Milking Time B4 Chapter 1 Jeanne's Indoctrina

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exists in our world, but they chose to remain mostly isolated. That's part
of the reason I also call them amazons.
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Milking Time Book 4: The Main Event

Chapter 1: Jeanne's Indoctrination

Barocca and Jeanne strolled from the beach, through the perimeter doors of the Island complex, and then through the deserted hallways and corridors until they were safely back in Barocca's quarters. Barocca held her finger to her lips for silence as they entered the corridors.
Thanks to her earlier precautions, the chance of someone seeing or hearing them was remote, but it wouldn't hurt to be on the cautious side for a little bit.
When both girls were inside Barocca's quarters at last, Barocca let out a sigh of relief.
Both girls plopped down onto the sofa in the main room of Barocca's quarters.
"Damn. I'm not sure I want to make a living at this 'secret agent' stuff, Jeanne."
"I'm not used to sneaking around after hours either, Barocca. But it's good to see you again, and at least get settled in somewhere. I know that we just got here Barocca, but I guess now is the best time for this. I've got a little confession to make to you."
"Oh? What's that, Jeanne?"
"Well, after you sent me those photos of the various girls on the Island, I'll admit I was hooked. During the daytime before you'd call at night, and in the days before I actually got on the flight to the Bahamas, I did a lot of serious searching on the Internet for more stuff like it. You have to wade through a lot of junk to get to the good stuff, but it's there."
"Tell me about it," muttered Barocca. "You wouldn't believe what I went through just to get in touch with you in the first place."
"Well anyway, I eventually got in touch with a couple of serious traders and collectors," continued Jeanne. "They went absolutely apeshit when they saw some of those photos that you sent me, and offered to trade anything I could name for them, or buy them outright from me. I played 'hard to get' and held out for something really special and really different from them. What they turned up surprised me beyond anything I was prepared to see."
"What was that, Jeanne?" asked Barocca. She was growing wary of what Jeanne might be prepared to tell her.
"They only had a handful of photos, and they wouldn't tell me where they got them," said Jeanne. "But once they showed them to me as attachments to an e-mail, there wasn't any doubt who the girls were in them."

Barocca sat still, trying to judge Jeanne's emotions. Jeanne had a grin on her face like a Cheshire cat.
"One of the girls was you, Barocca," said Jeanne. "The other was Ebony. I met her and worked with her in a couple of films for Napali Video. I was also aware of who she was from seeing video adds and magazines at agents' offices while I was making regular videos and doing standard modeling."
"Are you sure it was me and Ebony you saw, Jeanne?"
"Damn straight, Barocca. I know as well as anyone else, that in this business, girls get different looks all the time. And the different photography and lighting can make it hard to tell sometimes too. But I knew you and Ebony well enough to be certain that I wasn't mistaken here. What threw me off for a little bit was your cock, Barocca."
Barocca's jaw dropped open in surprise.

"Yes, your cock! Don't look so astonished girl. I could tell from those marathon phone calls we had that you were definitely leading up to something, but didn't want to tell me just yet. And like we both know, if you want to look long enough and hard enough, you can find information on just about anything using the Internet nowadays. So when I finally came across some explicit shots of you and Ebony, I wasn't completely surprised to see you as a shemale after all."
"Okay, Jeanne. Guilty as charged. The way we make most of our income here on the Island is by producing custom photo sets and videos for clients. If somebody's got enough money, we'll do it. Obviously you managed to somehow get in touch with one of our clients."
Jeanne moved closer to Barocca to let her see the lust in her eyes, and hear the passion in her voice. "Like I said before, what really threw me for a loop was your cock. You had a hard-on between your legs that was like a fucking baseball bat.
"The other thing that confused me for a bit were the shots of Ebony, when she was with you in the same photo. Ebony looked as though she was some kind of giantess. The last time that I saw her, I would've thought that she was about the same height as you. But here, your head barely came to her shoulders. And Ebony herself had a piece of meat between her legs that made yours like a schoolboy's."
Barocca sat there and let Jeanne's words sink in. So far, Jeanne was not angry or repulsed. If anything, Jeanne was getting more and more turned on as she related her story to Barocca.
"The two of you weren't having any sex in these shots," continued Jeanne. "Just jerking off, and showing off how huge your cocks were for the cameras. And talk about cum shots... girl, I haven't seen that much spunk on the floor since a gang-bang video, and not even that comes close to what you and Ebony were doing!"

