Mil and Paradise

Lassy moaned loudly, her swollen belly contracting again. She knelt on a bed of hay, on her hands and knees. She's been on her hands and knees for the last 10 months, and has been pregnant for the last 8. Behind her, under the grate, the constant stream of water carried away some of the slick fluids from the start of her birth. This was her life. She didn't contemplate how she got here anymore, only that what has happened since has been nothing short of terrifying and god-damn cunt-fucking good. She didn't even care anymore that they changed her name.

According to the calendar in Boss' office, she was early. She wasn't supposed to be giving birth yet. But here she was, water having spilled from her sagging pussy about 3 hours before, crowning. When a handler found out her water burst, they got right into action, chaining the nose ring to the pole in front of her as a reminder not to thrash about. They brought in a steel frame to which they bound her back legs to keep her on her knees and near the grate at the front of her pen. This would allow for easy cleanup and let the vet easily check up on her progress. Otherwise, they left her be. The woman in the stall beside her, with whom she arrived was hooked up to a milking machine as she was three times a day, her long, abused nipples sucking down the tubes. But instead of mewling like usual, she was distracted by Lassy's ordeal.

Lassy was screaming out loud as she felt as if her pelvis was tearing in two, she tried to lean back but her upper thighs and knees were tethered in place to the bars on either side of her. She tried to lean down on her forearms, but the chain hooked to her nose ring tugged painfully, and she rose back up to her tough, calloused palms.

A vet came by, opening her gate and crouching down, pulling a glove onto his hand with a familiar snap. He stroked her cunt lips, and automatically she attempted to arch her back, become more receptive. He pushed his hand into her waiting channel without pause, received easily by her well used cunt. He felt her dilation, and said something to the handler standing behind her, but she couldn't hear over her own moans.

Her belly seized again, her contractions becoming much more frequent.

10 MONTHS, 12 DAYS AGO---

Sandy stood, chained and gagged in the back of a truck, breast to back with about 20 other women. She had awoken just like this, hanging limply by the chains holding the women upright. Since awaking, she found her footing, but her shoulders still ached like hell. It smelled like urine, as one of them had let their bladder go on this 6 hour trip, and Sandy was standing in a puddle of it. Sandy's body ached all over from the jostling and another woman's bare breasts collided with her back again. She wanted to say something, yell, but she was gagged. Even if she was released now, all of the moisture was gone from her open mouth. The ring between her teeth keeping her jaw from closing did nothing to keep the rancid taste of piss off of her tongue, which waved in midair as she breathed heavily. She herself had been struggling to hold her piss for the last 3 hours. Her bladder was full, though she couldn't quite remember the last time she drank anything. She groaned as she felt the dam crack, and urine begin to seep down her thighs.

This whole ordeal was humiliating, and she couldn't even remember how it started. As hard as she might, she couldn't even remember a last actual moment. She didn't even quite remember a typical walking-home-from-work-blackout scenario. She simply had memories of her old life in no particular order, no unfinished business or half completed projects waiting for her on her counter. She remembered walking home from work, but she also remembered getting home. She remembered turning down the covers in bed, but there was no abrupt end to that either. She thought that possibly she'd been taken in her sleep, but that didn't seem right either. And now, she stood in a puddle of her own urine and some other woman's. so, how she got here didn't much matter, it just was.

The truck spent another 2 uncomfortable hours on a dirt road, and Sandy felt as if her arm had come out of her socket. Then it came to a stop. Blinding light blared into the truck as the back door was thrown upward. A man stood there, and flashed an engraved Western style pistol, the barrel glinting in the sun. His hair was messy, and he wore a button down dress shirt over jeans and heavy workman boots. Sandy craned to see over the girls shoulders, noting his green eyes and sideways sneer. "No trouble, sweethearts. You're not worth anything until you're through these doors and sorted, so I have no problem putting any one of y'all down" he said in a southern drawl, looking over the shaking, blinking women. Then he smirked to a girl on the right. "Except you, sweetheart. I'd feel bad, but I'd do it anyway and fuck you into the dirt as you bled out."

