The Vaught Family Dairy - Ch 16

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The Vaught Plantation - August 5th, 1952 - 3:47p. m.

Benny was sick of waiting. He'd tried pacing, but his legs grew tired. He tried reading, but his mind couldn't focus. Screaming for someone came to nothing. Maddock had brought him lunch and sat with him while he ate. Benny didn't particularly understand why. His best guess was that it was an effort at being comforting, but having a brooding mountain of a man staring while Benny ate his sandwich was off putting at best. The sandwich was decent, at least.

He was in the basement of Abby's lab. Or Greg's warehouse. He supposed the latter was more accurate. Greg's warehouse was the basement of Abby's lab in a way. A place to store equipment, unwanted but necessary things. Like me, he thought miserably.

After the tense and awkward moment when Elizabeth inadvertently demonstrated to Senator Cunningham that Benny had been having an affair with Melanie, Greg had offered to drive Benny home. As it wasn't so much an offer as an insistence, Benny went along with it. Once they arrived at the warehouse, Greg said he wanted to have a talk. It didn't sit well to with Benny to be strong armed down into a basement by a guy who had most certainly had people killed if he hadn't done it himself. On the other hand, Benny hoped it was an effort to keep him out of the spotlight while things were smoothed over with Cunningham. Half a day later, Benny was worried he might not leave the basement in one piece.

Greg did take the time to explain how Cunningham figured it out. It didn't make Benny feel less guilty. If he had been able to contain his emotion at seeing her things might have gone differently. All the muddled financial records in the world wouldn't say anything about Melanie if not for the way Benny looked at her. At the same time, it stung because of the way she'd looked back. Not with love or adoration, but dread. A dread that seemed to reach the depths of her soul, so nefariously rooted in her that it would never be dispelled. Benny knew it because he'd seen it before. Melanie, the girl who supposedly cared nothing for her father's thoughts could not meet Benny's gaze in the man's presence. Once upon a time, Elizabeth had been the same.

What a grand fool you've been, Benny, he told himself. The idea that I could have been happy. That she truly cared about me. Lies I told myself for the second time in my life. Oh, sure, she would have run away with me until she got bored. Then she would have run back. Elizabeth and I used to sneak away, spend hours in each other's arms, and damn the consequences. But her family rotted her as sure as the sun rose each morning. Melanie would have been the same in time. The only variable being how awful things got between then and now.

He looked around at the basement and wondered how much worse things would get. He'd tried to tell Maddock to send down Greg or even Abby. Fuck, even Elizabeth might find some sympathy for him. At the very least, she wouldn't want her husband imprisoned in a basement. His room at the plantation house with its desecrated bed would be fine for her. She could trot him out like a show pony from time to time and otherwise leave him to dwell in his misery. Maddock hadn't listened of course. Just grunted and shrugged.

Benny tried to convey a message that he had come to his senses. He no longer wanted anything to do with Melanie, and he would make any apology he could to appease the senator. To which, Maddock had replied, "Too late for that," taken the empty plate, and shuffled back upstairs. Benny didn't like the concept of "too late", and it seemed to be his only constant companion through life. Realizing his marriage was a sham, too late. Realizing his fortune had been squandered, too late. Realizing his daughters had grown up and he'd missed their entire childhood, too late. Realizing his one true love would rather kick him to the curb than acknowledge him at all, too late.

He perked up at the sound of footsteps on the stairs. It wasn't Maddock, at least. The big man moved with an eerie padded silence that always surprised Benny. These steps were sharp and precise, clicking down the steps to the door. The key turned, and a man Benny didn't know came into the room before shutting it behind him. Benny's throat went dry, and he scanned the room quickly for something to defend himself. The man didn't appear to be carrying a weapon. He did have a satchel in one hand, but Benny figured most hit men didn't casually walk into the room before pulling an axe out of a satchel. Nothing that could do any harm was in reach except for the legs of the cot he'd spent the night on. Getting those off before the man pulled a gun or knife seemed unlikely.

With the door locked behind him and the keys in his pocket, the man looked at Benny like a snake surveying a very trapped and very hopeless mouse. "You can relax, Mr. Vaught," the man said. "I am here to help you."

Benny laughed nervously, "You don't look like the kind of guy who helps people, no offense."

"None taken," the man answered. "I perform many tasks for my employer."

