As I read aloud, number 12 took it all in. She was on the verge of hysterics, crying, sobbing, trying to breath, as she listened and read the details of her contract.

"Do you understand now?"I asked. She tried to speak through the sobs."I ...I don't know why you would trick me like this? I...I don't deserve this...I've been through....why can't I catch a break?" she whined.

"Regardless, I tried to - practically begged you!...to read this contract in detail" I told her sternly. "I'm quite surprised at your reaction. I assumed you fully understood when you signed. You do know that is a legal document, right?"

She nodded slightly, hesitantly. " You can break the contract you signed in front of the attorney" I explained. "But you will owe the foundation for breach of contract. Do you have the ability to pay us what we have invested this far?" She just looked at me, expressionless. " I didn't think so." I replied to her silence. " Well, enough of the drama, we have work to do here" I said.

I proceeded to get up, and as I did, I pulled her to standing, the one wrist still cuffed to the wall. She grimaced as I pulled her up. I took her other wrist and connected the other cuff, now both wrists behind her, secure to the wall. She had a little slack, enough to sit,stand, turn, but she was going nowhere. Her mascara had run down her cheeks from her sobbing, she was a mess. It was arousing to see her this way. Since her wrists were cuffed, I proceeded to unzip her yellow dress, realizing I;d need to cut it off, which I did. I opened a nearby tool box and produced a short, but razor sharp knife. As I cut away the fabric and it fell to the ground in pieces, she started to cry again. I ignored her behavior and continued.

With the dress gone, she was standing in her dress heels, cute matching yellow lace panties and one of her military grade white nursing bras. It had been a good four hours since she arrived at work today. I knew from watching her she took a break about 10 am each day and discreetly went to the ladies room with a large purse. I also knew she was pumping in there and on two occasions these past weeks, I made it a point to stand outside the ladies room door and masturbate to the sound of the cycling breast pump. Since it was only the two of us in the office, I would not be discovered in may game. I was able to cum easily both times, just thinking about her udders and the sweet milk. But I digress...

As I was saying, as she stood in only her underwear, my already hard cock twitched at the sight of the wet spots soaking her nursing bra. The emotion and the delay today had her leaking like mad. While totally unnecessary to get her bra off, I decide to cut the straps to instill a bit more fear in her and it worked wonderfully. As I slid the knife under the shoulder strap, she shuddered, screamed and was covered in goosebumps instantly. I couldn't help but grin as I pulled the sharp blade against the elastic strap and it severed easily, letting the left udder flop down.I cut the other, and they were both now free. Still covered by the fabric, but hanging so much lower and sexier. I tugged the back strap clasp around to her front, the udders now free, nipples dark and hard and dripping. Slowly, looking into her eyes, the tears flowing on her cheeks as she sniffled, I began to undo each of the five little hooks, one at a time, enjoying the sensation of the tension releasing in each hook. AsI pulled the last hook, I dropped the mutilated boulder holder to the floor.

There they were. My udders. Not only in my mind, but on paper, in writing, I am now the sole and rightful owner of a milk filled set of 46E cup juggs. I continued to stare directly into number 12s eyes as I now started to caress and lift one of my prizes, lifting it by the swollen, wet nipple. She again winced, not really in pain, but in worry. I leaned my head over as I lifted the milk bag, bringing it to my lips. I latched on and moaned in delight as I suckled the nipple deep into my mouth for the second time ever. After a few gulps of her nectar, I let it go from my mouth, falling to her tummy with a little slap.again, a wince, a startle.

Without words, I walked away from her, and walked to one of my specialized areas, a custom exam table. I looks like a massage table, but in addition to the cut out for the face, it has two holes for other...appendages. I retrieved some additional items from my bench with which to fasten her securely to the table. I walked back over and unhooked her wrists cuffs from the wall, connecting them together behind her. I gave her a sharp tug as she was rigid and seemingly reluctant to step toward the table.

