The Vaught Family Dairy - Ch 08

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Charlie's Bar - Farrs Post - July 31st, 1952 - 10:00 p. m.

Alice had left the Vaught estate with her head bowed and cheeks scarlet. Her hand had clutched around the vial of serum as she hopped into the car they provided and drove off. The shame of it didn't stay at the estate, though. It shared the car with her, and Alice found it waiting for her when she arrived back at her apartment. The entire ordeal had made her feel dirty and small, but not because she'd been forced to finger herself at Elizabeth's whim while staring at the other woman's tits. The shame was born from the absolute lack of control Alice had experienced. In seconds, she'd turned into Elizabeth's plaything. Worst of all, the vial was an albatross of knowing it would happen again.

The serum had been mild, but it stayed with Alice through the rest of the day. Her breasts ached to be touched. Her body responded strangely to the feel of her clothes or her own fingers. Thoughts of barging down to her neighbor's apartment and offering to fuck whoever she found filled her head. The only time they abated was when different sexual thoughts jumped the queue. Old crushes or flirts, passing fantasies like her coworkers or family friends, and in the middle of it all like the center of a vortex of frustration, Elizabeth, naked and reclined, offered up to Alice like a demonic priestess, milk dripping from her pert, perfect breasts.

Alice spent the remainder of the day attempting to work or read and failed at every diversion except one. She found herself returning to bed over and over, pulling up the house dress she'd put on the second she got home for some relief from the constraint of her work clothes, and stroking her wet folds. The orgasms came so easily that she thought it might bore her after a while. That never happened. The only times she stopped was due to forcing herself to pull down her dress and attempt to act normally. This succeeded only in questioning what normal was and whether or not it was sane. Prior to that morning, normal had not included ogling another woman's breasts while finger fucking herself.

By the time night came around, she was exhausted and fraying at the ends. Despite the mild dose being the start of her problems, Alice saw the vial as the solution. If I just had a proper experience with it instead of this tease, then it would be out of my system. Driven by restless energy, she took a bath and dressed for a night on the town.

Farrs Post didn't offer much in the way of entertainment. Alice considered taking a car into the Capitol, but despite its larger size, it was too easy to be noticed. DC was lousy with lawyers and reporters and neither could stop gossiping. Being seen throwing herself on someone wouldn't be conducive to her career or future prospects. The local bar, however, was discreet and dim with plenty of passers-through to maintain relative anonymity. As long as she didn't yank off her top and shove her tits in someone's mouth, no one would find anything novel about Alice getting a bit friendly with some man, even if they left together. They couldn't do much more to discredit her social standing than she'd already done to herself.

Near ten, she slid onto a seat at the corner of Charlie's bar. The blank faced barkeep took her order with a grunt and subsequently plopped down an incredibly strong gin. She drank it in gulps. The alcohol would either numb her insane needs or get her drunk enough to push through the few inhibitions she had left. While she drank, she scanned the room for potential prospects. The offering was limited. The other men at the bar were well past their prime and seemed to have much more interest in the bottom of their cups than the idea of going home with a woman. A pack of younger men and women gathered at a table. Alice wondered if her body could compete with the inexperience of youth, but the idea faded as she realized they might not only be separated by a few years but a vast chasm of life lessons. The fresh faced twenty year olds would have no idea how to handle her even normally, let alone on serum. And she was in no mood to teach. She wanted to be handled and controlled by a man who knew enough to enjoy her body while she enjoyed his. It was nearly the close of business before she found someone who fit the bill.

The lurching giant had arrived an hour earlier, but she'd been trapped in a conversation with some tourist. It would have been pleasant under normal circumstances, but Alice wanted to stuff a beer bottle in the man's mouth to quiet him. The giant had loomed over the man for a few seconds while waiting for his drink. Alice found herself admiring the bigger man's form. He was dressed in a heavy cotton shirt that attempted and failed to hide the muscular body underneath. By comparison, the tourist looked like an underfed weasel. At least, he had a weasel's sense of self preservation, ending his conversation with Alice to excuse himself quickly from the path of a man twice his size. The giant moved deftly out of the tourist's path. Alice looked away for fear of being caught gawking. When his drink came, she chanced another glance only to find his eyes locked onto her with a ferocity that made her choke on her drink. Before she could react further, he'd scooped the glass from the bar and thudded off to a table that was far too small for him. She wanted to watch him and see if he looked at her again, but the sudden swell of people contained her to her small corner of the bar. Local carousers, a few of whom she knew, all wanted to chat her up or buy her a drink. She entertained the idea of a few of them, but a pervading sense of desperation rippled through all of them. She knew it was hypocritical, but she refused to go home with a man who was simply papering the bar in hopes of getting his dick wet.

