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  ACQUISITIONS FOR THE TALISTAUN CONTINUE

  by

  W.L. Dowd

  © Copyright W.L. Dowd, 2011

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  Prologue

  In this sequel to ‘Abducted and Enslaved for the Talistaun’, the Talistaun’s brutal rule appears unstoppable. Their unwavering commitment to control and physically enslave the non-conformists of our society is undeniably cruel and relentless.

  After years of relentlessly successful attacks on the many governments and people of the world, the Talistaun now have control over the planet. Time and time again, the ruthless Talistaun prove that they have the desire and the means to brutally terrorize all those who do not surrender to their will.

  Having annexed the state of Texas for the creation of their new nation, now known as the Nation of Talistaun, they’ve boldly and skillfully executed their diabolical plan to exact revenge on the government and people of the United States. With amazing effectiveness, there was now an evil reign of terror being unleashed on all those who did not accept and praise their radical religion and increasingly maniacal ways.

  It was a religion that unequivocally recognized the Talistaun as the one and only true and worthy culture to rule the planet. It was a self-declared doctrine that mandated total control and complete domination of the world’s people. No matter what your race or prior freedoms; there was no tolerance for anything but unconditional surrender to their way of life.

  The Talistaun now laid claim to whatever they wanted. Without conscience or mercy, they justified their horrific actions based on the teachings that their self-proclaimed good-book set forth. It was a book written, interpreted, and enforced by brutally evil men. Through the teachings of this medieval doctrine, women were considered the property of men, like any farm animal would be. In fact, within the walls of the Nation of Talistaun, there were laws in place to protect the wellbeing of animals that did not apply to the enslaved women. Being a woman was unfortunate enough under Talistaun rule, but to be an enslaved woman meant that the evil men were free to enjoy the many sadistic pleasures they so feverishly desired.

  Their newly conquered territory, within the heart-land of America, was now surrounded by nearly impenetrable walls that effectively isolated and protected their homeland from the rest of the world. There were only a half dozen places where the enormous winding security walls had large metal gates capable of allowing entry, or escape! But it was Interstate 35 that was the main road in and out of Talistaun. It was at this location that the Talistaun supplied their territory with goods, services and other horrific cargo. It was at this ominous entry point where a large menacing sign, arching over the huge tall gates, prominently displaying the words, “You are entering the Nation of Talistaun,” in both English and Arabic.

  Fortunately for the traumatized people of Texas, the vast majority of the population managed to escape before it was too late. But, there were some unfortunate souls unaccounted for in the days after the new Nation of Talistaun became a dark and secretive place, where no one dared venture. And for those trapped behind, there was only wild speculation as to their fates.

  But the leaders of the Talistaun were not ignorant or incompetent, not at all. In fact, these sadistic leaders were some of the most highly educated and wealthiest energy barons that ever lived. They fully understood the importance of a functional global economy if they wanted to fully enjoy the fruits of their newly conquered world.

  With the world’s countries and governments now under their uncompromising control, they knew it was vital to allow the average folks of the world to live fairly normal lives. There were no more billionaires about, but there were still those who lived well, along with those who struggled mightily. Families and neighborhoods continued to exist and drive the world’s economy, which further lined the pockets of the Talistaun, increasing their power and control.

  What the average person outside the Nation of Talistaun did not know, was the real evil that lurked behind the sealed borders. The Talistaun had declared all former high ranking members of any former adversary’s military to be a grave threat. And as such, they ordered all such members be captured and delivered to Talistaun for interrogation and punishment, by whatever means necessary. As a result, it became common for the spouses, offspring and parents of these former military heavy weights to be abducted and publicly tortured until they revealed their secrets, or their loved ones surrendered. Systematically, some of the world’s most powerful men and women were being apprehended and taken away!

  But even as their efforts to round-up their military enemies was gaining ground, there was still a deep seated paranoia within the Talistaun leadership that was growing stronger by the day. The fear of an organized revolt against their reign permeated their leadership. The Talistaun were wise enough to know that their enemies would not simply accept defeat. They were therefore committed to doing whatever it took to gain the intelligence needed to crush anyone, or any group, who might strike back at them.

  And in addition to the tortures unleashed on the captured family members of military personnel within the interrogation chambers, the Talistaun were also actively engaged in several other torturous indignities against America. With other sources of revenue stagnant, the Talistaun soon found other highly profitable adventures.

  Based on their self-written precept, breast milk became a highly sought after religious commodity, which the Talistaun now monopolized. Setting up Milking Farms to house and extract the precious fluid from captured American women, the Talistaun used a powerful hormone based drug that made any woman produce large amounts of milk daily. The drug was so powerful and unrelenting that even virgins were producing quarts of milk each day. In fact, virgin breast milk was the most valuable, as it was the rarest and sweetest. Other highly profitable ventures were discovered in the creation of Sex Slave Farms, Breeding Barns, and most recently, Domestic Slave Farms.

