Jodie's Slaves Part Four - Sex Stories

Jodie's Slaves Part Four

... the sofa and gestured me into the chair. I sat and explained what I was doing on her doorstep. When I finished, she started laughing. Her laughter pissed me off, she was laughing at me, but I was in no position to protest right now. There were rules to this game. I knew them. She had taught them to me.

“Little Tramp is all grown up and wanting her own Hucow! It is so trite it is precious! Tell me, little Tramp, what will you do with the milk?” she asked.

“I have plans,” I answered vaguely.

“Umhm,” suddenly she was all business again, “You have plans for half. The other half belongs to me, payable daily until she has been flowing well for two months. I suppose you need equipment as well as drugs?”

I nodded and a smirk crossed her face.

“Six months from the day she begins to flow,” she amended.

“No,” I said. It would be six weeks before Barb’s milk could come in. Six months after that was too long. There was no way I was going to allow her to remain close to my girls for that length of time. I stood up and took a step toward the door. “I will pay the equipment rental in cash.”

She was off the couch and pinning me to the door before I knew it, her hand at my throat, the doorknob digging into my side.

“I am sorry, did you think I was open to counter offers? You will pay what I tell you to pay and for as long as I tell you to pay it or you will get nothing!” she hissed.

“Nothing then,” I choked out, “I will find my own way.”

She laughed at me and ...

... kissed me. I tried to turn my head away, but I seemed to be locked into a previous version of myself, a younger, frightened, weak version that I thought I had killed, but who was apparently just waiting for Tess’ touch to reawaken and paralyze me with fear. This had been such a mistake!

“Mmmmm, there’s my little tramp,” she murmured, “I thought you had gone away.”

Her fingers gripped my breast with bruising force and I winced, trying to back right through the wood of the door.

“Lucky for you she reappeared,” she grinned, pinching my nipple, “I am having a sale. My Tramp Special. You pay for the drugs and herbs. For six weeks from the start of her flow I get half the product, provided I supervise the first treatment personally and one pumping six weeks later to ensure the volumes are correct, Not that I think you would dare try to cheat me, but I want to meet the cow that has my Tramp so entranced that she would return to me. After that, we can renegotiate the equipment rental or part ways and you can find your own supplies.”

I didn’t like it, but I had expected something similar. It was how she operated when she thought she had the upper hand.

“Fine,” I agreed. She slapped me.

“What was that?”

“I agree, Madam,” I amended. She smiled and patted my cheek rather harder than was necessary to make her point.

“I thought you might. I ought to make you give me an orgasm to seal our deal, but my last hucow had decreased production and I took the difference in ...