Bred for Better things (closed for Tx_Liquor)

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Val leaned in for Jane’s whispered words and raised her eyebrows with interest, “I never got to see Frozen 2, so I would like that a lot actually.” Smiling, she thought to herself how nice it was to have someone kind like Jane with her during this time. Val didn’t feel lonely like she thought she would, likely because of the good company.

She followed the girl as she unexpectedly led her to the edge of the garden, looking around when she mentioned Tony and Sakura. On this nice day devoted to stretching her legs, she really didn’t want to see either of them, neither the dramatic woman nor the naive father of her child.

“Yes, let’s go. To the crypt? People probably don’t go there a lot, right?” She wondered if Jane might be spooked by that place, having never been there, but she figured if her attendant started looking uncomfortable, they could always just visit the kitchens or something-anywhere the Thornhills weren’t was a place to which she would be happy to go.

 

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Jane looked excited, "I've never been. But, if you're going I'll try!" she looked both eager and scared. Her hand was like ice in Val's as they walked, not as quickly as they had to the rose garden.

Already Tony and Sakura could be heard laughing and cooing as they carried on. At least until there was enough distance between the two pairs. The Crypt itself was huge, with a large stone angel atop and iron bars across the doors. They weren't locked so much as heavy, rusty, and grown over with vines.

Despite the appearance they could be opened with a little effort and beyond was a marble and cement room with stairs leading further down. "I heard seven generations of Thornhills are buried here, but that sounds like a lot. I'd be the oldest person down here is a great-great grandfather." She counted on her fingers, "So, like four."

 

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“Well, if you start feeling uncomfortable, just let me know, okay? I’m not so invested that I would be disappointed if we just poked our heads in and left.” Cal mentioned as they walked, holding hands as Jane showed her the way. She noticed how cold her hands were and wondered if she simply got cold easily or if she was nervous. Val’s hands almost always seemed to be warm, so she hoped her hand might warm her up a bit.

Despite not wanting to see him, she couldn’t help but think of how quickly he transitioned from herself to Sakura. It was a bit satisfying to almost have physical proof that his words of “I love you.” And “you’re mine.” were just as empty as the hollow chocolate Santas her dad used to put in her stocking. If Sakura wanted to use him for her own gain, more power to her. If she truly did like and want Tony, then perhaps she would get her wish and become pregnant with his child also.
After all, it seemed like Sakura was a woman the Thornhills were intent on keeping.

Val looked up at the crypt when they arrived, thinking to herself that it certainly fit the bill. It was large, intimidating, and yet it had a quiet eeriness to it. She followed Jane inside and listened as she spoke. “Ha! Well the Thornhills definitely like to seem like old money, don’t they?” She chuckled, liking the way their voices echoed in the marble room. At this point, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to go deeper, but she was a bit intrigued.

“It’s almost creepy how peaceful it is in here.” Val mentioned, shivering. The stone and marble seemed to keep the room fairly cool, giving Val some goosebumps. “Would you be comfortable going deeper?”

 

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"I'm following you, if you want to go deeper I really don't have a choice in the matter." said Jane. It was clear she wasn't eager to go down, but she looked at the way as if curious to continue.

The lower level was deep, and looked like something from a movie set. Arched tunnels labeled with names besides just Thornhill were carved above each arch. Down each hall was a stone that marked entombed the ancestor buried in the walls.

"It's like a big family tree drawing." Jane said looking at the walls, but not daring to move ahead of Val.

 

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Val stopped, “You do have a choice. I know you are supposed to stick to me like glue, but if you’re uncomfortable, then going further isn’t worth it to me. I’d rather go to the kitchens in that case. If you’re too uncomfortable, let me know.” She wasn’t sure Jane would still speak up if she had reservations, so Val resolved to keep the visit short.

