Perverts 'R' Us

Cowgirl Dairy

By Old Boy ( M/f/g, lact, B/D )

Introduction

Patty was the new girl in the small Cowgirl Dairy herd. At fourteen she was young to be a mother and have lactating breasts. She had given birth to a daughter two weeks ago, and until today she had been allowed to breast-feed her baby. The final feeding had been less than four hours ago, after which the baby was taken away from her. However, now she and two other girls were being herded into the milking barn.

They were dressed simply, in short cheerleading skirts, pullover tops, socks and sneakers. No bras or panties, although milk pads were taped over their nipples to absorb the seepage between milkings.

It was the first time for Patty at the milking barn, and she was afraid of what was about to happen to her. The other girls, Lisa and Amy, had filled her in a little in the short time she had been with them. Lisa was fifteen, and she had been a part of the cowgirl herd for a year now. She was a brunette, and she had ample breasts. Amy was a smaller girl with brown hair. She was only thirteen, and had been with the herd for two months. Her breasts were smaller, but they produced plenty of milk. The girls tried to assure Patty that she would not be seriously harmed. Molested, yes, but not harmed. They were all to be machine-milked by goat milkers, each of which was fitted with two suction devices intended for goat udders, but now adapted for milking the cowgirls.

There were six stalls in the milking barn, each fitted with a comfortable, cushioned kneeling pad and padded wrist restraints. Lisa was set up in one stall, Patty next to her, and then Amy. The other three stalls would not be used at this time. The farm hand was a boy of about sixteen, Tommy, and he loved it that he had been entrusted with the care of these three cowgirls.

He tried to treat them well. He had only been working at the dairy for a short time, and he was on probation. Once he proved himself, he could look forward to being given responsibility for three more cowgirls, or six in all. He paid special attention to the new cowgirl, Patty, delighted to have the pretty blue-eyed blonde in his herd. She was a replacement for an older girl, Sheila, who had reached the age of eighteen and had been retired from the herd.

Sheila was a fair-skinned girl with lots of freckles, and red hair. She had been led away that morning, sobbing, shortly before Patty came to replace her. She was to be shipped overseas to a bordello, where she would likely remain for the rest of her life. Sheila had been a good milk producer for the past four years. It would take some doing for Patty to produce as much milk. No doubt the sailors on the freighter transporting the girl to Africa would see to it that Sheila's milk supply continued to flow! With luck, some African big-wig might buy her for his harem, and spare Sheila having to service a multitude of strange black men.

Tommy had Patty kneel down, facing one of the goat milkers. He pulled the top off over her head, baring her milk-filled breasts. The farm hand put her wrists into the restraints and fastened them, pulled up and off to either side, where she could not interfere with the milking of her breasts. Tommy smiled as he ran his hands gently over her attractive breasts, firm and full for such a young cowgirl. Patty whimpered, afraid that the boy would hurt her.

"There, there, Patty, don't you be afraid." he said, as he leaned over and kissed her on the mouth.

Tommy put on sterile surgical gloves and swabbed her breasts with an alcohol swab. His boss didn't want the mothers' milk to be contaminated. He applied some adhesive to the outer circles of her areolas, denture adhesive. It was strong enough to keep the goat milkers attached to her nipples, but when the milking was over, the milkers could be removed without injury to her breasts.

The farm hand put the goat milkers firmly on her dripping breasts, getting the nipples centered well inside. Then he turned on the pump. Patty screamed as she felt the strong suction drag her nipples deep into the tubes, and begin to suck at them strongly. Tommy frowned as he looked at the screaming cowgirl. Then he saw what the problem was. The pump was set at the highest setting, and it was hurting Patty's tits.

"Oops! Sorry!" the boy said, as he turned the pump down to a more comfortable setting for the new cowgirl.

Patty was relieved to find that the reduced suctioning of her breasts was more endurable, and she stopped screaming. She saw that Amy and Lisa were being similarly milked by their goat milkers. The milk was being drawn from their breasts, down tubes, and evacuated into sterile collection pots. Suddenly she realized that Tommy was now behind her. He flipped her brief skirt up onto her back, and prepared to enter her. He was going to fuck her!

As she was being machine-milked for the first time, Patty thought back to the events that had led her to this miserable state as a cowgirl, enslaved to provide mothers' milk for horny men; or at least she imagined that was why they were being milked.

Chapter 1 - Little Patty is abducted

Just three years earlier, Patty had been a happy little girl, eleven years old. She lived with her divorced mother in a modest house on the outskirts of their small town. They did not have many material goods, but they got by. Every day, Patty walked to the school in town, but it was a lonely walk, as there were no other children her age living out this way.

One day she was hurrying home from school. It was raining hard, and she had no rain gear with her. A car came by, and it stopped. "Hey, little girl, can I give you a ride home?"

Patty looked at the man who was smiling at her, holding the passenger door open for her. She did not know him. He must have been a stranger just passing through, as she knew most of the folks in town.

"I'm not supposed to accept rides from strangers, mister." she told him.

He laughed lightly "That is a good policy, little girl. Let me introduce myself. My name is Dave. What is your name?"

"Patty." she replied.

"Good. Well, Patty, now that we know each other, won't you come and get in the car out of the rain? You are getting soaked, Patty!"

She hesitated. It was still half a mile to her house, and indeed she was getting soaked through from the rain. "Okay, Dave, thank you for stopping for me." she said, getting into the car with the man. "I live just down the road. I'll show you the house." she said.

He was driving now, and going quite fast. "Slow down, Dave, or you will drive right by my house!" Patty said, alarmed. The man just laughed at her. Patty turned to look at her house as they drove on by. "Stop, Dave! That's my house, right there!"

Her back was to the man as she stared at the house they were passing. Suddenly his arm came around her neck. He had a rag with some strong smelling stuff on it that he held tightly over her nose and mouth, forcing the little girl to inhale it. In a minute, her struggles ceased, and Patty slumped down in her seat, unconscious from the chloroform that the man had used on her.

He had slowed the car down during her brief struggle, so as not to run off of the road. He turned his attention back to his driving, and soon he came to a secluded turnoff that he knew. Away from the road and out of sight of any passers-by, Dave secured his latest prize. He put duct tape over Patty's mouth, and similarly he bound her wrists together behind her back, and her ankles together, with more of the tape.

Dave didn't have time to give the girl a thorough inspection, but he wanted to confirm what he already suspected about the kid. He tore open her blouse, and hiked up her undershirt, baring her chest. Patty had a pair of cute breast buds poking out from her chest, each capped with a swollen pink nipple.

