Thomas took the vibrator away from me and i shook hard, trying to catch my breath. The corset was so tight it was difficult but eventually i calmed myself down. Thomas produced a handkerchief and wiped off my left hand, then dabbed gently at my nipples. i had squirted. Or was i imagining it? He took my hand and walked me back to my room.
The male nurse was standing at the side of the bed, a machine on the table next to him. Thomas had me sit in a chair and the man smiled at me and told me to relax. Then, he opened the top of the machine and pulled out two long rubber hoses with long, clear cups at the end. It was a milking machine. i hadn’t dreamed it! Afraid, i shook my head and tried to get up out of the chair but Thomas’s hands were on my shoulders. The nurse flipped a switch and the suction started. He held one of the cups near my left nipple and i felt a rush of disgust and humiliation as i leaned forward into it. They both laughed. Thomas told me i’d been being milked every morning before waking up for the last several weeks. The milk was part of my breakfast. i shook my head but felt myself lean forward when the nurse held the right cup out to me.
The milking took just over twenty minutes. i was wild with arousal by the time it was finished and begged Thomas to give me the vibrator. He handed it to me and they both left the room. i came over and over until i finally fell asleep exhausted.
That finally brings me to the videos that have been posted on the Internet. Everything up to this point had been to prepare me for my assignment. i was taken to a private jet one morning early. There were eight men on board plus Thomas and me. They spent the first few hours having me parade around the plane in my corset and high heels, admiring my figure and touching me as i walked by. As the flight dragged on, i felt my titties start to ache. The plane had taken off at nine in the morning and it was now nearly two in the afternoon. i’d been milked regularly each morning at ten and i was beginning to get tender and sore. When lunch was ready, i delivered it. Afterwards, i was allowed a salad, a portion of fish, and two glasses of wine. By now, it was nearly five o’clock and my titties were in pain. One of the men called me over and started running his fingers through my crotch hair. i moaned and felt my cunt twitch. i saw him laugh and point and noticed that there was a drop of milk bubbling from my left nipple. i was completely humiliated and stepped away from him, but i felt another man’s hands on my ass, his fingers sliding between my legs. i opened them immediately and felt the drop fall from my nipple and land on my leg. Then it started. The men passed me around one to the next, sucking milk out of my swollen titties and listening to me cum from the feeling. When they were tired of that, they had me suck each of them off, being careful to swallow every drop and not dirty their suits.
When the jet landed, i was shuttled by van to a building that looked like a research facility. Once inside, they took me into the room you saw on the videotape. i knelt belly down on the bench with the light brown leather top, a wide belt strapped around my back and buckled underneath to secure me in place. Then, the suction cups were attached and the latex hood put on me. i spend the next two weeks in that spot, my cunt and ass raped and violated by men, dildoes, women with strap-ons and anything else anyone chose to use on me, my mouth swallowing gallons of cum as man after man used me that way and always, the milking machine.
By the end of the first week, i was producing milk more or less constantly all day. Not much was coming out and the pain was excruciating but they seemed satisfied. The man who was paying for this, a man who was careful to always wear a mask that covered his eyes when he came to inspect – but never actually use – me, always clucked his satisfaction in his native language. i wish i had recognized it, maybe one of you has figured out what he was saying from listening to the videos?
i have no idea whether they let me go home because they were bored or because Thomas has something new for me to do, but i am writing this on the jet on my way back to…ah, you know i cannot tell you what State i am in, now can i?