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When freelance journalist Michelle gets caught snooping around a Government laboratory where young women are being held prisoner, she is drugged and, instead of being detained, offered a tour of the facility.
When the effects of the drugs kick in and she finds her breasts becoming massive, producing milk and her body entering a state of constant sexual need. As she is strapped into a machine designed to take care of both her need to be milked and her desire for sexual gratification she finds herself enjoying the experience more and more and begins to wonder if she was wrong. Perhaps these women... these human cows... are not prisoners, but volunteers willing to endure the ultimate humiliation in return for a sexual experience beyond anything they have ever had before.
Please note: This 7000+ word short story contains explicit scenes of medical bdsm, breast enlargement, human milking, human breast feeding, milking machines and fucking machine. It is strictly intended for an adult audience only.
Even as I began to speak I felt another throb of pain in my breasts. Already? How was that possible. Scott's office was a mess. We were both drenched in milk, as was his desk. Jets had painted arcing lines on the walls and floor. How was it possible I needed to be milked again already? How was any of this possible?
I whimpered as another wave hit me. I reached out, to pull him to me again but we were interrupted as two orderlies pushing a large contraption burst through the double doors of his office.
"About fucking time." Although he sounded relieved I also sensed a little disappointment. I suspect he had been looking forward to feeding off me again. "Quick, get her strapped in and get her down to the lab."
I was in a daze as the two orderlies silently lifted me to my feet and helped me into the bizarre device they had brought into the room. I didn't even know what this thing was and caught between conflicting waves of pain and pleasure I didn't really care. There were tubes and straps and dials and it all looked like a cross between something you might find in a hospital
and something you might find in some kind of perverted sex dungeon. Which, given my current state might be just what I needed.
I surprised myself by laughing out loud as they positioned me. Not just at my predicament, but at the fact that two complete strangers were treating my naked body like some kind of piece of equipment as I panted and moaned with pleasure... and I didn't even feel embarrassed.
I was beyond caring. If I had the opportunity I would gladly played with with myself until I came over and over again in front of these two men and not give a damn. My need for fulfilment was becoming overwhelming and I began to fantasize about the three men in the room with me.
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Published July 9, 2013
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.