The Milking

The phone doesn't answer her provocations, at least directly. But her thrashing is an answer of it's own, as the feeling of fingers trace along her breasts. But before it begins in earnest, the phone has one more piece of information.

Now let us deduct your rent for the day, before the hucow is milked. And a little hint for those without a role. If you contribute to the house, you may be rewarded.

Rex: 188

Rebecca: 9

Olivia: 582

Erica: 0

Sephora:99

With that, the phone goes blank, but we are not immediately released. No, the next action is one we can only hear, as Erica shrieks. The machine glows with a bright green magic as within the bells, hands pull on Erica's nipples. They start out slow, methodically, milking her like you would a cow. This continues for a little bit, before it feels like lips wrap around both of her breasts. The mouths suckle strongly, not like babies but like hungry lovers. She screams in pain as they stop only to bite down.

And this, we can't see any of this. But the fact remains perfectly clear. She is being milked, she is now a cow to this house, and it is humiliating. Her head remains lowered in shame, as her body is played with. Then and only then, when it is clear, do our restraints loosen. The rope falls down, the knots loose now, the black shackles crumbling when we move.

None of us move at first, as the sheer bewildering show goes on. The screams turning into guttural moans, moans squeezed just like the milk from her breasts from her unwilling mouth. She doesn't want to show how it affects her, but she can't resist it. Then Olivia runs up to her, pulling at the restraints, trying to find some way to free her. But there is none, so she stands in front of her, whispering something to her. Encouragement, promises to set her free? It doesn't matter, as the machine will keep going until her breasts are dry. And that will be a while yet.

She then turns back to us. "What are you doing, enjoying the show?! Get out of here, I know you are free, just go." That is enough to shock everyone into standing. Sephora, Rebecca and you slowly move toward the exit. But a paleness catches your eye.

The bench had pulled up her skirt as it restrained her. Her pale ass wiggles as the machine does its work. And you can swear you see her thighs glimmer with wetness, her breasts sensitive, the humiliation an unwanted accelerant. Her body burns with arousal, and she hates that, only increasing the humiliation. She is bound, helpless, if you were alone, you could take out your cock and...

Soon Olivia comes, attempting to blocking the view by pulling down Erica's skirt, but her skirt is pinned with the restraint. So she stands between you and Erica, trying to preserve her modesty, as she moans again as the milking machine changes to a new rhythm.

You sort of want to see what happens, but the daggers in Olivia's eyes and the fact that Rebecca and Sephora are here make you prudent. You leave the room.