"Employer, huh? So what is it Greg pays you to do with your bag there?" Benny's mind was running wild with dreadful possibilities. Small knives, razors, dental drills. So many horrible things fit in a satchel.

"You misunderstand. Greg is not my employer. In fact, as of a little while ago, he and I officially share the same benefactor. My name is Ehrlich Flensing, and I work for Milktec Industries."

Milktec, shit, that might be worse. "How'd you mean Greg 'share the same benefactor'?"

"We've only just now completed signing the agreement. Abigail has agreed to work directly with our research and development division. She plans to change this plantation into a living laboratory of sorts. Greg will be administrative."

"Elizabeth would burn it down first."

"Mrs. Vaught will have a role in the new operation, certainly. As will your daughters."

Benny wanted a weapon again. The idea of his daughters working for Milktec never sat exactly right with him, but he was willing to let them make their own choices in life. Hearing it said as a threat from this Flensing man was a different matter. "What if we all tell you to go fuck yourself?"

"The ladies will be dealt with by Abigail and Greg. They have ceded you to me, and I am willing to take 'go fuck yourself' as an answer, but not before I actually make the offer."

"You think I'm going to go along with this?"

Flensing finally smiled, and it only made the man seem worse. "I do not have an opinion on what path you will take. If you chose the 'go fuck yourself' option and reject employment with Milktec, you will be cast out from this place. Thanks to diligent work from a local reporter, we have a full understanding of your financial situation. We also have the ability to lean on your bank and ensure your funds will not be available in a short time frame. As we begin to claim your outstanding debts, your nest egg will substantially deplete. As such, you will be unable to access any funds and homeless. Then we come to the numerous factions who you can no longer rely on for aide. All of Greg's contacts and all of your wife's extensive social circle will decline any further affiliation with you. I should mention that you would never see your family again, if that isn't obvious. And, a third faction would be actively hostile toward your continued life. I will be speaking with the senator shortly, and I hope to deter him from any irrational action, but some men cannot be reasoned with."

Benny thought the room might be shrinking as the man talked. He wanted to think it wasn't possible to turn the whole world against one man, but he'd listened to Greg talk about Milktec with a reverential type of unease if not outright fear. Benny thought himself as clever and resourceful, but most of that was based on having smart friends and free flowing money. "So, friendless and desperate with a bounty on my head is option one. Option two?"

"You work for Milktec. Here at Abigail's newly commissioned facility."

His eyes narrowed. "Doing what?"

At this, Flensing reached into the satchel. Despite their conversation dissuading any idea of murder, Benny still held his breath. Flensing drew out a folder and offered it to Benny. Curious, Benny looked at the stack of paper inside. "You can read it in full if you like, but my summation may be useful as Milktec's contracts can be unreasonably opaque in their meaning."

"Won't you just lie to me?"

Flensing tutted softly, "Mr. Vaught, you are an afterthought. A loose end. You're not worth the time to lie."

Benny didn't expect such a blunt answer. Nor did he expect to feel the truth of it hit him so hard. "Fair enough, go on then."

"The contract term is for five years. Your role will be as a comfort facilitator for other research participants, primarily females, though it doesn't prohibit males. The concept Abigail is pursuing allows for an increase in milk productivity from the more satiated hucows. On one front, this involves the supplying of a virile and caring male to provide sexual stimulation and release along with more intangible concepts such as protection, guardianship, and resource availability. To put that in layman's terms, a productive hucow is one that has a dedicated male that protects, fucks, and provides."

Benny thought he might actually come out of things for the better. He knew they juiced men on the Milktec serum to make bulls, but it wasn't something Elizabeth ever would have allowed her family to be associated with. Even if she spent all her time on the knock-off stuff Abby cooked up. The idea of being morphed into a hunk of perpetually horniness didn't seem like a punishment at all. Maybe he'd have to fuck Elizabeth more often, but her body was never an impediment to that endeavor. Imagining her as a fully dosed hucow put wild ideas in his head. All of which died as Flensing continued talking.

"However, our research currently struggles with finding an appropriate balance of bulls to hucows within a confined area. Even the most amicable bulls eventually grow somewhat territorial or possessive. This isn't a conscious thought, but a biological one enhanced and expressed through the Milktec serum. Until we can isolate that issue, we have to limit the number of bulls in a facility which creates logistical problems. To solve this, Abigail has suggested the concept of comfort facilitator. While the existing bulls have more than enough stamina to service a full facility, it is the other concepts of protection and providing that they struggle with as their attention is too divided amongst the herd. Therefore, a neutered male dedicated to those roles would be useful."