As the crowd once again thinned, Alice saw the big man had barely moved. His mug of beer was on the table about three quarters empty. Embracing the brazen feeling in her chest, she crossed over to him. She'd paced herself well with the flowing liquor around her, but the nearness of the brutish figure woke up the lingering serum in her veins. Her body thrummed with excitement as she took in the sheer mass of him. "Can I sit?"

The man's jaw shifted, then tensed, but he gave a curt nod. "Something wrong?" he said in a low accent.

"You seemed lonely," Alice said. She was brimming with pride for having walked across the bar. Now she had no idea what to do next. Fortunately, the man seemed slightly flummoxed as well. "My name's Alice," she said.

"Hello, Alice," he grunted back. "What can I do for you?"

The feeling in her squirmed through her limbs. She leaned closer to him. He had dark hair and small, but fierce eyes set into a heavy brow. A rough stubble covered both cheeks, and his eyes looked bloodshot. Even so, something about him compelled her. As she laid her hand on his arm, she realized how dangerous the man seemed and was afraid that she felt no compulsion to stop. "You can take me home," she said.

His jaw shifted again. She noted his eyes glance down at her breasts. She sensed his reluctance. He barely even moved, like he'd stepped on a land mine and didn't know what to do next. She slowly grew aware of others in the bar keeping an eye on the big man. The mood had shifted subtly to one of uneasy tension intermixed with ambivalent revelers. A small flick of his hand dismissed it as though batting away a fly. She might not even have noticed if she hadn't felt the slight movement under her own hand. He leaned back and swigged down the rest of his beer. When he stood, he swept one hand aside to offer her to lead the way. Feeling bold and reckless, Alice sashayed past him and out of the bar.

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The short ride to her apartment was quiet, neither of them spoke. However, it didn't bother Alice in the least, and apparently the man didn't expect conversation at all. She listened to the rumble of his breathing, the shifting of his shirt when he turned the wheel, and the hum of the engine. It was like being in the room with a furnace and listening to the mechanical noise while enjoying a cozy warmth. When the engine shut off, the feeling remained, and she found herself wanting to lie in the man's arms. A ridiculous notion, she knew. At that point, Alice realized she'd skipped a key detail. "Sorry, but what is your name?"

The shift of the jaw again. Subtle and constrained. If she hadn't been so enamored with the line of his jaw, she wouldn't have seen it. "Maddock," he answered. "Want me to see you to the door?"

She giggled. "I didn't ask for a ride home. I asked you... I asked you back here for a ride."

"Not sure what you mean, miss," he answered, despite clearly understanding her awkward phrasing.

Alice's inhibitions jumped ship at even the hint of her plan falling apart. She couldn't spend a night in bed alone. It was this man or no one, even if he throttled her in her sleep. "I'm not usually the kind of woman who does this," she said. "I don't want you to have the wrong idea. Except, well, you know about Milktec, right?"

"Course."

"Well, I'm a reporter," she said. "Doing a story about Milktec and their serum. So, to know what I was writing about, I took some. A mild dose, and it's left me crawling up the walls all day." Her heart thumped as she saw her words have an effect on his expression, softening it slightly. "The thing is, I can't write a proper story about it unless I take the full dose." She slipped her hand into her clutch and pulled out the vial. "I know what this will do to me, and I know I'll literally tear through a wall to get at a man if that happens. So, your lucky night, I hope."

His brow furrowed. "You don't need it," he said. It came out in the same dull tone as every other word he'd spoken, but it was sweet, nonetheless. A moment passed when one of his shoulders seemed to argue with the other before both slumped into defeat, "But, if you're gonna do it anyway. I'd enjoy your company."

It was all she needed to hear. She clutched the vial to her chest for a second, then unscrewed the cap, and downed it in one quick slurp. She expected it to burn or tingle or something. It had almost no taste at all. She wondered if Elizabeth had tricked her and led her to make an absolute fool of herself. The thought coalesced as a cold, prickly feeling in her gut that soon faded behind a blooming warmth. The anxious tension in her limbs finally stopped. She smiled, "Let's go in."

