Claudine then asked the five winners of the lottery, Françoise, Tiphaine, Claudette, Laure and Stephanie to follow her. They headed toward the dressing room.
Lea, Amelie, Amandine and Veronique were already waiting for them. Each one gave one the hucows a glass of juice, which the latter drank down all at once.
The room in which they all found themselves was full of cupboards. They were filled with under-garments of different types. Claudine opened the cupboard doors and took out five transparent rubber bags containing a yellowish liquid equipped with catheters attached to transparent flexible plastic tubes.
"Get our candidates ready for their enemas," Claudine ordered her four assistants.
The latter performed their task by inserting a catheter in each candidate's anus. The hucows bent over and allowed the liquid to enter their insides. Once the bags were empty, they all moved to the adjacent bathroom and let the liquid drain out into basins.
Once wiped and cleaned, the five winners returned to the room. Claudine opened another cupboard and took out five small thong-panties, the type of panties one would find in sex shops. The front consisted of two braided-lace bands which fit to the vagina's outer labia and were tied by a cord between the buttocks, barely covering the anus.
Each hucow removed their pyjamas and took one. While snickering, they put their legs through the thong's openings. The dairy's five assistants checked to see that the panties were properly adjusted. They assured themselves that the slit to the vagina was properly centred.
Claudine opened another cupboard door and took out some cupless bras, which played on the panty's theme. The hucows stuck their nipples into the garment's openings. Each assistant deliberately put their hands on the hucows' teats to ensure that they were properly aligned with the openings. Filled with nutritious milk, their mammary glands pointed straight out from their chests.
Finally, Claudine took some multi-coloured ribbons out of a drawer. The five women were ready to tie them to the hucows' hair. They combed their hair into pigtails hanging on each side of their heads and tied them up using the ribbons. After examining their work, they busied themselves with the make-up.
They put make-up on the young women's eyes, red lipstick on their lips and finished by perfuming them. They perfumed their hair, behind their ears and their sexes.
Once they were ready, they led the hucows to Milking Parlour Number 2. There were already twenty persons inside, both genders mixed together, sitting in two rows of armchairs in front of the milking tables. Stephanie had never encountered them before. Each person wore a black velvet mask to prevent the hucows from recognising them. They were sipping a glass of wine and discussing amiably among themselves.
On the arrival of the hucows, sounds and commentaries of admiration could be heard. Every member of the audience was appreciating the physical qualities of the five hucows.
The assistants placed the young women on the milking tables, the latter positioning themselves on all fours just as they did during their daily milking sessions. They tied their wrists with lace handcuffs and then busied themselves with the ankles.
Then Claudine took the floor. "Ladies and gentlemen, here are the five winners of today's lottery. Claudette is on Table 1. She's 28 years old and has been with us for two years. On Table 2 is Stephanie. She is 32 and has been here less than a month. On Table 3 is Tiphainie who is 19 years old. We've counted on her for eight months. Françoise is on Table 4. At 35 years of age, she was the first hucow to arrive with the opening of our dairy. Lastly, we have Laure on Table 5. She is 25 years old and has been with us for six months. All the candidates are very good producers. Today they will want to prove it.
"You have tracking logs in your hands. You may analyse them to get an idea of their production. For this contest, you will bet on the volume of milk that we let down from the very full udders of each hucow. Depending on their milk estimates that you give for each hucow, those who come closest will be given the privilege of spending a day with her. They know how to satisfy your every desire because they are ready, instructed and eager to make love. When I say they are ready, it's because we gave them a powerful aphrodisiac that will enhance their senses as well as their production. So, now, it's now up to you and may the best ones win. I wish you good luck!"
All the members of the audience then wrote their guesses on the electronic tablet sitting on their armchair. All the guesses were registered into the milking parlour's central computer system.
"Now, we are going to connect our dear producers to the milking machines and begin the session."
Each assistant took the machine's nozzles attached to each table and went about the business of fixing them to each hucow's hanging udders.
"We will start all the milking machines at the same time by pressing on this button. Are you ready, hucows?"
They all nodded their heads in affirmation. Claudine turned on the milking machines. The sound of humming filled the room. The alternate suction on the udders began with staccato sounds matching up with the vacuum and venting created by the nozzles. The udders stretched under the suction, penetrating deeply into the milking machine's transparent cups and then shrank when the vacuum was interrupted, only to begin again immediately. Jets of white nectar began to gush from the tips of the udders and flowed through the translucid tubes which connected their nipples to graduated flasks sitting at the front of the milking tables in view of the spectators.
The five hucows saw their udders penetrate deeply into the cups. The sight of it gradually excited them. The milking machines were adjusted to produce a much stronger vacuum than was usual during their regular daily milking. The stretching sensations on their nipples was more intense. Seminal juice produced by the hucow's arousal began to drip along their thighs, making their sexes seem to glisten.
The spectators enjoyed the view. The women were envious because they would have liked to have beed in the place of these beautiful young producers. The pleasure of having the tips of nipples firmly suctioned and released fed their maddest fantasies. Some, sitting on their armchairs, were already rubbing thighs against each other.
For their part, the men could not hide their excitement, for the flies were gradually rising, making room for a protuberance that denoted the hardening of their cocks and the progress of their erections. All of them wanted a casual partner to be amorously occupied with their erect muscle.
In contrast, for the hucows, the effect of the aphrodisiac, combined with the sense of delight as their milk gushed out of the udders, produced a state of extreme over-excitement. They would have liked that someone, anyone, no matter their gender, paid close attention to their genitals. Being firmly tied to the milking table and milking machine, they could only breath out their eagerness, murmuring sounds of pre-orgasmic pleasure. In this environment, the voluptuous heat, associated with the odours coming from their steamy vaginas permeated, the entire room. Even the assistants, who were accustomed to this sort of sight, felt the arousal build within themselves.
The level of the liquid in the flasks gradually increased. Some of them had already passed beyond half a litre (about 1.4 of a pint). There were full-throated moans. Already, Stephanie, Françoise and Laura were showing very marked signs of their enjoyment. The audience, cognizant of these signs, cheered with appreciative commentaries. Everyone was betting on these hyper-productive hucows.
After about twenty minutes, the jets being expelled from the udders, which had been elongated by the impact of the suctioning, began to diminish in intensity. The udders were gradually emptying. The exhausted hucows were losing strength. Their limbs trembled continuously.
Claudine signaled to the four assistants to stop the milking machine's vacuum pumps. The nozzles were removed from the stretched-out udders, freeing the nipples, which were reddened by the milking that had been forced on them. Their areoles bore the circular marks left by the nozzles during the intense suctioning on the erect, elongated udders. The audience commented that they would be good for sucking.
The hucows were breathing briskly but made their disappointment known at the same time. They wanted to reach their joyous peak, to achieve the ecstasy that they had not yet felt.
Claudine went to the milk-filled jars and gave the result of the contest. Claudette was the one who gave the most milk, 1.2 litres (more than two pints). Stephanie was next with 1.05 litres, and so on. The one who produced the least nectar was Tiphaine. Claudine took note of that and foresaw strengthening her food regimen in order to augment her production. Already, voices of appreciation could be heard in the audience.
Claudine went to the milking parlour's central computer and noted the values that the programme had posted on the screen. She then named the winners, those whose average values approached the real values the most.
