7. The Milkmaids
It must be the sea air - Last night Jessica slept well yet again. She woke only
because of the general morning commotion in the cabin. She rose and went with
Kelly to the same water spout as she did yesterday. Their pairing formed simply
because they were the last to rise in the mornings.
When Jessica and Kelly returned, Sumi was back with them for breakfast, tired
and hungry from her night chained to the post, and glad to be rid of that big
red ball in mouth. She accepted the bunnies' sympathies with grace but made
light the whole episode. They had all been through similar torments before,
although maybe not her encounter with Kurt, she hoped. He was such a bastard,
making love to her so sweetly before hanging her up for the night, she thought.
Ray, the blonde Australian, was on breakfast duty again, so everybody was in
good humour. He'd heard the good news about Jessica's new collar and chain, and
was delighted to see the four slim backs of Jessica, Kate, Juliette and Kelly
all with the chrome chains running down their spines from collar to cuffs.
He tugged on Jessica's chain. "Stand up bunny."
She stood and faced him. "Nice collar. Did you know you were born to wear a
collar like that?"
Oh, the embarrassment! She hated herself for smiling at him, so obviously
flattered.
"Now, hold still while I inspect the collar to make sure it's not damaging the
skin."
He pulled the collar away from her skin all the way round while rubbing in a
little Vaseline as he went. No problem so far, but the Masters always check the
collars in the first few days. He patted her bottom and told her to sit down.
Breakfast today was grapefruit segments from their own orchard followed by
kedgeree; a rice and fish recipe.
After breakfast it was time for the Maria and Rachel to be milked. Jessica was
pleased to discover that she was permitted to go with them. A hundred yards
along the beach near where they play football they found Pedro waiting for them
in the usual place. He was sitting on the ground leaning against a tree and
reading a magazine. By the way, reader, it was Pedro that set Sumi free earlier.
"You've come to watch?", he said to Jessica. He didn't mind the occasional
visitor providing they behaved themselves.
Maria and Rachel sat down at adjacent trees. They crossed their legs in front of
them, yoga style. Pedro gestured for Jessica to do likewise against a tree
facing them. He went to Rachel first, wrapped a thick belt around her ankles a
couple of times, and buckled it tightly. Maria and Jessica were treated
likewise, then Pedro returned to Rachel.
She was already leaning forward waiting for him, her ripe breasts pushing down
on her crossed legs. Pedro stood over her and placed a trainer-clad foot
carefully on her back as if to tie a lace, but instead unlocked one of her
cuffs. He kept his foot pushed down on Rachel's back until she had refastened
her own cuffs together in front of her. Then she raised herself back upright and
lifted her hands above her head against the tree. Next to her handcuffs was an
eye-bolt fixed into the tree. Pedro padlocked her handcuffs to it. He repeated
the same method on Maria and then Jessica.
Jessica found out later that Pedro's foot pressing down on her back was a
standard procedure: Whenever handcuffs were removed, even temporarily, the
bunnies should be face down on the ground to discourage escape attempts. Rules
were rules and Pedro always followed them.
Jessica felt pleased not having her hands behind her back. She now considered
having hands locked above her head a relative luxury! That was a fringe benefit
the milkmaids had every day!
Pedro was attending to Rachel again. It was time to remove the nipple covers. He
used a pair of wire cutters to clip the joined wire below her metal covered
nipple and very slowly pulled out the wire. A slightly pained expression on
appeared on Rachel's face. Once the wires and covers were removed from both
nipples her expression changed to one of relief and anticipation. Maria's nipple
covers were removed in the same manner. Pedro then wiped their nipples with a
mild antiseptic and dropped the nipple covers into a sterilising solution.
Next came the milking. He used a well-known commercially available breast pump.
He thought his would have been a great endorsement for the product. "As
recommended by top human milker, Pedro Garcia."
He had the top of the range model, fully portable, with DC adaptor, variable
speed control and 'handy carrying case'. He placed the pump alongside of Rachel,
switched it on, gave the nipples a good pinch before attaching the suction cups
to her nipples. Within seconds the precious white fluid was trickling down the
plastic tubes into a clear plastic pouch that rested in front of her sex. While
Rachel was happily giving up her milk Pedro repeated the process with Maria. As
usual Maria's breasts needed a bit of stroking and squeezing from Pedro before
the milk came. He was always happy to oblige.
