
By MATTHEW GOLDSTEIN, DANNY HAKIM and JAN HOFFMAN from NYT Health https://ift.tt/34edw9C
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A short excerpt from Milking the Babysitter:
No-one spoke. I could only hear the thudding of my heart. This was so, so weird. I didn’t know much about babysitting, but I knew this was not part of the job description. I also knew that I should immediately stand up, tell them I wasn’t here for that and leave. But I didn’t.
It was partly out of fear of making a scene, partly due to not wanting to let down Helena, or my mother, but, if I’m honest, it was mainly due to the fact that Dean’s strong hand on my thigh was sending tingles through my body and Stacey’s perfume was causing my senses to reel.
“Dean,” said Stacey, slowly moving her hand along my thigh, under the hem of my skirt. “Why don’t you kiss Alissa. I think she’d like that.”
I shook my head, but Alissa placed a slender finger on my lips. At the same time, I felt Dean slide his hand under my skirt too. As I mumbled something about how this wasn’t right, Stacey leaned in and kissed me, soft and full, on my lips. I felt her sigh as she kissed me, and a wave of confusion and pleasure swept over me. This was wrong, wasn’t it! I had never kissed a woman before, had never even thought about it, but Stacey’s kiss was so soft, so tender, so wonderful, I was blown away.
I wanted more. I leaned in to kiss her and she smiled as I bent towards her, yielding her lips to mine. We pressed together, her hand now on my thigh, and I could feel my pussy tingling. What was happening to me! I didn’t know, but I didn’t care. I wanted to kiss her over and over and not stop kissing her. And I wanted her to move her hand up higher, wanted to feel her touch my pussy.
At that moment, I felt a hand on my shoulder, and then warm breath. I felt Dean kissing my exposed neck and his hand slipping up inside my sweatshirt. Stacey pulled away, a wicked smile on her lips.
“I think someone is jealous,” she said. “Why don’t you see how good a kisser Dean is?”
I was still intoxicated by her lips and her scent, and I did as I was told, turning to turn and looking up at him, nervously. He didn’t hesitate. His kissing was more urgent than Stacey’s. He pressed his lips on mine, hard, without the gentle, lingering touch of his wife, and as he kissed me, I felt one of his hands reaching to my breast. He squeezed and his grip was so strong that it made me yelp a little. Pain and pleasure washed through my chest and I could feel my nipples stiffening.
“You know Dean,” said Stacey, her soft hands sliding up inside my shirt, “I don’t feel like going out at all. Let’s stay in and play with our new friend.”
Dean pulled away from kissing me and I bathed in his big, powerful smile.
“Great idea,” he said, and then plunged back into kissing me, his tongue pushing beyond my lips, into my mouth, exploring me. And at that moment I felt a sudden slackening of pressure as Stacey found my bra and expertly unhooked it. The bra slipped down, my hard nipples began to press against my shirt, and I felt helpless as Dean’s hands explored my breasts, as though I was already naked.
“Let’s put on a show for Dean,” said Stacey. She slipped onto the floor and crooked her finger at me to follow. I pulled away from Dean and dropped down to kneel opposite his wife. Without warning, she took hold of my shirt and pulled it up, over my arms and over my head, and flung it to the side, exposing my breasts. Her eyes lit up.
“Oh wow, Dean, these are amazing.”
Stacey reached out and grabbed my breasts with both hands, squeezing and pressing them and I gasped at the myriad sensations that shot through my body. Her touch was both teasing and forceful and she was forcing incredible pleasures from my naked breasts. As she held them, she leaned forward and began to kiss me. Once more I drifted into a world of pleasure, my eyes closed, forgetting all about Dean as I enjoyed the lingering tenderness and hot passion of Stacey’s kissing.
Anna bray
Age 32
Height 6 foot
Weight 130
Eyes blue
Hair brown
Type of slave hucow, breeder
Status currently pregnant with triplets.
Slave number 14567-b
Location Tayler’s farm
Prior occupation businesswomen
Profile
All her life, Annie wanted to be a c.e.o her mom was a janitor for a big cooperation.growing up the c.e.o was a woman. She wanted to be the c.e.o. she learned all there was to learn about how to run a business .while teen girl read teen vogue and we’re obsessed with boys, she read business books and the economist.
She graduated high school first in her class. She went to a college with a good reputation. She graduated from University second in her class. She took an internship with a prestigious company. She was hired for the human resource department. When the human resource manager position opened up, she applied and got it.
From there she became Vice President of finance. Then she got the top job. She was one of the youngest c.e.o.in the compony’s history. She was bold and ambitious.
It was felt that the sky was the limit for her. She was well-liked. She was tough but fair. She inspired other women to follow in her footsteps.
She had never been married. She never had an interest in being marked. She never went on a date. She kept to her goal. She wanted to keep to her goals. That was all that mattered to her. To her, the relationship got in the way.
She had no interest in having children either. She barely saw her nieces and nephews. She was not really a family person.her carer with her life. That was her focus.
While her nieces liked their aunt an a, they did not consider her a role model. She had no interest in being a role model. She was not interested in being a trailblazer. She was not a feminist activist. She was doing this only for her. This was not a crusade for other women. She was not on a mission.
She was invited to address women groups or association of female executives but she declined. She never agreed to speak to any of them.
How did a c.e.o end up a genetically modified slave, a hucow? The world had changed. Animal rights group made having dairy cows virtually impossible. Having farms became a bureaucratic and logistical nightmare. This led to farmers considering a solution to this massive shortage.
This led to the secret hu cow farms. Women are kidnapped and injected with chemicals that make their boobs grow and caused them to produce milk..while this is totally illegal, these farms we’re able to cover their tracks.
Ironically her company helped establish dummy operations and shell cooperation to cover up the true purpose of these farms. She had no idea that she would end up being a hucow herself.
Hu cow farms employed bounty hunters who found suitable hu cows. They captured them and brought them to auction houses. Bounty hunters were well paid. Many hunters enjoyed the thrill of it.
She was driving home from stockholders and convention. She was warned about the threat of slavers but she insisted on traveling herself. She did not think she would be a target. She was in her early thirties. Milk from older women was considered better than younger by some.
A helicopter flew by her. They identified her as a suitable cow. The helicopter reported to a ground-based extraction team. A group of cars surrounded her. They used an e.m.p and her car went offline.
The extraction team went into her car. They riped the door off. She tried to fight the slavers. They picked her up. They took off her shoes and threw them into the road.
She was gagged and tied up. She was put into the car. She tried to fight her restraint. She was unsuccessful. She was taken to an auction house.
At the auction house, she was united.” please release me!” she pleaded. They did not listen to her. They told her to remove her jewelry. She refused. They pull off her necklace and earrings. They took off her watch and bracelet. Her hair tie was removed. All accessories were removed.
She was ordered to strip naked. She refused. Her suit coat was ripped off of her. Then her shirt was cut by scissors. It was like her old life was ripped away from her. Her old life was being eroded never to return.
Her skirt was pulled to her feet. Her slip was cut to threads. Her bra and panty were removed. She tried to cover her boobs. A female attendant took her hands off her tits.
She was taken to a holding cage. She was kept in there until the next day. She was told to pee before she left. After she peed into a bucket, she was taken to the auction.
She was sold to and a hucow farm. She was transported by bus to the farm. She was put into a barn. She was injected with a substance that made her boobs bigger and produces milk.
She produced a lot of milk. She was a cash cow, no pun intended. She was given chemicals that made her more futile. She was bred and is now pregnant with triplets.
This is fantasy. This is not based on reality.