He winked, and one of the men behind him put a ramp up to the end of the truck. The southern man hopped up and started pressing the release on each of their chains, letting their bound hands drop down in front of them. Sandy shook as he grabbed her roughly around her naked waist and released her arms. She felt a sharp pain in both shoulders as they dropped from the place they'd been for the last 8 or more hours, supporting her weight, but even more alarming was her right arm, which didn't respond at all. As she suspected, there was a dislocation. She furrowed her brow and tried to gesture to the man with the southern accent but he just smacked her ass to herd her towards the ramp that the other women were stumbling down. The slap had her shuffling away from the armed man, though, and stumbling down the ramp into the cold frosty grass. Without the body heat of the women insulating her, she shivered.

Just then, there was commotion as one woman broke rank and darted towards the woods. There was a shout, "Jeb!" And the armed man came stomping off the truck and jumped down beside the ramp, landing with his knees slightly bent. He looked like an eager hunter inches from prey, an animalistic glint in his eye. Pistol in hand, he took aim and fired, and all the women standing by the truck ducked, kneeling in the grass. Sandy winced as her shoulder swung uncomfortably. The running woman screamed as the shot hit her ass cheek, falling hard. She was heard sobbing, and the man they called Jeb pointed another man towards the truck, and that man jumped back up onto the truck to unlock the rest of the women. They began to herd the women towards a nearby farm building.

Jeb, while the women were unlocked and moved, stalked into the field. He leaned over, grabbed the woman from the ground by her waist and threw her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She was still screaming and crying in pain and frustration, a deep bruise on her rear. He used a non lethal bullet to stop her escape. He threw her back onto the truck and jumped in with her, yanking the door down until it clanged shut. The truck took off towards another building on the farm. Sandy never did see her again, she wondered what happened.

Sandy and the other women were hustled into the large barn in front of them. They entered through one end, in which was a wood floored room. From the wall strung a hose, and a man stood, hand on the lever like it was a firehouse. And fuck, Sandy thought it must be. Water most likely, though it had a funny smell, pelted the first woman in line. She jumped and screamed, dancing as if on LEGOs away from the man, cowering against the wall. Sandy saw her skin indent with the force of the water stream, and it turned her skin slightly red in sensitive places. Each girl received similar treatment, each huddled with the other dripping wet girls in the far corner. It was Sandy's turn, and she discovered what all that fuss was about.

The hose unloaded its stream against her body. First, it was cold. It blasted her sensitive skin with a ferocity, making her shiver. She didn't scream, but clenched her teeth against the gag and tried to avoid getting any of the foul water into her mouth. But she couldn't help but taste it and realize it was not water at all. It was some sort of chemical, but she didn't recognize the smell. And then it started to make her skin burn. She stumbled backward and collided with the wall, trying to find a part of her body to sacrifice to the flow. But the man was used to hitting a moving target, and every inch, including a hard spray at her asshole, was covered. It was so strong that some water was forced into her butt, and water sprayed from her sphincter when she coughed and was herded over to the women in the corner.

Shivering, she retreated to a corner of the room and groaned, her shoulder throbbing. She was softly panting, eyes darting around for an exit. But everywhere she looked, there was another large man standing at the doorway. She glanced back at the door through which they came as it opened, and the man they called Jeb came through it and closed it behind him. She cursed silently to herself, but refused to openly admit to herself that she was afraid of this man.

Jeb stepped forward then, taking what looked like a piercing gun from one of the workers and approached the women. He happened to grab Sandy first, wound his hand in her wet locks, and jerked her head backwards. He shoved the piercing gun hard against her nose, shoving the soft sides of her nostril upward. The gun made a loud POP, shoving the short needle through the cartilage of the center of her nose. Then he used the same gun without hesitation on the cartilage of her ear. A man followed up behind her and grabbed her by the hair at the nape of her neck as well. She wasn't able to fight him off, not with her shoulder as he shoved a ring through her nose and hung a bright red tag from her ear.

The other women scrambled after they saw Sandy tagged, and it was a game of chicken. But after 3 women, Jeb got tired of the game and pulled his gun out, pointing it right at the women standing around. They got in line quick, and took their tagging shaking in their birthday suits.

