The First Pickup

Betty sat in the only booth, in her neighborhood gin mill, nursing her little rug rat. Her huge tits, the source of her worth, were just getting bigger with use and the nursing was giving her pleasure. The poor infant innocently sucking up her gin soaked milk, was just another source of pleasure to Betty.

She was thinking through the mild gin induced buzz.

In future, who knows, she might just sell the little bugger to some rich couple, and then have all the money she would ever needed . till next time, but, of course, then she could just get pregnant again and have another one.

Little shit usually was soo much bother. Cry . wet . shit . etc . but there was other inducements.

She picked this place to nurse the baby because, the attention he drew. Usually this got her more free drinks than she ever had when she was alone. This new attention would soon translate into a new source of capitol for her depleting bank account she felt. Even the older conformed bar flys seemed interested in the sucking of her mammorys by the innocent baby.

The pickings of bar patrons today were few, and she was just trolling now.

John, the bartender, hated the display she put on, but the law says that as long as no disturbance was created, and she stayed in a booth, he could do nothing but serve her. She had her rights. If he raised an objection, his business might suffered but that was his problem. Why even the normally serious drinkers were pausing to watch the workings of old mother nature.

(Sure most of them would rather have those straining nipples spouting cold beer in to their mouths but .)

Then the door opened suddenly.

A bust of blinding light filled the darkened room, and a tall woman with a sever look and pulled back blond hair, appeared in silhouette seeming to study the scene and the patrons.

Satisfied with what she saw, without hesitation the woman walked in, marched to the end of the bar, and ordered a pink lady. All eyes took in her appearance, but soon returned to the action in the booth.

While waited for her drink, she glanced around. She seemed to be trying to adjusting to the bars darkened interior. Finally her gaze stopped on Betty and the little nursing innocent in her arm.

Maybe her maternal instincts were called to the front, of her mind. As she casually walked over, drink in hand, to the booth occupied with the nursing mother and her infant.

"You sure have the equipment for the job there." she observed as she sipped her drink, motioning toward the large milk filled utters being drained by the tiny sucking mouth.

"Yea they are beauties, aren't they, and the little sucker sure gives them a workout. You ever nursed a rug rat?" Betty said, proud of her mammarys.

"It is kind of thirsty work though, and these losers don't seem to know how to treat a real mother in here."

"I can guess how thirsty it would be. What can I get you? Something . non alcoholic as your are nursing? Right?" The strange woman said.

"I'm nursing, not fucking dying. I'll have a scotch . neat. And make that prick John get it out of the uncut bottle he keeps under the bar." Betty ordered. "And make the fuck get me a clean glass. I'm a lady!"

"You sure you should drink scotch? I thought that would affect the kid adversely." the stranger interjected.

"Look if you want to buy me a drink do it. If not take a hike. You skinny shape is blocking my view of the window." Betty retorted.

The new woman, shrugged her shoulders, but walked to the bar, ordered the scotch neat from the bar, took it back, to the booth, and handed it to Betty.

As soon as she grasped the glass, Betty downed it, all, in one gulp, and slammed the glass to the table.

"The only bad thing about that stuff is it goes soo fast. Be a dear and get me another. will you honey." Betty ordered holding the empty glass up to the woman.

The woman walked back to the bar with the empty shot glass and ordered another shot of the good scotch.

The bartender, John pored the pale brown liquid into the glass saying to woman,

"Look you are a woman. You know that shit over there ain't right. Do that kid and me a favor, get her the hell out of here. I'll give you the damn bottle, if you get her out of here. She and the kid are bad for my business. Ain't good for the kid either or so I hear."

The woman smiled, then taking the half full bottle walked slowly back to the booth,

"I got us a present, here, but the deal is, we go somewhere else to drink it. Feel like a private party? We got the whole rest of this to share?"

She held up the shimmering gold liquid shaking in the familiar triangular bottle.

"Well ain't John generous, the prick. Sure this place is a dive anyway, let's go over to my place and split it. Seems like the best offer I going to get today. You ain't a lez are you. I don't go for that kinky shit. Just booze. That is all I want OK ." Betty said.

