4000 Milky Way
Our first property of the day was an old farmhouse several miles west of the city limits, just outside the main entrance of the 'soon to be defunct' car factory.
"What's the story on this place?" Marked asked as we drove what used to be a busy highway towards the plant.
"It's actually a bit of a mystery. When the auto maker bought up all the surrounding farmland a couple of decades ago, this was the only place that refused to sell. The property had been in the same family since before the civil war and the owner wasn't about to break from tradition."
"If that's the case, why are they selling now?"
"That's the mystery. Everybody else is selling because their livelihood depended on the car plant. But that shouldn't matter to a dairy farm. If they can't sell their milk in Merryville, they can always sell it someplace else."
I had never been to the property before and nearly missed the turnoff. Not that my GPS didn't give me adequate warning. I was expecting "Milky Way" to be a paved road, not a gravel path hidden by a line of mature evergreens. But it was a well-travelled gravel path, evidenced by the deep ruts and lack of grass along its route.
Breaking through the copse of trees was like traveling through a time warp. One minute I was on a four-lane highway looking at a rusting industrial park, and the next view was a gently winding road through well kept, rolling fields of grass, leading towards a three-story colonial with several farm buildings surrounding it. Unlike the car plant, the farmhouse in front of us looked to have a fresh coat of paint, as did the rest of the buildings.
"Wow," Mark said. "Not quite what I was expecting."
"Nor I. If first impressions are any indication, they aren't struggling financially."
The closer we got, the better the place looked. The gravel road gave way to a large paved circular drive with at least a dozen cars parked around its perimeter. Unable to find room in front of the building we went around back where another half dozen vehicles stood in a grassy lot. We parked beside two forty something women who were getting out of an SUV.
As we exited my car, the two ladies gave me a cursory glance and then unabashedly stared at Mark as they walked past us towards the farmhouse. One of the women said something to her compatriot as she lewdly gawked at my client. Her partner giggled and they walked away, turning a couple of times to steal another peak.
"There's something wrong here," Mark said, seemingly oblivious of the attention. "Something missing."
"What?"
"You did say this was a dairy farm. Right?"
"Yes."
He looked around and took a deep breath. "I don't claim to be an expert on the subject, but don't dairy farms usually have cows?"
He had a point. Not only did I not see any cows as we drove up, I also didn't hear or smell any evidence of cows once we escaped the confines of my air-conditioned auto. And why was the parking lot full of cars?
"We could always leave. I could move our one o'clock showing up a few hours and..."
Mark held up his hand to silence me. Before I could explain how rude the gesture was, he put his finger to his lips.
"Listen," he whispered. "Do you hear something?"
"Not really."
He grabbed my hand and led me towards the side of the building, stopping just short of a window.
"You can't hear that?"
If I strained my ears, I could hear a mechanical noise coming from inside the house. And maybe the occasional murmur of people... not actually a murmur, more like soft moans.
Mark tried to peer into the window only to find that it was too high above the ground, even for his six-foot two frame. He looked around for something to stand on and, finding nothing suitable, motioned for me to come over.
"I'll boost you up."
The word "No" had just escaped my lips when two strong hands reached under my dress, grabbed my thighs, and perched me on his shoulder like a parrot on a pirate.
With my left ass cheek supported by Mark's shoulder and my right by his hand, I used his head to balance myself on the precarious perch and only then peered into the room.
The room was dark. The window dirty. I didn't have a great view. But what I thought I saw made me gasp.
"I'll kindly ask you two trespassers to step away from the window."
In a move worthy of a cowardly acrobat, I jumped off Mark's shoulder and placed his body between me and a wrinkled old woman holding a shiny new shotgun.
"That's a big gun for a little lady," Mark said as he slowly turned to face the woman. "I suggest you lower the twelve gauge before you hurt yourself."
She did lower the gun, but only slightly. Where it was initially aimed at his chest, it was now pointing directly at his crotch. "If you got any peeing or screwing planned for the future, I suggest you do as I say."
"I do, on both accounts," Mark said.
"Inside." The gun toting granny motioning to a side door with the muzzle of the gun.
The door led to a long hallway which we followed... Mark and I, side by side, granny several paces behind us.
"First door on the left," she said. "You go first young lady."
Once my eyes adjusted to the darker room, I confirmed what I hoped I hadn't seen from the window. Five naked women were lined up along the length of the room. Each on hands and knees, shackled to the ground, with ball gags secured in their mouths. The moans were most likely a result of the different style sex toys vibrating in their pussy's. The mechanical sounds came from the slow but steady slurp of breast pumps. Each woman hooked up to her own machine.