"Good! The kid is getting titties!" he thought, running his hands over her girl flesh. He hiked up her wet skirt, and tugged down her damp panties, baring her belly and her groin. She had no pussy hair above her girl-crack yet, still absolutely hairless down there.

"Good! Just the way I like them!" he thought. Briefly he diddled her with his finger, rubbing over her clitoris. She moaned and wriggled a little in response to his teasing finger.

"Good! She's a hot one!"

Satisfied with his latest victim, Dave turned the car around and got back on the lightly-used county highway. He headed off to the city where he lived. Dave didn't usually get out this way, but he had just made a delivery of his previous victim to buyers who lived in a town nearby.

He usually kept a girl for about six months, getting her broken in and used to being a slave girl, obedient to her master. It was his hobby, and also a source of income. He was able to sell a trained girl for much more than it cost him to keep her. The buyers were spared the risk of kidnapping a child, and the bother of training her to be a good slave.

Dave enjoyed the danger of abducting young girls, and he delighted in breaking them in to servitude, so he would not have it any other way. He had a dungeon rigged up in his basement, where the girl would live and learn to serve him.

It was by chance that he came upon Patty walking home from school in the rain. He saw that she was a blonde, about the right age, and so he stopped for her. Dave had a fetish for young blondes and redheads. If Patty's hair had been dark, he would not have stopped for her.

Dave looked forward to getting the pretty blonde girl home, and having some fun with her. It would be an adventure for both of them. Casually he reached over and toyed with her between her bare legs.

Chapter 2 - Patty's Examination

Patty woke up in a strange place. It looked like she was in a basement, with strange things hanging on the walls. She had a headache. She didn't feel very well. She gradually became more alert. She tried to sit up, but she could not. Then she realized that she was tied down on some sort of table, her arms over her head and bound at the wrists. Her ankles were also bound, to some sort of tubes in which her legs were spread apart. It was a gynecological examination table, although the young girl would have no idea what that was. Then she realized that she was naked!

"Ah! You are awake, Patty!" said a man's voice down by her feet. She raised her head and saw him standing there, somewhat in the shadows. There was a bright light directly above her, making her the center of attention.

"Where am I? Who are you, mister? Why am I naked?" she asked.

The man laughed "So many questions! Well, I am Dave, the man who gave you a ride home. Do you remember that, Patty?"

Slowly it came to her and she did remember him. "Oh, but you said you were going to take me home!"

"Yes, and so I have. This is your new home, Patty. You will be living here with me now, until I grow tired of you."

She had to ask him. In a small voice Patty asked "What happens to me when you grow tired on me, mister?"

After a moment he answered her, in a sinister voice "Well, Patty, there are any number of ways to dispose of an unwanted little girl."

"OH!" she exclaimed, fearfully.

"Yes. I would suggest that you do your best to please me, so that I will not grow tired of you too soon! Now then, there are a number of tests that I want to conduct with you, Patty, now that you are awake, and that is why you are naked. First though, I imagine that you have to pee, right?"

Patty said "Yes, sir, I do have to pee, real bad." The man then set a bedpan between her legs.

"Okay, Patty, you can pee now, and I will catch it in this bedpan."

She didn't like it that he was going to watch her go. She held back. So he reached down and scratched at her little pee hole until she lost control. A stream of urine erupted from within her spread labia, and he caught most of it in the bedpan. He seemed to enjoy making her pee like that.

When she finished, the man bent and kissed her, right on her pee-pee. He set the bedpan aside. Then he kissed and licked her down there some more, running his tongue up to her erect clitoris, and teasing the little pink bud. He was delighted when Patty cried out and had an orgasm. This was the hottest little girl he had ever seen.

He scooped up the juice running out of her vagina with a little spoon. Dave was naked too. He struggled to control his rising penis, not wanting to rush things with the girl. "Very good, Patty, now I am going to ask you some questions. How old are you?"

"Eleven, sir."

"Do you know what fucking is?"

She blushed, reluctant to answer him.

He raised his hand and slapped her on her bare belly, just above her sex. "Answer me, Patty, or I will have to spank you, down here between your legs!"

"Oh, no! Yes sir, I know what fucking is. It is when a man sticks his penis into a woman's vagina!" Dave was pleased with her candid answer. She was scared not to tell him what she knew.

"Good. Now, Patty, how many men and boys have you fucked so far?"

Patty whimpered. "None, mister! I'm just a little girl! I haven't fucked with anybody!"

Dave continued his examination of the little girl, running his hands all over her naked body. "Hmm. Okay, then how many boys and men have you let touch you here between your legs?"

Patty was embarrassed. "Well, there was Billy. He and I used to play 'Doctor' when I was six years old. Then there was Mike. He is a boy I like in school, and he wanted to see me and touch me down there, and he let me see his penis too. It got big and stiff when he was touching me, but I wouldn't let him stick it into me. That was just last month. Oh, and then there is Doctor Smith. He examines me once a year, and he always spreads me open down there and looks inside me. And that is all, sir!"

"You are forgetting one, aren't you, Patty? Here, let me give you a hint." Dave rubbed his hand over her vulva.

"Oh! Yes, you, sir!" she yelped.

Continuing to examine the little blonde girl, running his hands all over her body, Dave asked her, "How often do you masturbate, Patty?"

"I don't know what that means, sir." He ran his fingers over her clitoris, and she squealed.

"It means playing with yourself here, and getting excited."

"Oh! You mean when I tickle my pee-pee?"

Dave said "Come on, Patty, you know what to call this, don't you?" he said, touching her there again.

"YES! It's my clitoris! Okay, I guess I do that, touch myself I mean, about once a week." she said, blushing.

Dave was not satisfied with her answer. "I can see you are highly responsive to this, Patty, and I am guessing that you play with your clitoris every day, don't you?"

Turning quite red, Patty said "Yes, sir I do. It feels so nice, and I rub it until I get all tingly all over, and then my belly gets funny and jumps all over the place! It's kinda neat!"

"Do you know what that is called? It is called an orgasm, and you have one every day, don't you, Patty?"

"Yes, sir, I do. But that is not bad, is it?"

"No, Patty, in fact that is very good! Here, let me give you an orgasm now." Dave masturbated the girl to another very nice orgasm then. He was quite pleased with her responsiveness, and again he spooned up the juices that came from her vagina.

"You say you have never fucked, but I don't see any hymen inside your vagina. How do you explain that?"

"Well, sometimes I stick things inside there, and one time I shoved too hard, and it broke inside me and bled a little."

"What were you using when that happened?"

