Jake deals with a cultist

Three hours later, Jake sat in his office, tucked in a large area behind the throne room, reading the reports on the state of his growing kingdom. He reached forward with his right hand and carefully picked up the crystal goblet that sat on his large, darkly colored wooden desk, and took a long, slow sip of the slightly sweet, dark red wine grown and bottled in a nearby vineyard not more than a few miles from the palace walls. He took a long moment to swish the wine in his mouth. There was the sweetness of the grapes, a hint of a taste that reminded him of white chocolate, and then a smoky aftertaste that lingered for only a second or two after he swallowed.

“Very fine indeed,” he said as he held the goblet in front of him and admired the wine before placing it back on his desk. He returned his attention to the last page of the final report. “There are a few pockets of resistance yet, but we have been able to handle those peacefully thus far, and most have come to accept our ways,” he thought as he closed the report and set it aside to be filed. He heard a faint knock on the door that led out to his throne room. “Enter,” he said as he straightened himself in his seat.

The door slowly swung open, revealing one of the palace's administrative staff members. She had long black hair, a natural sun-kissed complexion, and dark brown eyes. She wore a tight-fitting red crop top, a matching long, low-rise skirt, and a pair of black stiletto-heeled shoes. Her heels clicked on the marble floor until she stopped in front of his desk and knelt on one knee. “Excuse the interruption, Your Majesty, but the cultist who was captured in the Lakonti Islands has arrived. She is being brought to the throne room to face your judgment.”

“Your timing couldn’t have been better,” Jake said with a smile as he rose from his seat before making his way to the large wooden double doors leading into the throne room. As he did, the hard leather soles of his shoes thudded gently against the marble floor. He approached the throne, and Leana Callison, one of the former governors of the Coastal Plains, rose to her knees on the nest of pillows on the large dais that held his throne and her pillows. She wore a black silk half-bra with red lace trim, a matching short skirt, and red open-toed shoes with a six-inch stiletto heel. Her arms were behind her back, held in place by a red leather single glove that **** her elbows together and caused her to push out her large breasts. Around her neck was a red leather **** collar with a chain-link leash that kept her tethered to the throne. She kept her gaze low as she gently sucked on the dildo gag that filled her mouth.

“As you were,” he said to the busty blonde as he patted her on the head, stepped onto the dais, and sat on his throne. At his command, Leana lay back down on the nest of pillows, positioning herself on her side so that not only would she look seductive, but she could see toward the front of the throne room. Jake’s eyes darted to Leana, and a sudden inspiration hit him. He turned his attention to one of the guards who now lined the room, two of them standing on either side of the dais. “Guard.”

“Yes, Your Majesty?” one of the Royal Guards standing near the dais said as she turned to him.

“Would you please go and bring Doctor Corvis here? Tell her to bring the treatment we discussed the other day.”

“At once, Your Majesty,” the guard said as she bowed to him. As the guard left the throne room, five others entered, and among them was the captured cultist. The Cultist was a native of the Lakonti islands, as was evident by her dark skin. She had been stripped completely naked, and a thick and heavy steel posture collar had been placed around her neck, forcing her to look straight ahead. A metal pole with a handle ran down her spine from the back of the collar to a dull hook that had been lodged in her ass. One of the guards walked behind her, pushing her along with the handle on the pole while the other four used short poles attached to the posture collar to further restrict any attempt she made to flee. A large red rubber ball gag had been shoved into her mouth, muffling her sobs.

“Chain her up there until I am ready to pass judgment,” he said as he pointed to a section of the wall between two portraits of Lady Kara Tea submitting to Lord Deamon, where four short chains with metal shackles at the ends had been bolted to the wall.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” one of the four guards with the short poles said as they guided their prisoner to the shackles. Once she was led away, Jake could see that the guard who had been using the handle to control the prisoner held a long, thin cane in her other hand.

“What have you to report?” Jake asked.

“Your Majesty,” the guard who remained in front of him said with a bow. “This cultist,” she began, practically spitting at the captured woman, “was apprehended near her home in the village of Heran Home, in the Lakontie Islands. While being interrogated, she was persuaded,” the guard said, flexing the cane between her hands, “to give up the names and locations of her fellow cultists. We are already hunting them, Your Majesty. I’m confident that one day soon, the Cult of Avina will be nothing more than a bad memory.”

“I’m sure we all look forward to that day,” Jake said with a smile. “You are dismissed, unless of course, you’d like to stay for the sentencing.” The guard saluted him before she and three others took positions around the throne room, and two others remained by the prisoner.

A few minutes later, Doctor Corvis strode into the throne room, her lab coat billowing behind her with each purposeful stride. In her right hand, she carried a hard plastic case by its handle. She stopped in front of the dais and knelt on one knee. “Your Majesty, as always, it is an honor to be of service,” she said as she lowered herself to one knee.

“Doctor Corvis, a pleasure as always,” Jake said with a polite nod. “Rise, I trust that is the treatment we discussed not long ago.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Doctor Corvis replied, as she stood, turned the case so it rested on her right forearm, so the top would open back toward her. She opened it, and inside, Jake saw two syringes filled with a cloudy white liquid and fairly long needles resting in slots cut into thick foam padding. Above each syringe was a sealed **** swab. “Would you like to do the honors?”

“Absolutely,” Jake said as he stood from his throne and stepped down from the dais. He took one of the sealed swabs and one of the syringes. “One directly into each nipple, correct?”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Doctor Corvis said with a smile as the two of them made their way to the captured cultist.

