The Milk b***h Trilogy

Chapter Seven-1

Chapter Seven

Medical Laboratories was the oldest building in the Medical Research Centre. When visitors turned the corner past the shining steel and glass administrative buildings flanking the Centre’s entrance they were startled to find, dead in the facility’s heart, the Laboratory’s arcane facade.

The beautiful old ‘Lab’ looked far more like a medieval castle with twin guard towers than a laboratory. Its variegated stone surface appeared from a distance deep grey but as one approached separated into veins of colour ranging from sparkling silver to dark purple. The graceful curving front staircase ascended to ornate leaded glass and iron mesh doors standing ceremonious guard behind the expansive top landing. However the building’s beauty ended one step further, right inside those doors.

Ward stopped Gina in the dim lobby so his eyes could adjust to the light. Empty grey corridors spread out around them in all directions. The greyness accentuated the two-dimensionality of Gina’s experience. Since she realized she could not fight him, her actions had become so simple. She simply did what he told her to. Now she followed him docilely, without will, like through the thickness of a dream.

Small, strange glimpses of herself passed across her vision. She saw that her surrender had somehow transformed her personality. Some part of her had truly become his brood b***h. A fractured thought flitted into her mind: Maybe the animal that had emerged was something primal already buried deep within her … just as Ward had told her.

Ward bent to examine a piece of paper in his hand, then snapped Gina’s lead into the ring at her throat and led her down the ancient staircase at the lobby’s back. She didn’t wait for a tug on the long strip of leather and the pain of the “training” chain constricting around her throat and biting into the skin. She stayed close behind him even though she had to take many quick tiny steps – almost to run – in her five inch heels.

The basement was even more stark and bleak than the first floor. As Gina followed him into one hallway after another, Ward peered at bare locked doorways cut crudely into raw walls. The numbers on the doors didn’t seem to be in any logical sequence. Noises could be heard through some of the doors. At last he chose one and knocked.

The door opened, flooding the hallway with light. Beyond was a tiny room filled with whirring and grinding machinery. In the entry stood a man whose young face rose above an underdeveloped concave chest and a tall, thin, stooped-shouldered frame. “Excuse me,” Ward stepped forward holding the slip of paper. “Can you direct me to room B-100?”

The man glanced at the paper but then quickly looked away, to Gina. His eyes widened as they swept her body beginning at her black high-heeled sandals up her long legs to the black miniskirt straining across her hips. But soon the eyes lodged for good on Gina’s n*****s, clearly exposed under her sheer, low cut blouse.

Despite his restrained and polite manner, Gina could see sinister machinations to which the man was utterly oblivious flicker in Ward’s eyes. She observed with detachment, neither surprised nor even offended, but with certain knowledge. She was sure Ward had already thought of several complex, horrible and no doubt disgusting methods to use her to fulfil the man’s darkest desires. Gina knew that if they had not been on the way to the appointment, he would have taken great amusement in offering her to the gawky, certainly inept and possibly even virginal man for his examination and use.

Instead, however, Ward contented himself with tightening his grip on Gina’s lead. She could only prevent choking if she leaned forward, thus giving the man a more complete view of her swollen breasts. The man’s eyes almost popped from their sockets. She could see his prominent Adam’s apple bob in his throat as he gulped for air. “Ww-whhat?”

“Could you please direct me to room B-100?” Ward repeated.

“Dd-down the hall, turn right and it’s at the back, the last door on the left.”

“Thank you.” Ward handed the man a card. The man stood in the hall staring first at the card and then at Gina’s diminishing hindquarters until they turned out of sight.

Room B-100 was hidden in the farthest corner of the Lab’s basement. Nothing distinguished it except a small buzzer beside the door, which Ward pressed. A minute or so later the door was opened by a young man wearing a white lab coat. Gina stared.

The man was stunningly handsome. A full, red sensual mouth was in startling contrast to his angular Nordic features. His silver blond hair was meticulously cut around high cheekbones. Long lush eyelashes, so pale they were almost white, framed exquisite blue eyes that were exotic and slightly almond shaped as if one of his ancestors had long ago crossed from China into northern Europe. Yet his eyes were as icy and merciless as an artic sky.

“Master Ward?” he inquired politely. “I’m John, Dr. Roland’s assistant. Dr. Roland is waiting for you in his office.” He glanced across at Gina’s breasts and then smiled malevolently at Ward. “Please follow me.”

John led them across a sparsely furnished institutional waiting room and knocked on a closed door. When a deep voice from within said ‘Enter’ he ushered them into a large, elegant office. Dark wooden bookcases overflowing with books covered the walls. A large, soft man with thinning white hair and a stern patrician face sat behind a massive mahogany Queen Anne desk. “Good morning,” he said motioning them to a large burgundy leather sofa standing on a Persian carpet in front of the desk. “How can I help you?”

“Kneel, b***h,” Ward ordered, “in front of the doctor.” For just a second, Gina glanced into Ward’s intransigent face. Then she bent her head and lowered herself between the sofa and the desk, her bulbous breasts directly below the doctor’s face.

“As I told your assistant when I made the appointment,” Ward settled into the deep sofa, “I’ve realized for some time that my brood b***h, Gina, needs to produce milk. However the matter is now urgent.” Gina quickly looked upward, startled. This was new information about Ward’s plans. “I have a very special guest coming to tea in several weeks and I must serve him properly. I understand you’re an expert in this field.”

