The village was relatively quiet. Maquessa strode down one side of the street gazing in the store windows. Not surprisingly many of them bore signs stating that the shops would reopen later in the day. A few grumbles could be heard from other potential patrons, but none seemed to be overly irate about the situation. A number of people in the local area shut down their business when the Ninth Brigade stopped near the village for a recreational leave. Male or female, a number of the villagers had already attempted to catch her eye.
Standing at six foot even, the young Captain of the Ninth had blonde hair to her shoulders and soft green eyes. While some of the male villagers had their eyes fixed firmly on her bosom, the village women rather brazenly kept their eyes somewhat lower. Not that she minded. She knew behind the locked doors of a number of those store windows, her soldiers were entertaining themselves. By the time they rolled out to resume their patrols the villagers would be more than sated and ready to resume their normal lives. She had something special in mind for herself though. As yet another of the young village women endeavored to catch her eye she politely took her leave and continued past the last of the houses at the village edge.
As her long legs carried her up the hillside path she inadvertently gazed back towards the hills on the other end of the village. She knew the tanks were secured under their netting and with the guards standing nearby. Knowing the ones she had picked they were probably engaged in a similar fashion as those in the village proper. She was willing to let it slide, however, since the area was a well pacified one. A low sound came from ahead of her and her step quickened just a bit as the dairy came into view. A few milk cows ambled about in a fenced in pasture. Most of the milk came from other farms, but Deliah still insisted on keeping a few herself.
Well known in the region for the quality of milk it sold, Deliah's Dairy was one stop Maquessa always made when they stopped in town. She had just lifted her hand to knock on the stout wooden door when it pulled open to reveal a rather plump matronly woman. Deliah wore a sexy little smile on her lips as she stepped back to admit the captain. Her eyes sparkled with the promise of their play, having already heard about the Ninth stopping in the village below.
"I was beginning to think you had forgotten me." she said with a pretty little pout to her lips.
Maquessa took off her cap to dangle from a nearby hat rack. A smile quirked the corners of her lips as the faint sounds of the milking room reached her ears. While Deliah may have been nearly a dozen years her senior, and probably thirty pounds or so too plump for most, both knew the captain wasn't likely to forget about her. As the door clicked shut, Maq slipped an arm around Deliah and together they started through the dairy.
"Now you know you were my first stop when we got here." Maq chided with an amused grin.
She was looking forward to their time together as well. Of course, as they passed the milking room, she couldn't help but glance inside. While the bulk of the milk sold by the dairy came from cows, whether raised by Deliah or obtained from local farms, it was the special milk that had kept the dairy on the map. The gasping moans from the milkmaids was louder there in the doorway. Perhaps two dozen girls filled the room, in various stages of orgasmic pleasure. Sucking noises filled the air as each girl writhed in her device.
Some were bent over on hands and knees, gags filling their mouths as the cups on their nipples drew forth their sweet breast milk. Others were seated in a chair with legs spread wide and a silken dildo plunging repeatedly into them from below as their milk was harvested. Maquessa felt herself stiffen at the lewd display and Deliah slid her fingers down to feel with a throaty chuckle.
"You certainly do have a thing for the milkmaids, don't you? Must be why you enjoy me so much."
Maq pulled the older woman close in her excitement. She had learned on their first meeting that Deliah had been a milkmaid like these girls in her youth. She still strapped herself in to harvest her own milk regularly. As the pair watched, Deliah with a hand slid into Maq's trousers, one of the girls sank limply on her device. The jug beneath her was half full as she panted softly. An attendant rushed over to disable the machine and loosen her bindings. As the girl slid to the floor to catch her breath, it was hard to miss the glistening nine inches that slid out of her pussy. Maq's breath was husky as Deliah stroked her, and she pulled away from the door to the nearby stairs.