"It was a screwdriver. Oh, not the blade part, it was the handle that I stuck inside me. I had heard about screwing, and I thought maybe it had something to do with a using a screwdriver! Guess I was wrong though, as it was the same as other things that I shoved into my vagina."

Dave laughed. "And you were pretending that it was a boy's penis, right?"

"Yes, sir, I was." she admitted, blushing.

"Well, Patty, I think it is time that you got the real thing for a change."

With that the man drew closer to her, and she saw that he was naked, and that his big penis was erect and bobbing at her, as though saying "hello" to her vagina! She was already quite wet down there from having been masturbated to orgasm twice, and so he set to work screwing his big organ into her small hole, making it stretch to take him in.

She didn't like it at first, it was so big. But he took it easy with the kid, and soon she found that she had almost all of him inside her, filling her up. Once she got used to it, it wasn't so bad. Dave played with her small breast buds, pinching them between his thumbs and fingers, and tugging at the stiff nipples to see how far they could stretch up from her chest!

Dave fucked her slowly then, and Patty responded, eventually squirming around on the examination table as well as she could, fucking with the man who had kidnapped her, and liking it! Indeed, she screamed out a new orgasm, and then another, and then another...

The man shot into her then, filling her with his sperm, and drawing yet one more orgasm from the excited little girl. After they both had rested a few minutes, Dave said "Well, Patty, you did very well with that. I think it is going to be a very long time before I get tired of having you here with me! I am going to free you from the examination table now, and you can sit over there while I go upstairs and get us some supper. Okay?"

"Yes, sir. And thank you, sir."

"For what, Patty?"

"For fucking me, sir! You made me a woman, didn't you?"

He laughed with her. "Well, maybe you are not a woman yet, but certainly you are a big girl now!" Patty figured she might get to like living here in his basement, being kept naked for him to play with all the time.

Chapter 3 - Patty Learns to Please

Meanwhile, back at the milking barn, Patty was still being milked, and fucked now by the farm hand Tommy, as she continued to remember the things that had happened to her in recent years.

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Dave was thrilled with Patty, his new slave-girl-in-training. She was so responsive, so eager to learn about sexy things they could do with each other, so eager to please him. In no time he had her sucking him off and swallowing his jism, and loving it. He introduced her to anal sex. This was not his favorite thing to do to a girl, but he knew that his clients would expect a well-trained slave girl to be familiar with and accepting of having her anus reamed out with a penis.

Patty liked it! Then of course he showed her all the different ways he knew that a man and a girl can fuck. Patty loved it all. She especially enjoyed being on top, and riding him to exhaustion. He had never known a little girl who climaxed so easily.

Dave showed Patty a new trick about getting herself off. He stuck two fingers into her vagina, about two or three inches inside, where there was a slightly raised spot. It was her G spot. Then he pressed up firmly on that spot towards her clitoris, rubbing her with his fingers. At the same time he used his other hand to tease her clitoris. The combination stimulation brought her quickly to several powerful orgasms. Patty shrieked with delight at this new experience. Dave had to caution her to go easy with this, as he didn't want the little girl to wear herself out.

Several times in the days that followed he caught her masturbating this new way when she was not supposed to. He had to take her over his knee and give her a bare-bottom spanking, to teach her to obey him. Even just being spanked brought Patty to orgasm. What to do with such a naughty little girl? Dave grew to really love her.

Patty was curious about the instruments of torture that were hanging on the walls of the dungeon she lived in. There were whips, and clamps, and long needles, and huge dildos that would tear a girl up inside. When she asked Dave about these things, he told her that they were mostly just for show, designed to scare the shit out of a new girl, and make her eager to obey him, lest he use such awful things on her.

"In your case, Patty, I quickly saw that I would not need to scare you into doing things you didn't want to do. I have not found anything yet that you didn't enjoy! However the girl I had here before you was very reluctant, and I had to spank her and even whip her a lot, to get her to submit, and accept being a sex slave. Eventually she learned to please in every way. She has a new master now, and knowing him, I am sure he keeps her busy."

Patty said "You have spanked me, master, and I like it when you do that to me." (She had learned to call him 'master' at all times.) "But I cannot imagine how terrible it must be to be whipped!"

The way she said it, licking her lips, Dave knew. Patty wanted him to whip her, to see what it was like! There was a masochistic streak in the girl, as he had already discovered. So he tied her to the examination table, with her butt well raised, and he selected a whip from his collection hanging on the wall. It had several leather flails at the end, and it really looked menacing.

"Oh, no, master!" she wailed, really scared now. "You aren't going to use that nasty whip on my bottom, are you?"

Dave cracked the whip through the air, and it made a most impressive cracking sound. "Yes, dear Patty, I think I will use this big whip on you." Patty didn't know it, but the flails on this whip had been soaked in a liquid that softened them, so that they would not tear open the skin.

Dave raised his arm and he brought the whip down smartly on the girl's bare Bottom. She screamed, imagining that he was tearing her apart. He whipped her again, and then a third time, before he stopped. Indeed the whip did sting her bottom, but it did no real damage to her. There were reddened streaks across her bottom from the flails, and Patty was crying.

Dave put the whip back on the wall, and then he caressed Patty's bottom, soothing away the hurt. He found that her vagina was oozing her juices. Marveling at her he said "You even came when I whipped you?"

Dave untied her then, and Patty wanted to mount him and ride him right away, turned on by being whipped. He let the girl suck him hard, and then she mounted him and rode him. Bouncing herself up and down on his cock, Patty cried out "Giddy up, horsie!" encouraging him to thrust up at her and intensify the fucking.

Dave gave her a bucking bronco to ride then, nearly dislodging her vagina from his cock a couple of times. Finally he was the one who had to beg her to stop, both of them cumming several times before she was done with him. Sometimes he wasn't sure if he was in charge, or whether in her subtle way she was.

Patty missed her friends back home, and of course her Mom too. But as she explained to Dave, she was not close to her mother. After her father left them when she was just a toddler, her mother lost interest in the child. In fact, Patty felt like she was just in the way, keeping her mother from finding another man who would marry her. Some men would not marry a woman with children, not wanting the responsibility.

Patty felt like she should let her mother know that she was all right, but she was not eager to return home to live with her again. Dave usually did not get involved with such things, not really caring if a girl's family missed her. But in Patty's case he wanted to help her. So he allowed her to write a letter to her Mom in her own hand, to let her know that she had found someone else to live with, and that she was okay. There were no other details. Dave took the letter and he mailed it the next time he was out of town, not even wanting it to be postmarked from his city.

