To Obey
by Fire-Bird
Chapter 59 "Milking Time."
Clarice Basket. Age 42. Wife to Rodney Basket. Mother to four daughters
and one son. Sold to Hackmoore's School. Current occupation: Slave.
She shivers as another bucket of ice cold water was toss onto her body.
As was his habit with buckets Priest tossed it into the corner and
it clanged against the stones before settling down.
Priest had taken a very personal interest in Clarice's well being. He had
decided long ago that she wasn't going to have an easy life and he got up
an hour earlier in the mornings to make her run five miles. Clarice's had
lost most of her fat turning her into the classic hour glass figure. The
hormones tightened her skin and her boobs making them very appealing. Her
muscles were stronger than ever. Endurance was especially high due to all
the long term tortures Priest put her on during the day.
But there was one thing he hadn't been able to break with Clarice.
Her attitude. Every chance she got she fought, spat, screamed, clawed,
yelled, kicked and cursed. She was cuffed with her arms above her head and
her back to the wall. Her pure hated glares at Priest were getting annoying.
"Good morning Clarice. How are we today?"
Priest waited till she finished her cursing. Mostly this meant waiting for
her to take a breath before he forced the gag into her mouth. But today was
different. Today was special, but then Priest decided it wasn't so special
she would go without her gag.
After forcing the cock-gag into her mouth he asked "Today is your wedding
anniversary Clarice. Isn't that nice?"
Clarice didn't answer. Even if she wasn't gagged she still wouldn't have
answered such a ridiculous question. Priest shrugged his shoulders.
"Oh well. No talkies today then. Let's just go for our run shall we."
He pulled the five foot whip from the cupboard. He added vinegar to the
end to make it much more special.
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Doctor Every was already up. In fact he had been up an hour earlier working
on a new experiment. He squeezed some solution from a syringe into a jar.
The liquids combined turning purple. Doctor Every took some breast milk
from a container and allowed a drop to fall from the vial.
He was rewarded with a small mushroom cloud of smoke. The liquid went pure
white.
"Excellent!" he said excitedly.
He scribbled some notes onto a pad and then repeated the experiment.
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Jenny was also up early. Her restful slumber had been rudely awakened by
Dave Andrews and his over-powered vacuum cleaner. On the info-merical it
stated it could lift a bowling ball just from the suction alone.
Jenny bet the manufacturers of the vacuum didn't think it would suck onto
a woman's breast, pull her out of bed and was currently being dragged down
the very long flight of stairs. Somehow she couldn't see any of the house
wives on the commercial raising their hands to demonstrate that.
Jenny's hip bounced off the last stair and she came to a halt. Dark blue
veins stood out from her well over stretched breast. She held onto it to
try and protect it.
"Hands away." said Dave. Jenny caught sight of the horse whip, sobbed for
a second and then let her arms drop to her side.
Pain erupted through her body as the first lash struck her tender boob.
After Forty nine more lashes she was then pulled upstairs with her other
boob stuck to the nozzle of the vacuum cleaner.
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Clarice sat down and raised to arms to allowed Priest to cuff her back to
the wall. Her breathing was strong and her heart rate high but in a few
minutes she'd be back to normal.
Priest stood in the middle of the room. Clarice waited.
"Come in gentlemen." he said.
Clarice watched as three porters entered the room. They grouped around
her and tied her wrists behind her back. It dawned on Clarice that if
Priest needed this much muscle power then she was in for a very bad day.
She was right.
The porters dragged Clarice to the middle of the room. Only then did she
noticed the two lengths of wire handing from the ceiling. Priest took out
two large fishing hooks.
"What's today Priest? A boob job?" snorted Clarice.
"Look at me Clarice." said Priest.
He brought his face in close to hers.
"Don't blink. You don't want to miss me."
Clarice tried to struggle but was still recovering from her run. A porter
held her head as Priest inserted the hooks under her bottom eyelids. The
hooks pierced her eyeballs. She was lifted by the porters so the hooks
could be linked to the wire.