Barocca relaxed just a little bit. Somehow Jeanne had managed to find out more than she had thought she could about the girls on the Island, including herself. But the good news was that Jeanne was more turned on and horny than Barocca had dared hope for.
"Okay, Jeanne," said Barocca. "The secret's out. I've been a shemale for several years now, since I came to the Island. I sent you the sample photos of some of the newer, or the less developed girls on the Island, because I didn't want to throw too much at you too soon. I just wanted to feel you out, and see just how you reacted to the idea of shemales in the first place.
"I'm what they call one of the older girls, or the 'senior amazons' here. That means my cock is fully developed, at about two feet in length. Those girls in the photos you saw have been here anywhere from several months to just under a year. They're all about halfway through their development and advancement. If they're lucky, they'll eventually max out at about my size too."
"C'mon, Barocca," said Jeanne. "If you've got that much meat between your legs, how come it isn't falling out of your panties right now?"
"That's because among other things, we're taught a number of mind control exercises so we can manage our cocks, when we're not having fun." Barocca stood up and quickly pulled her bikini panties down so Jeanne could see her cock and balls. In her present state, Barocca's cock looked much like any other normal male's, being about four inches long.
"I know it doesn't look like much now, Jeanne. But that's by design. We didn't want foot-long sausages hanging down our legs and flopping around. When we're ready to have sex, we release the control over our cocks, and they fill with bl**d, and we get an erection, just like a guy. Dee Dee, the gal who's the science guru here, did something special to our cocks, so that they can grow to tremendous sizes, and still be manageable when they're not erect."
"Barocca, you have got to give me an 'up close and personal' demonstration of that cock of yours sometime real soon, girl," said Jeanne.
"Don't worry girlfriend," replied Barocca. "You'll see enough cock around here that you won't know what to do with it all. And enough jism that'll make whatever you saw in those photos look like a drop in the bucket. You can count on it.
"We'll definitely have some fun later on tonight. For right now, I'm gonna tell you a story about the Island, and a little slut named Jordan. And then I'm gonna tie things together for how you fit into all of this. So sit down and get comfy, Jeanne. I'm going to get a Diet soda from the kitchen. Do you want one?"
"Yeah sure, Barocca. That sounds good."

Barocca strolled into the small kitchen area, and squatted down in front of the refrigerator as she opened the door. Just as she'd done countless times with Ebony before, with the door open, Barocca was blocked from view when she bent down to get at the sodas.
Barocca did a double take, and almost hit her head on the door when she looked for and couldn't find the bottle of pills she knew were supposed to be there. Somehow, someone had broken in here and taken things. "Son of a...." Barocca muttered aloud.
"Hey, you all right in there, Barocca?" Jeanne called.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just remembered something I've gotta do tomorrow."
"Not being able to start Jeanne on a diet of the special pills will throw a wrench in the works," thought Barocca. "But this gal just may be even more gung-ho and cock crazy than Jordan is. I may not even need the pills to get her to see things my way."
Barocca walked back out to the sofa with the two Diet sodas, and handed one to Jeanne. Then she settled down next to her.
"As I was saying, Jeanne, now it's story time. You're gonna find out all about the other little things I didn't tell you about the Island, and you can ask any questions you want. After that I'll show you some videos that don't pull any punches, about how things are here, and what you can expect if you stick around."
"I can hardly wait, Barocca. Don't leave out any of the juicy details!"
"You got it, girl," replied Barocca. "Now once upon a time..."

