Chapter 4

That night revealed something to me. As I was getting dressed, watched by naked Jessie, who was glowing somehow, I realised that I did love, well, everyone here, but especially the women, and that in consequence I needed to take responsibility for them. Jessie’s eyes widened as I took my Glock from a drawer in its holster, and buckled the web belt around my waist. I waved to her to precede me through the door on the way to the kitchen.

Sparky followed his ladies into the kitchen from the parlour as we entered, and his eyes locked on the weapon at my waist.

“Something you need to tell me, boss?”

“Later, Sparky.”

We made a good breakfast, during which Buttercup, Gertie and Clarabelle came in from the parlour. They took a good look at Jessie before sitting, and grinned at her.

“You look happy, Jessie,” Gertie teased.

Jessie, though, just sat up straight and replied, “Very happy. Very very happy. Thank you all. I’m ... I’m home.”

I finished my breakfast and stood. “I’m going to the parlour so Jake can have his breakfast.”

“I will come too,” Jessie stated. “I need to have the machine work on me.”

Before I left, though, I made a point of going to ‘my’ girls, each in turn, to kiss them. I think I left three girls happy. Jake was just finishing applying the cups to Dottie, Blossom and Delilah.

“I’ll take over, if you like, Jake, and you can have some breakfast.”

He laughed. “You townie! I had breakfast a couple of hours ago! But I wouldn’t mind havin’ a cuppa. Thanks.” He looked me up and down. “A gun?”

“Seemed a good idea when I got up, Jake. Sparky and I both have our personal firearms. I realised I needed to be prepared in case of outside threats.”

He nodded. “All we have here is a double-barrel and a two-two rifle for vermin. But you’ve got a good idea, sir.”

He left as I was fitting the girls with vibrators, and got Jessie settled in place with a machine sucking away. I noted the time. There were only about five minutes left for the other women, so I didn’t fuck any of them, just released Jessie after five minutes, then the others in turn.

I went through the procedures with the four of them, and waited for the last group, the older women. Jessie snuggled against me.

“I’m not going to monopolise you, sir, but I really like this.”

When Molly led Nettie and Flower into the parlour, Jessie detached herself, gave me a kiss on the cheek, and left.

“It’s Flower’s turn this morning, if you’re up for it, sir,” Molly was clearly the leader of her group.

“Oh, I think I can manage, Molly, thank you.”

As I’ve said before, big tits don’t turn me on, but I have to say I enjoyed the few minutes it took to cleanse them. I duly got them started milking, applied vibrators to Molly and Nettie, and found Flower to be flooding and very ready for penetration. It took me several minutes longer to come than it did for the milking to finish, so Molly and Nettie finished off and tidied up after themselves, including sanitising the milking cups. But I did finish and got a nice kiss from Flower before they left.

Back in the kitchen, Jake was taking his time over a cup of something hot and black.

“Coffee?”

He looked over at me. “Nah, chicory. It’s not a bad substitute. A bit sweeter.”

“I got several bottles,” Sarah put in, “so if you like it there shouldn’t be a supply problem. The last lot of coffee was ridiculously expensive, and they said in the shop that there was no more in the pipeline.”

“Yes, please,” I said to Sarah. “May as well give it a whirl. Back in a jiff.” I left the kitchen, looking for Sparky, whom I found in the lounge with Daisy snuggled in his lap, and Bess and Penny one each side of him, leaning in. “Sparky, come to the kitchen for a minute, will you?”

“Sure, boss. Sorry, girls. I’ll be back.”

He followed me to the kitchen, where Sarah handed me a mug full of hot, black, liquid. She took one look at Sparky and went to produce another. We sat together, facing Jake.

“We used to provide milk-maids to big houses where that was desired. In those days there was some protection for the women. Since the Wars, though, it’s got so I don’t trust people much. Men, that is. And the Police, well, there aren’t enough of them and they’re short of fuel for patrols. I had a call yesterday from someone who wanted to buy a milk-maid. I know he had one, and I wasn’t convinced with his account about why he needed a replacement, so I said we needed all our milkers here, which we do. I don’t know if there might be a problem with him but certainly there’s potential for problems anyway.”

“My weapons are clean, boss, and I’ll start carrying a Glock, too,” Sparky put in.

“Good enough. I didn’t know why I felt the need to carry a sidearm. But we’ll be on the qui vivre now, won’t we?”

Several days passed, and my girls were much more openly affectionate. The same applied to the four who’d attached themselves to Sparky. We continued to wear our gun belts, but after a day or two began to relax. That was easy in the routine we had, and the regular ‘relief’ we younger men were enjoying. All the girls seemed happy, and eight were positively glowing, particularly Jessie.

I was in my study one morning in an interval between milkings, and heard a truck of some sort outside – the combination of crunching gravel and the growl of a diesel – so I got up and went to the door. But Jake beat me to it.

“No, sir. I told you when you phoned. We need the women we’ve got for the dairy products we sell.”

There was a grunt, and as I turned a corner, I could see Jake curled up on the floor, and a hulking man standing over him with a club ... no, a baseball bat. My Glock was in my hand as I challenged him.

