Hayley Atwell and Christina Hendricks.

Christina was sitting on the bed in her tiny cell staring blankly at the wall ahead of her. How long had she been here now? Hours? Days? Longer? She knew it was more than a few hours since she had fallen asleep from exhaustion once. But beyond that, she had no idea. Her cell had no clock, no windows to see the sky through, and no discernable way to keep track of time besides counting the seconds. She looked down at herself, past her large breasts, inspecting her body like she had done so many times before now.

She had been stripped completely naked, not a single shred of cloth remained to protect her decency. At first, she had tried to cover her intimate parts with her hands, but the sad reality was, that was simply not an option. Her small hands were far from sufficient for covering up her famously large breasts, and if she used both to shield them as much as she could, she fully exposed her pussy. After several uncomfortable minutes, she simply gave up. When she awoke in this cell, she was freshly washed and dried, with only the seamless steel collar around her neck as a grim reminder of her new reality. So whoever it was that took her, they had already seen everything, so why bother with hiding?

As the monotonous boredom of her situation became more and more unbearable, her mind sooner or later began to wander. To what was happening outside of that sturdy door. What was happening back home? Were there people already looking for her? Or had no one even noticed she was gone yet? Why did they take her the way they did? And who had to resources to pull such a well-prepared move off? And there was no doubt in her mind that this was anything but a well-prepared move. It was too fast, too smooth. One second she was walking towards her car, and the literal next she was thrown into a van that was already beginning to drive away.

From there, her thoughts went to that faithful drive. She shuddered as she remembered the events. She pulled her legs up against herself and hugged her knees as she tried to suppress the growing panic. She could still feel their hands pawing all over her body, the cold sharpness of the knives as they systematically cut away her clothes, stripping her piece by piece until she was stark naked. She absently rubbed her wrists as she recalled the sting of the handcuffs they had used to bind her.

And then the fucking. As bad as their hands running all over her now naked body was, the moment they started fucking, no, **** her would always stay with her. And to make her humiliation even worse, they made it so she would love it, they gave her something, and within seconds, she was dripping wet and eager for their cocks. It took her many replays of that time, but she couldn't keep denying it; Not everything was caused by whatever it was they gave her. However small, a part of her actually LIKED what they were doing. Now did she want to be **** and **** by complete strangers? No, of course not. But that didn't mean the fantasies weren't there. Her thoughts were harshly broken when a sharp electronic whine pierced the otherwise silent cell and the door made a heavy sound as the lock was released.

The door opened, and standing in the doorway was a large, broad-shouldered man wearing plain black trousers and a shirt. He looked at her, and she pulled her legs tighter against herself as she saw his eyes wander across her body before returning to hers.

'Get up, and step outside.'

Christina hesitated to get up, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

'Now, please. We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. We have no problem doing either, but your stay here will be much more tolerable as long as you cooperate. Now get up, and step outside.'

Slowly, she got up from the bed and crossed the short distance towards the exit. She felt his eyes as they took in every inch of her exposed body, and she instinctively moved her arms in such a way as to shield as much of her privates from his gaze. He moved aside, allowing her to step outside of her cell for the first time since she woke up. Letting her eyes wander, she noticed more doors, most likely leading into more cells, and each of them had a little lit display on it. Further down the long and narrow corridor, she saw what looked like elevator doors. Her thoughts of guessing her chances of reaching it before the man next to her caught her were interrupted when a second man moved in front of her. Sheh ad completely missed him as she took in her surroundings, but he was built just as broad and muscular as his partner. He looked at her with a mixture of desire and ruthlessness, and his voice was deep and menacing.

'Don't even think about it, you won't reach it in time, and even if by some small chance you would, there is no way you can operate it anyway. Now, why don't you continue being an obedient little thing, and put your hands behind your back.'

Christina closed her eyes in silent resignation, he was right, there was no way she could outrun them, let alone overpower them. Slowly she moved her shaking arms behind her back, putting her naked body on full display. She wasn't shaking from the cold, as the stale air was of a comfortable temperature, it came from the sheer amount of fear she experienced. With her arms behind her, she felt her wrists being **** closer together before the metallic rattle of handcuffs locked them tightly against each other. She tried to move her arms, but she could only awkwardly jerk her arms around, making her famously large breasts jiggle with each movement.

'nice body tits, I can already tell you're going to be well-liked. Now move that body towards the elevator.'

