.

I was looking at the tables and the stuff lying all over the room
while the boss started telling me what had to be done to get it
ready for full time operation when I finally noticed that one of
them had this cute little naked girl strapped to it.  Well since
young naked women are one of my "weaknesses", I just had to walk
over and check her out.

Actually I at first thought that I knew who she was.  She
reminded me of this one fantastically beautiful hooker in Chicago
who used to date the big Italian guys.  I used to drive her
around sometimes for shopping trips or to get her hair done or
something but never actually talked to her.  I never really
tried.  She was one of those women that you just can't look in
the eyes because they are just too pretty to be real so I would
just drive her around and look at her in the rear view mirror
when I figured she wasn't looking in my direction.  She had one
of the nicest little bodies I had ever seen and now this girl who
could have been her twin or at maybe her younger sister was tied
up naked in front of me.

She woke up when I touched her and I can still remember how good
it felt running my hand over her smooth skin.  Meanwhile, the
boss was complaining that he didn't know who the hell this girl
was or where she came from or why she was there and got himself
real agitated over the fact that she happened to be in his dairy. 
He calmed down a bit after he crawled under the table and started
checking her tits.  She grew real tense and then he asked me if I
had ever had "cunt milk" because this one must have had her shots
and then he told me to get him one of the metal bowls sitting in
a pile of stuff in the corner.

So I walked over to the stack of boxes and equipment, picked up a
small bowl and took it under the table to give to him.  All you
could see of the girl from under there was her two little tits
sticking through the openings in the table top.  He told me to
hold the bowl under one of them and then he reached up and
grabbed it.  Giving the tit a little squeeze, several little
white streams of creamy thick milk shot right out of it,
squirting into the bowl.

The girl didn't seem to like that very much, moaning and
struggling in her straps above us as he grabbed the other one and
began to stroke her, telling her that if it didn't bother cows to
be milked it shouldn't bother her.  As small as those things were
I don't know where it was coming from, but each of those little
tits somehow sent heavy streams of warm thick milk spurting into
the bowl I held in my hands.  Eventually he stopped, put the bowl
to his mouth and drank it.  He said it tasted like a warm milk
shake.

Quickly asking him if I could try some, he said sure and held the
bowl for me under one of the tits.  Well I had worked on my
uncle's dairy farm up in Wisconsin when I was a kid and sort of
thought I knew what I was doing.  So I grabbed it and gave it
squeeze like I thought he had done but the girl just screamed and
jerked around above us, this time only passing a few dribbles
into the bowl he was holding for me.  With the boss laughing at
my screwup I straightened up and saying something about having to
do it the old fashioned way took her other tit into my mouth and
began to suck on it.

I have to tell you it was great.  The warm, sweet, creamy stuff
quickly filled my throat and without any real effort on my part. 
As small as those tits were it seemed whenever I swallowed, they
just would gush forth with another mouthful.  My snacking didn't
seem to be really bothering the little slave girl much either so
I just continued until I was no longer thirsty.

By that time the boss had crawled out from under the table and
told me that it was going to be my job to get the place cleaned
up and that he had to go do something else.  Then he gave the
girl a good slap on the butt and left the room.  Coming up from
under the table myself, I could see the mess the room was in. 
Boxes, some empty, some with pieces of the dairy equipment still
in them, were laying all over the place with packing material
scattered everywhere else.  But as hard as I tried I just
couldn't keep my mind off that cute little naked body tied to the
steel table in front of me.

I figured she was one of the hookers from the casino who must
have done something out of line and so they sent her over here
because of that Arab guy showing up.  So since she was being
punished anyway I figured it wouldn't hurt much if I played
around with her a bit, and besides I wasn't actually getting paid
for the work I was doing there.  I hadn't really been paid since
that cop shooting and somebody around that place owed me
something.  This little whore was just going to help pay off that
debt.

