Milk

Chapter 29

Iwoke up much more rested and much less sore than I expected. I blinked slowly in the morning light pouring into the room.

I turned around to find that Carter was nowhere near me, but sitting on his desk, not more than a couple of steps from the bed. He was talking on his phone and didn’t seem totally focused on the conversation…

“Carter?” I called.

He didn’t react. He was just nodding and humming ‘mmhmm’ with an intense expression. His blue eyes stared into the distance and I could see the gears in his brain turning. His face was serious, but there was something curling at the edge of his lips.

Before I could call him again, he spoke, “Everything’s on schedule. Don’t worry, this will be done by the end of the year … All of it, yes.”

What would be done by the end of the year? It seemed important, like something he was very glad to be rid of. I adjusted slightly on the bed and it creaked under my weight. Carter turned. His eyes went just a little wider at seeing me awake, immediately he ended the call.

“Tiff, You’re up.”

“Well … I wouldn’t say ‘up,’” I did my best to make light of the situation.

I tried to push myself to sit up on the bed, but with the straitjacket, that was a big ask.

Carter rushed towards me and worked on undoing it.

How kind of him to free me without making me ask.

Though he was the one who put it on me. I wasn’t sure why that bothered me so much.

After everything I’d gone through at his facility (that I’d mostly half-forgiven him for), this seemed pretty mild. Still, it annoyed me.

“I need to use the bathroom,” I said as he worked the straps around me.

“I’ll get this off you and you can go,” he said as the bell around my neck jingled as he worked on freeing me. “Then I have something special I want you to see.”

“Another surprise?”

“The biggest one. This will be a very special day.”

“Dare I ask?”

“You’ll know soon enough,” he said, barely containing his enthusiasm.

The last surprise Carter had gotten for me was a nice romantic dinner. Despite the awkward, non-sexual bondage that ended the night, dinner had been quite something. Maybe I was starting to trust his surprises.

Once the jacket was off, I went to the bathroom naked. I used the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and took care of myself as much as I dared. By the time I came back, my dress was gone. Carter offered me his hand, planning to march me out naked.

I sighed. I should’ve expected that.

He took me to the elevator and down towards the lower floors.

I was worried, thinking he would take me back to the stalls.

But I was surprised. The elevator opened into a nice, wide open underground floor.

The high ceilings were painted like the sky.

The walls were painted like a farm field, UV lamps simulating a diffuse sun.

There were ‘houses’ within the hallway, red roofs, white walls, and picket fences.

It was a fever dream of idyllic farming Americana as drawn by a savant eight-year-old; realistic, but over the top.

“Carter?” I asked.

“You’ll see, in a moment,” he said, pulling my arm into his as we walked down the small road between the fake rural suburbia. “There she is!”

She? I looked ahead and saw Susan and another woman, with dark hair and almond-shaped eyes. I clenched. Susan had been the herald of some of my most painful moments in Sunshine Sanctuary. Carter just tapped my forearm encouragingly as we approached.

“Tell me you have good news. I promised her a special day,” Carter instructed.

“We do,” Susan said.

“The tests are perfect. All her numbers are right where we want them. She’s ready to start. Immediately.”

“Ready to start? Test?” I asked, “Carter, what’s going on?”

He turned to me, taking both my hands and kissing my knuckles, one hand at a time. “Today, my little calf, is the day you become … complete.”

I blushed, despite the ominous situation. He was so courteous all the time. How could a woman not blush?

“Complete? What are you saying?”

The woman next to Susan set down a briefcase and opened it, crouching next to it to show a series of injectors and glass vials aligned within the medical-grade blue foam.

“It won’t hurt much, I promise,” the woman said.

“What won’t hurt?” I asked, stepping back.

“The injections,” Susan explained.

I lost it. I was done with this weird science experiment. I thought Carter had pulled me out of it. I shook my head and stepped back.

“I don’t want any drugs!” I shouted as my bell jingled.

“Tiffany, you-” Carter started.

“No! I saw what you guys did! I saw what you did with Wren! I don’t want that!”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Susan sighed.

“Shut up, bitch!” I yelled at her.

“Watch it,” she cautioned me, hand moving to the little remote control that activated my shock collar.

“No!” I tried to slap it out of her hand, “I’m done with you! With this! I won’t take any drugs!”

“Tiffany, listen-” Carter tried again, but I stepped back from him as he tried to touch my shoulder.

He looked hurt. Good. He should be hurt. He didn’t fuck me last night. Now we were back to human testing!

“I don’t want to be mindless like Wren! I don’t want this!” I interrupted him.

“Shall I knock her out, Carter?” Susan asked calmly.

“No. Go fetch Wren.”

“What?” Susan and I asked at the same time.

Carter replied to Susan only, assertively. “Go fetch Wren.”

His tone left no room for question. He guided me to a fake porch attached to a fake house.

I sat there, in the shade from the fake sun above.

For ten minutes I stewed, until a naked Wren appeared holding hands with Susan.

She seemed normal, nothing like her hyper-sexed frenzy she’d been stuck in the first time I saw her.

“What?” I demanded, as Wren climbed to join me, her own bell jingling playfully, massive tits swaying with each step.

“Hi, Tiff!”

“Wren!” I got up and hugged her.

She hugged me back. Something about the full warmness of her breasts caused my pussy to tingle pleasantly. I tried not to think about it.

“Suzie told me you wanted to talk to me?” She asked.

“Suzie? You call Susan Suzie?” I almost snorted.

“Yeah. It’s my pet name for her.”

“Pet name?”

Wren giggled. “She’s my … girlfriend. Sorta.”

“What? Girlfriend? But you – They kidnapped you!”

