Chapter Nineteen

“...if you must stage these tawdry scenes, kindly do so outside the family home.” A stern, maternal voice stirred Liam from his drowsy state. “I’ve allowed your unorthodox methods, given the promising results. However, do not mistake my leniency for a free pass to disregard our code of conduct, daughter.”

“I’m sorry, ma’am. It was necessary, I assure you. He’s reached a critical juncture and requires careful handling to lead him down the correct path. The physical enhancements are difficult to obfuscate–”

“Justifications won’t excuse your actions, girl. Dixie and Trixie may have capitulated to you, but we both know they never ranked high in the standings. What purpose did collaring them for him serve other than boosting your ego? Such behavior defies the core principles of our primary mission statement.”

Liam sat up, identifying the voices of Miss Lily and his Gabby coming from down the hallway. He was in the infirmary, everything clean and pristine white. Gazing groggily at the spotless linoleum floor, he wondered if the insane encounter with the twins actually happened or if it had been a dream.

“It’s hardly my fault if they can’t control themselves.” Gabby protested. “The alterations of his spermatogenesis are minor, yet encouraging, and I’m living proof that regular ingestion doesn’t–”

“Enough, daughter.” The regal matron cut her off. Liam frowned at her imperious tone. “What’s done is done. I sought you to announce my decision to transfer your bull onto the production line. He cannot be considered a viable candidate until properly weighed and measured.”

“It’s too soon!” His baby girl objected. “Ma, you can’t. Did Ruby say something? That sort of inference right now could be disastrous–”

She was cut off again—this time with a sharp retort of a slap.

Liam shot to his feet–they were shrouded in bandages but that didn’t prevent him from storming out of the infirmary and down the hall to a quaint sitting room. Gabby knelt like a penitent before her stately mother, cradling a reddening cheek.

His blood boiled.

“GET AWAY FROM HER!!” Liam raged, the doorframe splintered when he **** his too-wide shoulders through. “YOU DARE LIFT A HAND TO MY MATE?!”

He should have been intimidating, towering over them in his long johns, all bulging muscles and balled fists. But Miss Lily didn’t bat an eye, glaring at him with disapproval as though he were a child throwing a tantrum. The caramel-haired matriarch’s usual denim-on-denim attire was replaced by a business-like tweed skirt and ruffled rose blouse under a white lab coat.

Gabby gaped at him. Her lab coat buttoned to the neck, protecting her modesty.

“I’ll thank you not to raise your voice in my home, Liam.” Miss Lily spoke authoritatively, crossing her arms beneath that spectacular bosom. “Imagine, a guest acting so ungrateful after accepting a lady’s hospitality.”

His fury faltered in the face of such icy disdain. Like a winter tempest, she chilled him with her overwhelming presence.

“We-we’re leaving… and you better not try stopping us or I–” Liam’s rant stalled when Miss Lily pressed her index finger on the outline of his huge, flaccid cock and began to run her finger slowly up and down its length.

“W-What are y-you doing?” He stammered, still furious. But her feather-light touch scrambled his simplified mind, and pleasant tingles made it more challenging to focus on the reasons for his ill temper.

“What do you mean?” Miss Lily asked, running her delicate digit along Liam’s growing erection, using her thumb to open the front flap of his skivvies. “I believe you were expounding how much my youngest daughter means to you. Pray, continue.”

Liam blinked in sudden confusion. His fiery wrath reduced to smoking ashes in a few short beats.

He had barged in quite rudely, yelling something about Gabby…

A glance at his young lover found her watching them intently, consternation in her expression. She nodded meaningfully, communicating a silent message he couldn’t possibly decrypt.

Especially when her MILF mother freed his throbbing tumescence with the flick of a finger.

“I… I…”

“Not so aggressive now, are we, Mr Bull?” Miss Lily asked, smiling gently. “Anger and **** have no place in polite, civil society. Let go of those destructive impulses. Take a deep breath, then exhale them.”

Liam let out a shuddering sigh when she tickled his underside as Gabby had done earlier but far more deftly. With less than a hair's breadth of skin contact, the matronly belle played him like a concert piano, striking ringing notes that resonated mind-numbing bliss along his ribald ramrod.

The ability to speak abandoned Liam. Nothing mattered but the sensation of that single, clever finger coaxing him towards ecstatic fruition. Everything else was white noise. Distractions. Unimportant compared to this muscle-melting pleasure.

His thoughts scudded like wispy clouds across an empty summer sky. Ephemeral and distant. Out of reach. He hovered on the brink. The world shifted around them. Blindly following the beckoning finger on his cock as though it were a leash, Liam stumbled through dark passages into a brightly lit space.