This situation had Sandy standing , shivering naked and barefoot, skin still stinging, in complete and utter shock. She wasn't sure what to make of any of this and has no idea what she was even doing there. The other women seemed just as afraid, but not one of them wanted to be shot, even with a rubber bullet. She saw a few of them fidgeting with their nose rings, but the man babysitting them would blast them with a hose full of that burning solution of they did, so after about 5 minutes they all stood still, waiting in line for the next door to open.

Sandy looked up the line, having ended up at the back of it, noting that all of them were young; not one would be over 24. All of them were of some level of curvy; none of them has much of a thigh gap, if at all, and creases and rolls in their bellies. She looked down at her own belly creases, and began to cry. One by one, the women disappeared into the next room, none of them came back out. The final woman in front of her was pushed through the door, and she caught glipse of 2 people inside. the woman looked back at her sympathetically, knowing she was leaving her alone and helpless.

Jeb walked by, noting her shivering by the door, alone in the room with 3 guards now. He reached up and unlatched the gag from her mouth, and she stretched her jaw gratefully. "Don't get too comfortable, cow, this will be going right back in after I set your shoulder. Just figured you might be more comfortable this way." he grabbed her arm and twisted and lifted, popping her shoulder painfully back into place. She was grateful, as she was able to clench her teeth and scream without the gag holding her back. She nearly collapsed but he yanked her back to her feet and shoved the ring back between her lips, buckling it in place.

After a few minutes, she was jostled into the room of mystery in which stood a woman and a man. The woman, dressed in white and looking like a 1920's style nurse smiled wide and began what she figured must be a standard, well practiced speech.

"Welcome to Paradise. It may not seem like it yet, but this new home of yours will provide the best environment for your personality. You have been chosen because of your submissive and meek demeanor, and your uncanny ability to accept what life gives you, and for this you will be rewarded! You a perfect candidate for our Milk and Paradise program! Others like you have not been so lucky to be chosen to live in luxury, and will be sold for hard labor and service positions. But don't worry! Here there are no bills, no hunger, no responsibility, no worries! But just like all well functioning communities, we have rules. No speaking unless spoken to. Please remain on all fours. For your safety, never leave a room without a handler to guide you-"

Sandy stopped listening at that point and looked at the man who approaching her. He didn't speak, but began measuring her breast, waist, hips, and taking other notes. She cleared her throat, pointing to her gag. This was met with a swift slap to her breast, making her yelp. The woman stopped her practice speech to reiterate that she wasn't to speak, before seamlessly resuming it. She sounded like an automated machine. The man was thorough, and after the measurements pulled on a silicone glove and slicked it with lubricant. He pushed a finger deftly into her canal, making her cry out and attempt to escape his violation, but he forced her to stay where she was with a grip on her hip. His finger pulled out, and he inserted a single finger into her anus to test how she reacted. Feeling violated, she groaned at the painful intrusion. She'd never before had anything stick into her asshole! He made her kneel after removing his glove and tossing it in a waste bin, removed her cuffs, and a second man came in to lead her away. Any attempt to stand was met with a swift smack on her backside with a riding crop. "You will adjust. They always do." Her handler said softly. He led her to a gated stall in a long stable barn beside other women, where she was chained by the ankle and left alone. Only metal bars separated her and other women about waist high if she were standing. The floor under her was half grated, half stone, and water ran under the grates. A fleece mat and a pile of hay sat on the stone. Looking around, she saw many stalls similar to hers in this stable like barn. Nobody came back to provide food or water, or a even a bathroom break.

PRESENT DAY--

Lassy yelled as her pussy stretched wide open. She felt it moving down her canal, spreading her pelvis as it came towards the daylight. The head was starting to push through. She screamed loudly. Behind her, the resident Vet crouched, and the offspring sloughed from her body into his hands. Without ceremony, the cord was cut, and he was passed off screaming to a waiting nursery attendant. Lassy wanted to fall in exhaustion but the bindings held her in place. She listened to the crying as it disappeared.

They left her struggling to stay upright. the vet reached into her gaping cunt, past her dilated cervix, and scooped the afterbirth from her uterus. Lassy was sprayed down with the chemicals from the hose before being fully released from her bonds, and allowed to lay in piece on her bed.