Jessica was looking across at the two contented milkmaids, eyes closed, milk
oozing gently from their round breasts. Watching them was making her feel quite
agitated, in a pleasant way! She could almost feel her own breasts acting in
sympathy with theirs. She desperately wanted to touch herself and knew that if
she wasn't so well secured she would be doing so. This could be embarrassing,
she thought.
Pedro had sat down at the same place as before and continued to flick through
his magazine. Jessica couldn't help noticing it was a baseball magazine. Maybe a
chance to distract herself!
"How are the Met's doing?", she enquired.
"They're going good. Four games ahead at the top of the conference."
"Fantastic". She tried to think of her beloved New York Met's as a way to keep
her juices in check.
Shortly after a man arrived. It was Master Alex, a man of some importance on the
island. A man who inspired devotion and loyalty from the staff, someone who knew
that respect has to be earned. Someone who knew every female on the island.
Intimately!
Even though he was dressed in the similar casual fashion to the other men, there
was something in his attitude that gave the impression of authority. A lean and
fit fifty year old with a handsome face, steel grey eyes, and a distinguished
receding hairline. Pedro was respectful to him and yet pleased, even honoured,
to be visited by him while he worked.
Master Alex turned his attention to Rachel. His hand touching her face. She
smiled and rubbed her cheek against it like an affectionate cat and then she
kissed his palm.
"Look's like she's milking well", he called out to Pedro, staring down at the
milky pipes.
"Yes, a very reliable yield and she's a fast and easy milker too." They knew how
to flatter a woman!
"Bunny Maria, how are you today?", he said bending down to kiss the hair on top
of her head.
"I'm good, Master Alex", she replied with a sunny smile.
Noticing the slowness in her milk flow he gave her breasts a tender massage, and
got the milk flow to increase.
"Thank you, Master Alex", Maria said.
Then he turned to Jessica.
"A Met's fan.", Pedro reported sorrowfully to Master Alex.
He tutted. "Such a waste. To spend your whole life as a Met's fan. Can you
imagine?" He looked down at her, pitying the Met's fan, not the chained-up
kidnapped girl. The man knew how to tease. He crouched down in front her. "Bunny
jessica. You are even more beautiful than they said. If you are interested, I
think you have the makings of a fine milkmaid, although I bow to Pedro's greater
expertise on these...err....points!"
She followed his eyes to her erect nipples, and felt herself blushing. Never had
anyone disarmed her so quickly!
Master Alex departed cheerily. Today he would inspect the whole island
travelling around 12 miles on foot, and hoped to catch a lift from a ponygirl
driver for the final leg back to the Lodge.
Twenty minutes later and following some more attention from Pedro's hands,
Rachel and Maria each had a small bag of their own milk nestling between their
pussies and their bound ankles. Pedro removed the equipment and put the milk
sacks away in a chilled pouch while their breasts enjoyed ten minutes to recover
in the open air.
Then Pedro refitted the nipple covers, a wire carefully placed through the now
very sensitive nipple, twisted together beneath it. Pedro had a little crimping
machine which he used to fix the wires into the tiny metal clip. Then he snipped
the excess wire with his wire clippers. The job was done for another day. Pedro
was happy. Rachel and Maria were happy. Jessica was confused.
Ray then had to reverse his routine with the cuffs. Minutes later they were
cuffed hands-behind and heading back to the cabin. Jessica knew that Rachel
couldn't wait to tell the others how horny the new bunny got while watching the
milking!
***
Meanwhile Kate was on her knees, buttocks resting comfortably on her heels. Her
collar was attached to the old whipping post by a short chain. She was licking
her lips after Ray had removed her ring-gag. Does he still not trust me? she
thought, feeling slightly offended. Ray was zipping up his shorts, a contented
man.
Pedro arrived shortly after and handed Ray the milk with his usual instructions.
They both set off in different directions, leaving Kate still attached to the
post, by a simple clip that any bunny but her could undo.
Kate sat kneeling at the post and looking serenely out at the ocean. She had no
pressing appointments to worry about and was happy to sit, contentedly soaking
up the sun until she was discovered. It was Jessica that stumbled across her
twenty minutes later.
Kate had been unable to do anything about a small splash of Ray's semen across
her breast. If she could persuade Jessica to lick it off, then that would be
just perfect, she thought to herself!
to be continued...