She chuckled, “it is. What do you want to bet that I’m actually Tony’s long-lost sister?” The thought of that made her laugh, the sound echoing in the crypt in a creepy manner. She gulped and looked at Jane, “Jesus, even laughs sound spooky down here. I think I’m about ready to go back, especially since I don’t know how far out the crypt goes. If we go outside the designated area with our bracelets, you would be the one suffering for it, and I’d rather not give them the opportunity.

Reaching out, she took Jane’s hand and turned, leading her toward the entrance. There was going to be a staircase and she wasn’t looking forward to it, but it was better than being in such a creepy place.

 

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Jane let herself be taken back, knowing that she would suffer for both of them. Still it was nice that someone was thinking about her for a change. They went back up the stairs and straight into the path of an armed guard. He was clearly waiting for the the two young women to emerge.

"Did you two find what you were looking for?" His tone and his wandering eyes made it seem as if Jane and Val were having sex in the crypt. As if Jane was old enough to do anything sexual yet.

"We were just exploring the family history." Jane said, taking Val's hand and moving to walk past the guard. He snatched her arm at the elbow, hard, and forced Jane to stop walking.

Leaning in he growled, "I'll be exploring some family history soon. Don't forget."

Jane ignored him and moved to pull Val along and leave quickly.

 

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It took Val a moment or two to realize what he was insinuating, being that Val didn’t think of Jane as a romantic partner due to her age. Once she did, though, she shook her head; she hated that every time someone saw herself or Jane, all they saw was a female ripe for taking.

Val looked at the guard as he grabbed Jane’s arm and glared. She wanted to say something or kick the everliving shit out of him, but that would probably do more harm than good in regards to herself and Jane. Being pregnant, she wasn’t in any shape for fighting, and venomous words might cause Jane to be punished or might inspire the guard to target Jane more than he already was. With great difficulty she swallowed her words and allowed Jane to pull her away from the guard.

They continued walking until they reached the kitchens, Val too angry to really say anything along the way. Once they were there, she turned to Jane and hugged her. “I’m sorry.” It was an acknowledgement of her situation; it wasn’t as much pity as it was empathy. Val knew what she would go through as she had lived through it herself. Nothing she did would change that for Jane, and all she could do was try to make Jane’s time as a handmaid wasn’t rife with misery like the rest of her life would soon be.

 

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Jane hugged Val back, saying nothing. After all, there wasn't much to say. They both knew the world they lived in now. And as the weeks and months went by, soon Val was starting to truly show.

As she moved into her second trimester, Sakura finally became pregnant as well. She, however, chose to stay with Tony doing all she could to please him, including letting Tony make videos of her being shared with his friends. It was as if she were proud of it. Meanwhile Jane became more and more of a friend to Val, sharing movies and music when she could. Even Audio books and short stories she wrote herself.

To the Doctor's surprise it appeared Val would be having twins, which pleased Mr. Thornhill immensely. One boy and one girl, just as she was born so it seemed would she give birth. The Master of the house lavished Val with gifts and decreed no one was to lay with her to cause any upset or stress on the "two miracles" now being protected through Val, by proxy.

Now she was just a few short months from delivering, and just about anything Val asked for was granted. This particular morning Mistress Nox arrived with a brunch plate for Val and Jane with three different fresh squeezed juices. "Is there anything more you need, Miss Val." the woman's tone was cold as ice, not liking that all power over Valentine had been stripped away. To the Thornhills this woman was too valuable to spare Nox's ego.

 

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Hearing the knees of Sakura’s pregnancy barely made her blink. It was a given that the woman would eventually milk his cock enough to bear his child. The naive young man was probably infatuated with her by now with her excitement and pride. Val didn’t like to be judgmental, but She couldn’t help but be a bit disgusted with how fake she seemed.

Her love of Bobbi had been slowly fading. It had been about 7 months, and not an email had revealed itself. Val didn’t even know if she was still in America. She also thought about Kiko from time to time, wondering how she was doing.