"No I like my sex the old fashioned way. You go out the back way and I'll bring my van around there and we can go to your place." the woman told Betty.

Betty wanted to carry the bottle and the kid but the newcomer without saying a word took the bottle and left. When Betty got to the back door carrying her son, she saw a sleek silver van with the side door open and the woman standing there beside it with the bottle.

"Put the baby inside on the back floor. I don't have a car seat. That'll be safer for the kid till we get to your place. You said it is just around the corner. Didn't you?"

Without a thought Betty set the baby down on the floor and started to straighten up., when the woman swung the sap to the perfect place behind the right ear.

Betty went out like a light.

The woman caught her dropping the bottle on to the van floor, before the mother crushed the baby under her dead weight bulk. Then the woman shifted Betty to the van floor beside the infant.

Quickly she cuffed the unconscious woman hands behind her back and tangled a second set of cuffs in the chain separating the hand cuffs and then secured the unconscious woman's feet and wrists together. Next she retrieved a large red ball gag and stuffed it into Betty's unresisting mouth. Now she picking up the discarded bottle and swigged a long burning slug of the amber liquid.

She thought.

Straightening up she saw that her actions had not been observed. She proceeded to slam the van door shut. She climbed over the seats and slid behind the wheel. Taking another belt from the bottle, she then locked it in the vans glove compartment and started the engine.

she thought.

The rush of the scotch began to hit her and added to her sense of humor.



She reached back and assured that the now soiled baby was rapped in the newspapers that was the only packing material she could find.

Then she drove carefully to the Franklin home. The baby, obviously accustomed to his state or worse drifted off into a troubled sleep.

When she arrived at the set back home, Mary ran down the drive to meet her.

"Is he here? Did you get him?" she asked out of breadth from her jaunt down the cement. She tried to peer around the half open door to catch her first glimpse of the now squirming, crying infant that would be her new son.

Betty, now continuos, tried to make her displeasure known, but with the removal of the infant, interest was now totally on the crying infant. Chained as she was Betty could only gurgle and roll around on the van floor. This too ceased as the door slammed shut and the darkness again engulfed her.

Betty fumed behind the ball gag.

"I'm sorry Mary, he is all dirty. I didn't have the time to clean him up. I hope you will forgive me." the woman began.

"Forgive you . Forgive you . I owe you more than I can ever repay . Is he all right? He seems a little glassy eyed. Should I take him to the doctor?" Mary inquired as she took up the little bundle of joy, wiped his face, and in general started, all mothers chore of cleaning him up on her journey to introduce him to his new home surroundings.

"He may be drunk. The bitch I acquired him from was drinking, as she nursed him at the same time in a bar. She made me soo angry. I could not stand to see him with her for ANOTHER MINUTE!" she commented. "Now you have told Jim that I got him from the agency that I knew, of didn't you?"

"Of course I did, and he was soo happy, he did not even ask the name of the agency. I got those papers you told me about, and they appear to be all legal and proper. I do not think anyone, but that bitch will be any the wiser." Mary answered her preoccupied with the squirming new life in her arms.

"Well she isn't going to be a problem any more. Want to come over and play with the bitch some day." she asked her friend.

"Sometime, but right now. I have a baby, and you know how demanding they are," then seeing her dejected look Mary quickly added, "but yes some time when Jim wants to spend some male bonding time with him. I'll come over and help you. I promise. We owe you!"

"Make it soon. I'm sure, she would like to meet you and the longer you stay away the less she will remember about who he is. What are you going to call him?" she asked.

"Robert" Mary answered, snuggling him to her breast. "I'll bet he is hungry. Do you want to stay for dinner?"

"No. I got you know, 'Who', in the van to take care of and put away. If you could just give me the check, I'll be on my way." she explained.

"Of Course. I have it right here and it is worth every penny. I'm soo happy. Thank you, Thank you soo much. See you soon." Mary said as she rushed up the drive to the Franklin home with her new son in her arms.

The woman slid behind the wheel of the van.

She reached over and put the check into the glove compartment and noticed the bottle. She took another big swig and heard.

