Special: The Main Ingredient
“Are the maid-cunts ready?”
“Yes Sir,” nodded Beatrice, as the small group watched the helicopter descend to the pad. “I prepped seven of our best protocol virgins to attend to our guest’s needs, and 13 more in case she requests replacements or…”
Cyrus Savarkar waved his hand to shut the young sexretary up and walked towards the now landed helicopter. Two slavegirls in uniform rushed to the vehicle ahead of him to assist their guest get off.
“Miss DiFotze,” the portly man exclaimed with opened arms. The tall woman jumped out with a stern expression on her face, pulled three platin-blonde puppygirls out of the cabin and handed their leashes to one of the slavegirls.
“Mr Savarkar,” she greeted with the least friendly voice imaginable. She threw a quick glance at the coy looking sexretary standing next to him, and turned her attention to the huge facility rising behind the welcoming committee.
“So, this is where the magic happens, eh? The home of the world-famous
Stallion Milk!”
“Yes Ma’am,” the man responded deferentially. “We are incredibly honored by your visit. The staff is very excited too. They cannot wait to meet the illustrious Maria DiFotze, now our biggest shareholder.”
Beatrice pursed her lips. It was the first time she had seen her boss speak to a woman in such a respectful tone. Of course, Maria was not just a woman. She was the daughter of the richest man in the world, Hermann DiFotze, owner of countless mega corporations, and if the rumors to be believed, a few smaller nations on the map. He wasn’t Pussianan by birth, yet he owned most of the country and a decisive portion of its politicians anyway.
As a woman, Maria was an anomaly. Unlike her father, she had Pussianan citizenship through her mother, and she spent most of her time in the country. She lived her life in full throttle, partying non-stop, leaving a path of destruction behind her. She was always followed by a small private army of bodyguards and a baggage train of paparazzi, but she was also rumored to “go incognito slumming” from time to time. People often claimed to spot her crashing neighborhood parties, visiting so-called “garage-brothels,” and playing with cheap “lawn-whores.” Some even accused her and her inner circle of friends for organizing illegal raperaids in lower income areas.
Beatrice had no idea if any of that was true or not. Perhaps all that stuff was fabricated by the media to denigrate the strong-willed woman? Protected by her family’s money and clout, Maria was practically untouchable after all, and the only way to attack her was to write lies about her. Regardless, the sexretary could clearly see the effect the woman created around her. She looked, talked, and walked like a goddess. Even the fat fuck who treated all the females around him as cheap fuckmeat was magically transformed into a scared kitty in her presence.
Savarkar was not a total psycho like many others Beatrice served under, but he was not a nice man either. He raped her regularly, of course, and other bareneck femployees too, but Beatrice didn’t mind. Sexual relief was one of her functions clearly listed in her job description, and the man wasn’t a beater. He was often easily satisfied with a quick throating.
“This is Beatrice Jument, my personal ass-instant,” introduced the man suddenly, making the young sexretary jump in panic. “She prepared twenty virgins to attend to your needs during your visit. Please feel free to let her know if you require anything else. She’ll be more than happy to assist you in any way possible.”
“How do you do, ma’am?” she curtsied. Maria’s gaze barely touched her big hazel puppy eyes and moved on. This disappointed the sexretary. She felt silly for hoping to impress the woman with her "begging for blowjob" face.
“I don’t think I’ll stay that long,” she said and started to walk towards the facility. “I’m not interested in seeing a bunch of stallions mounting phantom-mares or being sucked off by machines. I just want to see my ‘donations’ in action.” She turned to Savarkar without breaking pace. “I trust you have already put them to use. The pictures you sent me looked a bit… how should I put it? Staged?”
“I assure you ma’am,” Savarkar answered hastily, “they are all in there, taking real cocks. Big ones… The biggest ones we have in our stables, actually. The photos were taken by our PR department. They probably tried to make the process look a bit more humane than it really is. Force of habit.”
“Very good,” said Maria. “The more inhuman the process is, the more satisfying it becomes.”
Something in the woman’s voice made Beatrice shiver. Was that how pure evil sounded like?
When the news about DiFotze buying the majority shares in the company broke a couple months ago, Beatrice was excited like the rest of the staff. The company wasn’t doing well at all at the time, constantly losing chunks of its small market share to its bigger competitors like Swiney’s and DoggieJizz, so when DiFotzes decided to pour their endless money into their coffers, everybody was relieved.
Beatrice didn’t think this would change anything at first. Immediately after the move, DiFotzes started to make unusual demands. One of the most important ones was creating a special product line that implemented real women as “jump-mares,” instead of the usual mechanized phantom sperm-extractors. The new product was to be called “All-Natural StallionMilk” and marketed as such, the main ingredient fully extracted by use of slavegirls.
Of course, the process was far from being “natural.” First and foremost, it was slow, inefficient, and difficult to implement. But also, anybody with half a brain could predict that it would create extra costs because of the high AFT rates and rapid turnover of broodmares. Regardless, the stallions seemed to like the girls better than the phantom mounts.
Difotzes didn’t just pump money into the operation, but also provided some ‘material support’ as well. The first batch of fuckmeat for the new section was sent by Maria DiFotze herself. Some staff members immediately recognized former friends and foes of the infamous socialite among the arriving slaves, which perpetuated the rumor that Maria was using the StallionMilk program to punish females who wronged her in the past.
Beatrice didn’t give any credence to that rumor at all… Not until she heard the cold disdain in the woman’s voice just a moment ago.
