The Baron of Lugonia
Chapter 2
Following the Baron and the maid back into the Great Hall, the visitor is led into the rear of the expansive mansion to a sun-lit parlor with a linen covered table and eight chairs, the one at the head of the table with a high back and wooden arms. A silver tea service is laid out upon the table and the guest is bade to take a seat while the semi-clad maid pours the steaming water into the cup over the teabag, English-style. Obviously a tradition dating to the Colonial period when the sun never set on the British Empire...
"Milk with your tea?" inquires the host. Why yes, the visitor prefers it this way.
Thereupon, the servant opens up the double doors on a sideboard, vertical in arrangement, to reveal the figure of a naked girl positioned inside. Startled, the guest realizes that she has large breasts, brunette hair tumbling over her shoulders, but no apparent arms or legs. No - she has none.
"This is Marguerite, one of my service girls," says the Baron, noting the startled expression on the visitor's face. "She provides a ready source of fresh milk, which I am quite fond of. She has been modified specifically to serve this purpose."
"Milk for your tea?" says the limbless girl, and smiles. Apparently she is quite content in her role as a milkmaid - literally! The guest notices that she has been secured in place on a porcelain base with a support probe in her vagina ("I wonder how deeply it goes in?" wonders the guest) and that steel supports are inserted through the sides of the cabinetry from the outside into metal sockets implanted in the sides of her shoulders.
The Baron welcomes the visitor to serve himself to however much milk he desires in his tea. "Just tickle the nipples, and then squeeze them. The milk will come quickly as she is in constant lactation. I keep her on a low dose regimen of hormones so that she never runs dry," explains the host.
Marguerite smiles up from her subservient position and says encouragingly, "Do help yourself - don't be shy," noting the visitor's initial hesitance to milk her tits into his cup. Truth be told, the bosom is very inviting, being ample and slightly pendulous, with petite nipples on one and a half inch aeriolae, sienna in colour. She arches her back, lifting the breasts upward invitingly to the guest. Squeezing the left udder, the milk comes almost instantly, squirting neatly into the cup. "Is that all you want?" she asks. "I have plenty." Her brown eyes gaze up, imploringly.
"I keep her handy for ease of service," explains the Baron, "but she is removed for cleansing and sunning to maintain the skin tone. It would not do to let her become unclean, as a provider of consumables," he adds.
"Oh yes," says the torso-only girl, "the Baron treats me quite well, and I am pleased to be part of his household. And my milk is quite creamy. I do hope it suits you. As you can see, this is my primary duty to the kitchen."
"Remarkable," thinks the guest. "Obviously wealth DOES have its privileges..."
The maid returns from a side door with a plate of sweet biscuits, her naked breasts jiggling as she leans over to offer the guest his choice. "Biscuits or breasts?" he thinks, and takes a sweet, but also squeezes the bosoms she is presenting before his face. They are firm and inviting. The maid moans softly as her pebbled nipple is rolled between the thumb and forefinger of the visitor. The Baron has a hint of a smile as he watches. "She has quite a nice pair," he observes. "I enjoy seeing the beauty of a woman's bosom, exposed and not covered."
"After tea, I will show you some more of my estate," says the Baron, gently waving off the maid to the service pantry...
To be continued...
