Milked By A Machine

Bill then manipulated the tips of the contraption and suddenly two fist-sized balls of breast flesh bulged out of the gaps and wobbled enticingly. He grinned evilly as he applied lube to both exposed nipples. A pump roared to life.

Hitomi could feel the cold gel on her tits and she could see the officer doing something with them. Then she saw the suction cups. Oh god, not this again! She tried to prepare herself for the sensations that would soon inflame her chest.

"Aaaargh! It's too strong! Dial it down a notch, please?"

But the policemen did no such thing. In awe by the spectacle playing out in front of them, they gaped at the two fat balls that were rhythmically sucked deep into the cups, massaged and mauled by the relentless machine.

"Let's grab something to eat while our two suspects are loosened up a little," laughed the chief, "You are recording this, aren't you?"

"Of course, boss. We'll have every bit of this spectacle on file for all eternity!"

"Good, good. Should be excellent training material for future recruits."

Each of the men had another close look at Hitomi's stressed-out udders before they left the room. The machine kept pumping and Hitomi's nipples screamed in pain from the awful pressure. The poor woman groaned and wheezed as she endured the terrible torture and wondered how she could escape this hell. But with her arms locked behind her back and her boobs trapped by the milking machine, there was not much she could do. Or could she rip herself free from the cups and escape?