The Awe of Being a Hucow

The Awe of Being a Hucow by Lemaringouin, with the graceful assistance of Pimanko for the English translation from French.

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Chapter 11 The Grand Contest and Its Prize

Several days after her party with Claire, Stephanie was woken up by cries and laughter from the main hallway which connected all the hucows' bedrooms.

"Sylvie, Wake up! Did you hear?

"Huh?" Sylvie was barely awake. She had just spent the day before with one of the dairy's clients. She was totally weak and her muscles were relaxed. "What's up?" she asked.

"The laughter out there, do you hear it?"

"Well, yes, I heard talk about it yesterday. It's the day of the Grand Contest!"

Stephanie looked at her questioningly.

"Yes, Claudine will explain it to you. Now let me sleep. I'm exhausted from the party I was at the day before. It was really great. I'll tell you about it later.

Stephanie got up and saw an impressive wad of bills on the nightstand between the two beds.

"What's this?" Stephanie asked pointing to the money.

"That's what my client left me after I fulfilled all his perverse sexual desires," mumbled Sylvie still half-asleep.

"What! He paid you for sleeping with him?"

"Yes, but it's a small part of what he paid. He gave the rest to the dairy. He was a rich industrialist, but I assure you, he knew what he wanted. He serviced me but good! Now be quiet. Go see Claudine and the others. Me, I need to recover today. I'm not participating in the competition.

Perplexed, Stephanie left the room and headed toward the refectory with the other hucows who were jabbering and jostling along the way. On arriving at the refectory, Claudine gave her a number. There were already thirty hucows eating in the room.

Once all the girls were seated at their tables, Claudine spoke. "As you know, it's our monthly Grand Contest. For newcomers like Stephanie, Tiphaine and Anais, I'll explain the main points. The rest of you hucows already know. Every month, five of you are selected by lottery to participate in our contest and determine which one produces the most milk. The five selected by the lottery will be coming with me after breakfast, so that, along with Amelie, Lea, Veronique and Amandine, we can get you ready for the contest. The rest of you will go for your milking at the usual hours."

The entire room began to whisper, mixed in with laughs and jokes.

"Okay, a little quiet," she said, "let's proceed with the lottery."

Claudine stepped toward the lottery machine sitting on the adjacent table. She began to turn it so that a ball with a winning number would fall into her hand. She turned the crank. All the hucows fell silent while impatiently waiting for the winning number.

"Number 16."

"That's me," called a pretty brunette who stood up right away jumping up near her chair.

The other looked at her with envy.

"Number 43."

"That's me," a second hucow called cheerfully.

Thus, the draw continued until the last one.

"Number 28," called Claudine.

All the hucows looked around to see who was selected last. Complete silence filled the room.

Stephanie looked at the number she was holing in her hand: 28. She stood up quietly and announced, "It's mine."

The entire room clapped their hands. The hucows knew that Stephanie was already a good producer.

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.

"Madams Germaine, Paulette and Chantal as well as Mr. Benoît, you are the first winners. Claudette is entirely at your disposal. Madams Carole and Lucienne, as well as Mr. Charles and Albert, you get to enjoy Stephanie's services.

She continued in a similar way with the other hucows, calling the names of the winning participants.

"As you know, our hucows are conditioned to satisfy all your fantasies. So, we are going to take them to the rooms reserved for visitors. You can spend as much time as you want with the one that you've been designated. My only recommendation to you, gentlemen, is that you do not let loose in their sexes. We don't want to make them pregnant. I know that you know how to restrain yourselves. Ejaculation will take place in some other form. I don't doubt it.

Claudine and her assistants untied the five hucows and helped them to their feet. Then they left the milking parlour while giving them a glass of juice containing another powerful aphrodisiac to make them better prepared for the rest of the events. The five hucows, made thirsty by the intense milking which they had just undergone, swallowed the liquid in one gulp.

They were then directed toward the five 'VISITOR' rooms dedicated to their clients' amorous activities followed by the participants in the contest.

Each room had a defined colour. Claudine put Stephanie in the Pink room, then invited Carole, Lucienne, Albert and Charles to enter the same room. Then she closed the door, leaving the four winners to Stephanie's good care. She followed up in the same way with the other participants of the contest.

Once having entered the room, the first winner said, "Hello Stephanie. I'm Charles. As you must know, they are not our real names. No one knows the real names of the members of this select club. Let me introduce you to Carole. She's a real anal enthusiast.

"That's right," Carole answered. "I was instructed in this practice in my younger days by an old friend of mine. I love it!"

