Chapter 6 by almaheg

Where are you?

You don't know

You feel the stretcher moving up and out of the van, bringing your bound naked body out into the cold winter air, as you continue to thrash in your restraints. The frigid wind whips against you as the stretcher is carried forward, until finally your are enveloped b the warm embrace of indoor heating.

Your stretcher is again placed down, as you hear a voice reading out what seems to be your current legal status.

"John Doe, you have, for the second time, carried out a successful escape from the 27th US reproductive services facility."

A soft hand wraps itself around your semi-erect dick, and begins to gently caress it.

"Obviously, punishment is in order, and your timetable has changed accordingly."

As your cock begins to properly harden, the hand speeds up.

"You have 12 more hours of edging, and another hour of milking added on to your timetable - and 10 extra strokes shall be given each day for the next six months."

Now the hand is really picking up the pace, sliding up and down your shaft in a piston-like movement.

"You're a valuable asset, you know that?"

You grunt.

"Already, your services have been auctioned off fourteen times."

You start to buck your hips as orgasm draws closer. You're so close - and just as you're about to cum, the hand dissapears.

The voice begins laughing as you buck your hips in a futile effort to cum.

"What, did you think i'd do something so wasteful? They'll be plenty of time for that at your next milking."

Then the laughter stops.

"Also, you'll see tomorrow what happens if you escape a third time."