She attempted a coquettish walk to the door, but it devolved into a mad scramble as the serum spread. She felt the man's hovering presence near her, tentative and yet eager as she fumbled with the keys. They passed through the lobby and into the stairwell without incident, but she couldn't resist any further. Spinning on her heel two steps above him, she met Maddock's lips with her own. The taste of beer still remained, but it faded into the earthy sensation she intuitively expected of him. His hands found her hips and nudged her closer to him, pure strength that sent a shiver through Alice. Her body was singing for more attention, but she needed to get them inside. With all her willpower, she pulled away from him, but kept his hand, dragging him onward.

The apartment door opened easier. For a second after stepping into her dim apartment, she realized the vulnerability of her situation. A furtive look at her chosen man soothed all her worries. His slow, careful movements comforted her. Maddock politely closed the door behind him and took off his hat. He worked through the buttons of his shirt slowly before taking it off and adding it to the rack as though it were a coat. Beneath, he had on a thin undershirt and suspenders stretched over his broad shoulders. He looked at her like he had caught a wild fox and didn't know exactly what to do next. She wanted to placate him or attempt to play hostess, but the serum wasn't being patient. She felt like she could fry an egg on her skin, and her clothes chafed against her. These negative sensations barely registered against the background noise of her arousal. Her nipples throbbed with a need to be touched, rubbed, sucked. She wondered how her chosen man would react to finding her underwear sopping wet from her pussy. She hoped he'd had some true experience with Milktec before as the tightening sensation in her breasts grew stronger. She pointed to the curtain hanging on the far side of the sitting room and beckoned him to follow.

She tried to unbutton her dress while not turning into a frantic mess. Little annoyances kept intruding and ruining her plan of whirlwind seduction. Her dress wouldn't come off no matter how hard she tried. The bed looked half the size Maddock would need. Alice whimpered as her shaking hand failed to unclasp the button for a tenth time. She was about to scream when a steady, strong hand gripped her shoulder. She pushed back into his warmth as he deftly unfastened the dress. He slid it off her shoulders and down over her arms. Alice tried to turn and face him, but he held her still. His hands ran along the curve of her body, sliding down to her naked hip and back up to her shoulder blades. On the third such motion, he trailed over her upper arm and caressed the side of her naked breast causing a fresh ache in her nipples and a surge of pressure behind them.

Maddock returned to undressing her. Her hips had already widened, so it wasn't a smooth task to get the dress over them. He managed it without ripping it, and she was relieved it had come off when it did. Picking it up, he carried it over to a dresser and laid it out neatly before returning to put his hands back on her shoulders. He turned her around, and Alice went to press into him. Again, he held her back, torturing her whether he knew it or not. One of his hands moved to her breast. His fingers slid along the outer curve. Alice watched, mesmerized by the sensation and in wonder at the size of her own chest. How had she not noticed? Already they had swelled to four times their original size. She looked up at the placid giant's face with a question, but he already sensed her request. His hands moved to her shoulders and down her arms to where he scooped her hands into his own. Together, they moved her hands to her breasts and let her sink her fingers into the new softness growing rapidly from nothing. The warmth of his hand on hers and the relief of finally feeling something press against her tits caused her to jerk slightly with pleasure. Before she could press this sensation to a greater height, Maddock had moved.

He knelt down, bringing him to roughly eye level with her breasts. His hands continued to work slowly over her body, feeling each inch and leaving a tingling sensation in his wake. He cupped her ass and brought attention to the stretched underwear. She wished she'd had something more extravagant or simply not worn any at all. Alice silently lamented her woes with seduction as the man kneeling before her gently tugged down her panties. Halfway down her thighs, they went slack and crumpled to her ankles leaving her fully naked. He lifted her as he stood, guiding her back to the bed and dropping her on her plumped ass. She attempted to reposition, but he denied her. He moved closer to the bed and parted her thighs. Alice had never allowed a man to actually look at her. The small bedroom was thankfully nearly dark, but enough light remained for her to see the puffy, needful lips of her wet pussy, which meant Maddock could see it too. To her astonishment, his arms wrapped around her thighs, and he lowered his head between her knees. His tongue pressed into her wet folds and thought left her for a while.

Maddock's pace was relentless and consistent. Alice writhed on his tongue as he held her firmly in place. Her hands went from the top of his head to her breasts. She giggled out a joyous, manic laugh as she cupped heavy tits that still throbbed with intense growth. The pressure inside them shifted forward with every flick of his tongue. She wanted to feel it working its same magic on her nipples, but hated the idea of giving up the waves of orgasmic pleasure rippling out from his mouth on her pussy. A sudden pause made her yelp in protest. She looked between the growing valley of her cleavage to see him wetting two of his fingers. They wriggled between her folds as his tongue returned to its rhythmic lapping. Her hips shifted naturally, and he pushed his fingers inside of her then suddenly up. Everything detached from reality for a heartbeat before he repeated the motion and her world blurred into nothing but vibrant color. Her pussy clamped down on his fingers, and her thighs squeezed the sides of his head. Her hands wrapped around her swollen breasts and squeezed. Only after the first wave of orgasm subsided did she realize the tops of her fingers had grown wet.