Dave kept Patty with him for an entire year, twice the time he usually kept a girl. He saw to it that she continued her studies, home schooling her. At twelve years old Patty's breast buds had matured into a cute pair of real breasts; still small, but quite charming. Dave enjoyed nursing at her breasts like a baby, and Patty enjoyed that too. Her pubic hair began to grow in, but Dave used a depilatory on the girl to keep her pussy hairless.

She had her first period, and after that Dave put Patty on the Pill, so she would not get pregnant. She continued to please him, and they enjoyed fantastic sex together. He had long ago released her from living in the basement dungeon, and had given her the run of the house. This proved useful, as she enjoyed cleaning the house for both of them, and doing the cooking as well. Never before had he trusted a girl so much.

However, Patty saw signs that Dave was getting restless. He was used to keeping a preteen slave girl in his basement dungeon, and training her as a sex slave. She knew that he missed that, having fallen in love with her instead. Patty felt that it was time for her to move on. So one day when he was gone on a short trip, she wrote him a letter, packed a bag with the few clothes that he allowed her, and she left. In her letter, she assured Dave that she would never tell on him, and that he could continue to abduct little girls for his pleasure. She thanked him for taking such good care of her, and teaching her so many fun things. Then Patty left, not sure where she would go, but eager to explore the world.

Chapter 4 - Patty the Photographer's Model

As Patty continued to remember her past, Tommy the farm hand was enjoying fucking the girl from behind, even as she was being milked by the goat milking machine. He had anticipated that she might be sore down there, and her vagina stretched, having given birth two weeks earlier. But he found that she had healed nicely, and she took his penis easily without any complaint. Her vaginal muscles were in good shape, as she proved by squeezing his cock delightfully as he fucked her. Patty continued to recall the past three years, even as she enjoyed being fucked and milked.

* * *

Dave had told Patty about a lot of things that went on in the city, some of them underground and possibly illegal things. After she left him, she sought out a photographer he had told her about. He had a studio in a run-down part of town. He did some legitimate work, passport photos, wedding pictures and the like. But Patty had heard that he also did some illegal stuff, like child porn pics, that he sold to overseas web sites.

Patty figured it was her best chance to get some money in a hurry. She needed to find a place to stay, as well as food and clothing. Patty entered the photographer's studio, looking around at the usual display of photos.

A fat, middle-aged man appeared from the back room after a minute. He looked the girl over. "Well, miss, welcome to my studio. I would guess that you are looking for a graduation photo for your grade school yearbook. Am I right?" Patty laughed. It was a good guess, but not in her case.

"That's not quite what I had in mind, Mr. Ali. I heard that you sometimes hire models for some more provocative posing, right?"

The swarthy balding man looked upset. "Look, miss, I don't know what you have heard about me, but it is not true. I run a legitimate studio here." He feared that Patty was part of some sting operation, sent here by the police.

Patty smiled. "You think I am trying to trick you, right? Well, let me prove to you that I am serious." She hiked up her brief skirt, showing him that she was not wearing any panties underneath it. Mr. Ali's eyes bugged out as he stared at the child's hairless little pussy, all pink and spreading open for him, as she stood with her legs well apart. Moisture was leaking from her little vagina. She looked extremely fuckable.

Patty used a finger on herself then, teasing her clitoris to peek out from its prepuce, all pink and pretty. "Would you like to play with me, Mr. Ali?" she asked, smirking at the man. He groaned with desire for her, clearly a pedophile.

Looking around to be sure there was no one else about to enter his studio he said "Put your skirt down, girl! Someone might come in and see you like this. Are you here with someone? Did someone bring you to me?" He didn't want to make a move on the girl until he was sure that no one was going to barge in on them.

"No, sir, I am here all by myself. I ran away from home, and I need to get money right away, so I can get a place to stay, and food and stuff. I heard on the street that you might be able to help me. Can you?" All the while Patty continued to hold her skirt up while she teased her clitoris, driving the man wild with desire.

"Come on into the back room with me, little girl", he said, hastily putting the "CLOSED" sign in the window and locking the door. Mr. Ali didn't care if he lost a little business the rest of the day. He had better things to do now, things with the pretty little blonde girl who had come to him.

He escorted Patty into the back room, where he had his cameras set up, and various photographic backdrops. "Can I get you something? I have some cold Cokes." he offered her.

"Yes, please. That would be nice." she replied. Mr. Ali went to another room, a kitchenette, and quickly returned with a Coke in a bottle, which he handed to Patty. He had her sit down facing him, as he sat across from her. Smiling, Patty spread her legs and let him look at her pussy beneath her hiked-up skirt.

"Tell me about yourself, miss. Your name, how old you are, any modeling that you have done, any sexual experiences that you have had."

"Well, my name is Patty. I just turned twelve years old last month. I haven't done any professional modeling. However I did live with an older man the past year, and he had me pose naked for a lot of pictures that he took of me. Polaroid's you know, things that he didn't have to take to a store to be developed. He taught me a lot about posing for pictures, especially how best to show off my pussy and my ass and my titties. I like posing that way!" she said, giving Mr. Ali a mischievous wink.

"As for sexual experiences, I don't think there is anything that a man and a girl can do together that he has not taught me. I love it all! Having my pussy and titties licked, giving head and swallowing a man's cum, fucking every which way, and taking it up the ass. Oh, and I cum a lot myself, I love having orgasms!" Patty proceeded to demonstrate on herself, quickly bringing herself to a humping orgasm for Mr. Ali's amusement. The swarthy man was sweating profusely. He could hardly believe his luck. This little girl was every man's wet dream, he thought!

Pouting at the man, Patty asked him "Will you help me, Mr. Ali?" He had to moisten his dry lips and swallow before he could reply.

"Yes of course Patty. You can pose for me, and I will pay you well. How well I pay you will depend of how well you pose for me of course, but I think you will find the pay generous. As for having a place to stay, you could stay here with me for now, until you find a place of your own. I'm alone, and I live in an apartment upstairs." he said hopefully. "Okay?"

"Oh, thank you, Mr. Ali!" she said, going over to him and bending down to kiss him on his mouth. She ran her tongue into his mouth, and he responded in kind, delighted at her eagerness. Patty pulled back then and said "I know I have given you a hard-on, Mr. Ali. Let me take care of that for you."

With that she knelt down before him and unzipped his fly, and she freed his erect penis from his pants. It was sort of smelly. She figured he had not bathed the last few days, but she didn't mind that. Still, she would get him to bathe daily. Patty took the man's penis into her mouth, and she proved to him that she was an expert cock-sucker. She teased him with her tongue, and then she paused, prolonging the experience for him.