Doing her best to ignore me as I ran my hand across her bare back
she suddenly shivered as I crossed her butt.  But she really
tensed up when I tried to get my hand between her legs.  By this
time I was starting to get pretty turned on and I figured I just
had to find a way to her little cunt.  So deciding I wouldn't be
able to explore her very easily by going in from the rear, I slid
my hand in under her, between her tummy and the steel table.  I
guess she didn't expect me to do that because she just sucked in
a deep breath and tensed up even more without making a sound.

I continued to slide my hand down until I could feel the hair on
her pussy mound and then began to search for her little slit.  As
soon as my finger divided the lips of her pussy she suddenly
exploded, screaming and jerking away from me as far as she could
in her straps.  This caught me off guard and she managed to pull
my finger out of her so I grabbed her butt, sandwiching her
bottom between my two hands in order to keep her from wriggling
way from me again.

She must've figured out what was coming because this time she got
all tensed up when I said I was going to do some exploring.  So I
slid my bottom hand down to her pussy again and started looking
for her little hole.  I didn't find it right away, I guess
because she was smaller than most of the women I've slept with
before and she really didn't want me down there.  But pretty soon
she started to shiver again and figuring I was about in the right
place I just dug in and my finger popped right into her little
cunt.

Like I expected, she didn't like that at all.  Letting out a big
squeal, she started wildly jerking back and forth trying to get
away from me.  The thing was, her little cunt was so tight that
she just pulled my finger with her as she kept twisting her hips
around.  So I gave her another slap on the butt and told her to
settle down, but really the more she wriggled, as tight as she
was, the deeper I was able to keep my finger shoved up into her.

That tight little cunt felt so warm and wet and as she kept
moving around the sensation of her massaging my finger really did
start to turn me on.  So I started to finger fuck her, driving it
in and out of her cunt, which much to my enjoyment seemed to make
her really come alive.  She started shrieking and wildly lurching
her little body around until finally she managed to pull me right
out of her again.

Sliding my hand back out from under her, I tasted my finger now
covered with her creamy juices and it really tasted good.  She
tasted so good I decided I had to have more of her before I went
to work on cleaning up the room so I crawled back under the table
and rinsed out my mouth with a little more of her milk.  It was
like ice cream after a good meal but in the end it just made me
want to fuck her all the more.

Now I noticed the table had hinges and seams in it along with a
couple of small motors underneath about where her waist was. 
Figuring that there must be some way to open that table up and
get to her without undoing her straps, I began to pull on the
handles attached to the mechanism.  

I must have hit something right because all at once the motors
started up and the lower part of that table began to spread apart
like a big scissors.  It was more than I could have hoped for
since with the top of the hinge about where her belly button was,
the table had pulled her legs apart by her ankles leaving her
spread open crotch displayed right there in front of my face.

Reaching up I ran my hand across her little tummy and quickly
right down to her pussy.  With her laying above me, her legs
forced open and her lips partly spread apart, her treasures were
all exposed and it wasn't difficult to see the little slit of her
tight little cunt, and I gotta tell you it was tight.  She
stiffened as I drove my middle finger back up into her warm hole
again and feeling her squeeze on my finger, I decided to continue
where I had left off before and started finger fucking her again. 
She didn't seem to enjoy that any more this time than she had
before.  Starting to scream again, she began to lurch her hips
around in an effort to escape me and finally did.  

By now I had decided that I was just going to have to screw this
wild little whore and judging from the rapidly growing hard on
that was straining in my pants I was going to have to do it soon. 
She was a lot tighter than any woman I'd ever known before and I
suspected she was all tensed up from being tied down and spread
open like she was.  That was probably why she had been sent over
here from the casino in the first place since she didn't act too
friendly to the idea of playing around.  So I figured that I'd
help her out with her training a little, play with her some and
get her to loosen up, relax a bit, and get her to quit the little
"I'm so innocent" game she was playing.  Sliding my finger out of
her I licked it off and then combining it with a second finger,
slid the two of them together up into her moist crack, quickly
driving them through her tight little hole.  I supposed she must
have gotten the message to just relax since fighting me wasn't
going to get her anywhere and instead of the scream I expected
she just laid there and moaned.

