Quench your thirst!

You look at the glass in his hand and politely accept. He leads you outside, but instead of taking you to your car, he leads you past it. When you question him, he tells you he forgot to show you something. You raise the glass to your parched lips, and feel thick, rich cream coursing through your desert dry mouth. You swallow it, the thickness making its way down your throat, coating it. You feel a little light headed, as he pulls you into one of the warehouses you take a much bigger gulp, and barely notice anything around you save for your tantalizing milk. You finish it off, and Mr. Minchest takes it from you. He sits you down, and starts taking off your clothes. Woozy, you falter, like you’re heavily intoxicated. Finally, butt naked, he rolls over a pillory. He quickly opens it, and moves your awkward, slow wrists into the holes, then pushes your head into it. He guides you up, and your vision starts to clear, as he snaps cuffs around your ankles, chaining them tightly to the wall. He scurries away, and you start to get your bearings. You realize now that you are naked, locked up, and alone. Then your breasts start hurting. You can’t see them, but they feel liked they’re being pulled and yanked downwards.