To drive his point home, a harsh slap against her shapely behind had her yelp in pain, making her breasts bounce wildly. But the message was clear, and she began to walk towards the elevator doors. On her way, she passed many similar cell doors, and she managed to glance a peak to the displays worked into the doors. She could barely hide her shock as she recognized most of the names she saw. She had heard of most and personally knew others. What was this place? What was going on here? Her musing was cut short as they reached the elevator. One of her escorts pressed his palm against a reader, and the doors opened without a sound, revealing a compact elevator. She was pushed inside, and both men took a spot on either side of her. Despite the elevator being big enough for all of them, they remained close to her, and one of them even reached around her side to pull her against him. Before she could protest, for whatever little that would do, his hand had already found one of her breasts, and he began pawing it as if it was perfectly fine.

She tried to pull out of his grip and wanted to say something, but the moment she opened her mouth, he beat her to it.

'Really, now you are going to be difficult? You were doing fine so far, but now you feel the need to object? You better get used to this, 'cause it's going to be much worse soon enough.'

To her horror, the other man had grabbed her ass, and his hand was wandering all over her firm behind. She swallowed her pride and silently endured their groping. The hand slid down her ass, between her legs, and she felt two fingers probe her pussy.

'Hot damn, she's getting wet. Not as much as some of the others we had, but she clearly enjoys it.'

'Same here, those fat tits of hers are quite responsive, and from the looks of her nipples, she clearly wants more.'

Christina remained stoically silent throughout the ride. Despite obvious evidence, she would not give them the pleasure of showing them a reaction of any kind. But with two fingers slowly fucking her pussy, and a meaty hand groping her breast, this was proving to be increasingly difficult. Much to her relief, the elevator doors opened with a soft *PING*, and they let go of her. She was given a second to catch her breath, before she was being pushed out of the elevator, and into a dimly lit marble hallway.

She took in the stark divergence between this floor and the one she came from. Her cell was bland, boring, and practical, build for the single purpose of holding people. This floor was designed and furnished with the intent to show off wealth. Everything about it, from the white marble floor to the heavy crimson curtains, and the beautiful paintings and statues screamed money and power to her. They silently made their way down the hallway, not even her escort's heavy boots making a sound. After minutes of silent walking, they came upon a large double door. One of the men moved ahead to push it open, and for the first time, Christina got a look at the place she was now a prisoner off.

She found herself in what could only be described as a dining hall. Dozens of tables dotted the large hall, with fine table clothes and silverware already set for the next meal. Almost a full quarter if she had to guess from the dim light was made up of several stations able to hold all kinds of things. As they walked straight towards that part, she looked around, and for the first time since waking up, she saw a clock.

03:27. Thursday.

"Thursday? My meeting was on a Tuesday. That's a full day and a half."

While she was racking her brain trying to comprehend the enormity of her situation, they passed one of the stations, and she could read the little sign above it.

Bread and cereals.

This all but confirmed her suspicions about this being a dining hall, but it only raised the question; What did they need her for?

She was taken to the centre of the food stations and abruptly stopped when she saw what was waiting for her.

A contraption made from pristine smooth white steel. It was shaped like someone had taken a circle and cut it in half vertically, then placed the two halves back to back leaving the open part facing outward. On top of each of the two half circles sat a large glass cylinder with a tube running from its bottom towards the ceiling. On the inside of the bottom was a padded bench, and a growing sense of dread filled her heart as she saw it. Two people were working on it, making some final adjustments to it.

She was pushed forward towards the contraption, and she stumbled slightly before she managed to straighten herself. They guided her towards one of the benches, and with a soft click, her cuffs opened and fell to the floor with a clang that echoed loudly in the silent hall. She looked at one of the men, her large blue eyes filled with fear, but all she got was a sharp jerk of his head as he motioned towards the bench.

'Lay down on it. On your back. And no funny business now.'

With shaking steppes, she crossed the last two steps until she reached the bench, and got to lay down on it. No sooner had she done so, that the men grabbed an arm each, and gently, but forcefully moved them under the bench. She felt her hands slide into something soft all the way to her wrists, before whatever it was shrunk around them. The men stepped back, and she gave her arms an experimental tug, only to find them unmoving. The same process was repeated with her legs, bending them underneath the bench, where her feet were locked into these fully encasing cuffs that made it impossible to escape from. Finally, they took a soft leather belt and placed it across her stomach. It was secured on the other side, and now even her torso was completely unmovable. Again, she looked at the men, now with fear and panic clear in her eyes and one of them approached her holding a piece of white leather. In the middle was a clear plastic ring, and it stuck out from the leather a good two centimetres.