“Get back, and get out!”

“Who the fuck are you?”

“I’m the owner of this property, and you’re trespassing, not to mention assaulting my manager.”

“Owner, is it? We’ll see about that...” he raised that club and stepped toward me.

The Glock kicked in my hands, twice, and he collapsed. Another man behind him cried out, grasping his upper arm. One at least of my shots had gone right through the first guy and hit him. Behind him I could see two more men, also carrying weapons. Actually, shotguns. One of them began to raise his weapon, when there was a report from upstairs, and he collapsed. The last man dropped his gun and raised his hands, clasped together on his head. The first man wasn’t going to be a problem ever again with both shots through his heart. Jake had a pulse, and drew a shaky breath as I checked him, so I went outside, Glock in hand.

“Well, two of you are dead, and one wounded. The question is what do I do with you two? You could come back and make more problems for me. You could go and make a complaint and bring the Police down on my head; I’ll have to report this anyway. I suggest you go and take your friend to the hospital, and then pass the word that this farm is not a good place to go to make trouble. You’ve seen us use lethal force to protect ourselves, and we’re Army Reserve, just back from the Middle East, and we’ve kept our weapons.”

“Mister...”

“It’s Captain.”

“Yes, Captain. If you let us go, we won’t make any more trouble. We only came to back up Eric.”

“Very well. I expect we’ll bury your friends. If there’s anyone who wants the bodies, they can come and take them and welcome.”

I watched – and I found out that Sparky had kept watch from upstairs, covering them with his SA80 – them leave in the truck. Back in the house, I helped Jake sit up. Sparky came down and we dragged the body out of the hall to the path outside.

Jake had been poked in the gut with the bat which winded him, but other than bruising was unhurt.

“There’s a backhoe in the barn,” he suggested. “We could use that to shift the carcases and dig graves, just inside the gate, perhaps.”

“I’m not sure. I wonder if anyone will want to claim the bodies. Anyway, I’m going to report the incident.”

My call to the local police was ... surprising, and a little worrying. What it amounted to was ‘good riddance, dump them in a grave’. So I took the suggestion from the police and combined it with Jake’s. The backhoe made short work of two holes, seven feet by two and six deep. The front loader of the same machine took the bodies and tipped them in, then it was the work of a moment to dump the dirt back and lay the turves on top. The small mounds would settle in time.

Jessie and Betty both filled out physically and blossomed emotionally. Betty’s boobs firmed and with some exercises lifted too. She responded to Sparky’s attentions and from ‘homely’ was transformed into quite an attractive person. Over the course of a couple of months, Jake changed her from four-hourly to six hourly, then to eight hourly and finally she joined the other older women at twelve hourly.

Jessie, though, apart from her initial physique which would be described as ‘asthenic’, or even ‘anorexic’, was never unattractive. She grew into a slim beauty, and her breasts from the original slight mounds, filled to a nice B cup, began to lactate and enlarged to about a D cup. She was being milked four hourly – the other girls had graduated to six hourly – and was producing well, when Sarah brought her to my study. Now ‘my’ four girls were always welcome in my office anyway. Even with fucking the women as they were milked I was happy to have them ride me between times.

“Problem, Sarah?” It looked as though there was a problem of some description. Jessie was looking very worried.

“Yes, sir. Or maybe. Jessie’s missed a couple of periods. I ... we ... didn’t think about contraception.”

“Pregnant?” I let the idea soak in.

“Yes, sir.” Jessie was standing next to Sarah, hands clasped in front of her, head down.

I swung my office chair away from the desk. “Come, here, Jessie,” I said gently. She didn’t move immediately, so I repeated, “Come here, Jessie. Sweetie, I’m not angry. Just come here.” She shuffled over, and when I spread my arms, settled into my lap. “Sweetie, I should have thought of this, but it’s not a bad thing. In fact, I think I’m pleased. I’ll see about getting you to a doctor, okay?”

“Okay,” she responded, barely audibly.

“Kiss,” I said, gently taking her chin in my hand and turning it toward me. Gosh, that kiss was full of emotion! “Okay, now, Sweetie. Off you go with Sarah.”

I went in search of Buttercup, Gertie and Clarabelle. They were, as usual, all together. As the weather was unsuitable for any outside work they were in the lounge, with their heads buried in books.

“Girls,” I got their attention and, in fact, that of several others engaged in the same way or playing board games. “Buttercup, Clarabelle, Gertie, please come with me.” I led the way to my study. “It seems that Jessie is pregnant.”

They all nodded. Clearly they’d been aware of that. “We sent her to talk to Sarah,” Gertie told me. “She was really frightened of what you’d say, what you’d do. We told her you wouldn’t hurt her or be angry.”

“The thing is, girls, I didn’t want to make any decision about Jessie without talking to you. I want Jessie to have the baby, assuming there’re no medical issues, but also, I think it would be good for her to be married to me, but obviously I can’t offer you the same thing.”

They looked at each other. Gertie was the spokesperson again. “Jessie’s had a really rotten life until she came here. I know we all did, but the way she was treated was beyond the pale. I think it would be good for her to be married, and I don’t think you’ll play favourites, will you?”