Petra Episode 3 Getting it Back Together

Petra Episode 3 Reconstituting Her Powers

The next morning Hilda showed up after breakfast for the milking ritual. She was smiling and looked furtively about before taking a seat on her stool. She unbuttoned her blouse and let her breasts fall free into open view. She unsnapped her utility belt and laid it down on the floor. Opening her wrap around skirt she splayed her ham hock thighs.

"Come over here Sweetheart, and get back down on your knees." Here we go again, thought Petra, as she knelt between the Matron's outstretched legs.

"Look close now, under my titties, and tell me what you see." There were two quart glass beakers, with drinking tubes, attached beneath her huge sagging breasts.

"I told you I wouldn't forget...now make it look like you're sucking on my nags while at the same time slurping down that nice cool water." Petra hadn’t had anything to drink since the day before and was parched. She began sucking and slurping. Hilda stroked her hair and directed her nipples like she was nursing a child. When the beakers were empty she buttoned up her blouse and took the tin cup off her belt. She poured it half full from the vial. "Now drink this down," she ordered. Petra swigged it down.

The Matron pulled Petra's gown over her head and tossed it aside. The beauty of the young woman' was stunning and something she would never get used to. Pouring the lotion she began rubbing it into the shoulders and neck of her young charge.

"Now listen closely," she whispered, "Over by the flag poles there is one on the right that isn't flying a standard. I want you to promise me you'll pay attention to that flag pole."

"Why? Matron Hilda."

"Because that is where Mr. Kratz flies his Guide-On Colors. When he is on the Compound, you will see that special flag of his flying. Whenever you do...and this is very important..."

Petra knelt breathless

Hilda quit massaging, stood up and walked over to the breakfast table. Taking the water pitcher she walked over to the privacy corner and emptied half its contents into the chamber pot. " Always keep the the pitcher they bring with your breakfast, half empty. I hope you're listening."

"You have my undivided attention."

"Whenever you see that flag start flying, I want you to drink the half that's left in the spiked pitcher." She gestured it up and down, for emphasis

"Why?"

"Because it clouds your mind. If Creed walks in here and sees you with a sharp mind he'll know something is amiss. He'll ask you a couple of questions and then we'll both be in big trouble."

"Yes! Yes of course, Hilda, that's so clever of you. The last thing I want is Creed coming into my mind."

"It won’t prevent him from entering, Honey. But it will stink up your head, to where he won’t want to come inside. Whatever you do don’t let him catch you thinking clearly."

Petra stood, walked over and kissed Hilda on the forehead. Then she kissed her on the lips. The arousal was beginning to take effect, but what prompted her demonstration, went far beyond that.

"Ahem! Ahem!" said her handler, not knowing quite how to respond. "Up on the table...we still have work to do."

"Yes Matron Hilda, but maybe we don't have to work quite so hard."

"What do you mean…?"

"What's the harm in leaving a drop or two?"

"Now you’re really going to get me in trouble…do you know what will happen if they find out I’m short stroking?"

"I won’t tell them…"

"You won’t have to, they keep a daily record."

"How does that work?”

Hilda stepped behind, bending her over the table and went back to the massage. Petra's mind was beginning to clear and her body, becoming aroused.

"Every day I work a stall in the Milking Parlor. In the course of a week all the female Goldens cycle through. I’m one of about ten or twelve Milkers. The female Apes get paid by the drop. When I finish with one I give her a slip with the drop count and she goes to the purser to get paid. From the pay records they know exactly how much is being extracted"

"They're not paying me anything,"

Creed gave me your share."

"Hilda continued to rub Petra's neck and shoulders. The young woman began to pant.

"Do you have to take it all?"

I’ll tell you what," said Hilda. "If I milk you standing up I can’t get quite as much as when you're reclined."

"Please do me standing up."

"That’s how a milker gets kicked, and I suppose you’ll want to watch?"

"Yes, I want to see it, Please! Matron Hilda."

"OK, but I’ll have to insist on the restraints…" There were sets hanging from three of the walls.

"Come over here and lean up against the shock pad." A rectangle of padded leather was attached to the wall inside the restraint fasteners. As Petra leaned backwards, Hilda knelt down and cinched her ankle straps. Then she stood and attached the wrist cuffs, adjusting the binders to give enough slack for the bonded , to hold onto the chains. Hilda began applying more of the lotion to Petra’s shoulders, neck and breasts. Afterwards, she took a dab of the lialac salve and applied it beneath her nostrils."

Petra jerked with a start as desire surged through her body. Hilda gently massaged her breasts and then her nipples, kneading them between her fingers.

"Oh gads!" gasped Petra writhing on the chains.

Hilda pulled up the stool and continued rubbing lotion onto her stomach and into her thighs. The young woman splayed her knees and her sex yawned with anticipation.

"Hurry up Hilda!, please hurry up! I can’t stand this much longer."

The matron dabbed some of the salve into the soft folds of flesh. Petra began jerking spasmodically, straining her maidenhead outwards.

Her handler smiled. "Be, patient Deary, I would hate having to do this all over again..."

She reached out and took hold of the gland and began to milk. With a series of quick and gentle jerks she tugged, pulling downward and letting it spring back. Petra began to rile and thrash. Her eyes turned back and saliva drooled from the corners of her mouth. Then her orgasm came, hot and intense, and then again and finally once more. Hilda held the cup beneath and began to collect the drops as they fell. Six to be exact and as the last dropped into the cup, she stung the young woman with a sharp slap to the buttocks.

"All done," she announced as Petra hung listless from the restraints. Hilda put her shoulder beneath the Simian’s breasts and reaching up uncinched the wrist straps. Lowering her onto her face she did the same with her ankles. Then she picked up her charge and carried her over to the cot.

"See you tonight and don’t forget to pay attention to the flags."