"AHAAAA AHAAAA" from the back of the van.

She smiled and started the motor. She adjusted the mirror and looked into the glaring eyes of the trust up Betty.

"AW!. I promised we would split the bottle and party. Well I decided that alcohol is bad for your, in your condition. Lactating women should not drink at all, and as I'll be needing your milk for a long time to come, you can forget scotch, ever again. In fact you can forget all alcoholic beverages at all. I want all that tit juice, to be pure, plentiful, and wholesome for all the little kiddies you are going to be feeding." She explained to her mirror.

"AHAAAHH AHHAAASEHH" Betty argued trying to show her displeasure at her current predicament.

"OH now don't worry, though we'll have a party I promised you, when I get you home. You are going to be fixed up soo good . You won't believe how good ." she commented as she drove out of the city.

Through the long trip, Betty rolled around on the van floor. Now her breasts were spiriting their spoiled milk all over the floor and her dress. She cursed and shouted and argued as best she could but the cloth stuffed into her mouth, caused it all to come out all but unintelligible.

After quite a time, the van slowed, and turned off the paved road onto a rough gravel trail and then stopped.

The driver got out, without a word to her trussed up passenger, and opened the garage door to the large suburban home. Her big mutt, Barney, barked and made a big scene of her home coming as he all ways did.

She walked inside and opened the trap door in the cement floor. As she decended the stairs, she reached up and snapped on the lights. She went down the stairs, to insure that the things were ready for her new charge.

Inside the inner room, there were a number of "X" frames mounted vertical, standing there ready. These were to be used for securing her new charges. The securing chains were there ready to insure they would hold the present and future charges so that they would present no problems to her.

Then satisfied all was ready she said,

"OK! Lets get the show on the road."

To no one in particular, as she ascended the stairs, and opened the sliding van door. She grabbed Betty's now stringy damp head, and dragged her all the way out of the van. Rather than try to stand Betty up she let her fall unhindered, onto the gravel drive way.

Betty, with her hands and feet, joined, could not protect her self from the fall to the ground. She landed, tits first into the gravel. Now the woman loomed over Betty's hurting carcass and with a pair of tin snips began to denude the objecting hurting woman of her dirty milk stained clothes.

She did not pay any attention to her twisting charge. In no time at all she had cut or shredded all Betty's clothing. Again grabbing the sweat soaked hair, in both her hands, she lifted, the squirming woman up to her knees and asked,

"Now you are going into the garage and down stairs. We can do this the easy way . that is, you walk there, under your own power, or I drag you across the ground and gravel on your tits to that opening and drop you down the hole."

Betty waited for a another choice. Their was none. So when Betty started to object when the woman resumed her grip on the hair and started to drag.

"AHUUUAUHAUUA" Betty objected as her tits were abraded.

"OH !You wanna walk?" She asked.

Betty reluctantly agreed.

Dragging across the ground on her tits was not good.

She released Betty's legs, allowed her to stand, and then forced her to walk to the garage. She gripped the sweat soaked ear and started down the stairs to bomb shelter floor. There she secured her captive to the first of the "X" frames, facing the sturdy wooden members. Next she used a chain to secure Betty's neck to the top of the frame.

Now she fed the lactating woman's tits through two holes in the frame. She positioned the tits into a specially designed pair of cups. Where she could captured the milk and stored it in an refrigerator right there in the basement.

Now she removed the spit soaked gag and began fitting a bag over Betty's head.

Betty objected and tried to shake the think off.

"You let me go you bitch. You got no right to . "

"This is the feed bag bitch. You are going to eat . good wholesome grains and dried fruit and what ever else I put in front of you. You got that?" She ordered.

"You can not make me . Now let me go and I . " Betty started but the sight of the flame of a cigarette lighter just beyond her nose stopped her in mid sentence.

"Bitch from now on, you are my SOW! You will eat . when I say eat. If I hear one more word about it now, we will see how well you eat . with a blackened nose. Want to argue or eat?"

Betty thought better of it and started to eat. Afterwards she meekly accepted a gag upon the completion of her filling healthful 'meal'.