Epilogue (Part 4): Making Gains

Helen and I take Daisy to the milking room and get her hooked up to the machinery. Yes, we have a milking room in our house. With how often Daisy needs to have her tits drained and how much milk we end up having to store because of it, we decided dedicating a whole room to everything related to Daisy's cow traits was a worthwhile investment. We also made sure to get pumps that wouldn't be too rough on Daisy's boobs, otherwise we'd risk a repeat of what happened in Helen's office when she first got her orgasm attribute.

As the machine begins to suck out liquid from Daisy's utters, Helen takes a look at what we have in storage. After a moment, I hear her calling from the other side of the room.

"Hey, it looks we have less this week than usual," she notes.

"Really? That's strange," I respond before looking at Daisy. "Have you been getting less action than usual or something?"

Daisy blushes but doesn't actually say anything.

"It's not like we necessarily need to hit a specific quota or anything, but you know how I am about maintaining some level on consistency," Helen says. "You know, you could always give her a little push to help make up the difference if you want..."

Now that I think about it, it has been a bit since I last had sex with Daisy. And she's actually one of the women I've had sex with the least just in general. I wouldn't mind going at it with her right now. Sure it wasn't that long ago that I came with Bianca, but ever since I started living here with these women, I've found that my refractory period has gotten shorter and shorter. I think it has something to do with being around Violet so much and being exposed to her stamina enhancing powers. Whatever the cause, I don't have to wait long in between encounters, which is a godsend when you live with so many hot women who all want to mess around with you.

"How does that sound to you, Daisy? Want me to fuck you like an animal?" I ask.

"Um... I... well... I guess that'd be okay..." Daisy whispers in embarrassment, which I've learned is her way of saying "please take me now."

I drop my pants and tease the outside of Daisy's pussy. It doesn't take long before both of us start to get aroused and I'm able to easily slid into her cunt. It's not super easy to squeeze her melons while she's hooked up to a milking machine, but her breasts are so sensitive that it's worth trying to stimulate them as much as possible, so I take what I can get my hands on and thoroughly knead them. Touching her like that instantly causes her arousal to shoot up, and it isn't long before she cums all over my cock. Her screams quickly morph into moos as her jugs fill up with milk and her brain turns off.

"Moooooo..." she lets out, obviously wanting more.

This process continues for a little bit, with me working her up and getting her to climax repeatedly. The pumps continue to suck out milk, only for that milk to quickly be replaced as she's driven over the edge again. Helen watches us fuck with rapt attention, not looking away for even a moment. She even plays with her clit a little as she stares at the scene unfolding in front of her.

Eventually, I reach my own limit and blast a load deep inside Daisy's pussy. I pull out and redress myself as the final batch of Daisy's sweet nectar is extracted from her udders. Once that's done, we let the girl have a moment to reorient herself before sending her on her way. For some reason, milking Daisy will never not be entertaining to me.

Anyway, with that done, Helen and I continue on our journey around the mansion. We make our way down a few more hallways and through the living room. I'm about to suggest where we should head next when my thought is interrupted by someone else walking into the living room. As soon as they see us standing there, they quickly stop what they're doing and turn to face us.

"Good afternoon, Sir. Ma'am," she greets as she strikes a rigid pose I've gotten very used to seeing these past few months.

You may notice that I never used Maria's "attention" trigger, and yet her she is, clearly saluting me. Well, over time, she's started doing it on her own whenever she sees me. It doesn't matter what's going on, if one of us walks into a room the other is already in, she drops everything to give a salute. And just like when I use her trigger, she seems to completely accept anything I do to her while she stands like that. I don't think her trigger is activating on it's own or anything, I think she's just gotten used to being in that position around me and finds it natural at this point.

Maria hasn't gotten any less protective of me since we moved into together. If anything, now that she doesn't work as a teacher anymore, she's gotten even more protective. She would be more than content to stay by my side 24/7 if I let her. Thankfully, she's also really easy to control now. Even though she wants to constantly keep me safe, if I order her to go do something else, she will without hesitation. Because of that, combined with her ability to know the location of any place I tell her to go, Maria has actually become one of the best people to send on errands. She's super efficient, and it gives her a way to help me without being too overbearing.

Speaking of always wanting to stay with me, earlier today, Maria practically begged me to let her tag along when I went to pick up Liz's collar. I had to insist I wanted to go alone, and even then, she only agreed after I promised to call for her if anything happened. After everything that happened a few months ago, I can understand why she's nervous about me being by myself though. She just doesn't want anything bad to happen to me again, which is really sweet, even if she can be a bit over-the-top when it comes to how she handles those emotions.

Oh yeah. I guess she's also naked right now too. Man, the longer I live here, the less I seem to be phased by the sight of naked women. It's kind of weird.

