Tale of the Nemorvian Band

Chapter Fourteen: Inside King Moonlight's Royal Dairy Farm

The large room that had been converted into the Nemorvian dairy farm had a small balcony where Jennenes could stand, allowing him to look down and see all that happened within. Now that the Nemorvian whores of the city were almost all gathered he was enjoying standing and watching, taking in the sight of his great works officially called "The Royal Dairy Farm".

The newly appointed High Captain of the Dairy Guard, Meedard Dupont, was in the process of "installing" the farm's newest acquisition. He was a male Human from the kingdom of Capatia, but not one of the tall full figured red-haired "High" Capatians that made up that country's ruling nobility. He was a "Low" Capatian. Tough, wiry, and with jet-black hair. He was considered an undesirable in his homeland because of his birth status, and doubly so because he was a man as it was only women that were allowed to rule in that distant land.

He'd left his homeland in search of a place not just where men ruled over women but where women were mistreated. He'd found Jennenes Moonlight's little kingdom to be all he'd hoped for and more. At first the man, an able fighter, had taken employ amongst the royal guard. But his skills as a more than able administrator had led to him rising quickly through the ranks. Jennenes had been waiting for a new post such as the one the man now filled to come into existence to make the best use of Dupont's skills.

From his vantage point Jennenes watched the High Captain taking the newest Nemorvian to the place she'd live out the rest of her life. The pathetic Nemorvian whore was still protesting, struggling in vain to escape her fate. Her arms were tied behind her back and her legs manacled. Even if Dupont hadn't been dragging her by one of her horns she'd have had little chance of escaping.

"You really are making such a fuss," Dupont said to her, his words thick with his Capatian accent. "Look around you at your fellow Nemorvian sisters. They have already settled into their new lives as our dairy cows and most are happy with their lot."

The woman he dragged by the horn closed her eyes, refusing to look. On either side of her were the milking stalls the other Nemorvians were "installed" in. They were all bent over on all fours, their huge udders hanging below them with devices attached to their nipples. The machines attached to them were slowly, but steadily, sucking at their nipples to pump out the precious milk from their breasts.

Other members of the Dairy Guard were busy attending to Nemorvians already installed, changing casks full of milk, ensuring the Nemorvians were fed and healthy, and most importantly fucking them all to ensure their milk production remained as high as possible.

It was clear why she averted her eyes. She was a Nemorvian and the mere sight of a cock would take all the fight out of her. All around her men were fucking the women being milked.

But it wasn't just the men actively fucking the Nemorvians who she averted her eyes form. The Dairy Guard were both milkmen and protectors, most wore at least some armor and all were armed. If anyone tried to steal Jennenes' treasures they'd find them well guarded.

Yet because they were allowed and encouraged to fuck the Nemorvians as often as they wished most had found it beneficial to alter their armor and clothing so that at most times their manhoods hung free. Even Dupont went about within the farm with his cock hanging free, his codpiece removed and the bit of cloth normally covering his crotch pulled up and tucked out of the way.

The Nemorvian was still struggling when the High Captain had finished dragging her to her new home. "Really, such fuss," he grumbled, annoyed she still pathetically labored to escape. "But I've just the medicine to calm you before you are installed."

He pulled her up onto her knees and turned her to face him. He was staring at her overlarge breasts as he did, watching the way they shook and jiggled as he roughly handled her. The sight had his cock already growing hard.

She still had her eyes closed and now tried to turn away from the man. He grabbed one of her horns again and forced her to face him, then with his other hand he grabbed his cock. It was nearly erect allowing him to wield it like it was a weapon, which against a Nemorvian it truly was!

"Look at my cock, cow," he barked.

"Never!" the woman replied defiantly, keeping her eyes closed tight and still struggling in vain to turn her head away.

Meedard Dupont sighed heavily, saying, "Fine, cow, we'll do it the hard way." He pulled her closer, holding his cock up then letting it fall on her face.

It landed down beside her nose and over one of her eyes with a meaty "thwump". Even from his vantage point above King Moonlight could see the effect it had on the woman. As soon as the man's cock hit her face she stopped struggling, convulsing for a moment as she fought the biological impulses her racial weakness would be making her feel. Dupont started rubbing his cock on her face from side to side then pressing it into her cheek. She quivered then gave in.

She opened the eye that didn't have a cock being rubbed across it. She moaned at the sight and turned, opening her mouth and letting her tongue snake out to lick the underside of his shaft. A shiver ran through her body, the moment of her total submission to the cock on her face.

The High Captain of the Dairy Guard let the cocknotized Nemorvian lick and then suck on his cock for a bit. Before long he grabbed both her horns and pulled the woman off his dick. "That's enough to calm you," he said, his cock still hard and glistening with her saliva. "Before I have any more fun with you I've got to start prepping you for your installation."

He had a satchel slung over one shoulder. He reached into it and pulled out a leather collar, the kind most lands made slaves wear, only this one had a cowbell attached to the front. "A cowbell for our newest dairy cow," he proclaimed as he tightened the collar around the woman's neck.

Jennenes smiled as he watched. It had been the man's idea to add the bells to each of the newly acquired slaves' collars. It was a bit of added humiliation that served to both remind the women what they now were and add to the dehumanization of the women. Jennenes hadn't thought about how important that would be at first, but Meedard Dupont had insisted it was essential.

"We need the men of the Dairy Guard to not see these Nemorvian cows as

women

, but as

things

," the Low Capatian man had insisted. "If not, some might become attached and try and rescue or even make off with them."

Jennenes had seen the truth of it at once. The astute observation had made him certain that he'd chosen the right man to head this operation.

