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I wasn’t sure I even wanted to know, but judging by the hardness of my cock, at least part of me couldn’t wait to find out more. I pulled Genie slowly in front of me, until her bottom was against the bulge of my erection. She rubbed ever so slowly against it as we watched the lurid scene play out.

Good girl.

Unable to resist, I reached under Genie’s t-shirt, pleased to see she hadn’t worn anything under it. Her breasts were the round, gravity-defying variety, the sort only young women in the prime of their lives tended to be blessed with. We both looked on, not saying a word, Genie sighing now and then as I fondled her at my leisure.

Keenan continued. “Clara there was only a month past her nineteenth birthday when she applied. Despite her counselors advising her against it due to her age—old enough, yes, but it was highly unusual for one so young to go through the Walk—she insisted, saying she wanted to get her first one out of the way.”

“First one?”

Keenan leaned his head toward me, his voice low. “Women typically have to do a Walk more than once in their lives. Kind of one of the rules around here. Again, I’ll tell you about it later.”

Movement further down the trail caught my eye, then emerging out of the deep shadows of soaring evergreen trees, a woman could be seen, jogging in our direction. She passed the trio we’d been watching, giving them a little wave, the white wires of her ear buds bouncing atop the slopes of very generous breasts encased in at least two sports bras. Her shorts were the briefest of the kind, so tight, even the shape of her mound was clearly delineated through the fabric. She was quite athletic, her thighs well muscled but trim. As she neared us, she yanked out one of her ear buds, the dark ponytail of her hair swinging behind her.

“Hi, Keenan,” she said in a breathless voice.

“Jacqueline.” Keenan inclined his head. “Nice to see you.”

As she trotted past us, she met my gaze for half a heartbeat, then it shifted, the woman’s eyes doing a clear up and down onceover of my girl, her gaze lingering somewhat longer on the swells of Geneva’s breasts.

Then she was moving away, jogging down the path the way we’d come, leaving in her wake the scents of sweat, a pretty citrus perfume, and perhaps a tiny note of something considerably… muskier.

“Who the fuck was that?”

Keenan chuckled softly. “Later, later.” He pointed once more. “I forgot to tell you the best part. When Bruce brought home the girl—Clara—the brothers both wanted her for their own. So, since they couldn’t negotiate, they decided they’d somehow, some way keep her as a common girl to them both. It happens on occasion here. Doesn’t always work out, but it did in their case.”

“Whoa,” I said under my breath. Genie was firmly grinding her bottom against my erection, causing me as much pain as pleasure. But I wasn’t about to stop her.

“I’ll finish up, then we have to get going,” Keenan said. “Before they could do anything though, they had to ask Clara if she would agree to it. Being theirs. The boys were obsessed with her, but since she was going off to college at the same time they were coming back to White Valley after college… that potentially meant a four-year wait. Luckily for them, she did finally return, and after a long courtship she eventually agreed to their terms. It seems the boys weren’t the only ones unwilling to choose one or the other.”

“Very interesting,” I said, pinching one of Genie’s nipples until she gasped.

What an insane place.

I loved it.

Then Clara finally knelt up, sitting back, her shapely bottom spread upon her bare heels. She was nearly profile to us, and it was then that we saw her nipples.

“Oh, my God,” Genie’s voice hissed.

“I nearly forgot the best part,” Keenan said. “A few months ago, after hearing about some of the projects I’ve had going at my little hobby farm, the brothers approached me. They wanted to deepen Clara’s devotion and submission to them. So, they decided to… bring her down a few levels, so to speak. They don’t quite treat her totally like a dumb cow, but it’s close. And they most definitely induced her, as you can see.”

Her breasts were hugely swollen, the nipples and areolas quite dark. Blue-green veins formed a ghostly tracery under the pale, clear skin. But it was the nipples that drew one’s eye the most, both dark tips crushed cruelly in stout metal clamps.

“They use the clamps when they want to delay her pumping a bit. Helps her endure it, but they tell me she’s pretty desperate toward the end to be hooked up to the pumps. Or to just have one of them draw out her milk the old-fashioned way.”

Genie had grown as still as a statue, and I licked the edge of her ear. “Next time you think I’m some cruel bastard, you’ll remember this, won’t you?”

She shuddered against me. I gave her nipples an especially hard pinch, pulling and twisting them harshly until she whimpered.

Devin finally looked over toward us, raising his hand with a smile as he and Charlie led Clara away, the heavy-breasted girl crawling before them, her swollen udders swaying beneath her obscenely as she passed out of view beyond the hedge.

Keenan looked inordinately pleased with himself, his dark gaze flashing. “Well then, I think we better get going to our little meeting, don’t you?”

CHAPTER 21

Rick

“The question, to my mind,” Keenan murmured, “is who do you bring in if this is beyond you. Or just not something you want to fuck with?”

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