Finally though, she sucked him off, and swallowed everything that he pumped into her pretty mouth! Mr. Ali was delighted with the girl! He suggested that he could get her some soup and sandwiches for lunch, and he went off to the kitchenette to do that. When he returned with a tray, two bowls of soup and peanut butter sandwiches, he nearly dropped the tray at the sight that greeted him. Patty had stripped naked, and she had finished her Coke. She was on the couch with her legs spread wide. She had the neck of the Coke bottle inside her pussy, and she was masturbating with it!

Quickly Mr. Ali grabbed a camera, and he took a whole series of pictures of Patty like that, not wanting to miss this erotic moment. She came to orgasm, several times, with the Coke bottle. Patty stayed with the photographer for several months, sleeping in his bed with him, fucking with him. He took some of the most erotic child porn pictures of his life, with Patty as his willing model, also some erotic videos of her.

She became something of a star in porn circles, with her own Russian website, being that child porn laws are practically non-existent there. They gave her the name Masha. It was a pay site. Perhaps the reader may have seen her on the internet? Not all of the pictures were in the nude.

Mr. Ali had her pose wearing sheer panties. In one scene Patty put her hand inside her panties and played with herself. There were pictures of her having an orgasm, and then withdrawing her hand. More pictures of fluid leaking from her vagina, and creating a translucent stain in the crotch of her panties. Then she peed through her panties. Very erotic! Other pictures showed the girl playing with her growing titties, pinching her nipples, even twisting them, and trying to milk herself. She used dildos on her pussy and her ass too, working herself to orgasm.

Mr. Ali introduced Patty to another girl who modeled for him, Jenny. She was a pretty brunette, thirteen years old. He took a series of pictures of the two of them together, engaging in lesbian activities. Patty learned to rub her pussy against the other girl's, their legs spread in scissor fashion, rubbing to orgasm. This was a new experience for Patty, but she liked it. She liked everything related to sex!

Patty soon had plenty of money from her modeling career. She decided that it was time to move on. Mr. Ali actually cried when she told him that she was leaving. She spent her last night with him consoling the man, and fucking his brains out.

Chapter 5 - Patty, a Rich Man's Plaything

As Patty continued thinking about her recent history, Tommy had finished fucking her. The young farm hand checked how the milking was coming with her, and with the two other cowgirls, Lisa and Amy. It seemed the other two were producing well enough, but Patty was coming up short. He stood before her and shouted to be heard over the noisy whirring of the three goat milking machines that were still extracting milk from the cowgirls, or girl cows, or girls whose breasts were being milked like dairy cows!

"You need to do better than this, Patty! We expect at least a pint of milk from you in the morning, and again in the evening." With that the farm hand reached above the milkers, and he began squeezing her breasts, forcing milk down towards her nipples.

"That hurts!" she complained, but Tommy did it anyway. He turned the goat milkers up to a higher setting to suck harder at her tits.

"OWW!" Patty forced herself to take her mind off of what he was doing to her, remembering Mr. Rich.

* * *

During her time with Mr. Ali the photographer, Patty on occasion went out and explored the neighborhood. Frequently some of the teen boys who were lounging around would make passes at her, but she brushed them off good-naturedly.

There was an adult book store nearby, and she went in out of curiosity. An old lady behind the counter tried to chase her out, telling her that children were not allowed in the shop. However a well-dressed man in a business suit told the lady to leave the girl alone. It turned out that he was the owner of the store, and a whole string of similar stores across the country. It just happened that he was visiting this store at the time that Patty dropped by.

"My name is Mr. Rich, young lady. I am the owner of this book store. Can I help you with something?" he asked her. He had quickly sized her up and figured that Patty was something more than just an ignorant child. She smiled at the man, glad to meet someone who treated her with respect.

"Well, I am just curious. I know that mostly men come in here, looking for magazines with pictures that they masturbate to. I guess there are a lot of lonely men out there, who don't have wives or girl friends, right? Anyway, I respect that you provide such men with a means of satisfying their needs. Oh, and my name is Patty." He was surprised at the girl's candor and her knowledge of the situation.

"Well thank you for your comment, Patty. Not many people realize that we provide a useful service to the community. Too many do-gooders are out there trying to shut us down. Now, what would you like to see? We have some gay magazines over here, with pictures of good-looking men showing off their penises! Would you like to see that?"

Patty laughed. "Okay, I guess it wouldn't hurt to look, right?"

Mr. Rich selected a couple of magazines for the young girl. "Perhaps you would like to take these back to our private reading room. I'm really not supposed to allow children to look at these magazines, but I figure that you are mature enough to see them, Patty."

Patty suddenly felt very grown up, flattered by the man. She let him lead her into a private room in back of the book store, where she took a seat at a table. She began looking at the magazines, giggling at some of the pictures of boys with huge erections.

"My goodness! It would be hard to take HIM into my vagina!" she exclaimed. Without thinking about it, Patty put her hand down between her legs and began rubbing herself through her panties. Mr. Rich grinned wickedly as he watched the pretty girl playing with herself. Yes, he had been right about her. He would have to figure out some way to seduce her, he thought.

Patty looked up at the man and caught him leering at her. "Oh, you want to look at me, and watch me playing with myself, don't you, Mr. Rich? That's all right, I don't mind. Here, have a good look." With that Patty surprised even the urbane man, who thought he had seen it all. She turned her chair to face him, hiked up her skirt more, and pulled aside the crotch of her panties, showing off her gaping vulva, all red and wet inside there.

She must be a young whore, he thought. "Well, if you are trying to sell me a piece of that pretty pussy, Patty, I am not buying." he told her.

"What? Oh! You think I'm a whore, don't you, Mr. Rich. Well, I'm not. I just like sex, a lot, that's all." she said, blushing.

"I didn't mean to offend you, Patty." he said.

"No, that's all right. I can see how you might make that mistake, with me showing you everything and all. Anyway, if you want to watch me masturbate, I will, and it won't cost you anything! Okay?"

He laughed "Okay, Patty!" And she did. Patty let the man lick her off after her orgasm, as she got very juicy. He told her she could keep the magazines, no charge, and invited her to come back and see him some time.

Mr. Rich said he would be back at the store in another week, and they set a time when they could meet. In fact he went as far as to tell Patty that he had a big home with a swimming pool a few miles out of town, and he would love to have her come and visit him some time. It seemed that he had no family, and so that would not be a problem.