“We built a special facility for ‘natural extraction’ of the main component,” explained Savarkar as they turned the corner and a rustic looking two-storey building was revealed. The sign above the gate read “DiFotze Ranch.” The man looked into the woman’s eyes carefully to see if Maria was pleased, but she appeared completely unimpressed by the naming gesture. “We made it look like old-school stables, with wooden panels, dirt floor, classic jugs, all that stuff you requested. We also built a small field hospital for the broodmares. The process takes quite a toll on their bodies. We treat them over there when they are rendered unfuckable.” He stopped when a slight frown appeared on Maria’s face. “I hope you don’t have a problem with that.”
“No,” she replied after thinking for a few seconds. “I trust you put them back in jump-mare duty as soon as their holes are restored?”
“Of course,” Savarkar grinned. “We never waste viable fuckmeat here.” He slapped Beatrice on the butt. She forced a smile.
They arrived at the entrance of the special stables. the sexretary perked up and took a deep breath. She had played an active role in the process of creating this new section of the facility, but she had never visited it in person. The impressions relayed by the femployees who had seen it were always scary, so she expected to see hell beyond those big wooden doors.
Uniformed slavegirls opened the gates for the visitors to enter. A cacophony of muffled screams and moans welcomed the group immediately. Apart from that terrifying detail, the place looked normal, like a classic stable as Savarkar described. A wide, seemingly endless corridor divided the building into two, with spacious wooden stalls lining up on either side. The foreman welcomed them at the gate and led them to one of the stalls.
Beatrice froze in shock. Eyewitness stories weren’t exaggerated at all. If anything, they didn’t reflect the real horror these poor women were facing.
The first thing the sexretary saw as soon as they arrived was a heavily bruised round bottom glowing with purplish red color. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the gaping orifice, filled to the brim with viscous white stuff. Cum flowed down her legs into a sack, which funneled it into a metal jug beneath her tied legs. The poor mare’s fuckhole was barely recognizable. It took the young sexretary a few seconds to understand which orifice she was looking at.
“We prefer assrapes,” explained the foreman as he circled the naked woman tightly bound onto a metal frame that provided easy assess to her genital area. “Jump-mares last longer that way. AFT rates increase dramatically if the primary is utilized.”
“Very good,” said Maria and walked around to look at the heavily raped woman’s face.
“Ah!” she smiled. “Hello, Leena. Long time no see.” This made the bound woman shudder. Beatrice couldn’t see the captive's face from where she was standing, but she could see the poor woman violently struggle against her restraints. She also muttered something nasty into her oversized gag, but that desperate act only widened Maria’s victorious grin.
The rumors were true. These women were not just jump-mares whose sole function was to extract horse semen.
They were Maria DiFotze’s enemies being punished for some slight.
“A former acquaintance of mine,” she giggled when Savarkar looked at her with questioning eyes. Apparently even the boss wasn’t aware of the true purpose of this program. She turned to the foreman, ignoring the effect of the revelation created among the group. “I understand this one was utilized recently. How long do you have to wait before she can be raped again?”
“Two hours, sometimes three,” replied the man. We have to drain her fully first. Then we apply the necessary ointments to the fuckhole for quick recuperation, inject her with stimulants…If our resident fem-vets greenlight it, we bring in another stallion and repeat the process. One jump-mare can extract 6 full loads a day on average. Up to 8, if we don’t let them sleep. Roughly a liter.”
“Wonderful!” exclaimed DiFotze. That haughty, indifferent bitch-face she had when she arrived was now gone. Her blue eyes glowed with infernal joy. “I guess Leena here will be taking a break now. Can I see another one in action?”
“Of course”, said the man, “please follow me.”
They passed a number of stalls which contained one or two women each, some recently well-pounded and oozing semen, some being prepped to be mounted soon. They finally arrived at a two-girl stall where a black stallion was getting ready to meet his bride for the day. He faced a tough choice. On the left side lay a young redhead, with short hair, slender body, and big fearful eyes. Next to her lay an athletic beauty with raven hair that matched the groom’s mane. Both were heavily restrained and tied down on a metal frame with leather-covered attachments for the big boy to rest his forelegs on.
“Perfect!” exclaimed Maria when she recognized the duo. The two recognized her back. Just like Leena, they struggled in their unforgiving fuckframes and shouted unintelligible cursewords into their gags.
“May I present Excavator, one of our best,” introduced the man proudly and pointed at the slender redhead. “He was about to mount number 67 here. She is a very g-”
“No!” interrupted Maria. “This one. I want him to rape this one.”
“I’m sorry, but she’s still recuperating,” the foreman said. “She took a big one only 20 minutes ago. We just finished draining her, so…”
“I don’t care,” said Maria. “I want that monster mount this one and fuck her as violently as possible.”
The foreman turned to Savarkar in confusion. “But she could-”
“Don’t worry about her,” Maria assured. “You’ll have 160 more broodmares before the stud is finished with this worthless cunt. The trucks are on their way.”
This news made Savarkar smile. He nodded to the foreman, who commanded his men to redirect Excavator toward the raven haired woman. Beatrice looked at the poor thing in the eyes, expecting to see terror and despair. Instead, she saw pure hatred and no tears.
“This is great,” said Maria as the horse climbed over the frame and penetrated the restrained young woman with the help of his handlers. She then turned and scanned the accompanying group. “You, the ass-instant,” she said after a brief evaluation, pointing at Beatrice. “Come here and get down on your knees. You’ll lick my pussy while I’m enjoying this spectacle.”
“Yes ma’am,” she replied coyly. “It will be my pleasure.”
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