When she had been informed about the twins, she had been surprised herself. It was true that twins ran in her family, but she thought her body wouldn’t have supported two children what with the brutal night she had spent as Mr. Thornhill’s product model. It would seem that her body was either very resilient or very stubborn. Either way, part of her disliked the fact that she was bringing not one, but two children into this godforsaken world.

Being showered with gifts wasn’t what she wanted; they just seemed like a symptom of Mr. Thornhill’s own excitement being expressed whether she requested things or not. No doubt he was overjoyed that his investment, coupled with his son’s sperm was going to give him a large return when he sold her.

“No, ma’am. Thank you.” Val replied politely, nodding her head. in a few short months she would give birth and leave this place to be fucked by some fop, but Jane would remain. Should she press Nox’s buttons, there would be no way to prevent her from taking out her frustrations on Jane when she was gone. Val hopes that remaining respectful would lay the groundwork for Jane to have an easier time. After all, Jane had become a close friend and she couldn’t bear the thought of her being hurt or abused.

 

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With a pleased expression Nox left, and Jane started plating the food. "Are you okay? You've been down more than usual these days. I see you leave the computer more and more disappointed." It was clear Jane was digging for information, but so far she'd proven herself trust worthy.

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Later that month, as she neared her delivery, Val was summoned to see Mrs. Thornhill in the drawing room. It was late at night, and Mrs. Throhill was wearing one of her sexy lace robs that was more decoration than garment. Wine in one hand and her own pussy in the other she smiled when Val came in.

"Good evening, Valley Girl." She set the wine down and licked her lips moving to the sofa. "Come sit. My husband is on his way. He doesn't want to miss this." She grinned wickedly and waited for Val to join her on the sofa.

It wasn't long before Mr. Thronhill came in, professional camera on his shoulder and his robe unable to hid his erection. The meaty knife stabbed clean through the folds of his robe and bobbed as he moved, filming and framing Val and his wife.

Mrs. Thornhill patted the sofa, waiting for Val to join her. "Don't worry. I'm not going to bite you." But it was clear she wanted something from Val and her husband was going to catch it all on video.

 

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Val looked at her long and hard for a few moments, contemplating whether she should disclose that information to Jane. However, part of her felt like it didn’t matter anymore. She sighed, “when I was caught and brought in to the pens, I met a woman named Bobbi. She seemed so confident, mature, sexy, and I really liked her. She seemed to be the only person who cared about me or my body, and I fell for her in my short time there.”

She shook her head with a morose expression, “she told me to create an email and that she would email me and we would at least remain in contacts that way. But... I haven’t ever heard a response.” Val didn’t know whether it had really hit her hard or she was being impacted by hormones, but she started crying and leaned against Jane’s shoulder. She cried until she had no more tears, and from that day forward, she started checking her email less and less, ending in only checking it once a week.

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When she got the summons, Val wasn’t expecting anything sexual, so when she walked in to see Mrs. Thornhill in her sexy robe, she didn’t think too much of it at first. To her, it was just Mrs. Thornhill being perverted as usual, maybe gearing up to have a nice night with her husband.

Her eyes narrowed when she was called, “Valley Girl.” She had to admit it was a clever variation, but she didn’t like the familiarity it indicated. Sitting on the couch next to her wasn’t something she really wanted to do, but slowly walked forward so that she was at least standing within a meter of the sofa. What didn’t he want to miss? Why did she have a bad feeling in her gut?

Soon, she saw him enter, clearly excited for the evening’s festivities, whatever they were. At this point she wasn’t naive enough to think that this was an innocent meeting; they wanted something sexual from her even with her large, pregnant belly. It had been a while since she had seen his cock, and it was still as thick and long as ever.

The camera made her edgy and nervous, but she sat at the very edge of the couch as though she was ready to get up at a moment’s notice. “Making a documentary on pregnant women and how they don’t like being summoned randomly by scantily clad people?”

 

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Mr. Thronhill laughed at Val's comment, "Oh, the mouth on this one. I'd love to feed HER something."