A line of leaking precum marked the path more explicitly than any trail of breadcrumbs.

“And here we are.” Miss Lily declared proudly, relinquishing her hold on him to gesture about. “The heart of our operation: the milking floor. This is where the real work happens. Isn’t it grand?”

Groaning and squinting, a cavernous, hanger-sized complex swam into perspective. Liam’s endorphin-muddled brain couldn’t compute the blend of high-tech laboratory equipment and industrial machinery attended to by scores of busty mid-western beauties wearing lab coats, surgical gloves, and safety goggles.

Gabby’s so-called “cousins.”

They carried digital tablets, monitoring analyzer read-outs, and stirred solutions in glass beakers under the incandescent lighting. Computer servers hummed next to banks of refrigerators, their glass fronts showing trays of vials and sample jars within.

It was a stark contrast to the simpler ranch life portrayed outside.

Several cousins shepherded a queue of hulking, sleepy farmhands down a metal loading ramp. The men's movements were listless and their faces blank as they were herded into individual stalls outfitted with elaborate mechanical apparatus.

Liam watched dully as they were yoked like cattle in a chute, immobilized as their handlers removed any sleepwear to reveal thick semi-stiff members. These were fitted with strange gel sheathes attached by a clear plastic tube to a pump.

The milking floor wasn’t for cows…

“You’re awfully quiet, Mr Bull.” Miss Lily crooned, tracing a circle around his dilated urethra. “What’s the matter; cat got your tongue?”

Liam didn’t answer.

The massive, muscled bull-man just blinked slowly, stupidly, and stared into empty air with glazed eyes. Saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth, and huge dollops of precum dripped from his bulbous tip. He was fully erect and harder than granite, throbbing under the tender stimulation of Miss Lily’s index finger, which continued to trace his enormous length, constantly teasing.

Liam’s heavy balls likewise pulsed in their leathery sack, eager to release the tremendous quantity of seed they contained. Still, Miss Lily’s expert ministrations kept Liam precisely on the edge of orgasm.

It was quite an astonishing feat; the busty, feminine matriarch effortlessly taming a muscle-bound giant and reducing him to a drooling, horny pet with only the slightest cajoling.

“You stole him away from that smug bitch, excellent.” A raven-haired aphrodite appeared at her side. Covergirl gorgeous, painfully thin, with a stellar rack and an aloof air. “Let’s hook him up, then collect some samples. Blood, hair and semen should be sufficient to uncover whatever devilry she’s fed this poor sap.”

“Now, now, Ruby. I did not expropriate your sister’s buck merely for you to dissect him.” Miss Lily admonished, sucking a fingertip clean. “Rules are rules. I cannot show favor nor interfere without due cause. However, in this circumstance, I am well within my rights to evaluate him as a candidate for prime alpha. You may assist me in this.”

“Prime alpha, this puffed-up shrimp? Don’t make me laugh.”

Liam rumbled discontentedly, blowing steam from flaring nostrils. He didn’t like the younger heifer’s dismissive tone, and his baby girl's absence was unnerving.

Why wasn’t she here?

“Mind your manners, daughter.” Miss Lily warned. “You tangle with a tiger of a different stripe. Quick, secure him in a stall.”

“Yes, Ma’am!”

Warm fingers wrapped around Liam’s shaft again, leading him through the foggy haze. Metal bars clanged and an iron collar locked around his neck. He wanted to struggle–to fight back–but before the instinct could crystalize, something tight and slick engulfed his tumultuous tool.

“That wasn’t so difficult.” Ruby scoffed, “He’s no different from the rest of them. Simply another mindless brute to be drained. Pathetic.”

Incensed, Liam labored against the restraints. Steel warped and twisted with a shriek but held. Women cried out as he shook the stall, rocking the entire cage in its housing.

“Watch your tongue, girl, and hit the pump!”

Machinery whirled and suction pulled at him. Liam slowly subdued when the sheath constricted around his enraged boner, squeezing in a hypnotic rhythm. Shoulders unbunching, he rested in the restraints, letting the pleasure soothe him.

“That’s not a stud. It’s a monster!” Ruby hissed, “Why hasn’t she domesticated it? You can’t allow this to continue, Ma. It’s clearly dangerous.”

“En contraire, daughter, your sister is demonstrating innovation. Something sorely lacking in recent generations.” Miss Lily said, intrigued. “She has the subject well in hand and quality results forgive much. We will proceed with caution. Kindly, do not provoke him again or I will express my displeasure by more physical means.”

