by Mark Andrews
I had asked him to get me the plans or at least a photograph of his machine and it was in my hands within a day - courtesy of the Internet and its instant communications facility.
I called Shaun to my suite and showed him the plans and photos. “Can do, Shaun?”
He grinned. “No sweat, Brian. I’ll need a basic portable milking machine and a few other items but once I have them, it will only take a few days to adapt the machine and to make breast cups to suit a human female...”
Then I asked William about the lactation process and whether he could induce it or whether we would need to acquire girls already in milk.
“No, Brian. I can use special drugs to induce lactation, why?”
I explained Ali’s fetish and he grinned, especially when I told him Shaun was going to make a human milking machine out of a small bovine one.
Of course we put into port at times. Not too often for it meant a total shut-down of the slavegirl operations. They were all herded down onto the slave deck and the entrances sealed. Once this was done, no-one could possibly find their way to the companionways that led down there. But it also meant the regular crew had to assume the duties of stewards to our guests and they didn’t like this much at all.
We happened to be in the vicinity of Marseilles at this time and Shaun and I went ashore to search for an appropriate milking machine. It didn’t take long and within a day or so, the machine and all the other bits and pieces Shaun had requested were on board, the ship re-victualled and fuelled and we were off again and the crew could hand over the stewarding duties to the slavegirls, now released from their confinement in their cells on the slave deck.
While Shaun was converting the machine, Dr Strange had selected four girls to become our milk-cows. They were Chang, a Chinese girl, Kawaha (Ghana), Danielle (French) and Frieda (German). All had big breasts and would lactate very well, William assured me. I watched as he treated the girls and their breasts began to swell even more.
I also spent a lot of time in Shaun’s workshop, admiring the skill with which he converted the former cow-milking machine into one suited to draw milk from human subjects.
Since shame and humiliation were so much a part of our treatment of the girls (and from which we derived so much pleasure), Shaun had made the unit so that its actions parodied its former use as a cow milking machine.
The girls would be fastened into a real cow bail, complete with a bar to hold her neck in place. Each of the four of them would have to kneel facing the bail on two parallel planks set eighteen inches wide so that their knees were spread wide, exposing their nether orifices perfectly for the men who would come and watch them milked.
Their hands would rest on the same planks. These were six feet long and once the girls were kneeling on them, leather saddles went over wrists, calves and ankles to keep them in place. The planks were set on two foot high supports that held their bodies up in a perfect position for the watchers to see them all over - and particularly the cups that would be attached to their udders, as we now termed them.
These cups were masterpieces of Shaun’s inventive art. They were made of clear plastic and were cylindrical with rounded bottoms and with soft rubber grummets made from an inflatable tube around the open top. Here, Shaun had been particularly resourceful. He had discussed with William the mechanics of how a woman gives forth her milk and when the doctor had explained that the infant squeezed its mother’s breast with its tiny hands, he had decided to emulate that pressure in a different way.
In a regular milking machine, there are two tubes coming from the machine itself. These lead to a ‘claw’ that divides them into four, one set for each teat-cup. There is a suction line that draws the milk to the holding receptacle, and a pressure line that sends pulses of air to squeeze the soft inner lining of the cup around the teat and emulates the motion of the hand when milking a cow. On our machine the claw had been converted from quadruple to double outlets, one leading to each breast.
Shaun left the suction line intact, leading it (via the converted claw) to the nipple at the base of the rounded bottom of his breast-cups; but the other line, the pressure one, he led (also via the claw) to this inflatable tube but adapted the mechanism that caused it to pulse. He didn’t want short, rhythmical pulses, but a near-constant, squeezing pressure on the breast and to do this, he needed to inflate that rubber tube so that it squeezed the base of her breast, hold the pressure for a minute or so while she squirted her milk into the suction line then release it for a few seconds before repeating the cycle. This was necessary to permit normal blood circulation in her breasts and also to allow the milk to move into the vessels that would allow it to be squeezed out of her at each cycle.
The first showing of our new toy was attended by everyone. It had been set up in the PR (where else?) and every seat in the middle of the room was occupied by our guests, as was the space on either side of the machine and round the room. I suspect every single guest on the ship was down there on that day.
Chang, Kawaha, Danielle and Frieda were now brought in by their trainers and by now, their breasts were really full and straining. They were led up to the four bails and made to climb up onto the planks so that their wrists, calves and ankles could be secured. The movable side of the bails were then closed against their necks. They were now ready to be milked.
From between their legs, each of the seated guests could easily see their dangling udders (and of course their anuses and vulvas as well) and now Shaun switched on the machine that he had placed against the back wall and from which stainless steel pipes led up to the deck-head and across to the frame in which the four bails were set, branches being made at each bail.
He then reached up for the first of the set of cups that were hung up there by their rubber hoses over a hook at the top of the bail frame. He took it down and squatting down beside Chang, opened the valve on the suction line and then slipped the pair of cups under the plank on his side (at her right). He then moved the left cup up, slipping it over her left breast. As soon as the grummet made contact with the base of her breast and sealed it, the suction drew the whole organ down making the seal even better. He then repeated the action with the other cup and now her right breast was also sucked downwards.
