The next several weeks went by uneventfully. He serviced the milking room by day and fucked his companions at night. They were developing a deeper relationship because of their situation.
Bill was in the milking room one day when an alien came floating in. "Forty-five, we are preparing to leave. We are gathering a larger number of humans to make the trip with us. You will need to train them to survive the trip. It will be a long trip for humans. You will need birthing stalls, medical stalls, and any other areas you might need."
Bill was not happy about it. "What are we going to do with this room?"
"We are pausing its operation. We will save some in case we need more igniter serum. However, some of these machines are older and worn out. You need to dispose of numbers 1, 5,7,9 and 11. The rest we will put in stasis in case we need them again."
He waved an appendage and the connections for those five women disconnected.
The alien turned and floated out of the room. So, Bill must shove five of these women into the disposal chute. Well, they were really dead already. They would never know the difference. He picked each up and walked to the chute. He pushed each down the chute and went back to his seat.
The next week he was not in the milking room much. They told him it was suspended. He went there one time to make sure the other women were still there, including Sasha. They were, but it was dark, and nothing was running. They just hung there in the air, like suspended animation.
One alien came to their room and called him to follow him. He was led to a large holding area. He brought his three women with him. He would need some help. They saw more women than they could count, and five or six men segregated in a separate cell. "Here is your flock. You will need to organize them into something you can control. The males will be given a lobotomy. We don't want any problems with them. They are breeding bulls. You can divide the women into whatever family units you want and give each a bull, or you can have roving bulls. You can breed as many as you want yourself. The male children will not be lobotomized. They won't be old enough to harm us by the time we arrive." The alien left.
Bill turned to the crowd of frightened people. "How many of you do not speak English?"
Five of them were pushed forward, confused. They had one French woman, an Indian woman, an African woman, a Mexican woman, and a Japanese woman. They had gone to a lot of trouble to populate their zoo with a broad group of "exhibits".
"My name is Bill. I was captured just like you. I have been spared to be their contact with you. I am here to tell you nothing will happen to you. (There was no need to tell the men the truth, they wouldn't remember afterwards, anyway.) We are being taken to their home world. We will see what they want with us when we get there. Meanwhile, I need to get a list of each of you. These ladies are going to take down all your names, ages, nationalities and your skills. Once we have all this information, we are going to organize you into groups, sort of like families. You will look after everyone in your family. Meanwhile, I have asked for more comfortable bedding. The milk you have been given has enough added nutrients that it will provide everything you need on this journey. Try to stay calm." This began the process of cataloging the entire group. It took them the entire day, but they now had a list of what they needed. They retreated to their room.
Patty was looking over the list. "We have thirty-one women and six men. Most are Americans, but we have ten different nationalities."
"I need a summary of their skills. We will need to divide the skilled people into different groups. Especially, anyone that might be able to help with childbirth. Almost every woman there will be pregnant and give birth before we arrive. They want a large, thriving colony by the time we get there. They haven't told me yet how long it will be in our years, but I know it will be a few."
Kris was looking at the list. "We have six men. Maybe we should divide the women into six groups so there will be one man in each group. I hope they don't become possessive of the women in their group."
"You won't have to worry about that. They are being lobotomized as we speak. They will be domesticated bulls by tomorrow. They didn't trust a group of men not to try something. Now they will be as docile as lambs. But I do like the idea of six groups. That would be approximately five in each group. I want you to find anyone with medical training. We will add her to our little group. I think four of you will be more than enough for me, and the other groups would be even."
Patty wasn't letting that get by." Oh, I see, stud. You think we aren't enough for you?" She laughed. "It would help to have a medical woman with us to direct the rest."
They went to the holding area. The six men stood in one corner. They were staring blankly ahead.
One of the women asked Bill about them. "What's wrong with them?"
Bill looked her in the eye. "They have been lobotomized. Their brains are mush. The aliens didn't want any macho men here. They will now be breeding bulls. Most of you will have a child or two during the journey. Where is Margaret Sullivan?"
