Milked

"I like it when a **** gets off on being humiliated," the Master said as he led Cumdump through the maze of hallways towards her next destination. "it makes things so much easier for everyone involved. It's half the reason you're here, naked and pregnant, isn't it bitch?"

He stopped and turned to look at her. She saw his salt-and-pepper stubble, his long dark hair, and the glint of his white teeth and he smiled impishly. He wasn't wrong, Cumdump hadn't know how erotic being humiliated could be before she'd come to the island. Something about being reduced to an object had awakened something deep inside of her.

"Yes Master," she said obediently.

He grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed gently, forcing he nipple to to the top before wrapping his lips around it and sucking. A long, low moan escaped from the ****'s mouth as he sucked.

"If you liked that you're gonna love getting milked, you're gonna sound like a goddamn cow once that machine is sucking on your udders." He yanked on her leash indicating that it was time to move. He led her back the way they'd come some hours ago, back to the main chamber of the breeding operation. Past the rows of slaves being bred to the section where the pregnant breeders were milked. They stopped in front of one of the free milking tables.

"Up." the master said, patting the table with his hand. Cumdump obeyed, climbing onto her hands and knees and placing her head onto the stocks. One by one her limbs and head were locked to the table, preventing her from moving but allowing easy access to her body. She looked briefly to either side, she was the only breeder in the milking room at the moment. Evidently the morning's shift had already been milked and moved on. The whirring sound of a motor under her table followed by a rhythmic sucking and a hiss brought her attention back to her master. She felt suction applied to her nipple as he attached the cup to first one and then the other. It was an odd feeling, a strong pull on the nipple followed by a release, then the same on the other breast. The machine repeated this process, alternating from right to left as it sought to draw the milk from her.

"You're still a few weeks from your tits filling up," her master said as he stood up. "but it'll be good for you to get used to the sensation. I'm told that it can be uncomfortable the first time, but pretty soon you'll be miserable unless you get drained. I'm expecting a lot out of those tits you hear me? Four bottles a day at a minimum."

"Yes master," she replied. Cumdump tried to picture herself in a few months with heavy, milk-laden breasts and a swollen stomach. Some of the other slaves had told her how uncomfortable their breasts became if they hadn't been milked, a dull, pressured ache whose only relief was the machine. She also pictured Rebecca's large, round breasts. How much milk could she produce? It must be a lot with a rack like that...no wonder she was so valuable as a breeder.

Suck, hiss, suck, hiss, the milking machine continued tugging on her empty teats.

Cumdump's revelry was interrupted by the next shift of pregnant slaves, four in total, who were led into the milking room by a farm hand. She watched in silence as each **** was unlocked from the next and led to a station where she was secured just like Cumdump. Two of the slaves, a petite asian and a pale, freckled red-head, were heavily pregnant. Their large, swollen bellies hung heavily from their middle, their full breasts swinging forward as they bent over to be chained to the stations. Both women let out moans of relief as the suction cups were attached to their nipples, reliving their swollen breasts of their cargo. Cumdump watched as each spurt of the while liquid was sucked down under the table and deposited into the glass bottles attached to the machine.

The third and fourth women were still pregnant, but not nearly as far along as the other two. Their little bumps silhouetted against their skin by the strong island sunlight coursing through the windows. The whirring sounds of pumping machines filled the room as they sucked away, joining the cacophony of sex sounds emanating from the breeding room next door.