So instead of stroking her again I thought that what the hell,
why not go for three.  So I pulled my fingers out and quickly
putting the three middle fingers of my hand together, slid them
into her crack and forced all three up of them up into her.  Now
this made her jump.  Even that big steel table creaked from her
lurching and twisting as she screamed and worked at trying to get
away from me and really for a minute there, it seemed like she
was either going to break the table or rip loose from her straps. 
Hearing her wail and watching and feeling her squirm around on my
fingers made me decide that I just had to figure a way to get my
cock in her one way or the other and get this little cunt tamed
down.

Eventually I pulled my fingers out of her but this time as I was
licking them off I noticed something new.  Combined with her
regular juices was some small traces of red running down the back
of my hand.  I remember making some remark about cherry juice but
then it occurred to me that she wasn't so tight because of her
resistance to me or some sort of nervous tension but because she
was still a little virgin.  Virgin juice, nectar of the gods.

The problem was if she was a little virgin what the hell was she
doing here?  I felt kind of bad having jabbed my fingers into her
little cunt like I did, it must've hurt a bit.  But then I
figured it wasn't really my fault that she was there and all tied
up and everything.  And just the fact that she was there meant
that she was probably there for training and I was just going to
help with that training.  After all, somebody was bound to screw
her anyway and that somebody might just as well be me.  So I
decided that I would take it nice and easy with her when I fucked
her since it would be her first time and all.  I wasn't really
going to hurt her, and what the hell, she'd get over it.

Actually, her being a virgin was a good thing for me because I
didn't have any rubbers and since she never did it before I
wouldn't have to worry about her giving me any diseases.  Now I'd
screwed my share of women before, mostly sloppy whores, but I
never had me a virgin and it looked like this was going to be my
one and only chance to get one.  I mean it's not everyday you
come across a pretty naked little girl all tied down like she
was, and just waitin' for it.  Thinking about that made me want
to fuck her even that much more.

Now up to this point I still hadn't actually figured out just
exactly how I was going to go about fucking her.  I knew that I
could stand on a box or something and screw her standing up but
what I really wanted to do was to be able to screw her and suck
some more on her little tits at the same time.  So looking around
the room I started eyeing some of those empty crates and went
over and started moving a bunch of them under the table, stacking
them up to make a platform right underneath her open pussy.  Once
I had it the way I wanted it, I got under the table and crawled
up onto my platform, sliding my legs up between her open thighs. 
I unzipped the jumpsuit I was wearing and got it opened up and
could feel her wriggling as I rubbed against her young skin and
even heard her give a little gasp above me when my hard prick
jumped out of my pants, poking her in the tummy.  Moving my cock
down between her thighs she started to shiver again while I
searched for that hidden opening to her little cunt, then I could
hear her beginning to cry.

Instead of sticking it into her right away I massaged her pussy
with my cock for a while trying to get her used to it and to give
her some time to settle down a bit.  I think that maybe I had
waited too long because as my cock stroked inside the split open
lips of her pussy I started to come and before I knew it I ended
up wasting a perfectly good fuck by hosing her butt with my wad
of cum.  Oh well, I figured, it felt good anyway and I just laid
there for a while enjoying a little of her milk.

Then noticing that my cock was still pretty hard, I reached my
hand down and slowly guided it up into her.  Like I expected she
was a tight fit but as wet as things were down there, her little
cunt just wrapped around my cock like a silky smooth glove and
after just a couple of strokes I had it shoved all the way into
her.  I rested there for a while, enjoying her warm grip on me
while I could feel my cock growing and hardening inside her.  She
didn't make a sound and I figured that she was enjoying it every
bit as much as I was, so I began fucking her for a while and
pretty soon even came again, though I don't think I had much cum
to leave in her the second time around.

