Chapter 4 - cyndy capitulates

Nadine nods, and positions herself between Cyndy's restrained legs, lewdly spread open by the stirrups, and begins to rub her smooth and taught thighs as Cyndy lays back and closes her eyes. The small Arab girl moves her hands in large circles over Cyndy's legs, trying to sooth the tension in her muscles and coach her to relax into sensations of pleasure.

As she fondles Sophie's thighs her eyes are drawn to her pussy, previously a fine line drawn between her legs, the lips have begun to separate, her inner folds beginning to swell with arousal, tiny beads of moisture gathering along the cleft of her sex.

Nadine parts Cyndy's lips, rubbing from the base of her cleft upwards towards her clit, massaging the folds of her inner and outer lips as she does. The sensations causes her to make a sharp intake of breath and try to draw up her body in a vain attempt to avoid my ministrations, but as her conscious mind reasserts itself she settles her body back down into the chair, using what little movement she has to push her vagina downward towards Nadine's hands as she settles her head back into the chair, closing her eyes and trying to fight her body's instinct to resist.

Nadine massages her palms on Cyndy's inner thighs in large round movements, teasing the edges of her pussy with her fingers on each revolution and watching her slowly allowing her body to surrender to the sensations of arousal and pleasure that she is feeling.

As the circles of her hands drift closer to the mound of Cyndy's vulva, Nadine's fingers now caress her lips lightly with each circuit of her inner thighs. Cyndy's back arches tightly within her bonds, pushing her now erect nipples upwards and her pussy down towards Nadine's hands in a motion of frustrated desire. Her eyes remain closed, and Nadine decides to increase the stimulation as her fingers close on her outer lips, gently separating them, then closing them again in slow circles of her mons. Cyndy's breathing has quickened, and her hips are now bucking rhythmically against Nadine's fingers with the small degree of motion that the chair allows her.

Suddenly Nadine's face is pressed into her mound, her hands parting Cyndy's labia and her lips pressed against hers. Nadine's open mouth caressing Cyndy's soft folds and her tongue explores her intimate creases.

Nadine's hands reach behind her to grab and massage the cheeks of Cyndy's buttocks, as the captive wriggles, helplessly torn between a struggle to escape the relentless sensation and her body's growing need for satiation. She begins to moan wordlessly, her hands desperately clenching and unclenching in their restraints as her animal instincts overwhelm her conscious thoughts. Her moans have increased in volume, and she begins to cry "Yes! Yes!" as Nadine's tongue finds its focus on her engorged clitoris, licking it with a relentless gentle pressure that she cannot escape.

Suddenly the girl explodes, wracked with pleasure, as Nadine continues to lick her clit even as the girl thrashes wildly with the sensations of release. As her bucking and writhing slows, Nadine steps back, admiring the defeated and sated girl as her breathing calms, and she lies helpless in the afterglow of her orgasm.

"Thank you Nadine, that was well done. Can you please take Cyndy to the Harem, and introduce her to the concubine mistress while I finish attending to Hannah? When you're done please ash Heidi to come and pick Hannah up to take her to the farm."

Nadine nods demurely, and begins to untie Cyndy, helping the shaking girl off the chair and offering her a robe before escorting the shell-shocked an compliant girl out of the room.

John then turns his attention back to Hannah, who has been gently writhing in a fog of pleasure and frustration for the last 20 minutes. Without ceremony he takes a small syringe and injects the girl in the arm. Almost immediately Hannah's body collapses limp and unconscious into the chair while John begins to collect instruments and materials from the small room.

When Hannah awakes she is in a different place, lying on a soft, comfortable bed with fresh linen. As she comes around she notices that she is wearing light cotton pajamas, and that she feels exhausted, and aches softly throughout her body. As her eyes begin to focus she sees a young woman standing over her. The woman is wearing an embroidered green dress with a ruffled white blouse, but low to show off a large bosom and cleavage. The woman smiles, and, introduces herself to Hannah as Heidi.

"Welcome to the farm!" She says, her smile framed by two blonde pigtails. "I'm the head milkmaid here, and I'll be looking after you until your training is complete."

"Milkmaid? Farm?" Stammers Hannah, her head still a little cloudy.