  But to further enforce their sadistic will, and supply their ever growing human farms with women and select men, the Talistaun needed a special military of sorts. Having gained total control of America, they soon discovered a number of anti-government militias that existed across the nation. These well organized groups never accepted the government of the past, so they were more than happy to unite and assume the role of the Talistaun’s dark-side military enforcers and intelligence collectors.

  In addition to having their newly formed militia available to enforce general order, the Talistaun also created ten specialized and highly trained groups called ‘Slaver Teams’. These teams were sent on missions across the United States to abduct and deliver targets of interest to the Nation of Talistaun. These human targets were typically resistance leaders, rebellious former government officials, vocal dissidents, or other highly desirable
targets. Once drained of all crucial information, they would be relegated to service in one of the slave farms.

  And as if the new world order wasn’t frightening enough, word was starting to get out about the human slave training and trafficking that was taking place within the Nation of Talistaun. And this included horrific rumors about the ‘Nanites’ that were one of the Talistaun’s newest weapons of torture. Ingested by their victims, these microscopic robots could be programed to torture from within. When activated by a simple PDA, the evil internal invaders would bring their hosts bodies to unimaginable levels of sexual desire and torment. These stories of cruel human slavery, training and torture, frightened even the hardest of men and struck panicked fear in the hearts of women around the globe.

  In controlling the governments of the world, the Talistaun worked hard to keep these stories in check. Their goal was not to panic the ordinary citizen whom they needed to keep the economic and social engine of their dreadful regime functioning. As a result, no one dared talk about the things they may have heard. And for those who were overheard merely speculating, even in a whisper, they were quickly swept away and never heard from again.

  The Talistaun made it very clear that if you minded your own business, worked hard for the good of their mother nation, and obeyed the laws and rules they imposed outside their walls, you would be left to live your life in relative peace. But this unwritten rule was becoming more and more difficult to blindly accept, as growing rumors of the slaver team’s secret missions grew more wide-spread all around the globe!

  Chapter 1 – Milking Barn Horrors

  It’s been several months since Angelina’s family and neighbors were ruthlessly abducted and delivered to the Nation of Talistaun. For Angie, her months at the Milking Farm have been an adventure in torment each day. Alongside her neighbors Veronica, and Veronica’s young daughter Kimie, their daily rituals of exercise and milk extraction consumed their thoughts and actions.

  There was no longer talk of escape or rescue by the new arrivals. For the most part, they managed to displace the memories of their existence before their abductions. Forced to endure the unrelenting daily cycles of exercise and milking had forced the memories of freedom and comfort from their tormented minds.

  Like clockwork, they awoke each morning to the sensations of their breasts swollen and stretched to capacity with their precious liquid cargo. And for the hours before the milking chamber doors opened, they expended all their mental and physical energies on making it to the magic 10 AM hour. The horrific hormone cocktail that was injected into their helpless bodies so many months ago was still relentlessly efficient.

  Kept in body harnesses to support their enormous breasts, and with their arms constantly kept tightly secured behind their backs, there was little relief from the agony that consumed their impressive mammaries in the hours before milking.

  With 30 minutes left until the chamber doors opened each day, their fully engorged tits were straining against the harnesses that were designed to help hold them up. The body harnesses that encased their torsos and tightly encircled the bases of their swollen tits added to their discomfort in the hour before milking. The larger their tits expanded, the tighter the straps entrapped their sensitive globes as the final hour’s production of milk brought the women close to their breaking point.

  With each new day came the same fear that their milk bags would rupture from the intense internal pressure. As much as they knew relief would soon come with the opening of the doors, the fullness in their breasts was overwhelming. In the final hour before they mounted the milking machines, their large swollen nipples would begin to drip with their milk.

  For Kimie, the 18 year old virgin who was sent to the milking farm with her mother Veronica, her young body and mind really didn’t understand the sensations of milk production and extraction. Each day, the adorable cutie awoke to the intense fullness and amazing sight of her hard swollen breasts with a wincing gasp.

  And for her mother Veronica, it was a doubly hard existence. Not only did she have to endure her own humiliating torment, but she also had to deal with the sight and sounds of her daughter’s daily ordeal. She desperately wanted to bring her daughter some relief by sucking some of the milk from her plump and oozing nipples, but she knew the punishment for that was severe and she dared not risk it.

