Mary and Amanda

"Oh fuck! I'm cumming again! Turn it off. Please, turn it off."

Amanda hit the off switch on her milking tables control panel that stopped the motors on her Hucow milking machine. June unstrapped her friend Roberta from Amanda's milking table while Mary helped Amanda disconnect the machines from Roberta. The replica of Caleb's cock made a funny noise as it was removed from Roberta's abused pussy.

"Holy shit! I thought I was going to have a heart attack. Amanda, that was amazing. Thank you so much for letting me try it. I've got to get me one of these."

Roberta's daughter Connie lifted one of the milk collection canisters and said, "Wow Mom. You've never produced this much before."

Amanda held her hands out for the canister so she could put it in the mini fridge by her bed. "It's the orgasms. The more you have, and the bigger they are, the more milk you will produce. It doesn't work that way for normal humans, but we hucows are special. You're welcome to have a go next if you'd like Connie."

Connie suddenly looked nervous and said, "Um, I don't know. I, um... Maybe next time we come over."

June sighed, "Connie dear, there is absolutely nothing wrong with being a hucow. You trusted your husband enough to tell him, and he didn't break up with you like you were afraid he would."

Connie crossed her arms and said, "If there is nothing wrong with what I am, then why hasn't the Stretcher King claimed Amanda? He has a hudog and a hubunny in his harem, and he even has a hucat he is going to claim. So why not Amanda? She's the Harem Queen's pet yet even though he bred her, he hasn't shown any inclination to claim her."

Mary hugged the young newlywed and said, "Yes, Amanda is my daughter's pet. And yes again, he hasn't claimed her yet, but he will. Amanda is not just my roommate. We are quickly becoming lovers."

June joined the hug and said, "I know my son Connie. Amanda may not be in the harem yet, but that is only because he has a lot on his plate right now. He simply hasn't had time to claim her. Being a hucow is beautiful. You are beautiful. Kathy, our Harem Queen, loves hucows so much she wanted to be one. Do you really think her mother's girlfriend isn't going to join the harem?"

Amanda joined the hug, pulling Roberta into it. "Connie, I might not be in the harem yet, but Caleb is my bull. He promised to breed me as often as I like, and he’s given me permission to form a dairy herd. I’d love if you and your mother joined it. And Mary, I guess it's official now. I would have liked to have been asked, but if the Holy Mother says we are girlfriends, I guess we have to be."

Mary laughed, "Amanda, will you be my girlfriend?"

Amanda pulled Mary toward her milking table and said, "Yes, yes I will. Now, it's your turn on the table. Don't worry, I'll turn the suction down all the way. I want to show Connie that even normies can enjoy it. Do you want to be strapped down, or leave you free to move?"

Mary lay down on the padded table, her tits dangling through the holes cut into it for that purpose. She put her knees on the padded rests and rested her face on the circular pillow at the top. It looked like she was kneeling bent over a modified massage table if you removed the straps and attachments.

"Strap me down honey. I don't want you to let me up till my boobs are empty. But go slow with the fucking machine. I don't want my kitty too sore to join the orgy in the bomb shelter later."

After strapping her down and putting the suckers on Mary's nipples, Amanda shifting the knee rests to spread Mary's legs. Amanda then rotated the fucking machine into position with the cock tip just barely inside Mary's kitty. She rubbed breeding lubricant along the shaft of the replica cock and turned most of the settings down on the control board.

"Here we go Mary. Let me know if you need any adjustments."

Amanda hit the switches to power the machines on. Mary moaned as her nipples felt the wonderful suction she was growing to love, and the copy of Caleb's huge cock sliding all the way inside her, then back out again.

Connie stepped beside Amanda and asked, "Can you show me how it works?"

Amanda grinned. Connie might not want to shift form and show the world what she is, but no hucow could deny the desire to be milked. This close, Amanda's sensitive nose could pick up both the smell of Connie's milk, as well as her dampening panties. "Sure thing. Normally the control panel would be under the table on that shelf, so that I can control it myself when I'm on it. But I moved it to the side panel since Mary and the other harem members started milking me. I love to be strapped down, but I couldn't do it by myself. Now that I have the harem to be my milkmaids, I can get properly milked. I have some proper chains and collars for the table too, but Mary prefers the leather straps. Normies don't usually go for the real strong stuff because they can be uncomfortable. When I cum really hard, I sometimes break a strap or two. Next time you and your mom come over, I'll have all the attachments on, and we can do a through job of milking your mom. I've got skin scrubbers, breast massagers, oil applicators, and I even have an anal attachment for the fucking machine. It can thrust at the same time as the vaginal dildo or alternate and saw on your holes. We could also swing the fucking machine out of the way if she wants someone to use a strap-on on her."