After I finished that time, I put myself back together and
crawled out from underneath the table.  That's when I found that
she was totally passed out.  Now I had knocked out a lot of guys
in the ring but this was the first time I had ever knocked out a
girl by fucking her.  I really didn't think I was that good.  I
suppose the excitement must have gotten to her and as I put my
clothes back on I felt a bit guilty for doing it to her.  Not
feeling so horny anymore, I went about cleaning up the crates and
then unpacked and stacked the rest of the equipment, hosed and
mopped the room down.  She was breathing but was still out cold
when I finished so I carefully washed her off and put her table
back together again.  I don't think she ever woke up before I
left to go back over to B-wing.

In B-wing I never did find the boss but instead ran into the big
Polish guard who said that he was supposed to milk the slave
which had been sent over to the dairy.  Not having anything else
to do, I asked him if he needed any help.  He told me he'd be
happy to have me come along and so the two of us went back to the
dairy wing.

He congratulated me on the clean up I did to the room and then
immediately went over to the little slave.  She was awake again
but she just laid there trying not to pay any attention to us. 
He seemed to doubt that her little tits were capable of putting
out anything but I told him that I was pretty sure that she could
do the job.

Well he finally agreed that I might be right and told me to get
one of the new milking machines from off the stack of equipment
and bring it over to him.  I set the unit under the table and
watched him while he hooked the thing up.  It looked like a
smaller version of what I'd seen on the dairy farm I'd worked on
with a holding tank and vacuum hookups, but of course it only had
two suction hoses and the ends of those were sort of shaped like
small bra cups.

He gave me the vacuum line and told me to hook it up to a nearby
panel where there were several air fittings sticking out of the
wall.  Then he told me to flip the air switch on the same panel
and the little milking machine started making sucking sounds. 
She didn't react much until the guard hooked the suction cups up
to her tits when she shivered and let out a little scream.  I
guess her reaction was partly from surprise but he must have had
the force of the machine sucking that milk out of her turned up
pretty high because she kept screaming and wiggling her butt in
time with the machine.

The guard backed off the suction a little and she finally settled
down.  That was when he asked me if I knew how to fill the tank
quicker.  I answered that I didn't and just then he pulled the
handle which split open the bottom of the table.  She must have
remembered it from before and let out a squeal as she felt her
legs being spread wide open again, opening up her little cunt to
us.

The guard did what I should probably have done before.  Standing
up between her open thighs, he was big enough so that his crotch
was about the same height as the table and her waiting pussy. 
She had a pretty good idea what he was about to do to her and
started squirming in her straps while he undid his pants.  He
took out his cock and started stroking it in the crack of her
butt telling her to relax because it was his job to fuck all the
girls on the island.  Eventually she did stop wriggling around
but then she started to shiver.  It was a pretty big erection and
I guess both I and the little slave girl knew that it was going
to be a tight fit.  Actually it was bigger than any cock I'd ever
seen.

Putting his hands on her tense little butt, she let out another
little squeal as he pried the lips of her pussy wide open with
his thumbs but then she closed her eyes real tight and got
strangely silent when he rammed that big cock all the way into
her, shoving her way up on the table.  I thought she had blacked
out again but in a few seconds she started screaming and howling
like crazy, wriggling around on that table while the machine kept
pumping her milk into the container on the floor.

The big guy just slapped her hard on the butt and she stopped and
then he got her to stroke his cock by twisting her bottom with
him still inside her cunt while he just stood still between her
legs.  He looked up and grinned at me and then I guess with the
sound of the milking machine sounding kind of like horse hooves,
he reached down and undid the bun of hair on the back of her
head.  She had long silky light brown hair which he divided into
halves and began pulling on them as if they were a set of reins. 
He started to get kind of carried away at that point and pulled
on her hair hard enough to arch her back and lift both her tits
and the suction cups right up through the table top.  You could
see it was hurting her some and pretty soon she started loudly
screaming at him and finally she screamed something about why was
he doing this to her and he suddenly let go of her hair, dropping
her back to the table.