'Open up that pretty mouth now.'

She thought about keeping her mouth closed, but the way she was now, it was far too late to resist them, so she opened her mouth as far as she could. The ring was inserted into her mouth, keeping it wide open, but not uncomfortably so. The leather wrapped around her face and chin, and was surprisingly soft to the touch. It was fastened behind her head, and it covered the entire lower part of her face. It was at this point, as she was getting used to the invasive feeling inside of her mouth, that loud yelling could be heard from the doors they had previously entered from.

'Let go of me motherfuckers. You can't do this to me. Do you have any idea what will happen to you when people find out?'

Walking into the lighted area around the contraption were two more men, though one had a person flung over his shoulder. From her position, she could not make out who it was, but her hands were cuffed behind her back as hers were. But additionally, her feet were also cuffed together. Though this did nothing to deter the mystery woman from raging and struggling, and Christina could occasionally see a tuft of brown hair fly back and forth as the woman kept on raging against the men.

As they reached the contraption, the man holding the woman shifted his grip on her and put her on the ground. It wasn't until he turned her around that Christina recognized the other woman.

Hayley Atwell

She knew of her, of course, but she was still surprised to find her in the same place as herself. Hayley was momentarily stunned silent when she saw what she was brought to, and who was already there, and her two handlers used the to quickly **** her unto the bench. Despite her loud protests and continued struggles, it took no time at all before Hayley was firmly secured to the bench. It was at that point that the two attendants working on the contraption approached each of the women. Each attendant was holding a large syringe containing a thick, milky white substance. Hayley's muffled cries of rage intensified as she saw them approach, while Christina silently resigned herself to the inevitable, whatever that may be.

One of the attendants reached her, and Christina braced herself as he firmly grabbed one of her oversized breasts. With wide, fear-filled eyes, she watched the syringe being brought to her nipple. She felt a sharp sting as the needle pierced the base of her nipple, and sank fully into her breast. The attendant pressed the plunger, and half of the contents were injected into her breast. The process was repeated with her other breast before he stepped away and placed the now-empty syringe on an empty tray that was laying nearby.

Hayley's screams of rage had never stopped throughout the whole process, it seems to her that she was defiant to keep resisting them even if it proved to be useless. Thoughts of her co-star became secondary though, as after several seconds, a warmth began to build inside her breasts. It started small, but as the seconds drew on, more and more warmth filled her sizeable breasts, and with it, a growing pressure. The pressure build and build until it became almost unbearable. That was when one of the attendants first spoke up, his voice calm and controlled, but utterly devoid of care.

'It should be about time. Test them. They have to be ready before we can continue.'

Grinning, the two escorts approached their respective charge and began to run their hands all over their bodies. Hayley frantically jerked and twisted against her bonds, trying to keep her body out of their hands, but proved ultimately powerless, as they soon enough had a firm grasp of her large breasts. Likewise, both of the men that had been escorting Christina had grabbed her tits and started to play and tease them, though they were clearly much more gentle than the two abusing Hayley. They each paid special attention to their nipples, and with each squeeze, twist or pinch, she felt the pressure growing more persistent. With a muffled cry of pleasure, the pressure erupted from her nipples, and a small spray of creamy white milk shot into the air before covering her tits. Likewise, Hayley made a similar cry, and the cheers from behind her told Christina exactly what was happening.

Satisfied, one of the men moved his attention lower, to her pussy, and began to use his fingers to explore her pussy. Christina shook her head in denial, and a muffled scream that was part rage, and part pain told her that Hayley fared no better. Moving his fingers around, he began to stimulate Christina's pussy pleasuring her with a surprising amount of skill and gentleness. This went on until he found her special spot. As his fingers slid across her G-spot, she threw her head back and let out a moan as waves of intense pleasure rippled through her. Having found her sweet spot, he began to move his fingers over it again and again, slowly building the pleasure. She felt it coming with each passing moment, slowly, but steadily. He was working her towards orgasm, and there was nothing she could do against it. A hum behind her, followed by a screech distracted her. Apparently, the men working on Hayley were less gentle with her, most likely the result of her continued struggles and resistance. They had taken a wand vibrator and held it firmly against her clit while running at full power. Within seconds, the big-breasted brunette was writhing and screaming as they **** her to cum.