Amanda pointed to each control in turn as she explained, "Now, this knob controls the speed of the nipple suckers. We'll leave that up high till Mary's milk fully lets down and we get a good flow. This knob here controls the suction strength. Always start with it turned all the way down. This will help encourage your milk to let down. If you look at the sucker cups, Mary is producing a good let down now. Ok, Mary, I'm going to turn the suction up a bit and slow the pumps down. Let me know if you start getting uncomfortable."

She made some adjustments as she said, "Most normies can't handle more than a two or three on the suction strength, I usually go with a six, but I've gone as high as a nine when I'm engorged or in a hurry. When you slow the sucker speed, watch the collection tubes. You want a good steady flow in each one. See how her nipples get pulled into the cones and her milk sprays on each suck. That's perfect for the strength, too much and we would start to hurt her nipples. Now we just need to adjust the speed. The slower the speed, the more milk comes out in each suck. Too fast and it takes forever to drain the boobs, too slow and it can cause hickeys and sore nipples. You good Mary, or can I slow it down a bit more?"

"That's perfect hon. You could turn the fucking machine up a little faster though.”

Amanda turned the speed of the dildo up a notch and said, “You want me to slide the clit vibrator into place, or stick with just the dildo?”

Mary began to moan, “Just… Just the dildo. Whoo. Damn that’s nice. Go up one in the suction strength. I think I can handle it.”

Mary let out an ‘Eeep’ when Amanda turned up the suction strength and she strained against the straps a bit but didn’t complain.

The four women in the room watched and chatted as Mary was milked and fucked through several orgasms before her tits were drained. As they eased the exhausted woman off the table, Connie gasped at the redness and swollen size of Mary's nipples. Connie had never been milked by machine, only hand expressed. She knew that the machines were better for you, since they more closely functioned like a real baby would, and Mary's swollen nipples were common for several hours after a proper milking.

Connie bit her lip, her instincts at war with her self-image, “Um, Amanda, can I um, can I have a turn?”

Amanda smiled brightly. No hucow could resist the desire to be milked.

As Amanda strapped Connie down, June asked, “Amanda, you mentioned a dairy herd. What exactly are they, and why are you forming one?”

Instead of Amanda, Mary answered, “A dairy herd is a group of hucows that agree to breed with the same bull and sell their milk together. Of course, the bull would be Caleb. They don’t have to breed, but the option is there for those that want it. Hucow milk sells for a very good price, and Kathy suggested that Amanda put a milking barn on the mansion grounds. Caleb owns a bit of the land just outside the wall around the property, and there is a spot out there that would be perfect. We aren’t using any of that land for anything. I think the original owners of the mansion were going to put a guest house there, but they never put in more than the foundation and some of the basic plumbing.”

June bounced in excitement at the idea, but then her mind switched into financial mode. She showed the women why she handled the harem finances as she said, “That is a great idea, but I can already see a few problems. How big is a herd, and how often would they be milked? How much milk could your herd produce in a day? What kind of profits would you be looking at? What kind of compensation would the herd expect? Also, how big of a milking barn could fit on that stretch of land?"

Amanda smiled at June and said, "I already have some numbers for you, I was going to bring it up the next time I was invited to a harem meeting. If we build the barn to cover the entire unused foundation, we could put a dozen milking stations in. We could fit a half dozen more in if we didn't have too many amenities, but I'd like to put beds, a shower, a kitchen, and bathrooms in. A good milking takes a lot out of a girl, and I want the herd to have a place to rest before they return to their normie lives. I do not want to be like one of the big dairies. Those places are horrible. But, if we made the barn two stories, we could make it very comfortable for everyone, and maybe fit a couple more stations in. Ok, Connie, you ready to begin? I'm going to let your mom take control of the machine."

Connie gave an affirmative response and Amanda watched Roberta start the machines while she kept answering June. "Now typically, a hucow that remains in her shifted form needs to be milked between three and six times a day. How often they would actually get milked, and how much they produce, would depend on each individual member of the herd. Some breeds need to be milked more often than others. Lots of hucows aren't afraid to stay in their shifted forms all the time, so we could get several of them milking the maximum amount. Roberta, switch her over to milking, she's got a good let down going. Remember to speak up if you're uncomfortable Connie."

She watched as Roberta made the adjustments. Connie began to squirm as Roberta turned the fucking machine to long deep thrusts on medium speed and the suction strength up to five. Connie didn't last thirty seconds before her first orgasm and Amanda grinned. Connie would definitely be back to do this again. But next time Amanda would insist she do it in her hucow form.