Her body locked in a fluttering ripple of pleasure, she watched her nipples squirt out thick streams of milk. The slightest squeeze sent a fresh shot arcing up into the air. Maddock withdrew from her and stood. She hoped he was watching her fat tits spray milk everywhere. As she regained some measure of composure, she peeked to see him undressing. The suspenders and undershirt came off to reveal a chest like a solid wall. His pants shucked off easily and a cock that surely must have had Milktec enhancements sprang free. The head of it looked almost blunt as it peeked out of a retreating foreskin. She wanted to return the favor he'd given her and slurp the thick shaft into her mouth, let him cum on her tongue if he wished, but her muscles were nearly spent.

Maddock scooped her up and twirled her around in the air. Somehow he settled down on the bed with her straddling his belly. He guided her back slowly until the head of his cock pressed into her dripping sex. The nearness of his manhood renewed her vigor. She planted her hands firmly on his chest and pushed down. The cock slid easily inside of her, stretching her walls out again as she gasped with pleasure. His hands took hold of her wrists and pulled her down to him. They kissed, sharing the taste of her pussy between them before he guided her into a new position with her back arched. It put her swollen teats dangling over his mouth. He opened to allow one drip to splash on his tongue before slurping her nipple fully between his lips. He timed his first suckle with the downward thrust onto his cock.

Alice screamed with pleasure. Her whole body shook as her hips autonomously bounced up and down on his length. This is... Elizabeth was right. The thought came through the haze of pleasure. I can't live without feeling like this. Who would? I need more. More tits, more milk, more cock. God help me. Fuck, he's going to cum. Do it. Cum in your fat titted cow's dripping cunt! She squealed again, and the world faded to bliss as hot cum sprayed into her womb.

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The Vaught Plantation - August 5th, 1952 - 11:18 p. m.

Elizabeth was hollow. I was a fool. "She betrayed me before the end of the day," she said.

Gregory grunted a laugh. "Betrayed you? She went out and found someone to fuck. Isn't that what you intended? She had no idea who Maddock was other than a chunk of meat for her to ride."

Her anger congealed instantly and vanquished the hollowness. "You pig. Sending your dog to defile that young woman!"

"Defile? You dosed Alice the second she walked into your office," he growled back. "She was nothing to you but a cog in your revenge over a marriage squabble. If you'd had the chance, you'd have doped her up enough to make her a drooling cow that I had to find a home for." He leaned up in his seat enough for the stark outline of his face to piece through the shadow. His eyes glittered with emotion, but it was lost on Elizabeth who remained seated only by focusing on her contrived disgust. If not, she would have lunged across the room and drawn that strangely appealing face to her own in a passionate kiss as she begged him to defile her any way he pleased. She hated the intrusive thought and, worse still, she started to believe he could hear her thoughts outright, or at least read them on her face. He knew what she wanted, and he was happy to deny her, disappearing back into the darkness.

"Alice picking Maddock out of the crowd was happenstance, believe it or not. The big guy took quite the liking to her, though. Frankly, she's lucky it was him and not some other sleazeball who would have done God knows what with her. Fucked her stupid in an alley and left her till morning. But, your scheme worked. Less than a day before you had an addict in the making. She couldn't wait to get her next hit. You know the feeling, don't cha Liz? That little crawling sensation under your skin? Never stays still. You think you can ignore it, but your hand keeps drifting down to that pretty little pussy?"

Elizabeth scoffed. She wanted to storm out, but no amount of hate could get her legs to move. She twisted away from him at least. The idea that her sister's husband would talk to her in such a manner was outrageous. Shouldn't Abigail be furious with him? For years, he'd been making lewd remarks about her, using language that was beyond coarse. Abigail hadn't stopped him. She'd laughed about it, even. No, Elizabeth knew her sister to be as twisted and low as her mongrel husband. The question of her hypocrisy pressed against the back of her thoughts, but that was a door she was well practiced at keeping closed. No matter the level of depravity, she knew herself to be better than the boorish oaf and her petulant sister.

"Never mind," Gregory continued. "So, the first day of your revenge sees Benny crawl to me for help, and Alice fucking Maddock. Then we come to the second day."