You free yourself from the stocks

Yes. You can…you need to…You feel tired. Lethargy fills your limbs and clouds your mind. Your head droops. It would be so much easier to just sleep. Why not? Things would be better tomorrow…You’re sure.

“You stupid bitch! Wake up! Wake up or they’ll be sticking their eggs in your cunt tomorrow and milking your fat tits!”

Bravery may not have done it, but fear did. You snap back to awareness. Your eyes are still heavy but your pupils are dilated in terror. You daren’t close them again. The adrenaline of fear lends you strength and you struggle against the stock. The wood clonks and bangs and, with a final effort, you push back enough that the gap is enough, and you yank your head, then hands through.

Gasping, you lurch back onto your knees on the bench.

“Good! Good,” the woman with the scar across her eye whispers frantically. “Now, free your legs. Hurry!”

Still groggy, you turn about. With your arms free the second stock is far easier to lift, and in a moment you are fully free. You groan and sit down on the side of the bench. Tears run down your cheeks, cutting streaks through the grime, and you sob and **** in relief. Your legs throb from being in that awful positon and don’t feel like they can support you at all, but you struggle weakly to your feet.

“Good. Now get mine. Quick! They could come back at any second, then it’ll all be for nothing. You hear me? Hurry up! Come on!”

Though still whispering, her voice is edged with hysteria at the possibility of freedom so near. You nod, voice lost in your sobs. Your legs quake as you hobble towards her, supporting yourself on the stocks.

“Yes. Yes! Now, lift it off. Come on. You can do it.” Nodding weakly you do as she says. Her stock is far heavier than yours was, but with effort, it creaks back enough to allow her to slip through.

She rears back much as you had, her heavy breasts bouncing on her chest, rising heavily with her breathing heavily in the ecstasy of relief. “Oh fuck! You have no idea…Oh gods. Oh gods…” Still murmuring prayers she frees her legs and swings them around. She can only sit there for a minute, coming to grips with her freedom, head in her hands and gripping tight her hair.

The barn is almost silent then. Were it not for the faint moans coming from the women as they were milked and your own sniffling, all would be, for the other women were still asleep, **** by the milk.

Your companion suddenly lifts her head. "Shit. Right. We have to go. We have to." She rises unsteadily to her feet, wicning in pain as her legs are **** into motion after so long inactive. "There's a back door. I saw it when they brought us in. We can get out that way." She directs your attention to the back of the barn. You squint. Yes, yes you can see it. A pair of wooden doors looking like the rest of the wall. "Come on."

You stand, but hesitate, looking at the other women. "What about them?"

The warrior woman glances their way. She stops, her expression pained.

"...We can't take them with us," she admits, almost shamefully. "They drank the milk. They'll be out for a long time."

"We...We're just going to leave them?" you cry, agahst at abandoning others to the fate you so nearly suffered.

The scarred woman turns a baleful eye on you. "I don't like it either," she snaps in sudden ****. You hesitate.