“Yes, Ma’am. Sorry, Ma’am.”

The spirited exchange was jibberish to Liam, who slumped against the bars with blood pounding in his ears. Thoughts oozed like treacle, slow and dense and centered around Gabby. Spit dribbled from his chin. Short jets of precum–each eclipsing a typical male load–were slurped up the tube. His testicles thundered yet were denied relief.

Gabby. He needed his baby girl…

“Why isn’t it ejaculating? Livestock that can’t produce is worthless. We should mark this as a failure and be done with it.” Ruby demanded.

In nearby stalls, the farmhands groaned, meeting their quota by filling pint bottles fixed to the milking machines. Lowing like cattle as they came.

“Perhaps he requires a trigger. A wise precaution to prevent poaching.” Miss Lily considered. “Increase the suction. I shall… investigate.”

Liam’s vision was blurry but he still made out the caramel-haired MILF as she approached the stall. Behind her, Ruby fiddled with the pump, cranking a dial with a vicious grin.

He grunted when the pressure on his cock skyrocketed, trying to vacuum the marrow from his bones. A gentle hand caressed his cheek. Miss Lily stood beside the cage, beaming maternal compassion from point-blank range.

“You don’t have to hold back, dear. Mama wants you to feel good. Can you be a good boy for Mama?” She cooed sweetly, popping the top button of her blouse to unveil rich cleavage. Liam’s eyes fell into that ivory valley. “You do, don’t you? Want to make Mama proud of her big, strapping boy? Let it all out, dear. Give Mama every drop of that good boy cum.”

Liam trembled so hard the cage started shaking again. Miss Lily remained unperturbed, popping another button before bending to kiss his sweaty brow, swaying her hefty udders under his nose.

She smelled familiar—wildflowers in spring.

“It’s not working.” Ruby crouched to tap the glass bottle. “Not even a quarter full.”

“Shhh, don’t listen to her. Listen to Mama. She adores you and wants her strong, virile boy to feel good. Can you cum for Mama, dear? Please cum for me. Give Mama your hot, steamy spunk. Cum for me.”

Flashes of Gabby danced through Liam’s sluggish physique. “Cum for me, Daddy!”

A bellow from deep within drowned out the noise of workers and machinery alike. The other bulls flinched in their stalls when Liam unleashed a flood of creamy seed into the cock-strangulating sheath.

Rubber seals ruptured as an unmanageable excess overloaded the pump. Ruby spluttered, toppling backward after catching a faceful of sticky goo. The bottle she’d been inspecting had shattered in a slimy explosion. A river of white gushed from the broken receptacle, over her bare legs and onto the floor.

Liam hips thrust like pneumatic pistons, humping the milking device until, minutes later, his climax finally ebbed to a trickle.

An enterprising cousin had found a bucket to capture the surfeit of spunk while Ruby coughed and spat, scrubbing at her mouth.

Liam felt the fatigue of having just unloaded an unspeakable volume of spunk, but he also felt his head start to clear. The fog of perpetual horniness Miss Lily had kept him in started to withdraw, and he began to think... to question.

Apparently, Miss Lily had no intention of allowing that.

“Good boy. Good boy.” Miss Lily purred at the sluggish bull, a smile splitting those plump lips. “You’ve made Mama very happy. Now...” The woman paused for a second, smile widening.

“Go to sleeeeeeep.” She whispered, dragging the word out sensually.

Liam blinked slowly, feeling his lids growing heavy before snorting and bucking slightly, sensing a fall into slumber would be dangerous. However, Miss Lily was quite experienced in handling big, slow-witted bull studs, no matter how willful. The caramel-haired matriarch reached a nearby shelf and picked up a small spray bottle, spritzing a fine mist into Liam’s face.

The weakly struggling hunk inhaled on instinct... and then relaxed as the scent of wet, fertile pussy began to numb his thoughts.

“That’s right~” Miss Lily purred, misting the air around Liam’s face every so often, keeping him in a cloud of the mixture of weak sedatives and cunt juice. “Just relax, close those pretty eyes of yours, and drift off to sluuuumber. Mama will take care of you.”

“I’m here to take care of you, Daddy.” Liam heard Gabby whispering in his mind as he took another deep breath, his eyes fluttering, barely open. The alluring, feminine fragrance of cunt and Miss Lily’s whispering voice lulled him to rest.

“Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.” Miss Lily hissed, low and rumbling.

With a gusty sigh and one last spurt of cum. Liam closed his eyes. Escaping the strangeness to dreams of his loving baby girl and greener pastures.

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