"Neutered?!"

"Not physically, of course," Flensing said. "The formula can be altered to remove the conditions for male arousal. Impotence and lack of sexual desire with no anatomical changes. Although, Abigail does have some interest in attaching hormonal bonding to more quickly fill the desired niche."

Benny stood up. He didn't know why, but sitting down seemed like a crazier thing to do. At least standing he could be outraged. "You people are fucked up. What are you even talking about? You want me to take a serum that prevents my dick from getting hard for five fucking years? The fuck am I supposed to do."

Flensing shrugged, ignoring Benny's raised voice and frantic movements entirely. "Abigail seems to have an idea of where you'll spend your time. Otherwise, I believe the intent is for you to loyally address the needs of your charges, effectively filling the role of husband to her or them."

"While some other massive cock freak comes in to fuck their brains out at the top of the hour?" He said it dismissively, putting forward an outlandish idea that would surely be struck down so that things could return to sanity.

Instead, Flensing answered, "Such regularity would be ideal for our metrics. Perhaps you could assist with scheduling. Making sure the bull arrives on time and that the hucow is prepared to receive."

Benny listened to the man with wide eyed disbelief. "You're serious about this? You actually think I would do this. Fuck, that Abby can make something that will do this to me?"

Flensing walked to the door and unlocked it. He opened the path out and stood aside. "Mr. Vaught, what you will or won't do is your choice. As to whether Abigail can create a formula to aide in this experiment, I have little doubt she will succeed. And, for what it's worth, despite how horrific it may sound on paper, if the serum works as intended, you will not be aware of your loss of personal sexual satisfaction. In fact, she may engineer it such that you derive pleasure from being celibate."

"Abby is not God."

Flensing didn't answer aloud, but a slight change in his expression showed a doubt as to whether that claim was true. "You have your choices, Mr. Vaught," he said. "Unfortunately I am on a limited schedule, so the Milktec one expires in eight minutes. At the top of the hour, as you say. Leave and be scorned, stay and be another happy Milktec employee."

Six minutes passed as Benny warred with his thoughts. Flensing remained as still as a lion ready to strike. Finally, Benny said, "I need a pen."

Flensing offered one immediately. He hovered over Benny as the signature went onto the page. Flensing indicated three other spots for a signature and two for his initials. When Flensing took back the contract, he said, "Welcome to the Milktec Family, Mr. Vaught."

"Stop calling me that," Benny grumbled. "Can I leave now?"

"Oh, of course not. You are now contractually obligated to remain here and await your enrollment. I suppose you could attempt to leave, but where would you go."

"I could use a shower for one thing," he answered.

"I believe Greg's man will come down to check on you when I depart. A pleasure doing business with you."

"Hey, hang on a minute, can I talk to Mel? Send her a message at least? You said you were going to see Cunningham later, you might see her."

"I spoke with Melanie Cunningham before I came to see you," he said it as though it had slipped his mind to mention it at all. Before Benny could demand a further explanation, Flensing gave his satchel an affectionate pat, dipped his head deferentially and disappeared up the stairs leaving Benny with nothing other than dread as company.

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The Vaught Plantation - August 6th - After Midnight

Benny roused at the sound of movement. He didn't know how long he'd been waiting, but he didn't feel fatigued. Hours earlier, not long after Flensing left, Abby gave him some infernal creation meant to render him a glorified cuckold. Even as he drank it, he didn't believe it would work. Or that Abby would consciously give him something that made him impotent for five years, especially with the compliments she gave his cock. She said enough to make Benny worry about earning Greg's wrath, which simply had to be worse than his indifference.

Abby had ordered him to strip before taking the serum, which wasn't an unusual request. Benny knew how potent the doses could sometimes be, enough to ruin plenty of wardrobes. He'd expected to have privacy for any change that would take place, but realized that was silly since he was nothing more than a lab rat to her. Thirty minutes after he took the serum, Abby left him to wait. When she came back, she had changed into an outfit that should have caused Benny's cock to harden instantly. But, he didn't even notice until she pointed it out ten minutes later.