He turned the valve on the pressure line on and immediately, the grummets immediately began to bulge, squeezing the base of her breasts and making the breasts themselves swell, adding to the pressure to release milk. That began immediately, the suction on the nipple causing it to squirt little jets of pure white milk out to be caught by the suction line and drawn down and into the bottle that sat below each girl. These were already labelled for Ali had said each girl’s milk would have a different flavour and tastes would develop for one or another of them...
Each of the other three girls were similarly attached to her set of breast-cups and began to give of her milk while the hundred-odd guests sat there in stunned silence, watching as four beautiful girls, displayed so obscenely with their bottoms facing the audience, their anuses and vagina fully open and exposed to the men, were now milked like common cows in a dairy herd.
William nodded to the four trainers who grinned and moved forward to his charge. One finger of their right hands was extended and they now brought them up to tickle the girls’ fannies as William had said this would help them release all of their milk. It certainly did. As they began to respond to their clits being excited, the jets of milk squirting from their nipples became more copious and the way their bottoms swung from side to side, was an indication of how much pleasure they were now deriving for the action.
Of course, that was tempered by the pain of their milking. The grummets pressed in heavily on the base of their udders, constricting them and forcing the breasts into protruding spheres. Obviously this aided in pressurising the milk and causing it to jet out of their tits (or teats as we now termed them), but it was also extremely painful fo
r them. As I had discovered though, the mingling of pain and intense pleasure tends to add to the pleasure rather than the opposite and eventually, the girls came to look forward to their daily milking, even though it gave them a great deal of pain - agony really, I suppose. Still, it was a great show and every morning at ten, when they were milked, the PR was usually filled to capacity.
Did the guests enjoy the milk? Did they ever! Human milk is a delicacy and as Ali had said, each girl had a slightly different flavour. Soon, the demand was such that we had to put other girls into the programme and we had a real herd of dairy-slaves. As I said to Adam and William, “if this goes on we will need a specialist herd for the time it takes to milk them is placing a strain on our other slave resources. Accordingly, I sent messages out to the slavers to search for big-busted girls who would make good dairy-slaves.
They began to arrive in a few weeks and now Shaun had to make some new breasts cups so that these girls’ udders would fit into them!
Perhaps though, you would rather hear of some of our other punishment machines?
One very popular device was really hated by the slavegirls. We called it the Belly Distender and was based on a picture Adam had seen downloaded from the Internet.
It was comprised of a metal bar supported by two uprights fixed to the floor. The bar was three feet long and the same height up from the floor. It was made of stainless steel and was three inches deep and a quarter of an inch thick. It was set with the sharp edge facing up. Immediately below the bar a lug had been bolted to the deck and to this was welded a chain with double manacles on the end.
From behind the frame, a rod poked up under it at an angle of about 45° from a fitting bolted to the deck. Its upper tip was blunt and rounded and it was made in two sections, one inside the other so that it could be extended or retracted as required.
Out in front of the frame supporting the bar and also bolted to the deck, were two more lugs to which were attached short chains with ankle manacles on their ends. These were placed six feet apart and three feet out in front of the bar. Between them sat a motorised machine with two rods poking out in front of it and each of these had a large dildo on its end. In a cupboard affixed to the wall behind the device was a large funnel whose spout had an arrangements of straps attached to it. There was also a tap inside this cupboard and a jug that held exactly two pints.
Have you guessed how these arrangements were used on the slaves? It isn’t realty difficult, is it?
Let me describe one such event. First, the girl, a lovely Polynesian from Tahiti named Pani, was brought in by her trainer and led over to the frame. When she saw where she was being led, she screamed out and her face screwed up in horror. That didn’t deter either her trainer or the guest who had booked her for the punishment, however. Quite the contrary, in fact. He and those others who had come down to watch her tortured grinned all the more as she struggled in her muscular trainer’s arms, her body wriggling and writhing quite beautifully.
Once standing between the lugs on the floor, the trainer held her still while her master, an Englishman of extraordinary wealth, knelt down and dragged first one foot and then the other out sideways to be locked into the manacles. Back in the UK, he was a model of propriety, a regular church-goer and highly respected in his community. Here on the Helot, however, he was as vicious as all the rest of us.
Pani’s legs were now spread wide open and her vaginal opening gaped for all of us to see. John (her trainer, a very muscular Swede) now pulled her backwards, lowering the small of her back onto the rounded tip of the rod and her shoulders to the bar, drawing her two arms over it and pulling them downwards so her wrists could be shackled to the pair of manacles on the end of the short chain lying on the deck below the bar.
This meant that almost the whole weight of her body was supported on the rod and over the narrow edge of the metal bar which, while not sharpened, was fine enough to bite into her armpits quite painfully.