Her attention was snapped back to her own situation when the man still playing with her breasts and nipples spoke up.

'You hear that behind you? She's not having as good a time as you. You behaved like a good little slut should, so you get the nice treatment. She, on the other hand, will not enjoy her time as much as you will. Now, show us what it looks like when you cum.'

And with that, the buildup they had been taking their time on had reached its peak, and Christina felt the first waves of what had to be a strong orgasm begin to ripple from her pussy. Euphoria filled her very being as the **** of the climax tore through her. She grunted and screamed as little as the big gag allowed, and her body shook violently against her bonds. With each pleasurable wave coming from her pussy, and with each contraction her slit made around the fingers, a large spray of milk was ejected from her nipples. And all the while, the two men kept going, stimulating her G-spot, her clit, her entire pussy, and her nipples and breasts. They managed to prolong the orgasm well past what she was used to, and each grunt and spasm of her full-body orgasm was accompanied by sprays of milk from one or both of her nipples.

Her orgasm may not have been as quick as Hayley's, as the other woman had by now cum several more times, but she had no doubt that it produced much more milk from the sheer **** of it. Breathing heavily, she barely noticed the men stepping away, and the attendant approaching her. he reached above her, and retrieved a glass cylinder attached to a clear tube. It fitted nicely over her nipple, and as the cylinder made contact with her skin, she felt the vacuum begin to suck at her sensitive nipple. Immediately, a small spurt of milk was sucked from her breast, and shot through the tube, into the larger canister above her. A second breast pump was attached to her other nipple, and the attendant pressed a button on the side of the machine.

With a smooth and soundless motion, the two benches began to move along the steel device, until they had reached the top. The result was both Christina and Hayley hanging upside down, only the restraints and belts holding them firmly in place. Their breasts hung freely beneath them and swayed slightly as the pumps continued to suck out their milk. A sound caught their attention, and a smaller device lowered from within the contraption holding piston-mounted dildos. One for Christina, and two for Hayley. While the attendant was busy setting them up, their escorts had prepared their fucking machines.

With a soft beep, the machines came to life, and both women grunted and moaned as their pussies, and in one case ass, were being filled by the dildos. Hayley's quickly set a rapid pace and she began to scream and grunt, then moan as the two dildos mercilessly fucked her from one minuscule orgasm into the next. Meanwhile, Christina's dildo was slowly forcing itself deeper into her pussy, until it completely filled her. Then it began to vibrate at varying speeds until it settled on one that sent shivers of pure pleasure down her spine. It slowly retracted until just the tip was buzzing against her opening, before pushing back in. Each thrust was slow and deliberate. It was just fast enough to give her the most pleasure, but never as uncomfortable as Hayley's speed was. At the same time, the vibrations of the dildo resonated perfectly with her G-spot and clit, and she could already feel the orgasm growing inside of her.

She looked at the two men that had escorted her, her vision partially obscured by her flaming red hair that hung around her face, and she pleaded for mercy.

All she got was a gentle meaty slap against one of her heavy breasts before they turned around and walked away.

After a moment, the lights went out, leaving them in total darkness. All by themself, the room was filled with the pained orgasmic screams from Hayley and the less frequent, but far more powerful cries from Christina. They didn't see it, but the milk that was being gathered inside the canisters on top of their respective bench was drained via the lower tube into a specialized UV sterilizer, and from there, distributed to the kitchen and food station to be used as needed. The event always drew a lot of guests, and they expected nothing but the best food at all times. At the same time, the mansion had a sizeable roster of staff members that also needed to be fed. Christina and Hayley were chosen to provide the first batch of milk that was necessary for so many foods, and the kitchen required quite a lot of it to keep everybody well-fed.