She turned back to June and said, "As for compensation for the herd, it would depend on the price we could get for our milk, and how much each woman produced. Start up costs would be very expensive, but if we start small and work our way up, we could do very well. To register as a herd, we need a minimum of five hucows. As you saw, Roberta produced almost forty ounces in one milking. That's about a whole day's production for a normie. Our mammary glands are huge compared to yours, and we have more of them, which is why our boobs tend to be bigger than normies as well. Roberta hasn't been pregnant recently, or been mounted by a bull, so her production is less than it could be. A pregnant hucow will produce two or three times that. Before Caleb bred me, I was producing about the same as Roberta, and I usually milk four or five times a day. Now that Caleb has mounted and bred me, my milk production will begin to increase. Right now I make roughly two hundred ounces per day, or about a gallon and a half. At current prices that's about seventy to eighty dollars a day just for my milk. Cost of storage, transportation, pasteurization, bottling, and other expenses cut that significantly. And hiring a bull and milkmaids is expensive too. We have to have milkmaids to give the herd a proper milking, and the milkmaids have to mount the herd at least once a day, and the bull need to be brought in at least once a month. This is why the small hudairies don't make much profit and struggle to stay in business. The big hudairies have a lot of advantages, but make no mistake, they treat hucows freaking terrible."

"Now that Caleb's bred me, my milk production will roughly double, and could go even higher if Caleb and the harem mount me regularly. Four to six hundred ounces is pretty typical for my breed while we are pregnant and for the first two or three years after we give birth. But I'll have to give a portion of my milk to the baby, so not all of that will get sold. Roberta and Connie are the same breed as me, and we're one of the more common breeds in America."

"Anyway, where was I? Okay, about fifty would be the most we could have in the herd if we had a dozen stations and every woman milked as often as she was able. But that assumes we made a strict milking schedule, and everyone followed it to the letter like the big hudairies do it. I don't want that though. I want the women in the herd to have their own lives to live. Not be stuck in a rut of constantly heading to the milking barn and then go out and work the farms before it starts all over again. If you've seen some of the hucows that work at the big dairies, you'd see why I don't want that. They aren't healthy women. Overmilking, lack of proper diet and exercise, lack of sleep, you name it, they suffer from it. Most of those women are bred and raised at the dairy and the rest are ones that were abandoned by their owners, or lost their jobs when people found out they were shifters. They make terrible wages for their efforts too. A gallon of Hucow milk sells for ten times what cow milk does, yet the women that made that milk will see very little of that money. The hudairies charge them for everything, even the food the hucows grow on the farms. Then they have to pay for their children till the girls that bred true become adults and can start being milked too. The boys and any girls that didn't breed true are often put up for adoption since the mothers can't afford to raise them. They aren't hucows, so they don't have the strength we do. The hucow girls can work the farms before they become adults, so the mothers can at least afford to raise them. That also means those girls get stuck in the same cycle their mothers did."

June and Mary had tears in their eyes. June whispered, "That's horrible. I had no idea."

Connie screeched out an orgasm which broke up the tension and the women all chuckled. Roberta chimed in as she rubbed Connie's back, "That's why many hucows are afraid to let people know what they are. Hucows that have nowhere else to go, often go to work for the big hudairies. And once they wind up there, they can't afford to leave. Many have never known a life outside the hudairy. The best way to describe it is legalized slavery."

Amanda stated firmly, "I will not let my herd wind up like that. Thanks to the generous compensation from the Sisterhood, I already have a top of the line milking table. I don't mind letting other members of the herd use it. Once we have a registered herd, we can start selling to a distributor. Depending on how many hucows we have, we can get an older model used table pretty cheap. We just need a barn built to put it in. If we give the herd members seventy five percent of the profits, we should be able to buy a new table every couple of years. That would allow us to grow steadily, and the women in the herd will make a nice sum of money. They won't be able to live entirely off what we'll pay them, but it's a nice supplement to their own private incomes."

June was already imagining what needed to be done to make Amanda's dream happen. She had no idea how much a milking table cost, but they would not be buying used ones. It would be top of the line, or nothing. Amanda was family, and her herd would be milked in comfort and be well compensated. Hucows are people, not animals. And why do they even need a barn? With Harold moving out, and Mary and her daughters in the harem wing, the family wing was empty. They could have the herd milk there till the harem's babies were born. That would give them time for the barn to be built. A proper facility, with all the amenities she could cram into it.

June stood and said, "Amanda, I love this whole idea. And I will do everything I can to make your dream come true. But it can't wait till the next harem meeting. I'm going to go find my son right now. We will sit down tonight and you can let me know whatever you need for your herd. I will make sure you get it."

Amanda leaped to her feet and hugged June. She had to remind herself that June was a normie, and not to crush her ribcage.

Mary laughed and said, "Amanda, I'm going to go find Kathy and get her to put it as top priority for the harem. But instead of squishing me in one of your **** hugs, how about a kiss?"

After June and Mary left, the two hucows helped Connie off the milking table. Connie muttered, "That was fantastic. Sign me up for your herd."

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