Mrs. Thronhill however just moved closer and started to expose one of Val's ripe breasts. "Now, now. There will be none of that until after the babies are born." Twisting and squeezing Val knew right away that Mrs. Thornhill was trying to make her breasts release the milk that the children were meant to take in. Her delivery was within days and her body was in the final stages of preparation.

"There we are." The older woman said, as she finally got pearls of milk from Val's nipple. Mr. Thornhill moved in to get a close up of this on camera. Mrs. Thronhill looked up at Val and smiled, "It's like a dress rehearsal before the big night."

With that Mrs. Thronhill leaned in and suckled Val's breast, taking the nipple deep in her mouth and pulling the milk out of Val and down her own throat. Seeing this Mr. Thronhill groaned in desire and lust. "Oh, fuck, that's hot." But it seemed Mrs. Thronhill wasn't just doing this for the camera as she continued to suck away at Val's tit with no regard for the young woman's dignity.

 

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Val watched as Mrs. Thornhill squeezed and pinched her nipples, utterly shocked at what she now realized was coming. The touch of the woman’s nimble fingers not only coaxed out her milk, but also made her nipples hard and sensitive. She honestly didn’t know how to react to this, speechless as the woman reached her goal.

While it technically was the same act, there would be a vast difference between the two occurrences. One would be providing sustenance to her children, and the other would be the voracious sexual consumption of her milk.

A shudder went through her body as the woman latched onto her breast, her mouth sucking gently but insistently upon her nipple. She could feel the milk being pulled from her breast and it honestly felt good; her body liked that she was getting the chance to express some of her breast milk. Every now and then Mrs. Thornhill would suck harder or lick over her nipple, sending tingles of pleasure through Val.

To her shame, the act was getting her a bit aroused, a small wet spot on her panties. She was wearing a red dress that day and noticed now that it had ridden up a bit to expose her crotch. Quickly, she grabbed her dress and pushed it down to cover herself once more. The idea of Mr. Thornhill catching all of this on film making her feel a bit humiliated.

If this was one of their kinks, then she dreaded to think about her life after the birth. Likely they would take her into their room and feed on her both literally and sexually. Tony probably already got a taste of Sakura’s milk, so she didn’t anticipate him wanting a sip in addition to his two deviant parents.

“Are you done yet? I’m not an all you can eat buffet, you know.” She grumbled, her cheeks red as she looked away from the camera.

 

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If Mrs. Thornhill heard Val, she didn't respond and just kept sucking away. Swallow after swallow of the young girl's milk down her throat. Mr. Thronhill moved behind his wife and shifted her dress, then his cock and finally pressed into her. The older woman hummed in pleasure, her face pressing against Val's breast for a moment.

As her husband gently pumped into and out of her, Mrs. Thornhill stopped and moved to suck the other nipple. "But you are, all I can eat. I'm going to lick that pregnant pussy next." She paused, chin to her shoulder telling Mr. Thronhill, "I want both of you inside me. Your cum." To Val, "Your milk. I want to take you both deep into me." And with that she started to suck Val's other breast, releasing the pressure of all that milk one gulp at a time.

Mr. Thronhill moved the camera to capture Val's face, even as she turned away, "We're both going to be inside my wife. You're inside my wife right now. You know that, right? Some of you is in her!" He shuddered as he came close to climax and wasn't going to be lasting much longer with all the talk of milk and jizz about to be in Mrs. Thronhill at the same time.

 

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Actually... she wondered if they were trying to get some from her in preparation of her being sold. After all, having twins made her a high-priced item, even if one of the children was a boy. The other woman had been kept by herself for a month before they sold her, so she assumed that it would be the same for her. Technically speaking, they could simply sell her children and their new families could bottle-feed, but it seemed like they preferred not to separate the mothers from their children. Val didn't expect that she would be treated any differently, especially since Mrs. Thornhill seemed to have indicated that she wanted to sell Val to a friend "second-hand."

