The Chattel Farmer

Ch 7 The First Day

My alarm was screaming at me. I crack my eyes open in the pre-sunrise gloom. The strange room looking back at me jolts me awake and the memory of where I am crashes into me. I quickly shower and get dressed in the type of outfit that Mr. Farber suggested in his emails. Heavy pants called jeans that have several pockets, and a light weight simple t-shirt with sturdy shoes. The farm is south of my city and I know it will be warmer than I’m used to. Coffee and a quick breakfast from the mini Auto Chef. Looking at my wrist unit, I should be on time. I’m opening the door when I remember to grab that mystery box from my suitcase. Out the door and down the steps. I’m actually a couple minutes early. Luckily the one hour time zone difference is in my favor making it more like 7 am according to my body.

Mr. Farber walks out of the office door with a hot beverage thermos in on hand and some sort of small blue bag in the other. He hands the bag towards me. “Aaron, this is your tool belt. Put it around your waist like mine with the zipper on the top.” I set down the box on top of the mini fridge. After I buckle it, I have to adjust the strap so it’s snug on my waist. “If you are right handed like me, you’ll probably want the tool pouch on the left so that your data port can clip to the right.” While I’m adjusting things how he suggested, he opens the box and pulls out what looks like a dildo and an egg shape, both of which are blue. Handing me the two objects, “Put those in your tool pouch. Here is your data port. I’m sure you noticed all the ‘scan the ear tag’ in your handbook?” I nod. Of course I remember the ear tags, and clip the small tablet with a heavy duty case to my belt. It feels nicely balanced. I’m glad I spent time on the train studying the manual that Mr. Farber sent. I follow him out the door into the barn.

“The stall doors automatically open and the chattel come here to the indoor pasture. They’re eager to be milked and have breakfast. I started the Auto Feeder a few minutes ago, so the oatmeal should be ready. This control panel here by the door to the milking area will fill the troughs. There isn’t room for the entire herd, so they come in waves. The first wave is mostly double cream crosses that would especially benefit from additional milking. They’re pretty engorged by 6 am, so they get milked first then eat breakfast. Here’s my gals!” The pasture had open gates on the three sides that didn’t have the grooming and milking room doors. The chattel were coming through the gates crawling on their hands and knees! I noticed all of them had breasts just about dragging the floor and they were full and rounded like a balloon. Some seemed to have a little trouble crawling with such large breasts. Their hips were curvier than what I remembered seeing last night. They came straight for us at the milking doors. Mr. Farber hit a button on the control panel and the troughs mounted to the walls around the pasture filled with the morning feed. “Follow me Aaron. Watch me do a couple of chattel, then you’ll try and I’ll check your work.”

The floor of the milking room was covered by the same dark color soft matting as everywhere else. The chattel were moving into up onto little U shaped crate contraptions that were a couple of steps up. The milking stalls were set in rows with space to walk in front and behind. The longer sides had wider extruded plastic slates and the front just had a few narrow bars. At the front of each station there was a gleaming machine with tubes running out of it that I recognized as a milking pump from the handbook. We walked around to the front of the first row. Mr. Farber reached through the bars towards her head, and pulled on something attached to the top of her ear, and scanned it with his data port until it beeped softly. “Hey, there Bessy, did you get some good sleep?” He cooed at her while moving to scan the big code on the pump. She made sort of a low moaning sound that still managed to sound happy. The ‘port flashed purple. “Aaron, did you see the color? That’s the shield size that she needs. Pull open this drawer under the stall and get the same color.” There was a quiet machine hiss noise that caused me to jump. “That’s the cleaning solution that the stall sprays before you put the shields on. Don’t want dirty milk! Put the shields on the pump hoses like this, then with your other hand pinch and pull on the n****e like this. Bessy has great n*****s so she doesn’t need much stimulation.” He popped a shield on that side and started pulling on the other n****e. “While the t**s are in your face look for any red areas, then give them a quick squeeze to feel for any hard lumps.” He popped the other shield on. I remembered this. “That’s to look for plugged milk ducts or infections, right Mr. Farber?” Bessy let out a louder moan “Ohhhhhhh” and I saw milk squirting out into the shields and down the tubes. “Very good, Aaron! After the machine is done, you’ll squeeze again to check for lumps before taking off the shields. Watch me one more time, then I want you to do the next one.”

Deep breath. I’m in front of rich chocolate brown mounds of heaven, with large dark n*****s that are pebbled up the width of my finger already. Her soft golden eyes stare at me and she makes a soft “Meeehhhhh” sound. I’ve gotten a little hard in my jeans. I reach for her tag. It’s much softer than I was expecting, almost a fabric texture. As I pull it up, I see “Tessy” and the code. I scan the code, then the code on the pump. Purple flashes on the ‘port. Seems like most of the double crème cross breeds have larger n*****s which fits a purple shield. I get the shields onto the pump hoses. I’ve been talking softly to her; just nonsense in a calm tone like I heard Mr. Farber doing. Moment of truth. I gently pinch a n****e and roll it a bit. Her skin is soft and I’m getting really hard with my deep dark fantasy hanging inches in front of my face. The n****e isn’t perking like I need it too. “Aaron, get a little rougher. She’s a chattel not a college co-ed!” He barks a quick chuckle from a couple stalls down the row. Well, ok then. I firmly grip, and give a few rough tugs. The n****e perks up nicely. Trying to remember all those drawings from the hand book I place the shield on the perked n****e which is sticking out about an inch now. I get the other n****e perked faster than the first and place the shield. Immediately milk starts streaming into the shields and down the tubes into the pump. “Good technique, Aaron. With a little practice you’ll get faster. Keep moving down the line!” Mr. Farber seems very stern when you meet him but he freely gives encouragement and seems to be a good teacher to me.