Author's note : If you began with the last part already and enjoyed it, welcome back! Thank you for all the comments and suggestions so far. Special thanks to @Amber_Embers for the careful editing.
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Michael watched Audrey's naked body heaving, glistening with a sheen of fine sweat as she closed her eyes, enjoying the climax she enjoyed moments earlier. Her breasts were no longer full and her shoulders slumped in the milking chair, as she let out a long breath, relief tumbling out of her. Her breasts had a light red ring around them, where the flanges of the breast pump had clung tightly, ensuring that not a drop had been wasted. He handed her a tall glass bottle, twisting the screwtop to reveal a straw for her.
"Here, why don't you have something to drink? Now don't mind the taste, it's electrolytes to help you recover after your first milking. Just like Gatorade."
He handed her a bottle of the pale green-yellow liquid. It was almost like the sports drink, with a few minor tweaks. Electrolytes yes, and vitamins too - but importantly it also included a unique creation that Michael had been working on for months. Designed to boost her milk production capacity, it included a powerful synthetic version of the natural lactation stimulants -- fenugreek and fennel. But the boost in their power created an unexpected side effect - a radical increase in her overall sex drive with a drop in natural inhibitions. Michael knew she'd quickly feel the effects of it, possibly within minutes.
"You'll feel a bit relaxed after your first milking here, maybe even lightheaded, but don't worry, you'll get used to it," he said calmly, rubbing her smooth back, and massaging her bare shoulders lightly. "All the girls do."
He led her out of the stall, walking her over to the main aisle in the milking barn. Stalls lined both sides of the rectangular facility. They walked over together to the second stall where Rosie was trussed up on a harness to be milked. Her slender legs were spread wide apart, Miles was standing next to her, fingering her pussy slowly in circles. Her pale breasts were bound, the milking machine already at full speed, rapidly pumping milk out of her. Her shoulder-length wavy red hair shook as she braced herself against the machine. She moaned in whimpered happiness, at each touch of her sensitive clit as Miles ran his fingers over her mound, the slickness evident on his fingers.
"Ah, see there, Audrey? Miles is warming her up very nicely. He's about to breed her now. I'm glad to see she's feeling better so soon. She had come down with a bad fever last week, and we'd been worried that her milk production would suffer. But she's looking quite happy and healthy now, wouldn't you agree?"
Audrey took a long swig from the bottle that Michael offered her, taking a big swig as she realized how thirsty she was. Her head spun a little as she watched the redhead being milked in front of her. She watched spellbound, taking sip after sip, increasingly aware of how everything was starting to feel a little different. But she knew she needed to hydrate - that was important to do after pumping, she remembered. Her face flushed as she followed the muscled hand of the farmhand, watching as his tanned arm moved quickly beneath Rosie's thighs, fingering her quickly.
Her face flushed. "I want that." It's barely a whisper, the words more to herself.
She took another big drink of the supplement water. And then another.
Miles' hand moved between Rosie's legs, the other rubbing her back, encouraging her to relax. Audrey watched enthralled as the milk flowed, the suction on her nipples, and her petite body relaxing against the binds. Just how Audrey had looked, moments ago. She shivered, turning to Michael.
"It's something to watch," she whispered, her eyes turning back. She was feeling turned on, slow-moving, and filled with arousal. Even after that last huge orgasm. She wanted more. She had to stop watching, she told herself, even as a hand ran down the side of her breast and down to her hip.
"Is there more to see?" she asked, glancing at the door.
Michael hid a smile as he watched Audrey finish almost all of the first bottle he had given her. He knew it would stimulate her milk supply and make her feel sexually insatiable for at least the next few hours. Once she was regularly pumping, he knew it would be easier to keep her on the edge of a climax for hours at a time, which made it easier to keep the milk production flowing for most of her waking time.
"Oh, there's more to see," he walked over to the door, beckoning for her. "Wait till you check out the new breeding room, we just finished renovating it."
Michael was genuinely excited about the next phase of the conversion he was about to put her through. Usually, it took new girls a few hours to get used to their new life, but Audrey was adapting a lot faster than he expected.
He placed his hand behind her naked back, letting it linger on her ass, still wet with perspiration from the last orgasm. His cock stiffened, and he moistened his lips with his tongue slowly. Breaking in a new girl was always frustrating but special.
"Let me show you." A playful smile twitched across his face as they walked into the next room, closing the aluminum door behind them. As it clicked shut, the warm air hit them immediately, a contrast to the cold of the milking stalls.
It was a larger space compared to the stalls, with stark white walls and a bright spotlight on the ceiling. A camera was set up on a tripod pointing at the center of the room, highlighting the main focus of the space.
The breeding table.
It resembled a massage table at first glance, with a few subtle differences. Wrapped in supple black leather elevated on steel legs, it had holes cut out at chest level - for a woman's breasts to be able to comfortably hang. A milking machine was below, already humming. There were leather restraints for the ankles and wrists, and the leg support spread wide, like a piece of equipment at a doctor's office.
"We film our breeding sessions, for later review. Unfortunately our main breeder, Miles was busy as you saw, but I can show you how it works"
Michael wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead as he began to disrobe. Unbuttoning his shirt and hanging it on a hook near the door.
"Go ahead and lie down on it" he suggested, as his fingers fiddled with his belt buckle.
Audrey's light brown eyes surveyed the room, curiosity flickering across them as she noticed the little details. The minimalist decor, a room clearly with a single purpose to it, but still carefully laid out, bearing the signature of a man used to controlling every detail of his creations. She took another long sip from the bottle, nervously grasping it to her chest as she watched Michael hanging his shirt up. Her eyes lingered on his hard chest, noticing with a start, a small v-shaped scar on his abdomen, clean and precise, as though from a machine that had malfunctioned. The only blemish on an otherwise perfect body.
She'd been working with him for months at the restaurant, and of course, he seemed attractive enough back then, but now it was... different. She felt like she could press her naked body against his without a second thought. Her hard nipples scraped excitedly against those well-formed chest muscles, with just a spattering of salt and pepper hair. She shook herself from the daydream as she realized a flush was creeping up her chest. Her nudity oddly no longer bothered her, it felt natural to be without clothes in this space, and she wondered whether the drink had more than electrolytes in it.
"You really... thought of everything." She murmured as she turned towards the table, running her fingers along the edges of the soft dark leather.