“Hold her, make sure she doesn’t move,” he said to the two guards. Without hesitating, they turned and grabbed her, holding her completely still. Jake opened one of the swabs and dabbed it over one of the prisoner’s nipples, making her flinch at the coldness of the swab. Jake then picked up one of the syringes, and the prisoner began to whine into her gag as Jake moved it toward the nipple he had treated with ****. “Since you didn’t know your place and line up to potentially serve me, you will still serve me only by providing me and my harem with nourishment,” he said as he slowly moved the needle toward her nipple.

“Mrroo! MMMRRROO!” she screamed into her gag as she tried desperately to turn away. Her screams of protest became cries of pain as she felt the pinch of the needle as Jake slowly pressed it into her right nipple, then pushed the plunger and injected her with the cloudy fluid. He then repeated the process with the other nipple.

“How long with it take, Doctor?” he asked as he placed the second syringe back in the case.

“It should begin to take effect any moment, Your Majesty,” she replied.

Shortly after, the prisoner began to moan and mewl as her breasts began to ache. Jake looked at her with a smile and gave her right breast a tentative squeeze, causing the dark-skinned woman to wimper and try to pull away. “They’re swelling pretty quickly, I’d say.”

“Yes, a few more minutes, and they’ll be rather full,” Doctor Cortis said as she squeezed the other breast.

“Guards, escort her to the dairy room, please,” he said as he moved back to his throne. “Secure her, but make her wait for me.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” the five guards who brought her in said with smiles on their faces.

“Can someone bring Lady Margelene?” Jake asked as he sat on his throne. As he did, he couln’t help but notice the smile behind Leana’s gag as she continued to suck on the silicone cock that filled her mouth.

“At once, Your Majesty,” one of the palace staff said before quickly leaving the throne room. A few minutes later, she returned with Lady Margelene, the palace’s chief builder and architect.

“You sent for me, Your Majesty?” she asked as she knelt on one knee.

“Yes, the pony girl stables have an extremely large pasture area behind the palace. How long would it take to construct a barn on the far side of the pasture from the one that holds the pony girls?”

“We could have one built by this time tomorrow, Your Majesty. Are you expecting a large intake of new ponies?”

“No, for now a single hu-cow, but once those she named while being interrogated will join her.”

“I see,” Lady Margelene said with an amused smile. “As I said, the barn can be up by this time tomorrow with both of the milking machines from the dairy room in it. After that, it would just take another couple of days to set up any additional milking machines.”

“How soon could you begin construction?”

“As soon as you give the order, Your Majesty.”

“Begin at once, Lady Margelene.”

“Consider it done, Your Majesty,” she said as she rose, then turned to leave the throne room.

After an hour, Jake entered the dairy room. Of the two milking machines, the dark-skinned prisoner had been secured to the one placed in front of a four-foot-tall frame with cuffs near the base of each of the two support legs, another set at the top of the support legs where they met a metal crossbar that went between the two. In the center of the crossbar was a large metal clamp that acted like a collar, forcing the captive to be bent over with her legs spread. The thin elevated welts from the caning she had been subjected to while being interrogated were plainly visible. Her breasts were now incredibly swollen and looked as if they could burst. Jake could hear the woman quietly sobbing from the pain she felt in her breasts. He took a moment to attach the black suction cups that each had a clear tube leading from it to a large empty tube that could be removed when full over her breasts. As he did, he couldn’t resist testing their weight and giving them each a somewhat hard squeeze.

“Mmmrr,” she weakly protested into her gag as he squeezed her breasts, causing a weak stream of milk to leak from her nipples and slowly run down the clear tubes.

“If you haven’t figured it out yet, you and those you’ve named are going to be my personal herd of hu-cows,” he said, causing her to whine loudly in protest. He then turned on the machine, and a soft whirling sound filled the air before slightly alternating hisses. With each hiss, milk was gently pumped from her breasts by the suction cups and down into the collection chamber. Jake laughed at the former cultists’ mixed reaction. Her dark skin darkened with shame, but she moaned with relief and closed her eyes. “Wouldn’t want this to be too pleasurable, at least not yet,” he said before turning the power of the machine all the way up. The whirling sound became much louder, and the hissing was almost constant. Looks of relief and pain warred back and forth on her face. Relief from the pain in her swollen breasts, and pain for the way the machine now pulled on her nipples with each pumping.

The dark-skinned prisoner's wails of pain and relief filled the room as Jake stood beside her, observing the effect of the milking machine. He marveled at her expression as she struggled to cope with the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body. Her nipples were reddened and engorged from the constant attention, and a trail of sweat ran down her spine, pooling at the small of her back. As the room grew warmer from the machine's labor, Jake found himself growing aroused by her helplessness and desperation.

"It seems like the little hu-cow is enjoying this far more than she'd like to admit," he mused aloud, his voice echoing off the cold stone walls along with the sounds of the milking machine.

Vivid images of the captured cultist **** to live in a barn, their breasts swollen with milk, and having to endure several milkings a day filled his mind. He smiled as he thought about it. “I can’t believe I didn’t think to do this after visiting Leana’s ranch on my royal tour, he thought as he ran his hand over her welt-covered ass, making her flinch.

His thoughts drifted for a moment to the other cultist she had named, the ones who had yet to be brought before him. The thought of their future suffering and eventual submission sent a shiver of anticipation down his spine. He couldn't wait to see the look in their eyes when they understood that their defiance was no match for his will.

He circled her, admiring the way the machine's pull stretched her breasts taut and accentuated her hourglass figure. “It looks like those udders could hold a lot of milk, so you might be here for a minute. Not to worry, though, I’ll send someone to keep an eye on you and change the collection tank if you should fill that one up,” he said with an amused smile before leaving the room.

What will happen next? Answer in comments.

A) Jake's newest daughters are born.

B) Jake takes Zoey to the stables.

C) Ava and Paige serve their master.

D) Something else. What?