Once she was secured in this manner with her body now leaning back at an angle of about 45°, she was ready for the insertion of the two dildos. Of course, she was already in a great deal of pain. With her weight supported on the rod and over the edge of the bar, both these areas were screaming at her but worse was to come.
Her trainer now moved around to the front and slid the machine in front of her forward on its tracks. These were let into the deck and allowed it to be minutely adjusted as to its distance from her. The gears on the machine were manually rotated until the lower dildo was out in front and John then eased the machine forward until that dildo was well inside her rectum and the upper one was poking at her vagina. He continued to inch it up the tracks until about three inches of the upper dildo were inside that orifice then locked the wheels. He then manually turned the gears, ensuring neither dildo could escape from its proper destination at its most withdrawn point.
He then switched it on, watching now as the motor pushed the top dildo into her vagina while the bottom one was withdrawn from her anus. The thing worked slowly - at about one whole cycle every thirty seconds but the top dildo was ribbed to ensure a full excitation of her clit and even now she was beginning to squirm as that organ began to respond to the stimulus.
This made her position on the rod at her back and of her arms over the bar behind her even worse of course, her squirms and wriggles exacerbating the pain and her moans, which had begun as she was settled down onto the bar, now rose in both volume and tone.
But now the real torture could begin.
Raul Stephenson accepted the brimful jug from John who held the funnel in his other hand. He moved up to Pani and digging his free hand into her cheeks, forced her mouth open, then fed the bottom of the funnel into it, strapping the belts attached to it around her head to ensure she couldn’t eject it.
Grinning widely now, Raul moved up and holding the funnel erect, tipped the jug into it, spilling about a cup of water down her gullet. We all watched as, unable to do anything else, the beautiful young Polynesian girl, her whole body squirming deliciously now, swallowed the water.
She really was a delightful creature. Small and slender, she looked a lot younger than her eighteen years. Her skin was a beautiful café-au-lait colour and as smooth as satin and this combination made everyone that passed her reach out to stroke her velvet-smooth flesh and particularly her nicely formed but so soft breasts. Her face was angelic and her gleaming black hair as fine and straight as often typified the Polynesian race.
That face was anything but angelic now, though. It was screwed up in pain and as she contemplated her immediate future, terror. For she was going to suffer mightily as her belly was filled to capacity and then whipped.
Raul tipped another cupful into the funnel, holding its rim again so she couldn’t move her head and spill its contents before she had swallowed them all. With the funnel in her now widely open mouth, she couldn’t make any more than gurgling noises but as we watched, her body responded to the second cupful. Her beautiful young breasts quivered, the muscles in her belly writhed as did those on her thighs and her struggles showed them all off to a tee.
And again, Raul held the jug up to the funnel, depositing another cupful into her mouth. This went on until the whole two pints had been forced down her gullet and then he went to fill it again. Once more he started, tipping a cupful at a time into the funnel until her belly started to visibly swell. Over the next half hour he gave her two whole quarts of water and when he was done, she looked as if she was about to have a baby.
He ran his hands over her now well stretched skin, marvelling at the softness of the taut flesh to all of us who sat there, watching him torture the girl. Then John handed him the whip.
The one we used on these occasions was made from camel hair. There were hundreds of strands of the coarse fibre and these did no more than sting the flesh as they danced their merry path over it. This meant the punishment coul
d be extended almost indefinitely but as the treatment went on, the pain began to accumulate, turning her flesh into a fiery red palette.
The funnel had been removed when the last of the water had been ingested so that we could hear her moans and screams in full force and she gave vent to them now, pleading for release, both from her painful position over the rod and frame, and from the slow but incessant excitement of the dildos in her arse and cunt.
These were fulfilling a dual purpose now. First they were exciting her to climax after climax - orgasms she didn’t want and tried to resist; but second they were also acting as stoppers to prevent her urinating the water from her body. Her bladder was now becoming uncomfortably full of course and it would soon be time to fill her belly again to replace the water that had passed from it to her bladder.
In the meantime, Raul lashed the soft hairs of the whip down over the little hillock that was her normally flat and quite muscly belly and she continued to squirm deliciously as their accumulated pain got worse and worse.
We watched her belly closely of course. It would soon begin to go down and when it did, the funnel would be re-strapped to her mouth and another quart added to the contents of her stomach.
By now, her bladder was exerting another form of pain. She desperately wanted to go - and couldn’t. The pressure of the slow-moving dildo in her vagina prevented all but a few leaks to get past it.
She lasted sixty-five minutes and then she fainted. It was time to remove her from the machine...
Another favourite was a form of the ancient capstan, used in olden days to pull a ship’s anchor up out of the water or to haul the ship close to the wharf. This one was different however. It was mounted on a large shaft that was fixed between the deck and deck-head and boasted four square rods poking out from the four quadrants of the circle. These were set at different heights to accommodate slaves of different stature but all were attached to the collar that surrounded the upright shaft and which sat on a journal which could itself be lowered up and down the shaft.