She was brought back from her thoughts by Mrs. Thornhill's face pressing deeply into her breast for a moment. Looking up, she could tell that she was now being fucked by her husband as he filmed from behind. When she was told about the woman's future plans for her own tongue, Val made a face, not wanting to allow Mrs. Thornhill between her legs again. She knew that the woman had the tongue of a succubus, and that she wouldn't be able to keep herself from cumming hard from the sexy flicks and swirls of it. That was going to be bad enough without the camera catching every time she moaned out with pleasure.

Her eyes widened as Mrs. Thornhill talked about being filled by each of them, and Val shook her head in shock. It was true, her breast milk was certainly splashing into her mouth and down her throat, not unlike Mr. Thornhill's cum bursting into her pussy. An argument could be made that she needed that milk, but she knew her body would have her breasts filled back up in short order.

He had caught an expression of reluctant pleasure from Val as the milk was drained from her other breast, even if was a side-shot of her face. The pressure being relieved was pleasurable in of itself, but the woman's mouth continued to tease her. His words were met with her squeezing her eyes shut and panting, a few more drops of her nectar dripping into her panties. She cursed her own body, craving the touch of another person despite the fact that she was already pregnant.

"Get that fucking camera out of my face, Thornhill," she growled, reaching behind herself to grab a cushion. Finding one, she used it to block her face from the one-eyed peep-machine.

 

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Her actions only seemed to encourage the man of the house. "Oh, she's shy!" And his wife responded with hums of agreement, drinking back ounce after ounce of breast milk. "Oh, baby! I'm going to cum!"

Mrs. Thornhill hummed her approval an sucked harder on Val's tit. Finally Mr. Thornhill shoved forward, forcing his wife to press her hands against Val's shoulder and hip, her mouth smashed against Val's breast. Her lips were pumped against Val's tit, milk being pulled greedily as Mr. Thornhill pumped load after load into his barren wife.

"Oh Fuck!!" He finally shouted and fell back. Val could feel Mrs. Thornhill push back a bit and swallow two more servings.

Mrs. Thornhill kissed the dribbling nipple saying, "Oh, thank you, Valley Girl. You taste so good!" Then her she started moving south, kissing Val's ribs, belly, pelvis and finally - her hip.

"Victor!" Shouted Mr. Thornhill.

Mrs. Thornhill let her tongue wash over Val's pussy, tasting all the sweet nectar her body had created against her will. She hummed her delight, then licked deeper. A kiss to Val's cunt and without any delay she dove in with her tongue reaching and caressing every inner fold as if still hungry.

Mr. Thornhill said, "Film this. All of it. Don't you dare take that cock out of your pants. Just film." And leaving his security guard with the camera he limped out to recovery elsewhere.

 

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"Fuck off... I'm not shy..." she grumbled from her hiding spot.

She could only hear and feel their vigorous fucking as she hid behind the pillow, wanting to crawl away back to her room. Both her own and Mr. Thornhill's intimate fluids were quickly rushing into Mrs. Thornhill, filling her up with each of their different creams. Val hoped that she had forgotten her promise to taste Val between her legs, but alas, she soon felt the woman traveling down her body slowly.

She hadn't given the woman a response to her thanks, not wanting to dignify it with an answer right now. Mrs. Thornhill was not "welcome" nor was it "no problem." The nickname annoyed her greatly, the name making her sound like she was some bimbo.

It wasn't as though Val was really in a position to even try to push her away. Her big, pregnant belly almost made her like a turtle pushed onto its shell, helpless to the birds who came to prey on its succulent flesh. Her hands couldn't even hardly reach around her belly, let alone prevent that pretty face from invading her lower regions.

She couldn't hold back a moan as Mrs. Thornhill started to lick over her sensitive folds, her hips unable to stay still from the tantalizing touch of her tongue. Her big belly blocked her view of the woman sucking and licking her cunt, but that almost made the sensations more intense. The woman's efforts were coaxing more aroused juices to flow, as well as her own body to get warmer.