Hayley had no idea how much time had passed since they had strapped her into this diabolical machine. The one clock in the room was well out of her line of sight, and the only way to tell the passage of time was the slowly brightening of the room as the light began to slowly filter in through the windows. Her concentration was constantly broken through by the endless cycle of orgasms **** upon her. The speed and intensity are high enough to keep her body in a constant state of orgasm. Never really coming down from the previous one, before the next one ripped through her. At one point she may have enjoyed it, but after this many, they became a painful experience on their own, and it didn't seem like there was going to be an end to it anytime soon. She heard a loud and passionate scream coming from behind her as the other person she had recognized as Christina Hendriks worked through another full-body orgasm. Unlike hers, Christina's orgasms came less frequently, but from the screams of pure bliss, they were much more powerful than what she was **** to endure. Was this the "punishment" she was supposed to suffer because of her continued resistance? She shuddered and moaned, and her big breasts wayed wildly with each thrust as yet another small orgasm rippled through her. They were over as fast as they came, and there was little satisfaction to be had from them. The fact that each orgasm made her sensitive breasts squirt out small spurts of milk only added to her humiliation and rage.

After what felt like an eternity though, the lights in the hall went on, bathing the room in its bright light, making both women squint their eyes at the sudden harsh light. She could hear people mull around further away, and occasionally, a man or woman dressed as a waiter walked into her line of sight carrying a tray or basket of foodstuffs. None of them paid them any mind though. Some might glance at them, or stop and take a picture on their phone, but all of them ignored their heavily muffled pleas for help, and they continued to hang in the machine as orgasm after orgasm was ripped from their helpless bodies. The smell of freshly baked bread and other food being prepared filled the air around them, and both women became acutely aware of how long they had been like this.

After some more time, more voices could be heard, lots more voices. And this time, the people walking around were dressed more normally, almost like they were guests visiting a restaurant for breakfast. There were far more men than women than they could see, and the majority of women were either dressed like slaves or crawled around on the ground following their master or mistress like obedient dogs. Almost everyone stopped at them though. And plenty of people took out their phones to take pictures or even videos of their predicament. There was a loud chorus of cheers and even some applause as behind her, Christina worked her way through another body-wrecking orgasm. Meanwhile, the people who were watching her were mostly laughing and pointing at her as the constant stream of weak orgasms had turned her into an endless fountain of small milk spurts.

But even that was not enough to hold their attention, and one after the other, they moved on, gathering more food, or coming back for seconds or thirds. What was at first a novelty to them to gawk at and admire, had become a normal part of the breakfast scene. Eventually, the noise from the dining area began to quiet down as people left to do their own things. A small group had gathered around them though, and there was an eager tension in the air now. Something was about to happen, and both starlets had the growing suspicion that their sweaty, exhausted, orgasm-wrecked bodies were going to be a part of it.

The group parted, and a man walked out of the gathering to stop right in front of them. He was wearing a well-tailored suit that resembled something a ring speaker at a carnival or circus would wear, but its design and make were infinitely more expensive. He was holding an ornate cane, and it gave a sharp *CLANK* with every other step.

With Christina on his left, and Hayley on his right, he turned to face the crowd and pressed a button hidden in the head of his cane. The sound of motors powering down came from the contraption, and the dildos fucking them as well as the pumps powered down. Both women instantly slumped in their bonds as they were finally allowed to relax, and in Hayley's case, be allowed to come down from her orgasmic high. The show master's smooth, controlled voice cut through the crowd's idle chatter and pulled the attention of both women towards him.

'And with that, the little breakfast challenge is over. Please give a round of applause for our lovely players, as they have been working long hours to provide us all with the required milk to keep the kitchen running.'

The gathered crowd gave a polite round of applause, and some even whistled.

'Yes yes, they did splendidly, but that is not why we are here, we all know that. You are here to see the final result. Who contributed the most towards today's breakfast? I have been told that both players were left in different conditions, so they produced their contributions in different quantities and intervals. But enough talk, time to get the result.'

He tapped the ground with his cane, and after a second, every portable device on the present guests made a sound. They all looked at the screen as the result was being displayed. Sensors in the canisters carefully kept track of how much milk was going in and out throughout their time in the machine, so they could provide a near-perfect account of how much milk each player had provided. With bated breaths, the crowd watched as the result came in, and everyone asked the same question.

Who produced the most milk?

And that's that. You have no idea how long I have been sitting on this idea, hoping for the votes to bring in players with a more prominent bust. I know that it technically can be done with anyone, but from a visual standpoint, larger breasts would be more appealing to me.

Anyway, time to open up the comments to decide who produced the most milk. Hayley's constant stream of small spurts, or Christina's less frequent gushes. Leave a comment on who you think did so, and I hope everyone enjoyed this setup.

Cheers.