The Power of Herbs

To the Hyperborean a slave girl is nothing more than livestock. As such, as an owner of livestock, it becomes his responsibility to make use of every part of her.

Her breasts are no exception.

Dairy slavery on Hyperborea is possible because of two herbs. Taken together, they give Hyperborean masters the control they need over the bodies of their slave girls.

The first is Milk Root. Milk Root is a yellow plant that, when consumed by a pregnant human female, induces lactation. Milk production can begin anywhere from hours to days later.

If a slave girl is fed Milk Root for several weeks straight, she will produce milk for months. However, she must be pregnant while she is being fed the herb.

The second herb is Mismating Spice. When consumed by a pregnant slave, the leaves cause the pregnancy to terminate. If consumed early there is no risk to the slave.

Mismating Spice is a necessary tool of any master who keeps young women caged in his bed-chamber. However, when used in conjunction with Milk Root, a slave can be made into a dairy slave.

Creating a Dairy Slave

The Hyperborean first breeds a slave girl. He then force-feeds her Milk Root for up to a month. This is called "priming." Once the priming period is over, he mismates her. The slave’s breasts will continue to produce milk for many months. Once she runs dry, the process is repeated.

Reasons

Food

Milk can be consumed directly, especially in marginal environments. Excess can be converted to cheese, and stored. 

Sweetener

 Human breast milk is very high in sugar; closer in flavor to melted ice cream than cow’s milk. Hyperborea is a world where neither honeybees nor sugarcane have yet evolved. Milk from slave girls is used for sweets and cakes.

 Alcohol

The high sugar content makes the milk excellent for fermentation to produce alcohol. The drink produced is closest to Central Asian "Kumis," a drink made from fermented mare’s milk.

Kumis has half the alcohol content of the average beer. Its taste, however, is very much an acquired one. Hyperboreans are quite used to it and consume it in large quantities. On long caravans and sea voyages, some slave girls will be ‘put to dairy’ to keep the men supplied with alcohol.

In harems, it is considered a point of pride among slave girls if they have been put to dairy to keep their master supplied with Kumis.

The Dairy Slave

The ideal dairy slave is a girl in peak fitness. Her master will keep her well-exercised, but not so much that lactic acid enters her milk, affecting the taste.

The size of a slave girl’s breasts is irrelevant to her milk production. All that matters is that she be in good health, and well-fed.

Dripping

A dairy slave is most full in the morning. This is also when, her breasts full, she is likely to drip milk from her nipples.

The release of milk is also connected to her oxytocin levels. Oxytocin is released in sex, and as such a dairy slave is likely to drip (or even spray) when her master is using her. Some slaves begin dripping merely in the presence of their master, or men, generally.

Hyperboreans regard dripping as a sign of good health. They find it amusing that slaves are often made uncomfortable by this bodily function they cannot control. Masters will fondle or or masturbate such girls to increase their dripping: it is just another dimension of power to exercise over their slaves, and to remind them of how powerless they are.

The Milking Bench

Dairy girls are typically put to a milking bench. This is a trestle table or raised bench on which a slave girl is forced to kneel. A bar is mounted on the bench at the height of the kneeling girl’s necks. Cuffs or chaining rings are fitted along the bars. The dairy slave kneels with the bar against the back of her neck. Her collar is chained to it. Then, her hands are raised and her wrists are cuffed, parallel with her neck. Secured thus, she cannot leave the bench, or otherwise interfere with her milking.  

The average milking bench takes 3 to 5 girls. Slaves mount the milking bench in the mornings. If a slave girl has been displeasing, she may be left on the bench for several hours, as punishment.

Dairy slaves are not allowed to drink milk except as a rare treat. As such, they are not permitted to milk themselves, or each other.

Slave Dairies

Dedicated dairies are rare on Hyperborea. Instead, harems and stables may have a few girls set aside to be ‘in milk.’ Dairies are less common in urban areas. They are ubiquitous, however on small, present-owned farms. Every farm girl will, at some point, be put to dairy.

In Book 2 of Sex Slaves of Hyperborea, Slaver and Sex Slaves, Gerard experiments with the idea of setting up a dairy. He is not fond of the taste of Kumis, but I expect the idea of keeping Kitten under a table, wrists chained to a ladle as she churn her own milk, may change his mind…

EXCERPT: Breeding a dairy slave

Gerard’s first time ever breeding a slave was in Dagon’s Price.

He comes across some girls set aside to be used as dairy slaves. Realizing what was in store for them, he takes matters (and one of them) into his own hands. He does this in secret. He has no knowledge of the procedures, and hardly expects to be offered a role.

However:

• he has never bred a slave before

• no one is watching
  

"It is milk root, Master," she pointed to the corner of the compound. There was an open wooden crate there with yellow, dried herbs inside. I went to the box: the smell was indeed coming from it.

Beside the box were four, small, cages. Curled up inside each of them, clutching at the wicker bars, was a slave girl. They studied me like deer watching a wolf.

By the cages was a 6' x 6' square of baked, clay tiles. Wooden posts had been rammed into the ground at each of its corners. Chained shackles had been fitted to them, and lay coiled on the ground.

"What is milk root, Slave?" I asked the Anatolian.

"I know only that it is a herb, Master," she said with her head down, "and that when fed to a slave after she has been bred, she will give milk within the day."

The caged slaves turned in their confines to try to see me better. One was a stunning Shang girl, with long, silk-black, perfectly straight hair. Her skin was gently tanned. She reminded me of Zana. Her breasts were large and well-formed, with brown aureoles and nipples.

I picked up a few grains of milk root (which was not a root) and studied them. They had an oily feel, and they smelled quite pungent.

"Have you eaten this?" I asked the caged girls.

"Yes, Master," they chorused.

"Why are you in cages, and not chained for milking?"

"We are waiting to be bred," said the Shang.

I pulled out my knife. There were gasps from some of the girls, and the caged ones tried to shrink back. The Shang stared at me; her eyes were large, dark, intelligent.

I went to her cage and cut away the leather thongs that tied it shut. I opened the cage door.

"Out."

The Shang crawled out on her hands and knees.

"There," I pointed to the brick square.

She crawled to the middle of it. I took one shackle, opened it, and fastened it around her ankle. Then I secured her other ankle, and then both her wrists. She knelt on her hands and knees.

I pulled down my pants, got down behind her, and got to work. Her body was thrown forward with each stroke, her hair tossing. She started to moan; I cupped one hand over her mouth.

When I ejaculated, I pulled her close against me. I held her like that for a few moments, she lowered her head down to the tiles and began panting. Then I stood and shook myself clean; semen dripped onto her back.

I uncuffed her wrists and ankles and led her by her hair to one of the milking shed.

"Kneel."

She knelt under a bar, the collar hanging down by her face.

I lifted her long, silk-soft hair out of the way, and pressed the collar against her warm, sweaty skin. It clicked as it locked. Then I took each of her wrists and shackled them as well.

"What do you say?" I said.

"Thank you, Master."

I left the stable.