She was crying by this time but kept wriggling her little butt
and pumping his big cock he still had crammed inside her. 
Meanwhile the guard reached down to his belt to get the small
cattle prod device which he kept there.  Yelling at her for
talking, since talking was forbidden among the slaves on the
island, he jammed that prod into her asshole and powered it,
making her really wrench in her straps and shriek from the
electric shocks she was getting.  The guard looked at me, broke
out into a big smile and started to laugh and that's when I
noticed a yellow stream trickling down his leg as she began to
piss all over him, wetting his pants and making a little puddle
on the floor.

Then I figured out that the big Pollack had this all figured out
and she was doing exactly what he wanted her to do.  After that
he started really pounding his cock into her and kept powering
that prod while the little slave girl's screaming became louder
and louder.  Finally he came in her right about the same time
that she finally blacked out again.

Finishing up, he pulled his cock out of her limp body and the
prod out of her ass and then after washing and wiping it off
showed the thing to me.  He told me that the shocks really didn't
hurt them that much.  Mostly he figured it just surprised them
and he kind of liked the feeling of it zapping on his cock while
he was still in them.  He said he especially enjoyed this one
since it felt like with every shock, her little cunt was just
squeezing the cum right out of him.  He said the thing usually
didn't knock them out but it probably just wasn't this one's day. 
The important thing, he added, was to make it real clear to them
right from the very start just who was in control.  Finally,
since his legs and pants had gotten all wet from her pee, he
decided that he had to change and take a shower.  He told me that
I should bring the milk to him once she was done and then he left
for his apartment.

I waited for about another half hour or so, keeping busy with
putting the dairy things away and straightening up the room while
she was still producing milk.  I also wiped up the cum which was
dripping out of her pussy which was when I noticed that she had
been bleeding a bit from being fucked by the guard but it looked
like it had all stopped by that time.  Then I mopped up the mess
on the floor and put the table back together again.  Finally,
after it seemed she had dried up and nothing more was coming out
of her tits, I shut the machine off and rinsed it out as well.

She was still out when I left the room with the milk.  I don't
know if the fucking helped, but somehow she had produced pretty
close to a quart out of those little tits.

I found the guard in his apartment and he said he wanted to show
me some of his toys.  In back of his living room there was a long
bedroom with a wall full of all sorts of whips, handcuffs,
chains, and things I didn't even recognize.  He had chains
hanging off the ceiling, eyebolts coming out of the floor and
several timbers which he said he could use to build temporary
scaffolding where he needed them.  The middle of the floor was
tiled with a drain in it which was surrounded by sprinkler pipes
on the ceiling.  There were also photo lights hanging from the
ceiling and he showed me his darkroom and a collection of
pictures he had with these girls all bound up in various
positions, some wearing leather and underwear and some just
naked.  He told me his hobby was photography and these were all
pictures he had taken and developed right here on the island. 
Some of them were pretty incredible.

Leaving there, we went back to the lab in A-wing where he showed
me how they skimmed the cream off of the milk.  Usually, he told
me, they just let it sit until the cream came to the top on its
own but since we didn't have the time to wait, we were going to
do it a little different.  First he poured the milk into two
smaller bottles, each one having the same amount in it.  These he
put into a device which had a crank on it and which held the
bottles so that you could spin them around real fast, forcing the
cream to come to the top.  Finally, he scooped the cream off the
top of the milk and put it into a third bottle to which he added
what he called our special butter culture.

There was actually quite a bit of cream, a lot more than I
remember from cow milk.  He said it was because of the hormone
shots she was getting and that he was going to call the boss to
tell him that we probably had enough to make butter.  Anyway,
keeping the milk there, he gave me the bottle of cream to store
back in the dairy and told me that in the cabinet below the
security desk there was some douche bags and that I should
probably use one to clean her out before we made butter.

