Three stories about women getting forcefully tied down and milked till the cows come home! Contains Abducted and Forced to Give Milk, Milked and Dominated by the Billionaire, and Milked by a Doctor. 21404 words with bondage, dubious consent, and plenty of messy, milky lactation sex. Adults only! All characters over 18. More
Three stories about women getting forcefully tied down and milked till the cows come home! Contains Abducted and Forced to Give Milk, Milked and Dominated by the Billionaire, and Milked by a Doctor. 21404 words with bondage, dubious consent, and plenty of messy, milky lactation sex. Adults only! All characters over 18.
"Are you comfortable? I'm going to attach the cuffs now." "Um, do we have to? That's a bit scary." "It's for your safety." "Um... alright. If you say so." With my permission, he began to cuff my wrists and ankles, restraining them to their respective corners. I've never been strapped down before, so suddenly losing my ability to move properly made me feel rather defenseless and worried. The insides of these cuffs were lined with a nice, bouncy material, so comfort wasn't an issue. In fact, if you ignore the bondage, this position was actually rather comfortable. Dr. Davis took a belt strap protruding out of the platform below my belly, and brought it around my waist, securing it on the other side. Then similar belts were secured around my knees and elbows, further limiting my freedom. "How's that? Can you try moving around?" Testing my restraints, I soon discovered just how trapped I was now. The cuffs prevented my wrists and ankles from going anywhere, and the belts further hindered my movement, keeping my arms and legs in-place and rendering them virtually useless. I could wriggle my butt and upper torso around, but other than that, I was thoroughly trapped and helpless. A bead of sweat trickled down my forehead, betraying my nervousness. Dr. Davis has my best interests in mind... right? "Um, I can't move very much. Is this really all that necessary?" "Don't worry. What we're doing isn't dangerous, but I still need to make sure you don't struggle too much." ...Struggle? He's expecting me to struggle? "Wait, what do you mean by that?" "You'll see." The sweat was really starting to flow now. The room temperature's mild enough for me to be comfortable without any garments, yet I'm shivering with an incredible uneasiness. Just what was he going to do to me? Dr. Davis pulled up a chair and sat down beside me. I couldn't help but feel anxious, knowing that he was so close to my vulnerable body. He could do whatever he wanted to me right now. There was no way I would be able to stop him. "Wendy, let's be clear about this. Do you know what your problem is?" What kind of cryptic question is he asking me now? Isn't it obvious? "I'm lactating too much. I thought that was clear." "You're certainly producing a lot more milk than usual. But that's not the problem." "Huh? What are you talking about?" "The problem is that you think you need to stop lactating. But don't worry. You'll change your mind soon enough." A cold chill runs down my spine. I started fidgeting nervously in my cuffs, realizing for the first time why I shouldn't just trust someone so unconditionally. Even someone like Dr. Davis.