I was a hypocrite considering I was falling in love with Carter, despite being kidnapped as well.

“Kinda? But they also saved my life,” Wren mumbled.

“Saved your life?”

Behind her, Carter gestured to Susan. She stepped forward, holding some Polaroids. She handed them to Wren. She took it, but didn’t show it to me yet.

“Look, Tiffany. There’s a lot you don’t know,” Wren said softly.

Understatement of the year. “I can see that…”

“What do you know about me being gone?”

“Just that you disappeared?”

“Nothing else?” She asked, studying my eyes.

“Something about a robbery?”

Wren sighed. “There was no robbery, Tiff. I was beaten. And raped.”

“What?”

“Yeah.” She looked down at her feet, taking a deep breath, and glancing at the photos again. “It was pretty bad.”

“Who? Who did this?”

“I don’t know. They wore masks, but one of them had a woodpecker tattoo on his wrist. I saw it as he brought his hand down to shut my mouth. Never forgot it.”

“A woodpecker. I think…” My mind couldn’t finish the thought.

“Anyway,” Wren continued, “It was some nazi group. They’d been harassing my family and our store for months at night. They must’ve seen I was alone that night and … got bold.”

“I-I had no idea, Wren. But what does this have to do with you being here?” I asked, my voice dropping.

“They didn’t call the police or an ambulance when they were done, Tiff. They only left because something spooked them. That’s why I’m alive,” she said. “That something was a Milk van from Sunshine Sanctuary.”

“We were doing a delivery. One of my men radioed about her,” Carter interjected. “So we brought her here. Our medical facilities are better than anything the town could offer.”

I blinked. When he handed me the pictures, I saw Wren.

She was beaten badly; a broken jaw, fractured skull bones, and bruises all over.

The pictures all showed her in a clinical room very much like the one I woke up in after being branded.

I looked at Wren now. Not a scar. Not a single mark from the assault.

“They healed you?”

“They did what they could with normal options. Then, when that wasn’t enough, they injected me with things and my body healed itself the rest of the way. Not just healed, but improved.”

She juggled her massive tits, to make her point. “Not just breasts, you know? I’m giddy all the time. Not dumb; I’m still smart. I just feel … Right as rain all day, every day.”

“Must be nice,” I said bitterly.

Susan took the pictures from my hand. She gave Wren a kiss. Wren blushed as she kissed her back. They loved each other. I hated that I believed it, but I did.

“So,” Carter stepped in, “that’s what I want to give you, Tiffany. I won’t erase anything about you, just enhance. Make you feel better.”

“But I-”

“I won’t make you do it if you don’t want to,” he interrupted me, “but it would mean a lot to me if you did.”

I sighed. I looked at Wren and Susan, trading whispers and butterfly secrets despite how Wren had just talked about horrific trauma. Being able to leave that behind so easily sounded nice. If it came with bigger tits - Well, mine were pretty big already - maybe that was a price I could pay.

“Fine, Carter. I’ll do it.”

“My sweet calf,” he praised while pulling me close.

He kissed me. It was intense, passionate. His tongue flirted and stroked mine, his lips molded to mine. Every flick and stroke, the way his breath filled me and his body pressed into me drove me crazy. I almost came from that alone. I was still stunned when he pulled back.

“I need to go. Dr. Yan will take good care of you. Great things are happening, Tiff,” Carter said, stepping out as I sat back down.

Wren sat beside me to hold my hand while the doctor prepared the needles under Susan’s gaze.

I bit my lip. There were many injections, apparently.

Each one a soft sting; one needle to each of my thighs, then three on each breast. One was so close to my nipple, I winced and almost fainted.

Thankfully, after just a couple of minutes, it was done.

“How do you feel?” Dr. Yan asked.

“Dizzy,” I said. “Nauseous. I think that’s from my fear of needles more than anything.”

“For someone afraid, you did well,” Dr. Yan complimented, closing her briefcase and getting up. “The effects should start soon.”

“What will happen?”

Wren giggled. “You’ll see.”

Susan and Dr. Yan looked at each other, as they left us alone on the porch together. We sat in silence for a long time, my head resting on Wren’s shoulder as she held my hand.

“So, Carter,” she teased in a sing-song voice, “He really loves you, huh?”

“He’s hot and cold, I can’t figure him out.”

“How so?”

I wasn’t sure where to begin, so I told Wren everything.

Everything from the time I got here: the capture, the pen, and the bath.

I told her how much I hated it, how much I loved it, and how much I wanted Carter to fuck me.

Then I got to how much it hurt when he rejected me.

To my surprise, she just listened, not judging, just nodding along.

“Sounds like he’s respecting you. Not wanting to do it without your consent and all,” She said once I finished.

“I consented, Wren. I consented loudly! I begged!”

“He might feel like waiting is necessary. Susan didn’t … I mean, we didn’t do it for a while when I was here. She was clearly into me, but I guess she wanted to be sure I was into her too, or if the drugs were talking.”

“I’m not taking drugs,” I said and paused. My breasts were aching a little. “I mean, I wasn't before.”

“Still … You might just be rushing things. He obviously likes you, you like him, just give it time, Tiff.” Then she smiled. “Or are you rushing because you want his dick more than our daily meals?”

We laughed. But as I did, dizziness took over. I wobbled on the bench.

“Tiff?” Wren reached for my shoulder.

I tried to tell her I was fine, but the words slurred. The whole farmland was spinning. I reached for the porch railing and missed. I fell limp to the wooden floor, unable to force my body to move. My vision darkened.

“Tiff? Are you okay? TIFF?” Wren shouted, “SOMEONE, PLEASE GET HELP! TIFF! TIFF!”