Once there, as she sniffled and whimpered, I directed her to lay upon the table. "Ok, climb up on your tummy -I'll help you" I told her in a calm, gentle voice. She did as I instructed and guided. "Ok, scooch up, Hon". "ALright, I'm going to lift you by your arms and guide the udders into the holes. Good girl, doing fine." As I jiggled her to get the udders to fall in the holes, it became obvious they were too plump to just fall in, so starting with the left, I gave it a firm tug by the nipple and pulled it through. "Owww!! Pleas.." She shrieked. As I let go of the teat, my hand was now covered in the sticky sweet goodness of her milk. I only smiled, feeling a little flush of anticipation go through me. As she started to tremble and cry again, I went to the right side and did the same. This time, she didn't exclaim, but just continued to stare straight ahead and sniffle.

Now that her tits were hanging wonderfully free, I pressed her face down to the face hole. "Trust me, this will be a lot more comfortable not craning your neck." She started to lift again, but thought better. Her sniffles now muffled as she faced the floor. I picked up a 4" wide ratchet strap and tossed it across her hips and cuffed wrists to the other side of the table. I secured the hooks on the table fitting and started to click it tighter. She started to really cry as the strap tightened. It was making me harder by the second, listening to her sweet whimpering. I then proceeded to do the same at her ankles. I took a bungee cord and strapped it across the back of her neck, not expecting it to hold her there, but as a gentle reminder if she lifted her head, that she was not going anywhere and just relax. Right.

The table was supported by four steel, telescoping legs. Each leg had a small motor and, with a wireless remote, I could adjust the height, taking it from 30 " off the floor to almost 8 feet. I hit the button to raise all four legs. She was startled and yelped, then said "What! What is happening!?!?" I said "just relax and enjoy the ride. I need to get the udders in position for your first training"

Now at a comfortable 5 feet, I was able to take a seat in my roller chair and go under for an examination, like a mechanic inspecting a formula one car pre race. As I rolled under, I could see her eyes as wide as saucers, but I kept sliding forward under her tummy. I could see her eyes, staring at me intently, wondering what was next."We've wasted a good bit of the day, so this will be a short training, I'm disappointed to say." I want to get you out of work to pick up your baby at a reasonable hour." "So, today, I am just going to take stock, experiment a bit and see where our OTJ training regimen will take us tomorrow" I explained, with a grin. She seemingly acknowledged with a nod. How nice.

So she could see me, I slowly rolled right under the swollen left udder. As expected from ogling them for these past weeks through her clothes, it was much bigger than the right. The nipple also thicker, more distended and pointing decidedly south/southeast. Obviously, this one received more attention from the offspring and the pump. I gave it a little push, to get it swinging a bit, watching as it swayed, the stretch marks moving in unison. Without even a thought, I had unzipped and unconsciously had my cock in my hand as I rolled forward. I was getting warm in here, wasn't it. Time to shed the office wear, so I quickly got up and removed my suit pants and dress shirt, now just my boxers and tshirt with my dick hanging out ready to work.

I resumed my position and now, I was almost unaware of her presence, just the udders in front of me, keeping me focused. This is the zone I need to be in, where in my mind I have now separated the udders from the life support structure.

I again roll forward, I immediately allow that engorged left teat find my mouth, I pull it in and start suckling. As I slurp away, the flow of milk running down my chin, I struggle to swallow it all. I reach up and start fondling the other, my fingers finding the stretched nipple. I grip it between thumb and forefinger and pull, twist and tug as I suckle harder. I spun around a bit, pulling the tit in my mouth with me, as I pulled the other teat, squirting the milk on the floor. Number 12 started to wriggle a bit and was grunting and huffing as I used the udders while she watched. Now in better position, I direct the stream of milk onto my stiff cock, soaking it and my boxers. I as pull the milk from the udder with one hand, I start to stroke my wet,sticky rod with the other, a constant drip of milk showering me. Now, she starts to cry, her tears hitting the floor with the spilled milk.
"What is wrong with you?"she whined " This is not normal!" Why are you doing this to mee?!?!" She breaks into sobs again, the whole thing getting me hard as steel in my hand and now jerking furiously. "Stopp!Please Stop!!" she cries. I stop sucking to tell her " baby, this doesn't even hurt, this is just day one.You better relax and get used to this" With that, I gave the little udder a hard, open hand slap ."Crack!!" It sounded like a whip crack. She screamed. "That was a lesson' I told her. " Part of your training, you'll learn to accept your new job" I continued, with a sly grin, looking right at her " and you must agree, the right udder certainly needs to understand how it failed you in being too small" I laughed,she cried. It was perfect.

