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Supernova
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- Dec 2, 2009
The list was somewhat short. The bagman looked it over again and sighed. He needed to find someone who would not be particularly missed. Someone who was new, who did not know many people. He had spent weeks subtly interviewing potential subjects through surveys and casual encounters before he finally settled on the cheerleader. There was a certain cachet to her position he wanted to explore, but also to what nature had gifted her with. She looked just about perfect.
Towards that end he decided he would take her on the way to practice. Since she lived in a small house by herself in the shady side of town it was somewhat perfect. She bicycled, in her outfit no less, which would make all aspects of the trip a little more fun. Not to mention that exotic blue hair of her's. He pulled up next to her in his dark, windowless van at a stop light when no one was around. The bagman moved confidently--he unbuckled himself, rolled down the side window and fired a small dart into the side of her neck. It would leave the cheerleader disoriented and confused, easily lead.
He slipped out of the van and made to support her before guiding her into the van and buckling her in. He threw her bicycle in the back. She shortly passed out. When the cheerleader came to she was in a stall with high walls, a lot like a pen you would keep a horse in, with an oval machine with two clear cups dangling from it. The bagman from before was there. He was a tall fellow, with broad shoulders and well groomed blond hair and opaque brown eyes, rubbing and flexing his hands to keep them limber. "Hello. I am Luke. You are a new asset to the company."
The cheerleader's hands were tied to a ring attached to a chain set in the ceiling. Luke reached down and opened a small case, revealing a small bottle and a sterile hypodermic needle. He dipped the needle into the bottle and drew about half the syringe's worth of fluid, pushing lightly to remove air and let the liquid dribble out of the sharp tip. He stepped forward and pulled her shirt up over her udder like breasts, "This is to ensure you regularly produce milk. That's what we do here, m'dear." He slid the tip of the needle beneath one of her nipples and slowly deposited half of the liquid before doing the same to the other. There was a momentary sharp sting that faded away. He had clearly down this quite a bit before.
Luke put the needle away in its case along with the bottle. "Now what's going to happen is I am going to start milking you." He turned to the metal oval--the milking machine--and pressed a button on its underside. There was a low humming as the cups started swaying back and forth in small circles. Luke turned back and grasped each of the cheerleader's large melons, thumbs rubbing over her nipples to test for responsiveness.
Towards that end he decided he would take her on the way to practice. Since she lived in a small house by herself in the shady side of town it was somewhat perfect. She bicycled, in her outfit no less, which would make all aspects of the trip a little more fun. Not to mention that exotic blue hair of her's. He pulled up next to her in his dark, windowless van at a stop light when no one was around. The bagman moved confidently--he unbuckled himself, rolled down the side window and fired a small dart into the side of her neck. It would leave the cheerleader disoriented and confused, easily lead.
He slipped out of the van and made to support her before guiding her into the van and buckling her in. He threw her bicycle in the back. She shortly passed out. When the cheerleader came to she was in a stall with high walls, a lot like a pen you would keep a horse in, with an oval machine with two clear cups dangling from it. The bagman from before was there. He was a tall fellow, with broad shoulders and well groomed blond hair and opaque brown eyes, rubbing and flexing his hands to keep them limber. "Hello. I am Luke. You are a new asset to the company."
The cheerleader's hands were tied to a ring attached to a chain set in the ceiling. Luke reached down and opened a small case, revealing a small bottle and a sterile hypodermic needle. He dipped the needle into the bottle and drew about half the syringe's worth of fluid, pushing lightly to remove air and let the liquid dribble out of the sharp tip. He stepped forward and pulled her shirt up over her udder like breasts, "This is to ensure you regularly produce milk. That's what we do here, m'dear." He slid the tip of the needle beneath one of her nipples and slowly deposited half of the liquid before doing the same to the other. There was a momentary sharp sting that faded away. He had clearly down this quite a bit before.
Luke put the needle away in its case along with the bottle. "Now what's going to happen is I am going to start milking you." He turned to the metal oval--the milking machine--and pressed a button on its underside. There was a low humming as the cups started swaying back and forth in small circles. Luke turned back and grasped each of the cheerleader's large melons, thumbs rubbing over her nipples to test for responsiveness.