"That's right - the Prince keeps a small dairy herd here, and a couple of milkmaids, both for entertainment and to produce fresh milk. Sometimes he breeds the cows too. For the most part we're left to our own devices, but sometimes we entertain guests at the farm."

"That doesn't sound too bad." Mutters Hannah.

"It's not - I think you're going to like your new life. Now, let's get you up, and give you something to eat." While Hannah gets out of bed and tries to shake the confusion from her head, Heidi brings a large bowl of porridge and sets it down on a small table. Sitting herself on one side, she motions for Hannah to sit down. As she does so, she looks down, noticing for the first time that her breasts, never small, feel larger, more pendulous. Taking them in her hands she gasps at the sensation, looking down the top of her pajama top at the greatly swollen breasts.

Noticing the girl's shock, Heidi comments "Oh Hannah - did they not tell you? Everyone here gets larger breasts! They look just great on you - to be honest, I think they put hormones in the food so that they keep on growing - I just adore mine!"

Hannah runs her hands over the rest of her body, letting her breasts hang free again, and wondering whether it is her imagination, or her thighs feel thicker, and her belly just a little rounder. Unsure, and suddenly realizing that she is ravenously hungry, she tucks into the porridge, the sweet and creamy cereal giving her a comforting feeling of fullness as she polishes off the large bowl. Heidi smiles, and takes away the bowl, as Hannah struggles to focus her mind on her new situation. The farm sounds nice, she thinks, and her breasts do feel good, although they ache slightly. She begins almost subconsciously to massage them with her hands. Heidi smiles as she notices this.

"Do your breasts ache, Hannah?"

"They do a bit - I thought it would get better, but it's getting worse - they feel swollen and sore."

"Do you feel any other sensations in your body Hannah? Please don't be embarrassed, it's important to be honest." Asks the milkmaid, her voice kindly with concern.

"Actually, I do." Hannah blushes, her cheeks burning with shame, but stammers out "Erm, yes, actually, my. Erm, I feel, well, my pussy, it feels, really really aroused."

Heidi nods in understanding. "Hannah, I can help you with the way you feel, but you have to trust me - ok?" Hannah nods, her discomfort in her breasts starting to turn to acute pain, and her embarrassment at the wet patch in her pajamas and the musky scent from her engorged vulva filling her nose.

Heidi gestures for Hannah to follow her, and leaves the room, entering a large room with a high roof and concrete floor. The room is filled with several identical machines with complicated arrangements of hoses. Hannah's pain grows, and she begins to massage her pendulous breasts again, trying to gain relief from the feeling of over-fullness.

"I need you to bend over this bench, Hannah, says the milkmaid, indicating one of the machines. The machine will massage your breasts, and make you feel better." Her logical mind still not able to fully penetrate the fog of confusion, Hannah kneels down, laying her abdomen onto the padded bench, and letting her breasts hand down over the end as Heidi places a strap around her hips, holding her body in place. Hannah feels a sudden forceful suction as two powerful suction cups are attached to her breasts, pulling her nipples sharply to attention as they start to slowly suck, then release, suck, then release, massaging her breasts in a way that feels at once painful, warmly erotic, and deeply comforting.

"Oh!" She cries out. "What are you doing?"

"I've hooked you up to one of our milking machines. I'm afraid it's the only way to get release from what's happening to your body. I suspected this might happen when I first saw you, but I didn't know for sure until just now. It can happen to any one of us at any time, the Prince thinks it's funny to keep the possibility hanging over all of us. Every once in a while one of the milkmaid will be administered the drug that begins the transition. It's worse when they've been here a while, because they know what's coming."

Hannah is barely listening as the machine works her breasts, vigorously pumping her now purple nipples, sucking her teats into the cups. Her mind is flooded with sensations, her body telling her that this is the most natural and most fulfilling feeling in the world, warmth and arousal flowing through her body as her hips begin to buck, her sopping pussy dripping with lubrication.

Hannah moans wordlessly, thrusting her pelvis uselessly, and Heidi, noticing this, pulls a large dildo into place on the bench, positioning it an inch or two behind Hannah's glistening sex. "Hannah, if you need it there is a dildo behind you, it's up to you. If you use it, the transition will go faster. Some girls seem to find that easier. I'm also going to connect your feeding tube, milking takes it out of you and you'll want to replace lost fluids."