  Whenever Angie overheard Veronica coaching Kimie on how to endure the intense sensations in her young stretched breasts, she couldn’t help but think of her own daughter Ashley. She wondered how Ashley was adapting to her existence as a lesbian sex-slave to Mistress Heather. Thankful that Ashley was spared from the breeding barn, she still struggled with the thought of Ashley’s face planted between Heather’s outstretched legs. Her nightly dreams were consumed by the vision of Ashley licking and sucking Heather’s clit until the cruel Mistress climaxed in a violent orgasm.

  Like the numerous other women who were enslaved at the milking farm for any significant period of time, their bodies had toned up quite nicely. They’d mastered their mandatory daily walking routines in their specially designed high heel boots, and it showed. From head to toe, their body fat levels dropped significantly as their bodies slowly transformed into amazing examples of physical fitness. Their incredibly toned bodies now rippled with the visible signs of sensuality as they moved about. Forced to march around the large holding pen atop their specially heeled boots with their arms cuffed behind them, their bodies developed in ways they never expected. Once ordinary housewives, Angie and Veronica now looked more like super models!

  With their milk laden breasts well supported by their leather body harnesses and magically extending from their bodies, it was a common site to see the men of the compound gathering around the screen walls of the pen throughout the day. It was always entertaining to watch the captives as they meet their required exercise regiments. Even though the milking slaves had learned to walk in ways that minimized the impact on their engorged globes, their swollen tits still bobbled and swung about to the delight of the onlookers.

  It was intensely humiliating for the women to be on display as they were, especially the younger ones. Seeing the men with their mouths hanging open as they stared at their naked bodies in motion, never got any easier.

  Several of the men who gathered outside the pen would have their own personal slaves in tow. Bound, gagged, and collared at the end of a leash, these slaves were often forced to stand close to the screens and watch the helpless women in the pen. Sometimes the collared slaves were clearly the property of the men holding their leash. They were just out for a walk with their owner and found themselves witnessing the ordeals behind the screens. While other times, the bound and collared women were clearly new arrivals to the compound, who were relegated to the Sex Slave Farm and were out for training designed to break them. The milkers could often hear the men threatening the collared slaves with turning them into milkers if they didn’t behave and learn.

  But many times, the largest crowds would assemble in the morning hours before the milking chamber opened. It was during this time that the helpless women were at the peak of their production cycle, and the most entertaining to watch as they strained to make it to the magic milking hour. The look of discomfort and anticipation on their faces was a spectacle of torments that were only visible in the morning hours.

  It was the intense range of emotions and sensations behind their agony that made their morning expressions so priceless. The months of captivity did little to harden the beautiful American women to the relentless experiences of their existence. Their discomfort was twofold; first, their tits were so full and hard that they ached with pressure, and secondly, the humiliation of being on display as bound and enslaved milkers was still as intense as it was the first day they arrived.

  But it was the anticipation of the inevitable routine on the milking machines that made their eyes sparkle with pleasurable despair, if that was such a thing. The torturous hormone that made their bodies produce the coveted milk
also awakened their feminine sexuality. Not only did they desperately need to relieve the mounting pressure within their tits, but they knew that the milking machines would also extract multiple orgasms from their helpless bodies.

  Each trip to the chamber was a humiliating reminder of how their sensual bodies betrayed them like clockwork. And it was the walk from the chamber’s machines and back to the pen each day, which left them exhausted and dreading the next 24 hours ahead.

  For Kimie, the daily ordeal felt much more intense. Wearing a bright white harness, which very publically designated her as a virgin, the beautiful 18 year old brunette could see the on-lookers gawked and pointed at her with great excitement. The big smiles and wide eyes of those watching her exercise in the large pen only further fueled her personal humiliation. Veronica tried to screen her suffering daughter from the voyeurs but it was generally a useless effort. Of the fifty or so women currently enslaved at the milking farm, only six worn the tell-tale white harnesses, and they were clearly a popular attraction.

  In addition to her unwelcome popularity, Kimie’s virgin body was still struggling to understand what was happening. Going from sexual innocence, to producing large amounts of breast milk daily, was an incredibly confusing thing for her young body. And just as it was with all the virgins, the hormones that turned her into a highly productive milker were doubly effective as a sexual stimulant. It was an unexpected side effect for Kimie and the other virgins, and it wasn’t long before the Talistaun scientists were researching the cause of this phenomenon and working on an improved formula to duplicate those effects in all the enslaved women.

  Like Kimie, the other virgins were enslaved with their beautiful mothers and it wasn’t difficult to spot the mother-daughter duos. The mothers typically tried to shield their young girls from the men leering into the pen, especially when it was necessary for the teenage girls to extract a drink of water from the cock shaped water probe stations in each corner of the pen.