"This is Lucienne, she enjoys breasts. She likes to have her nipples pulled and sucked on."

"Oh yes, for me it provides the best sensations," she added.

"Here, you have Albert. As you can see, his skin is tanned, even dark. He is very well equipped. You will be able to enjoy the experience for yourself. As for me, my penis is nothing to be ashamed of. It's not as big as Albert's but nevertheless, its diameter will not leave my partners indifferent."

"You are all clients of the dairy?" Stephanie asked.

"Yes, in fact, we're all members of a spouse swapping club. My wife is in the next room with Claudette and the others. Albert, he's a bachelor. "He hasn't found a vagina yet that can make his toes curl," he concluded jokingly. "Lucienne and Carole's husbands are also with one of your companions."

Stephanie was surprised. It was the first time anyone had talked to her about a spouse swapping club in the dairy.

"Good," Charles said, "lie down on the futon here on the floor. You're going to watch our initial activities. Then you'll participate with us.

Stephanie lay down on the futon which was big enough to hold at least six persons. Its head was raised up turning it into a type of giant couch. Carole started to undress slowly, taking care to make lascivious movements to excite the gallery. She unbuttoned her bodice, letting her skirt drop down. Lucienne placed herself behind her. Taking hold of her breasts, which were wedged in her push-up bra, she shook them vigorously. She kissed Carole on the neck who inclined her head to better receive her occasional partner's caresses. The two men watched the two women smooch each other.

Stephanie, who was also watching the scene attentively, began to feel her sex moistening. It was caused by the aphrodisiac that the assistant had given her to drink.

Lucienne finally untied the bra and freed her two plump breasts. Carole let her little panty slide to the floor, now completely naked. It was Lucienne's turn to undress slowly. Once naked, Stephanie was able to appreciate Lucienne's chest which was even more generous than Carole's. Her areoles were well formed, round and a slight dark colour. Her nipples, stiffened by the strip-tease performed in front of strangers, pointed straight out from her chest, swollen and clearly sticking out.

Albert noticed Stephanie's insistent staring at the two women's breasts, in particular Lucienne's. He told her, "Our companions are well-equipped, aren't they?"

"Yes," Stephanie said.

"Both of them are former hucows. They worked here for several years and returned to civilian life. But they can't let the occasion pass to enjoy themselves here with us.

Stephanie was taken aback by what she heard. It was the first time that had seen in person a former hucow who had undergone the same treatment as her.

"They're still productive, you know! But now they only let their husbands and other members of club to suckle those udders."

Stephanie then noticed that the lumps under the two men's flies, which meant that their members were swelling. Carole and Lucienne now occupied themselves with unbuttoning Charles' and Albert's shirts, which they took off slowly. Then they knelt in front of the two men and removed the belts from their trousers. With a firm grip, they lowered their zippers, making the trousers fall to the floor.

Wide-eyed, Stephanie immediately noticed that the two pals wore no underpants. Their two members pointed bravely in front of them.

Albert's was remarkable. It had to measure 25 centimeters (almost ten inches) in length while Charles', also respectable, had a diameter of at least eight centimeters (more than three inches). The sight of these two cocks, aggravated by the powerful aphrodisiac, excited her furiously She could not contain herself and began to rub her thighs against each other stoking the fire that was beginning to light in her vagina.

Albert noticed and smiled. Stephanie blushed. She was fascinated as she stared at the two penises, standing at attention which was going to enjoy in her insides.

"Don't feel ashamed," Albert whispered. "Soon, it will be yours."

The two women were getting reading to suck the virile members which stuck in front of their faces. They licked the glans and swallowed them while making their hands slide up and down so as to free them from their foreskins and to fellate them strongly. This little game lasted several minutes. When they were satisfied with the rigidity of their members, they got up and stood on either side of Stephanie. The two men presented themselves to each woman, knelt and pointed their penises toward the vaginas being offered to them. The two of them lifted their legs and put them on their partners' shoulders.

Then Charles said to Stephanie, "Now you're going to help us by massaging the clitorises of these two beauties, and you'll suck on their tits. It will increase their pleasure."

Stephanie went to work, alternating between the two ex-hucows while the two men carefully began to pump into their freshly wet, glistening receptive vaginas. Carole and Lucienne began to pant harder as their hard cocks penetrated them. The pace of the to-and-fro movement increased while Stephanie was massaging the two clitorises with circular motions and taking turns sucking on the former hucows' hardened and over-developed nipples.