Thirteen

The hum of the fluorescent lights as they powered up roused Julia from her  
fitful sleep. She tried to rub the sleep from her eyes, but failed as she always did due to 
the mittens her hands had been forced into. Looking down, she could see the  
two round, leather covered fists that were her hands. They'd been that way  
for almost as long as she could remember. The never changing routine made  
keeping track of time impossible, but she knew it was five or six years that 
her hands had been kept that way.
 

With a silent groan, she slowly rolled over and to the edge of the cot. It was 
difficult to manage to sit up as her advanced state of pregnancy made even 
the simplest tasks damned near impossible. Looking down, she could see that 
her large breasts were supported somewhat by the round bump that was her pregnancy.
Just looking at her breasts always upset her as she now had old woman’s breasts, 
large, saggy, with overdeveloped nipples, and that just wasn't right.
 

She ought to still have her teenage breasts, firm, full with just the cutest nipples, 
but that was no longer the case. She thought she was twenty four, but she could 
have been wrong by a year or so either way. 
 

The last concrete fact about her old life, that she could remember, was making her 
way from the pre natal clinic to the chemists to pick up her prescription when she 
was bundled into a van. A bag was thrust over her head and she felt the sharp jab 
of a needle sliding into her arm.
 

Taking a breath she rolled herself off the bed and onto all fours on the  
floor. As much as she wanted to stand, to be able to run away from all this, 
she couldn't, because of what she'd discovered after she awoke from her  
kidnapping.
 

She'd been strapped down on a hospital gurney, held totally immobile by  
several strategically placed restraints. There was a man leaning over her,  
centred in her field of view, waiting for her to recover from the anaesthetic 
that had rendered her unconscious.
 

Without any preamble he quietly and calmly talked to her, gently stroking  
her hair as he spoke, letting his smooth touch massage away her fears. Not  
that he actually managed that, but that human touch had helped her accept  
that she was no longer in Kansas Toto, and was somewhere totally different.
He explained to her that she'd been specially selected, and that she ought  
to be proud of that, as not many girls managed to pass their exacting  
standards.
 

She opened her mouth to scream for help and she was momentarily surprised  
when he made no move to stop her. Taking advantage of his lack of a reaction, 
she let out a resounding yell, the desperate cry for help that only a teenager 
in trouble can manage. She was taken aback when all that came out of her mouth 
was a soft hissing sound.
 

Shocked, she drew in a huge breath and tried again but with the same  
results. Seeing the fear in her eyes, he gently stroked her brow, and  
informed her that she'd had her vocal chords cut, snipped cleanly, and  
she'd been rendered permanently mute.
 

He gave her a moment to take this fact in, and when she'd calmed down enough 
to think it through, she realised with fresh mounting panic that this wasn't 
the typical abduction you see on the news, this was something totally  
different, scarily different.

 
Still stroking, he assured her that nothing they'd done had harmed her baby  
in anyway, and in a couple of months she'd be a proud mother. He then  
scared her witless by going on about how they couldn't have their  
investments running around willy nilly, so they'd improved upon a trick that 
the Old Time South used to use on runaway slaves.
 

He held a large mirror in front of her eyes, and tilted it so that she could 
see her feet. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw what they'd done. He  
calmly and patiently told her that although they'd tried amputation, the  
healing times and aftercare were just too problematical. So they'd settled  
on cutting through her Achilles tendons and flexing the foot out straight,  
fixing it that way with a little bit of careful pinning. The end effect  
was that her shins continued straight onto the top of her foot, as if they  
were en point, which they were, but permanently so.
 

Julia shook those old time memories from her mind and slowly crawled across 
the floor until she was kneeling by the half door that separated her stall  
from the corridor and all the other stalls. She could hear her handlers making 
their way down the rows, tending to each girl in turn until they finally reached 
her. The door opened and she saw it was Blonde #2. Julia liked this one. She 
was gentle and often had a little treat for her, unlike Blonde #1, who was a cold 
mean bitch, and Redhead, who was somewhere between the two.
 

"Have a good night Thirteen? The Blonde asked, not pausing to wait for an  
answer she knew would never come. The Blonde patted her on the head
and filled her feeding bucket, the one that was attached to the wall. 
It was the only thing in her stall that had writing and Julia had read and reread  
it so many times, the only form of stimulation in her room. It was a simple  
calf bucket with a phallic teat at the base she could suck her feed from.  
In all the time she'd been here the contents had never changed, the same  
liquid feed that kept her going day after day.
 

Blonde #2 then ran her hands over her swollen belly, checking the baby's  
placement, and as if talking to herself, said that it'd be due any day now.  
After that routine check, the Blonde made a mark in her PDA and checked the 
bright yellow tag that was in Julia's left ear. It simply read 13, Julia's  
new name in this place.
 

After the checks, the Blonde took the steel suction cups that were the  
business end of the milking machine from their holder on the wall, and  
after a disinfecting wipe, slipped them onto Julia's teats. Julia couldn't 
help but feel a small shudder run through her as her nipples were sucked 
into the milking machine. Days, months even years of this treatment had 
conditioned her, had made this an integral part of her life.
 