All around Meedard Dupont Nemorvians were moaning as they were milked and fucked. They were all naked, their over-sized udders hanging down and their asses held high to leave their backends inviting any who passed to take a turn at fucking them. But at that moment it was clear that Meedard only saw the cow before him that he was busy unbinding. She no longer needed the shackles, his cock had made her perfectly pliant.

He pulled a glass bottle from the satchel he wore. After pulling the stopper out he poured some of the oil contained within onto one of his hands. He quickly closed the bottle and returned it to his bag then rubbed the oil together between his hands.

"We need to prep you and these milk-filled udders of yours," Jennenes heard the man say to the Nemorvian as he slowly walked around the woman. Once he was behind her he told her to stand then reached around her body, grabbing her breasts and beginning to massage the oil on his hands onto her dense, heavy breast meat. She moaned at his sensual touch, her eyes crossing and rolling up into her head as her tongue began to loll from her open mouth.

After massaging the oil onto every inch of her large breasts he moved his hands down, pressing her legs open and snaking his fingertips onto her pubic mound. He massaged the oil into her hairless and perfectly smooth outer labia then dipped his finger into her slit, working the oil onto her clit then slowly fingering some into her cunt hole.

Jennenes smiled, watching the man at his work. He was like a great artisan as he prepared the women, attending to them with far more tender care than he would have. The oil was another of Dupont's ideas. Ewelic oil was a powerful aphrodisiac for most races, affecting the Nemorvians with a power that made its effects on other races seem meager. The oil left the women drooling and eager to follow directions even more so than normal, as well as leaving them in a state of hyper-arousal that let them attain sexual climax with astounding ease.

It seemed to increase their initial flow of milk. It was that fact that brought the man's oil-covered hands up from the Nemorvian's pussy and back to her over-large breasts. He gave her oiled tits a nice squeeze, expressing some of her milk in pretty little jets of white cream. He then began playing with her nipples, working them between his fingers. Jennenes imagined how slippery they must be, from the oil and the moisture of the milk still leaking from them.

He watched as Dupont slid his hands away from her moist nipples, massaging her breasts till his hands were wrapped near their base. He started to squeeze, causing more milk to come out of her nipples. This time it wasn't small little jets but came out in a messy explosion of milk that sprayed wildly about. She moaned and wigged as he kept squeezing, shuddering as the milking made her cum. She fell back into him for support as her legs grew weak, leaning back and turning her face towards him. Dupont leaned forward and kissed her, long and deep, grinding against her plump backside.

Her body was prepped while he was hot and bothered and clearly in need of sexual release. Yet the man was a true professional, he'd not take his pleasure till his job was finished. He worked quickly to strap her into the milking machine.

As soon as he was done he got behind her, grabbing her wide, fat ass with both hands then running them down the sides of her thick thighs. "Time to break you in," he said as his hands slid to her inner thighs then up to her pussy. He fingered her for a moment with one hand, stroking his hard cock with the other. A moment later he was ramming his cock into her.

At first he held her fat ass as he pounded her from behind. But a minute later he leaned into her body, wrapping his arms under her to grab her hanging udders. He squeezed them, expressing milk into the suction cups that were slowly milking the woman. White fluid exploded into the tubes, filling them faster than the machine could suck it out. She moaned in sexual bliss, shuddering and cumming again. As she did even more milk exploded from her tits, nearly overfilling the cups attached to her nipples.

Jennenes knew his High Captain wouldn't last long before he came, and as he expected he heard the man groan in pleasure a few moments later. He watched him take a step back, saw his cock, already growing soft, fall from the pussy of the Nemorvian. Cum trickled out, dripping on the floor below her. The king smiled, happy to see his loyal subject rewarded for a job well done and knowing that the sexual pleasures the job came with would do more to buy these men's loyalty than any coin ever could.

He was thinking about going down to ask the man if there was anything he thought the Royal Dairy Farm needed but just then his Majordomo came onto the balcony. "Sire, I've troubling news to report," he said.

Jennenes turned, frowning. "Well, out with it man!"

"It's the ravens we sent to the Mercenaries, sire. They've... returned."

"So?" Jennenes asked, confused. "What do the Minotaurs say? Have they gotten any closer to accomplishing their task?"

"There is no reply," the man said. "They returned with their messages unread. They were either unable to find the mercenaries or..." The man trailed off, suddenly nervous. He knew that Jennenes occasionally took bad news unwell and punished the messenger that brought it to him.

"Or they are no longer among the living," the king said, finishing the man's thoughts. He sighed in annoyance. "Must I do everything myself? I've had to use so much of my mana recently that I've little energy left for even simple spells, but it seems I must tap into my precious reserves to find the truth of this matter."

He began to mutter a quick spell, the arcane tattoos on his arms glowing brighter. A moment later he took a step back, holding his hands before him then spreading them apart. As his hands spread a small shimmering viewing portal was open, showing him the Minotaurs.

The Majordomo gasped when he saw the mighty men all slaughtered, their camp ransacked. Jennenes, however, was not surprised. In his heart he'd known the annoying Nemorvian bandits had somehow slain the powerful mercenaries.

"This makes little sense," he muttered, looking at the corpse-littered encampment. "The rumors said there were only three of the Nemorvians, they should have had no chance against these beastly men even if they have somehow figured out a way to throw off their racial weakness."

"Sire?" the Majordomo suddenly asked, concerned. "Are you... well?"

Jennenes didn't respond at first. He looked clammy and felt shaky while struggling to keep the viewing portal open. Even though his mana stores were so drained it should not have been as trying to keep the simple enchantment open.

"Some power works against me," he said, his voice quivering from the effort of keeping the spell active. He stumbled back, the spell broken. The king looked weak and sick, his face showing the confusion he felt. "I must return to my study," he said, sounding tired. "I must rest and think about what I saw..."