So I went back over to the dairy, stopping at the security desk
on my way.  There was a whole case of disposable douche bags
there and so taking one of them I went on to the dairy where I
found the little slave girl still sleeping.  I didn't really know
anything about douche bags but the box had some directions so I
mixed the stuff I found in it with some warm water and stuck the
little hose end into her cunt and sprayed her out until the water
coming out of her looked clean.  Then I got some soap and washed
her body down again and finally tied her hair back up into a bun
on the back of her head.  As fun as it was cleaning up her little
body, she never reawakened so I left and went over to the
security desk in the middle of the building where there was some
magazines and a radio and waited for the boss to return.

He showed up after about an hour or so with his roommate, who I
at first thought was one of the maintenance mechanics for the
island.  We talked for a while about the dairy operation and how
things had been done before the renovation like with the milking
and butter churning and they acted like they didn't know anything
about the new dairy set up.  I felt like I just had to show the
both of them the new tables so the mechanic picked up his tools
and the three of us headed off for the dairy.  

When we arrived the little slave girl was already awake again and
I walked over to her table and hit the handle which opened it up. 
She must've been getting used to the routine because this time
she didn't make a sound as the device spread her legs wide apart,
showing off her little cunt to us once again.

As it turned out this whole thing was some kind of a joke on me
because it seems that the mechanic was actually the doctor who
had built all of this new stuff in the first place.  Well we all
had a good laugh and then I got to just relax and watch while the
boss and the doctor went to work doing the butter churning with
the little girl.

The first thing the boss was to see if the girl was big enough to
hold the churn by running his finger into her cunt to see how
deep and wide her hole actually was.  He then drove his finger
into her butt to see whether or not she had been prepped before
she was brought into the dairy.  All the slaves who were going to
do churning had to have an enema before being placed on the table
because the power of the churning could cause them to lose
control of their bowels.  Then deciding she had been cleaned out
already and was big enough to be able to work the churn, the
doctor picked up one of the new ones from the stack of equipment
by the sink.

These churns kind of looked like an artillery shell and were
about eight inches long and two or three inches in diameter.  He
began by attaching the coolant hoses to it and then connected
them to the cooling unit which sat on the floor underneath the
table.  Setting the churn down, he went to the cupboard above the
refrigerator and took out the cream container I had put in there
earlier and opening the top of the churn, poured the cream
inside.  The funny thing was that through all of this the little
slave just laid there spread wide open and quietly watching him
as he worked on it.  I don't think she picked up on the fact that
it was all meant for her.

Deciding they would need to put glue on the thing to keep it from
falling out of her, the doctor dug back into his toolbox and
pulled out a tub of some sort of rubber cement.  He put on a
rubber glove to scoop some of it out and glopped it on the
cylinder and smoothed it around with his gloved hand.  The little
slave must have figured out what was going on by now because I
noticed her eyes get real big and then she closed them tight and
started shivering while he took the churn around to the bottom of
the table.

Standing between her thighs, he positioned the cylinder right in
front of her cunt hole and then in one quick movement, rammed the
device up into her.  I figured she was going to jump completely
off that table while she let out a piercing shriek.  With the
cylinder being too large to fit all the way into her, she
continued to scream out every time he would push on it.  Finally
they decided it was in tight enough and began hooking up the
electrodes to the lips of her pussy.  She yelped a little but
then quieted down as they finished working on her and then
started up the compressor.  When the boss undid the wide strap
around the slave's waist she started twisting her little bottom
around and whenever she would stop he would jiggle on the
cylinder sticking out of her and she would scream and start
shaking it again until he finally got bored and told the doctor
to turn on the switch.