I returned my attention to emptying the milk bags. I had consumed a solid quart from the left udder and was now rock hard again, stroking the slippery mess. I rolled back toward her head, I then used the remote to start lowering the table. AsI did, I adjusted myself to have my stick cock go into her mouth as I lowered it to my lap. She resisted, of course, out of reflex, But I persisted to lower her until the whole shaft was buried in her skull. She gagged, snorted but then figured out there was enough slack in the bungee to lift her head. Almost with spring action, her head bobbed on my rod, she cried,she gagged, she snorted, repeat. I'm slapping her swinging tits with my one had as I guide her head with her ponytail. I start to arch, I push up in her mouth as hard as I can and explode, her mouth unable to contain the spunk, now dripping out the sides. I push her head back down "OK, now try to swallow it so I can let your head up" I tell her with a gentle, educational tone. She slurps it down and I pull out if her mouth.

I leave her there to recover in her sobs as I go clean up. I change back into my work attire and casually approach her and start releasing her bindings." Great first training day, I'd say" "You did well" I told her. " And, I believe we have both fulfilled our contractual agreement for the day. I provided you your OTJ training and a business semen lunch."I laughed. She now rolled to her side, looked up no longer in fear, but in anger and petulance, but said nothing. "Why don't you go clean up in there" Motioning to the en suite bath. " I have a change of clothes for you in there. Alas, but no bra...I'm so sorry - I must have forgotten" I said with a grin." That's ok. You won't be needing them much for work now."
I proceeded to put away the straps and get things in order. Number 12 emerged from the en suite, dressed in the clothes I provided. I left her a pair of jeans, and maybe I accidently guessed a size too small but it was working for sure. Her top, a decidedly undersized tank top. Her well used juggs hanging to her waist, the stretched nipples and bumpy, irritated areola displayed nicely through the pink fabric. I said to her " I went ahead and mopped up here for you. I know the first day of anything is tough, so I gave you a hand. Going forward,part of your training will be the proper cleaning of our new office space".
"We..We are...coming back here? This wasn't like a one time,,," "Of course we are coming back. READ the contract! You're not sounding like the smart junior executive " I kidded her.
"We will now be working from here. It will be so much easier for you, as you live right upstairs. No more commuting!"
"As matter of fact, I will make your life even easier..." Just then, a ring at the bell. "Come now, we'll be going"

As I locked the door behind, we went in to answer the bell. Right on time. " Oh great! Here we are - there's the little one now." A woman who works for me was handling the day care and brought number 12 her baby. " Like I said, to make things easier, we will pick uop the baby and deliver her back each afternoon." "Thanks so much" I told Elizabeth, the daycare provider as she left with a wave. Though unknown to most and to number 12, Elizabeth was a former udder playmate and quite familiar with the routine, but that's another story.

I took number 12 and her baby upstairs to the townhouse. Very professionally, I said " well, get some rest. Tomorrow we continue with your training. I look forward to working with you very closely" Still stunned, shocked and mostly angry now, she got assertive " I don't like this - at all. It is not right, I don't care what your "contract" says!"

I replied, calmly " Well, I understand and it is just business. If you want out, simply pay my foundation the...let's see, I remember the figure from this morning...Just pay me the $28,600.00 I have invested so far". If not, I will sue for breach of contract. You'll have no place to live, no money, nowhere to go, you'll lose your baby" "But I understand. I am a principled person myself" I told her, again, in a calm voice. She looked down and said nothing, but the redness in her face was still anger.It was exciting. She will be fun.

" I'll be here for your shift at 10am. Elizabeth will be by at 9 to pick the baby. Have a great night, relax and see you tomorrow" I told her. I reached out as if to shake her hand, and as she clumsily extended hers, I instead, grabbed that thick, stretched left nipple and gave a nice tug. She gasped. " I'm sorry, I didn't properly say goodbye to your business partner" I grinned. " See you in the morning".

To be continued