She tested other things for a while, but eventually left Benny to his thoughts. It was strange to not feel lust. Stranger still, he barely noticed the absence of it. Abby claimed he would be made happy in other ways, but so far he'd spent a great deal of time waiting in a basement.

Some time after dark, Maddock returned. He had a blindfold, but didn't ask Benny to put it on until they walked up to the main house. Benny was bothered by having to traipse naked across his own lawn, but the humid night air was strangely comforting. Once they reached the side door, Maddock fixed the blindfold firmly in place. After that, he bound Benny's hands with some kind of soft leather strap, tight enough to prevent much movement, but loose enough to be comfortable. Oddly, Benny didn't mind whatsoever. Naked, blind, and cuffed seemed a perfectly natural way to be so long as the bigger, stronger man knew what was going on. A few times, he asked Maddock if he needed any help. The man only grunted, but Benny could detect a level of frustrated impatience in the grunt so he kept quiet and tried to move without tripping over his own feet.

Abby had taken over once he was inside the house. She led him through the corridors until eventually telling him to kneel. He had done so without question, pleased to find himself on a soft cushion. Though he waited for a while, no further orders had come his way, so he relaxed in the position to wait for whatever would happen next. Other voices came and went. He heard Abby talking with different people and thought he heard mention of Melanie. As time went by he fell into a stupor, merely waiting to be called out of it by someone giving an order. He didn't think it was the serum making this happen, but he had no other explanation. He thought he should be exhausted and uncomfortable from his position, but he was in a happy doze waiting to wake. When he did, it would be with a feeling of fresh eagerness, not languid fatigue.

A strange tingling went down his spine as the footsteps neared. When the door opened, the feeling grew intense and he reacted by lowering his head. To his shock, he recognized Abby's scent. Another filled his head as well, similar but distinct in some way he couldn't define. This one moved closer to him. He let the intoxicating draw of it fill his head until the tingling turned to a shock of cold. Benny's vision was entirely blocked, but he could hear the shift of a large body stepping into the room after the two women. He surmised it was Greg right before the man spoke.

"God, what've you done to him?"

"Me?" Abby chirped back. "I gave him what he signed up for, that's all. He's been sitting down here waiting like a good boy. I think it's time we reward him."

The rumble Greg made sounded too much like an aggressive growl for Benny's taste. He remained as low as he could make himself. Deep in his thoughts, a small voice protested such humiliating behavior, but it was powerless to change anything. A soft hand took hold of his upper arm and guided him to his feet. He followed the pull as he was led blindly across the room before being pushed back down to a kneeling position. This spot lacked a pillow for his knees, but he sensed the warmth of a woman close to hand.

The one who had led him bent down beside him, letting her breath rake against his ear. He expected to feel the thrill of lust, but nothing stirred in him. At least, not from the closeness of the woman's mouth. "See, he's limp as a deboned fish," Abby said, startling him with her proximity. "Kind of a shame, really. He had a pretty cock."

Another growl rumbled in the room, and Benny qualied. An innate desire to submit to the other male pushed against his thoughts, but with his blindfold and bonds, he could only squash himself into a deeper kneel. Abby tousseled his hair, "Stop that, Greg. You're scaring the puppy. He only wants to be good. And that's why we're giving him this treat." She bent close again and whispered in his ear, "I never enjoyed that you cheated on my sister, but I was torn between a desire to see her miserable and a desire to defend her stupid fucking honor. Tonight, I'm solving those problems. Enjoy."

A gentle push against the back of his head told him to move forward. As he did, his head filled with the wonderful scent of the woman he was meant to pleasure. The warmth of her thighs grew closer to his cheeks. He moved forward eagerly until he nuzzled into the wet folds of an extremely aroused woman. Memory fired, and he knew her. My Elizabeth.

His tongue went to work right away. He didn't trouble himself with thoughts of how she'd come to be here with him or what Abby had done to her. Lovingly, he licked up the full length of her. As he did, he sensed her relaxing, easing herself into his efforts. It caused a spark of happiness to fire in his head. He wanted to make his wife cum more than anything else in the world. It hit him with such sudden clarity that he paused for a full second before pressing his whole face against her pussy.