Two hours later, Jeanne knew just about every intimate secret and dirty detail that there was to know about the Island. Barocca let the sampler video that she had shown Jeanne finish rewinding, and turned the power off.
"Well Barocca, there's just one thing I don't quite understand. Why have you got it in so bad for Jordan?"
Barocca let out a long sigh. "I don't really have a concrete answer for that one, Jeanne. Part of it is because she got out of line on her first day here during the Milking Ritual with Tiffany and me. The other part is that not only did Tiffany, Dee Dee and Clyda somehow pardon Jordan for that incident; they also decided to give her preferential treatment, and let her skip to the head of the class, as far as getting her cock goes.
"So since they've decided to bend all the rules for Jordan, I've decided that I'm within my rights to do the same thing with you, Jeanne."
"Geez, Barocca. I had no idea you felt that strongly about me, to take that kind of a risk."
"Up until now, I wasn't quite sure myself, Jeanne. But after seeing the way you reacted to just seeing photos of Ebony and myself, I know I couldn't have made a better choice. You almost came in your pants from just talking about it, girl. Just think what'll happen when you see my cock for real, and when you eventually have one just like it for yourself."
"Holy, fucking, shit..." The words were barely audible as Jeanne imagined the full impact of what Barocca had just told her. Her eyes glazed over, as Jeanne imagined the ecstasies that lay ahead of her on the Island.
"Earth to Jeanne. Earth to Jeanne," Barocca waved her palm in front of Jeanne and chuckled. Jeanne's attention came back to focus on Barocca.
"That's better, Jeanne. You really can't wait to become one of us, can you?"
"Is it really that obvious, Barocca? I guess getting a taste of it in those 'Bi And Beyond' videos years ago got me hooked. Are you sure you can really pull this off?"
"Don't worry. Dee Dee does everything by computer here on the Island, including the surgery techniques. Somehow she's got them programmed to perform all the delicate micro-operations. Thanks to a little skullduggery, I've got a full copy of all her files. So it's just a matter of becoming familiar with everything, and then I'll be able to give you the treatment, and make you one of the f****y here."
"Okay, Barocca. I know you can't make it happen tonight. But if you've gone to this much risk and trouble to get me here in secret, I know you're serious about it. Just tell me what to do, and I'll do it. But in the meantime, I can't wait any more. I want to see that cock of yours."
"You got it, girlfriend. But remember a couple of things. You're brand new to the Island. You haven't yet started taking any of the vitamins and other goodies we feed the girls here.
"I'm gonna let you take your time, get me hard, and suck me off. You can get a good taste of my cum that way. You'll probably be able to get most of the head of my cock in your mouth, but not much more.
"If you're still game after that, we'll take it to the next level. But I want to warn you ahead of time: as for actually fucking, that's a whole different ballgame. I don't care if you've even gone one on one with Johnny Wadd himself; there's a world of difference between that, and what you saw on Ebony and me. You saw the video scenes of Jordan getting fucked by Ebony, right? Well, Jordan had the advantage of at least having taken a partially effective pill that Dee Dee prepared for her. And Ebony still almost split her in two.
"I'll be as gentle as I can with you Jeanne. But I want to you know what you're getting into, so you know there's no surprises. What do you say, Jeanne?"
"Barocca, I really appreciate the heart to heart talk, and your laying everything on the line for me. But if you think you're gonna scare me away from that monster between your legs, you're crazy. We'll take it slow and easy, like you said, with a blowjob. After that we'll move on to the next level, and I'll take whatever you can fit inside my box tonight.
"I know I can't do everything all at once, on my first day here. But I've gotta get a taste of everything that you and this place have to offer."
Barocca extended her arms, and smiled. "I'm all yours tonight, Jeanne. Let's get started, honey."

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