His shout made her jump, but she soon realized that he was just getting a replacement camera man. Apparently, the exertion of the evening was too much for him, making him retire somewhere else. Maybe he was going to go right to sleep, snoring and dreaming of all the women he was going to fuck in the future.

Val hid from Victor, still using the pillow as a shield to preserve her own dignity. Behind it, her face was tensed in pleasure, not wanting to admit it, but feeling tremendously pleasured from the other woman's oral expertise.

 

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Mrs. Thronhill pushed two fingers into Val, knowing exactly were a woman wants them to be. She found that A-Spot and started to massage it while still spelling her own name on Val's clit with her tongue. She was skilled in giving a woman pleasure, probably learned through all the women who had given her an orgasm, but now it seemed she was not going to settle for less.

"Come on my tongue." The older woman commanded, then pressed her lips against Val's pussy.

The man filming groaned quietly, probably not wanting to be heard on the camera but his huffing and puffing told Val, still unable to watch what was going on, that he was probably stroking his dick like a teenager who didn't want to get caught.

 

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"No... I..." Val tried to protest, but she couldn't stop moaning when the other woman fingered her with such masterful movements. She couldn't hold the pillow up anymore, dropping it as she writhed from the intense feeling of Mrs. Thornhill's fingers and tongue. Her hands gripped the back and arm of the couch, hating that the camera was catching the shameful pleasure of the experience.

When the sultry woman commanded her to submit, Val didn't have a choice. It had been so long since her body had orgasmed, it craved it, wanted it with all of her being even if Val wasn't happy with it. Her hips suddenly bucked with the woman latched on tight, Val crying out in ecstasy as she came hard, her juices spilling from her pussy like a good little slut.

She panted, her legs trembling as she waited to be dismissed.

 

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Mrs. Thornhill hummed her pleasure as she drank all Val's body gave her. Sucking and licking, her fingers found Val's nipples and mashed her breasts, pinching hard to get some milk to shoot out. It was all for the camera.

The man holding it grunted and moved to let his seed shoot out across Val's pretty face. Four large ropes of hot jizz lashed her mouth and across her nose as the camera man cursed and gasped. "Oh... oh." He said, stepping back to the ending on camera.

Mrs. Thornhill licked Val clean then smiled as she sat up. "Very nice, Valley girl. Everything from you tastes so good." She kissed Val's pussy goodbye and stood to leave. The camera man stayed, all the while recording Val as she lay there, even as she stood and continued to follow as if anything she were doing needed to be caught on film.

 

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She whimpered at the feeling of the milk spraying out of her sensitive breasts, not liking this production of “Val’s pregnant orgasm.” Her face became shocked and disgusted as the cameraman’s semen splashed across her face, her face flinching from each of his thick ropes. She now laid there with cum on her face, milk all over her, and her own juices in between her legs.

“Just leave me alone...” Val muttered as Mrs. Thornhill kissed her pussy gently. She watched the woman leave, sighing and standing up herself. When she found that the cameraman was following her, she turned to glare at him.

“You too. You got what you wanted, right? So go the fuck away.” She waved her hand at him angrily and walked away, biting her lip to keep herself from either crying or attacking him, the hormones running rampant within her. She stepped out of the room and walked down the hallway, straightening up her dress as best she could.

 

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The camera man still followed Val for a shirt while. When pressed he would just shrug, as if to imply it wasn't his decision to keep recording or when to stop. He followed her to her room where, by standing order, he wasn't allowed in. Once the door was closed he'd have no choice but to stop.

Jane saw Val and jumped up immediately, "Oh, dear. Do you need me to start you a hot shower?"

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A few days after, a breast pump was delivered to Val's room. Ms Nox explained, "You're expected to fill as much as you can as often as you can. Next month you are scheduled for an operation to birth the twins. If you need help milking your tits I'm sure Jane can assist you."

Nox, who came in and left as she pleased, looked the room over. "Are you in need of anything to make your stay more comfortable? You will need your strength in the next few weeks."