For the next seven hours she stood there on her tip toes.
Priest was true to his word. He was the last thing she ever saw.
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John laughed. He laughed so hard his ribs hurt.
"That's fucking excellent doctor! Fucking A excellent!"
Doctor Every beamed. He always did like approval and praise for his work.
The current headmaster wasn't quite so sure of the whole idea.
"I'm sorry Doctor Every. I don't quite understand. What does this new
formula of yours do?"
The Doctor sat quietly for a few seconds trying to reorganize his thoughts.
"Headmaster. What this formula allows us to do is mass produce breast milk.
As you may or may not know breast milk is extremely high in vitamins,
minerals, whatever. We can get a few redundant slaves and set them up as
cows and we can sell off the milk to health clinics, gyms, etc."
JT smiled. Doctor Every realized he managed to get the message through.
John patted the Doctor on the back.
"When can we start Doc?" he asked.
"Give me five slaves to run a couple of tests and if they're successful
then we can be operational within a month."
"Done. Grab four of the squatter girls and also Clarice Basket."
"Thank you John. JT." said Doctor Every as he stood up and shook both
their hands. The Doctor paused before he got to the door.
"John. A question. Isn't Priest looking after Clarice these days?"
"Yeah I think so. But just let him know play time is over. Slaves are here
to work and to serve. Not play."
The Doctor nodded and left the room.
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Priest watched as Clarice tip toed around. He sat in the corner not making
a sound. Clarice wimpered a lot as small streams of blood and vitreous
fluid dribbled out and down her cheeks from the puncture wounds in her eyes.
Priest smiled. He pulled back his long sleeve and inspected the ring that
John will give to Ivy next week. It was a simple gold band but it had an
inscription on it. John had asked for it especially. Priest read the Latin
phrase and nearly laughed out loud.
He looked up as Doctor Every and a porter entered the room.
"Sorry Priest. I have need of Clarice." said the Doctor.
The Priest shrugged. "Not if she needs to find a needle in a haystack
I'm afraid my good Doctor."
Doctor Every frowned and then walked over to Clarice. He saw the hooks
and just shook his head. He waved his hand to the porter to remove the
hooks and take her to his office.
"She doesn't need to see. Good day Priest."
The door closed. Priest waited a few seconds while the rage within him
started to boil over.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he yelled. He stormed off to find John in the
headmaster's office.
"Hi Priest. What's up?" asked John.
"Lost my play toy John. Hoping you have something else to keep me busy."
replied Priest.
"Did you damage her Priest?"
"What's a little blindness between a slave and me."
"That's the problem Priest. You do unacceptable damage to my goods."
Priest shrugged his shoulders like a school boy. "I just gotta be me."
John nodded. "I know. That's why I wanted you here at the school. There
is a squatter downstairs called Gemma. Take her. One condition. No
damage else she's the last."
Priest nodded. "Thanks Gov."
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Doctor Every pushed the six inch needle into Clarice's nipple. Clarice
screamed into her gag as the Doctor pushed and pulled the needle in and
out. When the half litre of solution was pumped in he sat back and watched.
Nurse Luxe stood at his side.
"What should happen Doctor?" she asked.
"Ssshh .. you'll see in about ten seconds."
Nurse Luxe giggled as Clarice's tits began to swell. They got bigger and
bigger. After two minutes her breasts were the size of basketballs and
were still going.
Clarice continued to scream into her gag. Small white bandages covered
her eyes.
Nurse Luxe went and got the Doctor a cup of tea. She held the cup for him
while he watched the slave's tits. They were now the size of medium sized
beach balls. Stretch marks appeared along Clarice's breasts. Her nipples
had lengthened also.
The Doctor took the nipple and squeezed it like one would milk a cow. He
was rewarded with a spray of milk. He pumped a couple of times to put it
into his cup of tea. Then he drank it.
"Lovely. Just lovely."
Clarice didn't stop screaming once.
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