During the next week Patty decided that it might be time for her to leave Mr. Ali. It looked like Mr. Rich would enjoy having her stay with him. Besides she wanted to see his big house.

To make a long story short, Patty wound up living with Mr. Rich at his big house. She felt like a rich girl for the first time in her life. He bought her all sorts of nice clothes, and she had a big bedroom of her own with her own private bath. Also he employed a lady to keep house, and to cook for him, so Patty did not have to lift a finger.

Mr. Rich had no problem keeping the girl, because he lived here in Tennessee where the age of consent is twelve years old. He also saw to it that she continued her education, home-schooling her just as Dave had done. Patty had actually missed that while she was living with Mr. Ali, who simply had not thought about her education, other than sex and posing.

Although Patty had her own room, she actually spent more time sleeping with the man in his bed. Needless to say, they also fucked a lot.

One day he came home waving a new magazine that had just come in from Europe. "Look what I have here, Patty; or should I call you Masha?" She looked through the magazine, surprised to see that it was entirely devoted to her. It was packed full of the erotic photos that Mr. Ali had taken during the time she lived with him. She was quite pleased to see that a whole magazine had been devoted to her. She laughed at some of the pictures of her, some showing her peeing.

Mr. Rich did not seem to be too pleased. "I didn't know that I was living with a little porn star!"

Patty said "How can you complain about that? Look at how you make your living, selling dirty magazines like this, to lonely men!"

Mr. Rich said "Well, that's business. I didn't expect to drag it into my house. Besides, I can't make any money off of something like this. It's illegal to sell erotic materials showing kids under eighteen years old. Sure, I will keep a few copies for under-the-counter sales to trusted customers, but it is simply as a favor to them."

Patty replied "Let me get this straight. It is legal for you to live with a twelve-year-old and fuck the shit out of me, right? But distribute photos showing me playing with my pussy and peeing, and they will send you to prison? Boy, is this country fucked up or what!"

Mr. Rich suddenly burst out laughing, seeing how ridiculous the situation was. "You are right, honey. I have no right to be upset with you. I knew you were a horny little girl from the day I met you. I wouldn't have it any other way. It just took me by surprise to find you are an international porn star!" (NOTE: Correction: Age of consent in Tennessee is now 18. Sorry, guys.)

Patty was secretly very pleased with herself, imagining all the horny men everywhere who got off looking at erotic pictures of her. She lived with Mr. Rich for a year, until some time after her thirteenth birthday. Meanwhile her breasts developed quite nicely, and her figure became more womanly, and more curvy. Then one day she realized that her period was overdue. She told him that she thought she might be pregnant.

Mr. Rich was quite upset with her. "Haven't you been taking your birth control pills, Patty?"

"Yes, of course I have; except once in awhile I may forget a day. Besides, they are not 100% effective, you know."

He got her a pregnancy test kit. Sure enough, Patty was pregnant. Mr. Rich was pissed with her, even accusing her of deliberately getting pregnant so she could saddle him with having to support her bastard kid for the next eighteen years. Patty saw a side of the man that she didn't know existed before. He arranged for her to get an abortion. Patty was not sure she wanted one. She began to think that it was time for her to leave. She didn't want to live with a man who was that abusive to her. She was in a disturbed state when she went to the abortion clinic.

Chapter 6 - Patty decides to have her baby

Meanwhile, back at the milking barn, Tommy had decided that he was not going to be able to force any more milk out of Patty's tits. The young cowgirl was crying, and he was sorry that he had hurt her. He turned off the goat milkers for all three of his cowgirls.

"I'm sorry I hurt you, Patty, but I am supposed to try to get at least a pint of milk from every girl."

Lisa spoke up "This is her first time, Tommy. It is not unusual for a girl to produce less milk, until she has been machine-milked a few times. I know you are new here, Tommy, and you want to please your boss, but believe me, he will not expect Patty to meet her quota right away."

"Well, I just want to do a good job, Lisa. God, I love this job!" the young farm hand said, as he detached the goat milkers from all three girls' tits. He had been raised on a goat farm, where he was used to milking a herd of goats. It was that experience that had got him this job, even though he was quite young.

Patty stopped crying, relieved that the forced milking had ended. Her breasts had never felt so empty, so completely drained. She thought back to when she was first pregnant.

* * *

At the abortion clinic, Patty had to talk with a counselor before the doctor would see her. The counselor saw that the young girl was quite confused, and not at all sure she wanted to go through with the abortion. Under such circumstances, the counselor was obligated to point out other options to Patty.

"There is a place where you could stay during your pregnancy, if you decide you want to have your baby, Patty. It is funded by an adoption agency. The only catch is you have to agree that the baby will be put up for adoption. But at least you will know that your baby is alive and living in a good home. If you are agreeable to this, the agency will pay all the bills for your care until after you give birth. Does that sound like something you might want to do?"

"Yes, I think I would like to do that. I know I am too young to keep my baby and care for it, but I sure don't feel like I want to kill it either!"

"Very well, I will call the agency for you. They may be able to take you in right away, if they are not full up."

"Good. I don't think I can go back to where I have been living, unless I agree to an abortion." So it was that Patty came to live at a home for unwed mothers. It was not nearly as posh as the home she had shared with Mr. Rich, but she no longer wanted to live with him.

Patty had to follow the rules at the home, not so free to do whatever she wanted to do, but it was not a bad place to be. A doctor came by regularly to examine her and all the other expectant mothers, and she was given plenty of good food to enhance her chances of having a healthy baby.

She also attended classes with the other girls, a change from her home-schooling routine. It was good to have other girls for company, instead of only one horny old man. Patty had to learn to cool it though regarding masturbation, so as not to harm the baby. For her, that was the hardest thing of all to give up.

And so it was that her belly grew bigger and bigger, and her breasts swelled up like melons on her chest. Patty had morning sickness too. "Pregnancy sucks!" she thought.

Finally, after the usual nine months, Patty went into labor. She delivered a healthy baby girl, on the very day of her fourteenth birthday. Patty was allowed to keep the baby for just two weeks. The agency knew that babies did well if they got colostrum from their mothers' milk during the first few days, building up their immunity. It made it harder for the girls to part with their babies after bonding with them through breast-feeding for the first two weeks, but it was the best thing for the babies.

The day came when the baby was to be taken away from her. Patty was reluctant to give her up, but she had already signed the adoption papers giving up all rights to her baby long ago. The nurse told Patty "We have arranged for you to go to a very special place, Patty, now that the time has come for you to leave here. Only younger girls who meet certain qualifications are able to go there. I am sure that you will like it there." She told her this with a big smile. Later on Patty wondered if the nurse knew what this new place was really like: a farm for milking girls' breasts by machine, like they were dairy cows. And so it was that Patty became part of a small herd of cowgirls, with Amy and Lisa.