“Well, Sir, in actuality we’re primarily concerned with the quality of the milk. Have you given any thought to the milk’s quality?” Dr. Roland asked.

“No, just how to make the milk flow most quickly.”

The doctor nodded. “Although producing milk is not our primary concern, we’ve learned to generate it quickly and efficiently. I’ll be happy to help you … if she can participate in our study once she does produce milk.”

“I’m eager to broaden Gina’s abilities and value,” Ward replied. “You’ll have to give me the details but I imagine her participation would be welcome.”

Dr. Roland smiled pleasantly. “Good. Then, let’s proceed. We first must give her a comprehensive examination to determine if her milk glands and other related organs are healthy and actually capable of performing this function. Shall we move into the examination room? John …”

John pressed his palm against a piece of trim on the bookcase behind him. A section of the books swung inward exposing a large, brightly lit room beyond. He motioned Ward and Gina through, then followed Dr. Roland into the room and locked the door behind him.

The room was windowless and austere with white cupboards, counters and sinks along the walls and a pale linoleum floor. In the centre was a green physician’s examination table with a movable headpiece at one end and gynaecological stirrups at the other. A bright light hung above and machines, both on wheels on the floor and suspended from the ceiling by long mechanical arms, flanked it on all sides.

John handed Ward a hospital gown. “Have her put on the gown and lie on her back on the table.”

Ward turned to Gina. “Take off your clothes.” Without any hesitation, Gina undressed and climbed onto the table. She lay staring up at the bright light and the equipment around her. Little fissures of dread inched into the numbness encasing her.

Dr. Roland opened Gina’s gown and tightened a thick black leather strap around her arms and bare torso at waist level. “The gown allows our more modest subjects to feel some modicum of safety but really,” the doctor smiled slyly, “it’s only to catch any extruded fluids.” He spread Gina’s legs, placed her feet in the stirrups then strapped her ankles to the poles holding the stirrups in place. He wrapped wide black belts hanging from either side of the table around each leg above the knee, tightening until her legs were immobilized and spread as far as physically possible.

“John, please assist me.” John snapped two short straps on the sides of the headrest to the D-rings on Gina’s collar. Gina squirmed anxiously, just a little so the men wouldn’t notice, against the straps holding her tight to the table to test the limits of the restraints. John looked down at her and Gina’s anxiety froze instantly into sickening bone-chilling fear. His smile was so knowing, so eager and filled with evil. She knew John would hurt her badly if he could and would enjoy it. She wanted to look away from those horrible eyes but could no longer turn her head.

John raised his hand to the instruments overhead and brought into her field of vision a device made of a complex assembly of rounded and flattened steel bars and hinges padded in a few places by rubber. He began to slide the device over her head.

Gina was terrified. She wanted to scream but was afraid of Ward’s response. She started to call urgently to Ward and found she couldn’t bring herself to speak his name. To use his name in this environment seemed inappropriate. Instead she cried, “Daddy! Daddy!”

Ward moved to her side and looked down at her with approval. “Yes, Gina?” Gina could see him looking at John and the device in his hands.

She looked up at him imploringly, “I’m afraid!”

Ward bent close. He spoke quietly into her ear, caressing its delicate shell with his mouth. “You’re just going to have to lie there and take it, b***h. You’re here to serve Daddy’s purposes so you will obey Dr. Roland …” Gina’s heart clenched in her chest. “… and John.”

John slid the metal framework over Gina’s head. He pushed two flat pieces of steel, each covered on one side by a strip of rubber, far back between her teeth. As he adjusted knobs at the corners of her mouth, the metal pieces ratcheted apart forcing her mouth open. After many ghastly minutes of adjustments her head was firmly trapped in the steel cage.

Again John brought his hand into Gina’s field of vision. Now it held a small black box covered with buttons. His lips curled in a hideous smile and he pushed a button. Her head in the cage and the headrest all turned to the left. He pushed another button. Everything turned to the right. While Gina lay trembling helplessly on the table John pushed one button after another. Gina tried to resist but the device was too strong. Her head moved uncontrollably, side-to-side, up and down and her mouth opened and closed.

Just as the first large tears rolled down her cheeks and pooled on the metal bars, John stopped.

“Now let’s have a look.” Dr. Roland ran his latex covered hands over the inside of her milky thighs. His eyes glittered diabolically. “Really quite lovely, Sir. I may perform some of the more rigorous tests myself.” Out of the corner of her eye, Gina caught Daddy’s surreptitious smile. “Yes, we’d much appreciate having her at our research facility. We really must work hard to stimulate her milk production. I can imagine we might get some nice thick cream from this one.”

Dr. Roland hefted one of Gina’s heavy glands in his hands then rolled it between them. Gina was still cold with fear but she felt her body relax a little. “Of course size does not correlate to quantity. Still, here we have plenty of milk ducts.” Curious little rushes of pleasure ran through Gina’s n*****s as he pulled each one as far toward him as it would go. “These must, of course, be reshaped to fit the milking machine but I can see that should be no problem.”

Next to the examining table John rolled a big cabinet with four screens in its face and a device resembling an EKG machine with a paper feeder on its top. From a group of odd-shaped metal objects in clear sterile wrappings lying on the paper, John removed two large breast-shaped steel cups with holes at their centres. He attached the thick coiled electrical cord hanging from each bag to the machine’s console and handed one bag across Gina’s body to Dr. Roland.