A forty-something looking woman with brown hair stepped forward. "Margaret, I understand you have a nursing degree, is that correct?" She nodded. "Okay, you will join me with these other ladies."
"Fine and call me Maggie." She walked up and joined the other three women. He now had his four family members.
He had Patty call out each group, one at a time, and separated them in groups. When they were finished, there were six groups of five standing together. When Bill went to get the men, he noticed they each had a number on their ass, one thru six. These aliens think of everything. He could now move the bulls around to broaden their gene pool. He designated one woman in each group to be the head of that group. He told the group to follow that leader and told the leader they were responsible for the bull in their group. They had to make sure he didn't hurt himself or any of the women.
Bill then went to the Aliens. He needed them to give the groups better quarters. He convinced them that these people couldn't live and have babies in cages. They led him to the lower areas of their ship. He didn't know there was an area below. It was huge. They had built the chambers Bill had talked to them about. They had a medical area, a dining common area, even an exercise area. But he was surprised when he saw the living areas. They had actual beds and sitting rooms. There were three bedrooms. This would allow privacy during breeding. He was very impressed. He was very surprised when they showed him his quarters. It was almost comfortable. There were four bedrooms and several areas. They told him to move their stuff in here. They would be staying in the hold for their entire trip.
His team moved each group one at a time. He wanted to see each woman. The first group, number 1, had the Japanese woman, one woman that was probably too old to have children, and three young Americans. That was probably four women that could conceive. Group number two had the Mexican woman, a black American woman, an English woman, and two young Americans. That could be five child rearing women. Group three had the French woman, an American woman that spoke French, a German woman that spoke English, and two other young Americans. Group four had the Indian woman, a Canadian woman, an older American, and two younger Americans. Group five had the African woman, a Jamaican woman that spoke English, and three young Americans. Group six was led by an American named Natalie. She had the only group that all spoke English. She had a Thai girl named Sajja, and Israeli named Zeva, and two young American girls.
Once they were settled into their new quarters, Bill decided to talk to Maggie.
"Maggie, how about we talk a little?" She nodded and they sat down. "Where were you when you were captured?"
"I was taken out of a hospital parking lot. I had just finished my shift when I blacked out. I came to here. That's all I know."
"It's the same for everyone. Are you trained in childbirth?"
"Yes, I've had a little experience."
"Good, because you are going to have a lot by the time we arrive. This trip is going to take years of our lives. They want us to procreate as much as possible to have a diverse colony when we arrive. I had asked them to get us some medicine, but they told me they could take care of any medical problems. I don't trust them because of how they treated the women that produced the milk we drink. They have milked women against their will for the past one hundred years. They must have killed dozens and dozens of women during that time. I don't trust them, but you mustn't say anything about this to the others. It would be a long trip with everyone angry and worried."
He gathered the four women together in the living area. "I think it would be best for each of you to have one of the bedrooms. I can move between the rooms on a regular basis. They expect us to produce babies, and I will need to be with each of you to do that."
Maggie looked down, but the others quickly agreed. He had already fucked each of them many times, and they thought that would be the best way to get a little privacy.
"Maggie, I think I will start with you. I know you don't know me, but there is no need to delay. We will have plenty of time together before this is over." Maggie nodded. After their milk dinner, they went into her room.
Bill sat on the bed. He had not sleep on a bed in nearly a year. It felt good. "Maggie, I will enjoy fucking you, but I think right now I am going to enjoy sleeping in a real bed again. It has been a year for me."
Maggie smiled and pulled him down on the bed. They had not had a shower or bath for a very long time, but they didn't care.
She lay back and spread her legs. He felt her and she was wet. He moved up onto her and she helped him into her. He had to go slowly because she had not had sex in quite a while. He took his time penetrating her until he was finally all the way inside. Once he was completely in her, she lay back and relaxed. He enjoyed the feeling of her. She was tight and willing. He rode her until she began to shake. She must have needed a good release, because when she let go, she really let go. Her head was shaking back and forth, and she was drooling. The sight was too much for him and he let go. He collapsed on top of her, and they lay there together until they fell asleep.