He wished his hands were free. It would be easier to bring her ecstasy if he had more to work with. His tongue was doing a good job though. He'd gone down on a decent number of women in his time as a philanderer, but it was always a means to an end, even with Melanie. As Elizabeth gasped with contained excitement, he realized how little he'd ever attempted to give her or any woman true pleasure. He'd eaten out women to get them to do the same in return or to offer up their bodies for his enjoyment. Their pleasure had been an incidental occurance, not a goal. Now, however, the taste of her on his tongue caused wonder to crackle through his mind. He could feel the hooks of obsession digging into his chest. Obsession and addiction.

So much of her response was nearly soundless. Little shifts in her body or twitches of her muscles. Her lips felt soft against his tongue, and every time her pleasure grew, her taste turned sweeter. He pushed into her with deep, probing licks, and she groaned. He ran his tongue lightly along her outer lips, and she sighed. He searched higher and found her clit, swirled around it, and caused her legs to quiver. It was a perpetual state of rising and falling, but again and again as she approached climax something drew her back. Unwilling to allow her to remain so frustrated, he finally leaned back and held up his hands. "Take this off, so I can do this properly."

A moment of hesitation passed before light fingers worked at the leather. When it came free, he took a moment to stretch his hands before pressing his full palm against his wife's wet sex. She purred with excitement. He slid his hand along her pussy to soak his fingers, and then pushed them inside of her. He felt the spasm of her walls and knew she was close. His mouth returned to the task, lavishing her with attention while his other hand traced its way up her body until he reached her breasts. Somehow, he recognized them as familiar, despite years since he last touched them. He grazed his fingertips near her nipple again and again, never actually touching it. Each time, her body tightened more. Feeling she was finally ready, he let his fingers slide over the hard buds.

Instantly, she broke. Her body bucked against his fingers while his tongue remained pressed flat against her folds, giving her something wet and warm to grind against. She whimpered and huffed until she finally stopped. He gently slid his fingers out of her and planted a final kiss on her pussy before settling back and lowering his head. He was pleased by a job well done and hoped Elizabeth was as well.

"You're cute when you cum, Liz," Abby announced.

A blaze of light hit him as the blindfold was taken off. Benny looked up at the flushed and anxious face of his wife. Elizabeth wore a black collar and nothing else, and she appeared mortified by her position. Abby stood beside him twirling the blindfold on her finger, and to the side Greg rested on a couch, stroking an erection bigger than any Benny had ever seen. Taking in his surroundings, he guessed they were in the servant's floor, but the entire room looked like a brothel rather than the austere servant quarters.

Benny processed these things without any emotional response. He only cared about one thing. "Did I do well?" he asked, directing the question at both Elizabeth and Abby.

"See, he's the perfect little cunt licker," Abby said, mussing his hair again. "The best part? All that cream he lapped up was full of Liz specific hormones. Congratulations, you two! You're finally in a committed marriage!" She squealed with a giddy laugh that brought fresh tension to the room. Benny didn't mind it much, but he was concerned by the glaring fury he saw in Elizabeth's eyes.

Abby drifted over to her own husband, dropping down beside him on the couch to stroke the massive erection for him. "Don't be so harsh looking, sister. You just wriggled and squealed on his tongue. He'll be as loyal to you as... well, a husband. He'll care about your day, your thoughts and feelings. He'll make sure you have enough food and pillows. And if necessary, he'll fight tooth and nail to drag a bull in to fuck you. Because, finally, your happiness is all that he cares about. But!, you'll be expected to share him. I'm not sure how many dedicated lickers we're going to be able to get, so Benny will need to stay busy with the rest of the herd when he can. He'll always prefer you, though."

Though Benny found Elizabeth's glare disheartening, the idea of giving the same pleasure to others, particularly Abby, intrigued him. He'd not heard that territorial growl from Greg. Somehow, he easily envisioned the two of them working together to make the women content. Benny thought he could take pride in seeing Greg fuck Elizabeth and then standing aside to allow Benny to soothe and clean her.

Again, Abby interrupted his thoughts with something he suspected was meant to hurt his or Elizabeth's feelings. "I mean, if you don't want him. I could give him to Melanie. It's not too late. Locking him in with her and letting him lick her clean for a few hours would probably be enough to bond him to her instead. The two of them could live happily ever after," Abby said.

Benny found this curious. He remembered that he was in a relationship with Melanie, but it seemed to have been robbed of any emotional context. "Melanie's here?" he said dumbly.

"Of course, darling. We used her to calibrate the machines."