That little slave screeched like a banshee as that first electric
jolt seemed to lift her right off the table.  She then kept
screaming and screaming while the shocks continued to force her
to wildly jump, about once every second, making the wires and
hoses attached to her and the cylinder fly way up in the air.  I
suppose it must have been hurting her some but to tell you the
truth, watching her squirm with that thing sticking out of her
cunt really kind of turned me on.  I don't think she thought so,
but the whole thing was so crazy, it was really kind of
entertaining to watch.  The doctor had found some beer and we
started making bets to see how high she could make those hoses
fly.

The process lasted about a half hour and the slave girl
eventually grew tired of yelling although the shocks kept making
her jump anyway, jerking her little bottom up and down which in
turn kept churning the butter.  I didn't really care to do
anything else to her at the time and drank several beers watching
her bounce up and down on the table but the other two guys played
with her a bit until finally they figured that they had worked
out all the bugs in the system and the churn was ready for
production use.

After she was done the boss worked at that device for a while
before he was able to break it loose and yank it out of her but
she didn't respond much to that.  Once free he took it over to
the side of the table to wipe it down and then opened it up.  We
all enjoyed a taste of her fresh butter and then the doctor
started to close up the table but I stopped him.

Watching the churning process had got me all turned on again and
actually tasting her butter only made it worse and I found myself
with a real hard on even though I had just put away at least a
six pack by that time.  I felt like I just couldn't waste a
perfectly good hard on and so I decided to fuck her and this time
make it good.  I didn't think she would really mind after what
she had been through already and actually might find a nice fuck
pretty relaxing.  I knew that I would.

Pulling the crates back over to under the table I built up the
platform like I had done before.  This time I took my jumpsuit
off before crawling up underneath her and it felt pretty neat
feeling her wriggling around against my bare chest.  Once I was
in place I pulled down my underwear and she only yelped a little
as I guided my prick up into her waiting cunt.  She felt a bit
looser than before but still every bit as good as I thought she
would, softly moaning as I stroked my cock in and out of her.

That was when the boss and his friend decided to take bets on how
quick she could make me come.  Sitting on a couple of the crates,
they began counting the number of strokes I was giving her.  I've
never had anybody watch me fuck before but I guess I had enough
beer in me that I really didn't care.  After about fifty or so
strokes I literally exploded into her little cunt and it felt
like she tightened it around my cock and just sucked the cum
right out of me.  It was just like the big guy said it would be
and it was the best fuck I ever had.

Settling their bet, the other two guys decided to get some more
beer and so picked up their stuff pretty quick and left the room. 
I left my cock lay inside her for a while because it just felt so
good and then finally decided it was time to get on with things. 
This time she was still awake when I got off the platform and got
dressed again, put the crates back and then I went to the sink
and hooked up a short water hose.

With the hose and a bar of soap I started to clean up the little
slave girl's body and decided I would give her a good cleaning
this time.  She wasn't crazy about the cold water at first but
she managed to settle down pretty quick.  I worked from top to
bottom and I got to admit that it was a lot more fun washing her
little body while she was awake.  Finishing her legs and feet she
squirmed a little when I started hosing the cum off from around
her pussy and didn't seem too crazy about having soap in there
either, but I wanted to make sure she was clean.

Then she did something real funny.  She started twitching her
pussy like she wanted me to wash her out on the inside of there
too.  So I turned the hose on, just a little, and stuck it up
into her cunt to hose her out.  Well she didn't like that at all
and started screaming and jumping up and down so I pulled it back
out again.  I guess she really didn't know what she wanted at
that point.  It took a while for the water to drain out of her
but finally it did and I finished mopping up, put the table back
together and left.

After that day I never returned to the dairy.  I don't know what
happened to the pretty little slave girl but I suspect she was
shipped out to the Arabs later that month because we had a bunch
of them staying at the resort.  As for me, I stayed here on the
island working with my kid brother in the resort kitchen.  He
keeps me well fed and an occasional visit with the hookers keeps
me happy.  It's like living in paradise.