Chapter 7 - Patty Settles in with the Larger Dairy Herd

Patty finished thinking about how she had come to be here as a cowgirl. The initial forced milking of her breasts by nasty goat milkers was over. Tommy the farm hand wiped the denture adhesive off of the three cowgirls' areolas, once he had pulled the goat milkers off of their nipples. He had to pull especially hard on the ones attached to Patty's nipples, to get them off of her. Having used high suction to try to force more milk from her breasts, her nipples had been stretched and drawn down deep into the goat udder chambers. Tommy had to twist and pull hard on the goat milkers to get them to release her expanded nipples. Patty screamed as he did that.

Finally, "Pfop!" "Pfop!" they went, and her reddened nipples escaped from the nasty milkers. Tommy caressed her abused nipples to soothe them, and he bent down and kissed them gently.

"I'm sorry that I had to hurt you so much, Patty." he said.

"I think I know why I wasn't able to give enough milk this time, Tommy." she replied. "I breast-fed my baby for the last time about four hours ago, and so my breasts didn't have enough new milk in them. I think that I will do much better the next time you milk me."

"Oh! I didn't know that, Patty. I would not have been so hard on your tits if I had known. You should have said something earlier." With that, Tommy taped fresh milk pads over the three cowgirls' nipples, and he released their wrists from the restraints used during the milkings. He gave them back their pullover tops, and the cowgirls put them on.

Tommy led his three cowgirls back to the compound where they were housed. On the way they passed an older farm hand, Rodney, who had a full complement of six cowgirls with him, on their way to the milking barn. Patty had not met these six cowgirls yet. She realized then that this cowgirl dairy was larger than she had thought.

Rodney was a big beefy black man. His cowgirls all looked rather unhappy Patty thought, and she wondered if Rodney treated them roughly. Perhaps she should be grateful that she was in Tommy's small herd. The boy didn't mean to hurt her, she knew. At least he had given her a nice fucking, and she had cum. It was the first fucking that Patty had enjoyed in several months.

Once his cowgirls were back in the compound, Tommy left them to their own devices. Lisa told Patty that they currently had 21 cowgirls in all, and room for another three.

The building where the cowgirls lived was like a military dormitory, with about two dozen bunk beds, and footlockers for their clothes. Patty was shown which bunk was to be hers. In an adjacent room there were commodes and sinks and shower stalls for the cowgirls. A separate room had slightly more elaborate quarters for four farm hands, the men who were in charge of the cowgirls. Patty learned that the men shared the toilet and shower facilities with the cowgirls.

At any time a girl was taking a shower, she might expect to have some horny farm hand join her in the shower, which led to some interesting unexpected joining of penis and vagina. This didn't happen all the time of course, but often enough to make taking a shower something of an adventure.

Patty grinned when she learned of this arrangement. It might be fun living here! Lisa and Amy showed Patty around the compound where they were kept. The compound was fenced in all around, with strings of barbed wire at the top of the fence. It would not be easy to escape from this place. But the grounds inside were well kept, with plenty of flower plantings, and benches to sit on and relax beneath shade trees, almost like a park. They showed her two other large buildings. One was a recreation center, where they had ping pong and pool tables, a small library and study area, and a large screen television.

There were about a dozen other cowgirls using the recreation center. There was also a classroom. Patty was surprised to learn that a teacher was employed full-time, and the girls were all encouraged to earn their high school diplomas. As an added incentive, the girls who failed to complete high school by the time they were eighteen years old knew that they might be shipped overseas to live in a brothel. Such had been the fate of the lately departed Sheila. Girls who did finish high school, and who were deemed to be trustworthy, could expect to be employed by call-girl rings in some of the major cities in the U.S., where they might enjoy a rather nice style of living.

Hearing this, Patty deduced that this whole operation must be controlled by the Mafia. The other building was the mess hall, with a large dining room and a kitchen. Patty found it interesting that the girls were not required to do the cooking or housekeeping. Instead there was a crew of mainly Oriental women who were employed to perform these duties.

Lunch time came around, and Patty and her new friends Amy and Lisa went through the cafeteria line together. There was plenty of food, designed to encourage the cowgirls to continue and increase their milk supply. They sat with some other girls, and Patty met several of them. She also learned that sometimes well-dressed men visited the cowgirl dairy in the evenings. They were allowed to select one of the girls, and take her off to a room for a private hand-milking; or sometimes they wanted to be breast-fed like babies. They paid a rather high price for this service.

But, she learned, most of the girls' milk production was actually donated to Mothers' Milk Centers, which collected the milk and pasteurized it to be used to feed sickly or premature infants in hospitals. It was said to have saved many babies who otherwise might have died. Lisa told Patty that it was rumored that this was done at the direction of a powerful Mafia Don, who considered it to be his contribution to the betterment of society. Imagine that, Patty thought; a Mafia kingpin with a heart! This might not be such a bad place after all.

Chapter 8 - Patty Meets an Important Man

Later that afternoon, Lisa, Amy and Patty were the first to have their supper. Right after that, Tommy came to escort them back to the milking barn. The cowgirls were milked in four shifts, starting with Tommy's small group of three. The other farm hands each had six cowgirls in their herds, and they were milked after Tommy's group.

Assuming that his boss approved of his work, Tommy would be getting the next three cowgirls who were brought in, to fill out his smaller herd. The procedure was the same as it had been that morning. The cowgirls took off their tops and then knelt down in their stalls. Tommy secured their wrists in restraints, their arms pulled up and away from their breasts. He removed the now soaked milk pads that he had taped to their breasts after the morning milking, applied a thin ring of denture adhesive around the circles of their areolas, fastened the goat milkers over their nipples, and turned on the milking machines.

This time everything went much more smoothly for Patty, who had suffered from the farm hand's failed efforts to force more milk from her breasts during her initial milking that morning. Tommy decided to play with young Amy, and he got behind her and fucked her doggie-fashion, just as he had done with Patty that morning. She complained at first, but he soon gentled her down, and soon it was clear that Amy was enjoying the fucking.

When he was done with Amy, Tommy checked the milk production of his cowgirls. He was pleased to see that Patty had no trouble in supplying the expected pint of milk this time. Lisa and Amy also met their quota.

When the milking was done, he removed the goat milkers, wiped off the adhesive from their breasts, applied fresh milk pads to their nipples, and released the cowgirls from their wrist restraints. The girls put their tops back on, and Tommy escorted them back to the compound.

