Chapter 2: The Deal
Ben banged the door, and that was the first Ginny knew he was back home. She leapt up and bounded up the stairs, not wanting Ben to realise she had been down in the basement. As soon as he had gone out the house she had wandered down there, just to gaze once more upon the machine. She had removed her top and knelt before it on the floor, and gingerly lifted the glass vacuum cones in her hands. Running her hands along the pipe work, she felt the imperious defiance of the steel through her trembling finger tips. Ben's machine had done more than just invade her house, it had somehow also invaded her mind too. Throughout the day, even while she was at work absorbed in the environment of her successful, professional life, her thoughts obsessively drifted back to images of her naked, weak body being dragged onto Ben's monstrous machine, pinning her down and interlacing itself with her. It's hard, emotionless components locking together with her pliant flesh, until she was fully integrated.
Kneeling that afternoon before it, she lifted the cups to her breasts once more and recalled the pull of the vacuum sucking her flesh within, pulling at it and then releasing. She felt her heart rhythm quicken as she gingerly placed the cold rim against her chest, studying the way the thicker glass rim had sealed itself onto her. She wished she could find a way to mount this machine and feel its power milking her without being locked into it. She still felt embarrassed about Ben catching her on his machine, knowing that she must have volunteered herself as a test sow. Her mind recoiled at the idea of Ben ever catching her like that again. So she had bounded up the staircase, pulling at her top to cover herself and just made it into the hallway in time.
Ben wandered into the sitting room and was pacing up and down. He had slammed his case onto the table and his drawings and everything had spilled out over the floor.
"What's the matter honey?" she asked. She immediately bent down to retrieve his papers. "Didn't they like the drawings of your milking machine?" her voice full of concern.
"No, they thought it was very elaborate just to milk a sow. They laughed and said the guys enjoyed getting their hands dirty with a sows tits anyway. These guys are assholes. They don't seem to understand this is a business they are running. It's not just about fondling a sow's tits as they milk them. The increase in milk productivity would make them a lot of money." Ben paced back and forth as he spoke excitedly.
"I guess it is always difficult changing people's ways, darling. I'm sure they'll come round to it."
"Well I didn't just take no for an answer!" he took his frustration out on her. "I insisted and showed them the projected figures. You don't think I just shrugged and walked away do you?" He was shouting now.
"No honey. Please calm down. It's not the end of the world."
"But this was supposed to make us rich. This was our meal ticket."
"and they couldn't see the benefits when you showed them the figures? I'm sure when they have had time to think about it... if you go back they'll be more willing to listen." Ginny put her hand on Ben's shoulder in an effort to restore his mood.
"Well they didn't actually reject it outright. What they said was they needed me to demonstrate the machine for them."
"Well isn't that great, hun? When they see it in action, you're bound to convince them. Just wait till they see how much milk their sow gives when it is mounted upon your machine."
"But that's just it! They said they were not going to allow any of their sows to experiment on my machine. If I wanted to demonstrate how efficiently it worked, I would need to provide my own sow!"
"Oh!" a thrill ran up Ginny's spine at these words. And there it was, in a few words about a conversation far away not concerning her, a fire had been lit. The first sputtering of flame danced in Ginny's belly as she absorbed what Ben's words meant.
They had not really talked much about their little game in the basement a few days before. The milking machine had all worked so well that day that Ben had kept himself locked away, concentrating on how to market his invention. Left to herself while they were home, Ginny found it hard to settle. She had a nagging desire to mount the machine, just one more time. But Ben had been working on it non-stop, measuring it and adjusting it. The last couple of days had been a real trial for her. She felt the heat smoulder between her thighs when she thought of those bewitching, forbidden possibilities that awaited her downstairs. Yet she was to be denied at the very moment of their captivating discovery.
Ginny's heart drummed inside her and she felt the pulse of blood in her head like the approaching steps of a giant. Someone, she thought, would have to try out the machine again, if they were to sell it; and in front of a whole group of strange men -- especially men who kept a herd of sows! Her thoughts drifted once more to her adolescent fantasy of being herded with the cattle into the shed and being forced naked before dispassionate men into a milking stall, her tits being hooked up and made to deliver milk for them. She felt a flush rise up her neck and she lifted her hand to her neck in an effort to conceal it.
"You mean they will come and watch your demonstration then? You just need someone to ride the machine for it?"
"Yes but do you have any idea how much a sow costs? No one will rent one to us once they realise we are going to experiment with it on our machine. It's hopeless!"
"But it didn't damage me."
"I know that." Ben was shouting again. "It's just those jerks who can't seem to get it." His arm was waving across the room. Ginny sat in silence. Thoughts were skimming through her head, but Ben was in no mood to hear them just yet.
"I'll fix you a drink, darling." She kissed him on the cheek and went into the kitchen to find the bottle. Ginny's hands shook as she poured the golden liquid from the neck of the bottle. Her mind was in furious debate. Could she really do this? The flutter of excitement in her belly goaded her on, while picturing all those strange men watching her on Ben's machine made her shrink back. She tussled within herself, it was an innocent opportunity to mount the machine again which she desired so very much. Doing it in public felt humiliating and enormously arousing. It was controlled, a one off situation and perhaps it would shake this obsession out of her. Satiate her.
Later that evening Ben sat sullenly staring at the TV and Ginny flicked through a magazine, her eyes turned inwards registering nothing from the pages before her. Neither spoke. Ginny was continuing her debate. Could she make the next step? It was so simple. Yet she had to take the step now or the chance would evaporate. She felt the strength of a powerful inner hand pulling at deeply embedded cords inside her, reining in her voice. She physically trembled with the conflict. She needed time, she had to think. To find some respite she allowed her mind to drift, to switch off and take some rest. It drifted through thoughts of the day, replaying events as a spectator. Slowly into her conscious mind she pulled together fragments of a recent forgotten dream. She was standing before Ben's machine and opening her legs; she straddled the monster and leant herself forward, yielding herself to it while attachments snaked out of the metalwork and fixed themselves to her, locking on to her, assimilating her. Her hands roamed over the cold steel pipe work as its connectors sank onto the milk engorged flesh of her breasts. An experimental pull at them showed she could not dislodge them. She became one with the machine, the metal fusing seamlessly into her breasts and she felt the hum of the machine pulsing through her as if driven by its motors. Her milk started gushing into a container, hoses sneaking up into her slit and the vibration from the throb of the motors resonated down her clit. She lay helpless.
Ginny shook her head as her mind faded in to the present. She was shocked by the desires welling up inside her, its fire burning stronger and brighter would not be ignored. She had to find a way to make this step, but it was painfully hard to admit these desires even to herself, so how could she possibly admit them to Ben?
"Darling..." she started.
"Mmmh," his mind miles away.
"I was thinking about how we might get this demonstration to happen."
"Oh...forget it. I guess we are never going to get rich out of it. The world just ain't ready."
"No. It is up to us to show the world that it needs to change. I think we can't just give up after all your hard work. I was thinking...." Again her words trailed off into arid desert. Ben was not really paying attention, perhaps that would make this easier. Ginny licked her lips and with heart lurching she continued.