She woke the next morning to her tits leaking profusely, and soon Jeb came by with a chilled milk can and pumps. He stroked her cheek, smiling. "There's a good Lassy. Finally able to get that good milk." He said. "But you're a prized cow, they'll pay well for naturally produced milk." He smiled down at her and gave the chain on her nose ring a tug, pulling her to her knees. He wiped her breasts clean, and she moaned, feeling the built up pressure ready to release. He turned the machine on and it started with a whirl, and he put the mouth of each tube to her tits. Milk immediately sprayed from her swollen nipples and flowed through the tubes, collecting in the cooled milk can next to the kneeling man. She moaned, the pressure releasing feeling so very good. Her nipples, long and engorged already, pulled downward into the sucking tubes. Looking up at him, she smiled, each suck making her feel lighter and refreshed. She missed the presence in her belly but she'd spent the last few months being conditioned to let go. And that training sunk in well. She leaned towards Jeb and put a head on his arm, sucking and licking at his skin.

10 months and 12 Days Ago-

(a day has passed in the present and past)

The day after her arrival when she awake, she sat straight up. There was no fantasy of her bed and a slow realization of where she was, there was just... This. She hadn't been ripped from the middle.of anything in her old life but she hadn't gone willingly either and perhaps this lack of shocking loss helped prevent such heart-wrenching fantasies.

Workers... Keepers she assumed, poured into the long stable barn. The man she recognized as Jeb went to the one side of the stables and pulled a hose from the wall, and turned a wheel. A machine whirred to life. This hose had a long thin nozzle on the end, about 7 inches, and a lever, not unlike a gas pump had. He approached the first stall, and the woman, an obvious long term resident, moved eagerly to the fence. She noticed a swollen belly hanging near the floor, she looked ready to pop. Her eyes wandered to a few on her end, and only one or two seemed to be in various stages of pregnancy. Her eyes were yanked back to Jeb, however, when he put the nozzle, which looked like a long bottle nipple to her mouth- and inserted it into her throat! She straightened out her head to make the penetration easier, and her throat bulged. He pulled the nozzle for about 3 seconds, released, and pulled it out of her throat with a string of saliva.

He moved to the next girl, and inserted the rounded silicone tip into her throat as well. He squeezed the trigger, released, and moved on. Sandy balked; she was the first new girl to be on the receiving end of this, after 7 girls. She didn't even know what this thing did!

Jeb looked down at her as he approached her, the hose pulling from the wall like a fire hose. He looked down at her with a smile. "Its always hard to be the first when you're new. You can either set a good example for your fellow new girls, or you can be made the example. Which one?" Sandy looked him up, and there was a smile on his face. She showed no signs of resistance, though she searched her mind for a way to do so and not get hurt. He must know her hopelessness well. "That's a good girl now. Come to the gate, and maybe I'll see if I can bring you a reward later."

Sandy didn't want to have that thing shoved into her throat. Actually, she would rather be running far, far away from here. But she remembered the girl who was his target practice earlier and whole she wasn't seriously injured, she was sure he'd take any means necessary to keep her in this barn. She shuffled to the gate, the grate under her digging into her hands and knees. Her mouth was already wide open with the gag. He smiled down at her, putting his thumb in her mouth and feeling the lack of moisture. Leaning down, he told her to be still and spit a glob of saliva into her mouth. She recoiled, and he grabbed her and pulled her back to position as his long fingers spread the saliva around her mouth, making her gag. "Don't worry, you'll thank me." The silicone nozzle was still slightly moist from the last girls throat, and he inserted it into her mouth. She gagged heavily at the intrusion but Jebs' saliva at least stopped it from sticking like sandpaper as he pushed and inserted the nozzle as deep as it would go. He pulled the lever, and the nozzle twitched and spewed something directly into her stomach! She retched as he pulled it out, losing some of that liquid breakfast and tasting it on her tongue. It was awful. Jeb laughed at the scowl on her face as she revolted from the taste and harsh intrusion into her throat. "Learn to keep it down, you don't have to taste it, cow."