As her breasts hung down, pulled by the weight of the steel milking cups,  
she opened her legs so that her handler could have easy access to her clit.  
There was a brief moment when #2 gently stroked her, a human touch on her  
most intimate place, before settling a much smaller suction cup to her  
clit.
 

As the machine came to life, Julia could feel her milk engorged breasts  
start to gently swing in time to the milking machines demands. Her clit was  
slowly being stimulated by the suction cup that was attached to it. On the 
way out and onto the next stall, Blonde #2 reached into her pocket and 
slipped Julia a sugar lump. The sweetness of the sugar as it slowly melted 
on her tongue was pure heaven, a far cry from the bland taste of her feed.
 

Left alone, Julia knelt there, letting the machines do their work. 
She was soon in that special place where she went whilst being milked. The  
never changing routine of her days, the suction upon her nipples and clit,  
had surely conditioned her. It was as if Julia had never existed, she'd been 
replaced by Cow #13.
 

She was no longer a mother to be, a person with hopes, desires, loves. Now  
she was a cow to be milked, a cow who awoke each and every day to  
the same routine, and one who if truth be told, now looked forward to it. 
Julia couldn't remember the exact moment when she stopped hoping for 
rescue, and instead had accepted that this was her fate. The regularity of 
her days had seen to that.
 

No longer had she any worries, everything was taken care of. All she had to  
do was settle down and let the machines milk her whilst the cup on her clit  
sucked and vibrated, teasing her to one orgasm after another. Julia could 
feel her pussy moistening, her pelvic muscles starting to clench as her first 
orgasm slowly built in intensity. As the machines stimulated her towards 
her first orgasm of the day, she let her mind drift, thinking back to the birth 
of her first child.
 

When they'd taken her, the clinic had just confirmed her due date, a date 
that was only four short weeks away. She'd tried to keep track of the passing 
days by counting the day/night cycle they'd reduced her to. But when her time 
came and passed, she realised that they must have adjusted her body clock 
to a shorter sleep cycle. The lack of an outside, independent measure of time 
meant that she could only count the periods of light and dark, and that they 
were much shorter than that of the June day when she'd been abducted.
 

Eventually her waters broke, and she'd been collected by the Redhead. She 
simply came into her stall and disconnected the milking machines, slipped a 
leash around her neck, and with a firm tug, had lead her out of  her stall. 
It was only then did Julia realise that she wasn't the only one  here. 
 

She was led past several stalls, each one containing a woman connected up to 
the same sort of machines that she was now used to. There were all sorts of 
women, some young, some older; some with trim athletic builds, some more 
generously built than herself, and every colour of hair imaginable. The only two 
things they all had in common was the way they were connected up to be milked 
and that they were all in various states of pregnancy.
 

The Redhead led her down the corridor, and into a well equipped delivery suite. 
With a grunt, the Redhead bent over and scooped her up, gently placing her on 
the delivery table. She then quickly and efficiently strapped her down, restraining 
her arms and head, before guiding her legs into the waiting stirrups. Julia had 
never felt so exposed, naked, spread out and immobile.
 

Her mind was racing, unable to communicate her growing panic as she 
realised that they were expecting her to give birth, here, away from a 
modern maternity ward.
As she lay there, feeling her contractions speed up, she was surprised when  
she felt a human hand start to gently stroke her still pert breasts. She could 
only watch in stunned amazement as the Redhead gently caressed her, leaning 
in close so that her breath blew against her ear. The humanness of this touch, 
the first real contact between her and another person overwhelmed her, causing
 her eyes to tear up.
 

"Relax Thirteen, we've a better way of helping a woman through childbirth, it 
needn't be as stressful as you thought."  And with that, the Redhead continued 
to gently stroke and touch her. The feel of that human touch after so long was 
totally overwhelming to her. She was barely conscious of her contractions 
starting in earnest.
 

As the time of her child's birth approached, the Redhead turned her attentions 
away from Julia's breasts and centred in on her clit. She teased it with her 
breath, gently blowing on the exposed tip, and her fingers deftly toyed and 
teased Julia's labia. The warmth and tenderness of this touch was all that 
was needed, and Julia realised that her pre-orgasmic tightening was 
synchronised with her contractions. She could feel her baby making its way 
down her birth canal as the Redhead slowly but surely brought her towards 
a shattering orgasm. At a signal from the midwife, the Redhead started to 
firmly but tenderly rub her clit, speeding up the impending orgasm.
 

Julia was barely aware of her baby's progress as an immense orgasm swept  
through her, helping her child into the world. Her orgasmic contractions  
melding with childbirth so that she had orgasm after orgasm, each one  
helping to deliver her baby.
 

She can't but feel a little sad as she relived that first birth, as she  
never saw her child again The child was whisked out one door and she the  
other, back to her stall and her life as a milk cow.
 

She stretches out her right leg and smiles as she looks down on her thigh.  
She can feel another orgasm building, brought on by the incessant milking. 
She fondly smiles as she looks down on the tattoos that adorn her thigh. 
Tattoos that tell the tale of her children. The tattoos form two columns, 
one of circles with a cross at the bottom, and the other with circles with 
an arrow coming pointing from it.
 

As she shivers with her orgasm, she wonders which row will be added to after 
this birth.