Later that evening the cowgirls had a visitor. He had a small entourage with him, a chauffeur and a bodyguard. He was a well-dressed older man, and it turned out that he had come to examine and play with Patty. He seemed to be a person of some influence, as she noticed that all the staff was very deferential to the man.

Patty was told to go with him, and the man took her to a private room. His bodyguard waited outside the door. Patty was not sure how she should address him, so she reverted to the training Dave had given her. She called him 'Master', and she did everything he asked her to do without question. That seemed to please him.

"I heard that you had joined our dairy herd, Patty, and I wanted to come personally and welcome you. Not only are you a most attractive blonde girl, but you are somewhat famous in pedophile circles, Masha!" Patty blushed. The man knew about her underground erotic pictures that had been published in a sex magazine.

"I am flattered that you have taken note of me, Master." she replied. "Please tell me how I may serve you."

He chuckled. "I see that somebody has trained you well, Patty. To start with, you could take off your top, and let me examine your milky breasts." She hastened to obey, and she removed the milk pads from her nipples as well. "Hmmm." he said, looking her over and, running his hand over her breasts, lightly feeling her. "Yes, very nice! You have filled out considerably since your pictures were taken, what, about a year and a half ago?"

"Yes, Master, that is correct. Of course my breasts have grown especially since I had a baby, and I am giving milk now."

"Yes, and I thought I might try milking you by hand now." He took off his suit coat and tie and set them aside. There was a platform in the room designed for this purpose. Patty was told to stand behind it and lean forward, bending at the waist. There were padded arms rests for her forearms. As she leaned over, her milky breasts hung down from her chest. The area was open at the front, giving him access to her breasts. Beneath her breasts there was a large pan to catch her milk. It was sloped so that the milk would run down to a small hole, and down a tube into a milk bottle below the pan. Her milk would not be wasted.

He sat down on a milking stool, facing the girl. The man took her breasts firmly in hand, and he began squeezing and pulling on Patty's tits, first one breast and then the other, rubbing his fingers down towards her nipples.

"Squirt! Squirt!" the first shots of her milk shot from her nipples and splashed noisily into the pan. The first few shots were not very much, but her breasts soon began letting down some serious bursts of her milk. "SQUIRT! SQUIRT!" went her tits, shooting milk out of her nipples, as the man squeezed and tugged at her tits.

Patty smiled at him. Here he was, obviously a man of importance, and he was playing with her breasts with all the glee of a little boy, who has just discovered what tits are made for, and that they can be fun to play with.

"SQUIRT! SQUIRT!" The man forced Patty's tits to shoot streams of her milk into the milk pan, as he played with his new tittie toys. Clearly the man had hand-milked girls' breasts before, as he knew just what to do to extract some good streams of milk from the milk glands. Patty felt even more like a little cow now that he was using her this way, than she had when she was milked by the goat milkers.

Playfully she smiled at the man and said "Mooo!"

He was startled at first, but then he smiled and laughed with her. "Yes, Mooo! my sweet little milk cow!"

Patty "Moooed!" some more for him, becoming his girl-cow. She tried not to wince when his hands grew more insistent, squeezing harder, seeing that her milk flow was diminishing.

"I am sorry that I don't have more milk for you now, Master. I was milked just about two hours ago."

"Yes, of course, Patty. I should have realized that. I will stop milking you now."

"If you like, Master, you could nurse at my tits for awhile. There may not be a lot of milk left, but some men enjoy sucking on a girl's tits even if she doesn't have milk to feed him."

He smiled. "That is an excellent idea, Patty!" He took her over to a couch in the room then, and he nursed at her breasts for awhile.

"What a thirsty baby! Let Mommy feed you, my sweet baby!" Patty said, as she stroked the man's hair.

He practically choked on a nipple with laughter. "You are a very entertaining young lady, Patty!" he said.

She smiled at him. "You are welcome to fuck me if you want to, Master! Or I could just suck you off if you prefer!"

He pulled away from her then, as though annoyed. But then he said "I know you meant well, and that is a very generous offer, Patty. But for reasons that are private, I do not intend to have sex with you this evening."

"Oh! I am sorry if I have displeased you, Master."

"No, you haven't, sweet child. Indeed you have pleased me quite well."

Patty took a chance. "May I make an observation, Master?"

He looked at her closely. "Yes of course. Speak freely, Patty."

"Well, sir, I just want you to know that I think it is wonderful what you are doing, providing mothers' milk for so many helpless little babies!"

He looked at her with astonishment. "Who told you that?"

Patty said "I'm sorry if I displeased you, Master. I just heard a rumor, and I figured it was true, and that you are the man responsible for all this."

"Well, you are a bright girl, Patty. Please keep this to yourself. In my business it is important that not too many people know about this, or people will think that I am going soft!"

"Yes, Master! I did not realize. I promise not to mention a word of this to anybody!"

He stroked her cheek fondly then. "Ah, Patty, I only wish that I had a daughter like you! Know that you have given me much pleasure this evening." He kissed her then, a fatherly sort of kiss. He got up then, put on his tie and suit coat, and escorted Patty back to the other girls.

They all looked at her, wondering that this important man had come to visit her. She gave him a properly chaste kiss goodbye. Then he left them.

Lisa and Amy wanted to know what he had done with her, but Patty said simply "I can't tell you. It's private."

Patty wondered what it would be like to be the adopted daughter of the most important Mafia Don in the country. She was always alert to opportunities to improve herself. She had recognized the man from seeing his picture on TV news a couple of years ago. The government had tried him on criminal enterprise charges, but a jury acquitted him of the charges.

Patty knew that she had got his attention that evening. If she knew men, and she did, he would be coming back. She figured that the reason he didn't want to have sex with her was because he was already regarding her as a daughter. That would be incestuous, and against his code of honor. As it turned out, Patty was right.

Three days later the man did come back for her, and he took her to live with him in a big mansion. He continued to enjoy milking her breasts, sometimes sucking the milk from her and drinking it, and sometimes saving it to donate to hungry little babies.

In time Patty became his adopted daughter. She was very bright, and some years later he put her through law school. Patty became a Mafia lawyer. She found ways for her Daddy and his friends to get around the law, or at least to distance themselves from their more illegal activities.

She also met and fell in love with a charming Sicilian-American young man. He enjoyed nursing at Patty's breasts too, but unlike Daddy, he also enjoyed fucking her. Patty married him. He was the heir apparent to a famous Don who was affiliated with her Daddy. But that is another story...