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Blogs > Amy84 > Milk Slut's Stories > Taboo Titty-Torturing: Chapter Seventeen- Mystery Milkers

Taboo Titty-Torturing: Chapter Seventeen- Mystery Milkers  


11/30/2006 8:45 pm

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11/30/2006 9:11 pm

 When the car stopped once again, I was yanked from the car by my hair. Master ordered me to stand perfectly still with my hands behind my back. I did as I was told and what little clothes I was wearing were ripped from my body. The next thing I felt was a rope being laced around my body. My arms were tied behind my back. The rope was passed through my legs, making sure it parted my ass cheeks and pussy lips. Lastly It was twisted around my breasts until my tits jutted straight out from my body. The last foot of rope served as a leash. I was led away from the car. With every step I took, the rope rubbed against my pussy and ass.

We entered a door and I was taken down a dark hallway. We stopped and Master took me over his knee. He was wearing black leather gloves so as he spanked my bare ass, each one burned my tender flesh. Another one of the people pulled my head up by my hair and rammed his cock into my mouth. I could hear the a third person kneel before Master and begin sucking His cock as they reached down and toyed with my nipples. They batted at my dangling tits and yanked my nipples harshly. Lastly, the remaining stranger knelt between my legs and fucked my pussy, pounding his cock into me as Master’s hand landed against my ass, giving me no way to move. The brutality continued on for the next fifteen minutes. Every inch of my body ached. Then simultaneously, the two cocks inside me exploded with cum. I gagged as my mouth was filled with the hot, gooey jizz. My pussy ached as it was loaded with more cum. I wanted so badly to be allowed to release my cum, but knew that wouldn’t be happening.

Then all at once, the torture stopped. I laid there, motionless, across Master’s lap. Moments later, Master stood and I dropped to the floor. Someone pulled my hair and Master barked at me to stand. He lifted my arms above my head and fastened them to chains. He slapped my thighs and demanded that I spread my legs wide open. He pinched and pulled my nipples as he tied string around them once again. He then handed the strings to someone else. They tugged at the strings like they were moving a marionette. I felt a hand spread my pussy slit open and jam their fist inside me, without warning or stretching it open slowly. Master’s gloved hands slapped at my ass as he screamed “Cum bitch!”

My body tremored as I released all of the pent-up cum. Master’s hand reached up and rubbed my clit. “Again… Cum again for me. You wanted to cum so badly while we were in the car, now here’s your chance. You’re going to cum like you have never cummed before.” My nipples were tugged at, and with each tug the strings tightened. Master rubbed my clit faster and faster, the orgasm built up again. Cum flooded from my cunt. My nipples were yanked up into the air and Master started slapping my teats with his other hand. The hand pumping in and out of my cunt pounded harder. “Again” master snarled.

The person fisting my pussy began spanking my sore ass. Orgasm after orgasm ripped through my cunt. I felt fingers at my lips, spreading my mouth open. A woman then inserted her tit into my gaping mouth. She stuffed as much of her tit as she could into my hole. She slapped my cheek as she commanded me to suck her. Cum flowed out of me in an endless stream.

When I was at the point of passing out from the rapid-fire orgasms, Master told the others to back off and let me rest for a moment. I was allowed to kneel with my hands still restrained in the air. Ten orgasms in the span of an hour, I wasn’t sure I had been allowed to have that many orgasms in the last month. As I pondered that thought, my body started to show signs that I was excited again. I wished my body wouldn’t snitch on me, but I couldn’t help it. Not only had I never orgasmed that many times in one day, but I had never been so horny in my life. Master immediately picked up on my arousal and announced “I think the horny cow is due for a good milking.”

I felt a familiar device being fastened to my tits, it was my breast pump. Since my hands weren’t free, my tits were forced to bear the weight of the breast pump. Apparently Master think that was enough weight for them though because he decided to also affix the wood ‘stocks’ to my boobs that he had mad a while back. He screwed the bolts into the holes and tightened them until he was satisfied. He sat back with the others to enjoy the view for a while. Eventually they grew bored and walked out of the room. I was left there, alone, unable to do anything. My teats were now past the point of being empty, but the pump hummed away, sucking my tender nipples. I began to moan from the feeling of my poor udders being sucked mercilessly. Someone stepped back into the room, only long enough to fasten a ball gag to my face. I could imagine I was a sight to behold. I was left there in the dark, still blindfolded, for the next several hours.

The next thing I knew, it was morning. I knew the time of day because I could smell breakfast cooking. Someone came to release me from the devices on my tits, and brought me to the breakfast table. I was laid across the table and my legs were spread open. I was to become the platter for the array of breakfast foods. Hot sausage was placed between my legs and hot syrup was drizzled over my tits and stomach. I felt several people tug at my nipples, spraying milk into their glasses or bowls of cereal. I could smell plates of pancakes and eggs surrounding me. Someone picked up a sausage and wiped it against my pussy before putting it on their plate; others licked the syrup from my stomach. Soon I heard the clink of breakfast dishes being cleared from the table. My body was sticky, from the syrup at breakfast and from all of the cum the day before.

Master helped me off the table and led me into the bathroom. Only then, when it was the two of us alone, did he allow me to remove the blindfold. My eyes hurt as they adjusted to the light, even though it was a dim light in the bathroom. Master kept the light dim so that I had no chance of figuring out where I was, not that there was much chance of that anyways. Master sat there and watched me as I showered. After I was clean, he dried every inch of my body before putting the blindfold back over my eyes.

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