"Hey, Maria," I greet her before walking up to her to inspect her. She remains completely still as I circle around her before I eventually look back into her eyes. "Your eyes are a bit on the blue side today. Guess that means it's a good day." Maria tries her best to remain stoic, but I notice her lips curl up ever so slightly at that comment. "At ease, soldier."

Maria drops her hand down to her side, but otherwise stays standing straight. I'd tell her to relax, but I know that this is relaxed for her. She's fully committed herself to being a soldier and lives basically her entire life like she's always on duty. She marches everywhere she walks, addresses everyone in the house with respect, and only really shows emotion when having sex, and even then, she tries to keep moaning to a minimum. I'd be concerned, but I know doing all this stuff makes her feel fulfilled, so I just let her indulge in her service.

"Is there anything I can do for you, Sir? Ma'am?" Maria asks us.

"No, we're both alright. Though I am curious where you're headed," I mention.

"I was just about join Amelia outside for some backyard exercises. I must remain in peak physical condition in order to best serve the harem. Permission to proceed?"

"Granted." Again, I just play along so she's happy.

Maria gives a quick nod before walking past us toward the back door. Helen and I look at each other, and without needing to say anything, we know where we're heading next.

I'm really proud of Amelia and Maria. The two of them have been working on putting aside their previous rocky encounters and making up. They're not exactly best friend or anything, but they've come a long way. They've even started doing a decent amount of their exercising together, since that's the biggest passion they have in common. It's been really nice to see how much effort they're both putting in for the betterment of the group.

Anyway, Helen and I head out the backdoor and onto the patio, where we see Amelia doing squats in the yard. As she lowers herself to the ground, she glances over her shoulder and notices us as we approach.

There she is. The big, strong hero herself. Well, maybe not big, but definitely strong. And it looks like she's naked too. I'm still getting used to calling her "Amelia" instead of "Amy," but that's what happens when you go all of high school not knowing someone hated their nickname. Still, I am glad she told me, and I am getting better. Unsurprisingly, Amelia has continued to be the ultra-confident powerhouse I've come to know and love. She's grown a reputation for being the resident badass of our group, and I'm pretty sure at least half of the other girls here wish they could be her. I wonder what the old Amy would think if she knew that people would eventually start looking up to her...

Recently, Amelia got a job as a personal trainer at a nearby gym, just like Helen had suggested back when she went to North Ridge. She hasn't been working there for very long, and she doesn't make all that much money, but it's become a bit more of a passion project for her than anything. We tried to tell her that she didn't have to get a job if she didn't want to, but she made it clear that she didn't want to be a lazy bum and that she would pull her own weight. I have to say, it's an admirable stance to take. She's certainly a better person than I am.

"Well, if it isn't the stud himself. To what do I own this pleasure?" Amelia asks with smile and she pops back up from her squat.

"Helen and I have been making sure that everyone is doing okay. I can see that there's nothing to worry about with you. No big surprise there. Though I am wondering what you and Maria are doing exercising out here. We did set up a home gym for anyone who wants to use it," I explain.

"Yeah, but it's such a nice day out. I thought it might be nice to get some fresh air and sunshine. Plus, I just like the feeling of being out in nature," Amelia says. That's right. I do remember us having a conversation about how much she loves plants.

"And you're naked because...?" I prompt.

"Because I look damn good without any clothes on. I see no reason why I can't work out in the nude in my own house," Amelia responds.

"Fair enough. Though something tells me you wouldn't have much issue working out in the nude anywhere." Amelia doesn't actually reply to my comment, but the way she tilts her head tells me she knows I'm probably right. As I scan her hot body again, I suddenly realize something else. "Hey, are you wearing heels?"

"Yep. Just because I'm exercising doesn't mean I can't dress up a bit. Besides, I wanted to see if doing squats in heels improves leg strength." I don't really know if there's any science behind that idea, but hey, if she wants to try it, she can go for it. It's not like she can hurt herself while she's exercising. "So did you just come to ask questions or were you hoping to give us a rough fucking while you're out here."

"As tempting as that sounds, I'll have to pass for now. I want to make sure I see everyone at least once before the end of the day. But if that offer still stands later, I'll definitely take you up on it then," I say.

"Alright, but you better make it a good one. You know I hate waiting for that big dick of yours..." Amelia says with a cocky smirk.

I'm well aware of how much Amelia loves some hot sex, especially after an intense workout session. That being said, I've never disappointed her before, and I have no intention to in the future. Helen and I say goodbye to Maria and Amelia and leave them to their naked squats. I notice Helen repeatedly glance back to stare at both women's asses as we come back inside. Not that I can blame her. There's something mesmerizing about watching those two toned beauties work up a sweat...