 

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Val sniffled, "Yes, Jane. That would be wonderful, thank you." She soon slipped into the waiting shower, washing off the cum from her face and the sticky nectar that coated her thighs. After she was clean, she simply stood there, letting the hot water run over her and thinking of nothing else.

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She accepted the pump from Nox with a look of confusion. "Okay... I have no problem doing that, but if you don't mind me asking, why are we collecting so much of my milk? Are they selling it or keeping it for the Thornhill's to drink? Because I'm certain I can produce more than enough for the babies once they're born."

Val inspected the pump, seeing that it was seemingly straight-forward. She kept her thoughts about the birth to herself. It was her assumption that she would simply give birth vaginally as women normally do. However, she figured that maybe they didn't want her to have any tears during the birth, rendering her unable to have sex until she was healed up. While an incision would also take time to heal, it would be much quicker than the healing would be between her legs.

Maybe they were going to rush her sale date to right after her twins were delivered, shipping her off to someone who already had dibs on the young woman. Her mind briefly went to Tony, and she had to keep herself from smirking. If her feelings could be summed up in one sentence, the sentence would be: "Ha! Suck it, Tony."

She realized Nox had asked her a question and she shook her head to come back out of her thoughts. "Sorry, I got distracted. Um...Is there any way I can get a haircut? My hair has grown out a lot these past couple months... and I hate it." Val took a lock of her brown hair in her hand and frowned. She disliked that long hair was associated with femininity and that it was her feminine nature that kept her enslaved.

 

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Nox explained "You're to pump because it's not expected that you'll be feeding the children. For the next few days you're expected to produce the same quality that," She paused, as if she hated to say the words she was about to, "The Thornhills deemed exceptional. You will pump for the next four day, the operation scheduled, then in recovery you will pump for the remaining six weeks. You are to be untouched during this period."

Nox shrugged, "There may be times when you're expected to nurse your own children, but that is irrelevant. Seven weeks from now you'll be ready to breed again." Nox smiled, "Won' t that be nice!"

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It was a Nox said. As Harmony was just hours before delivery she was taken, with guards, to a room in the house where doctors could cut her open and take out the twins. Val wasn't allowed to see them, nor was she allowed to nurse them.

For the next month her only job was the pump out as much breast milk as she could for the babies she wouldn't see. She was considered off-limits to anyone while she healed. This also allowed her some level of free reign if she wished to push the issue. While still not allowed to leave or in various areas where she could hurt herself or others, no one stopped her from taking or doing what she wished - including the computers.

Someone emailed one of her accounts weeks before saying; "Looking for my Valentine. Working my way up that corporate ladder one Brian Jacob at a time. Hope you can tell me where I'm to go soon. LAST time I heard your NAME was weeks ago. Missing you and hoping you well. -Roberta

 

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She had been shocked at Nox's words. Why wouldn't she feed her children directly? Were they going to be sold separately? And for what reason? Didn't the Thornhill's sell them as sets? Her head spun and she didn't quite know how to respond, the woman's final jab barely registering.

Not that she was necessarily too attached to her children, considering they were born of Tony's incessant sex, but she wanted to get out of this place.

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When she had checked the email a week later, her heart had practically beat out of her chest, the feelings for Bobbi somehow being revived with such a short email. She had eagerly typed back:

Valentine? Can't say I know anyone by that name, except for a woman named Val Reedsport who works in my office. I'll let her know you were inquiring. I'm very happy to hear from you, though, and hope at some-point our schedules will align. I think the last time I saw you was when we were advertising the rights to the new Silver Mine near the Thornhill estate. Anyway, I miss you as well and hope that the days are kind to you as well. - Mr. Kiko

Afterwards, the high from receiving that letter got her through the operation and the pain of having her children taken. Soon she found herself recovering, spending time with Jane, and getting stronger each day. She didn't know what the future held, but at least Bobbi was alive and safe.