Every Last Drop 2 The Kidnapping and Forced Lactation of Penny, Vicky, and Jessica
A man known only as the Host returns to quench his thirst for fresh milk. When a new conquest is strapped in the milking chair she has a shock for him, she isn't going to leave until she becomes a part of his twisted game using women she knows have the milk he needs! Contains extreme kidnapping abductions, graphic milking, bondage, wet sex, and the raw nipples of three drained women. ADULTS ONLY More
In this exciting sequel the man known only as the Host returns to quench his thirst for fresh milk. This time he has a surprise in store for him, a woman who's trusting nature puts her directly in his sights to be taken in the night. Once she is strapped in the milking chair she has another shock for him, she isn't going to leave until she becomes a part of his twisted game using women she knows have the milk he needs! Contains extreme kidnapping abductions, graphic milking, bondage, wet sex, and the raw nipples of three molested women that have to give every last drop they have if they have any chance to be freed. ADULTS ONLY!
Penny found herself waking up, confused. She felt like her bra was too tight and when she tried to reach up to adjust it she couldn’t move her hands. She felt like she wasn’t thinking straight and tried to look around. Where was she, and why couldn’t she move her arms or legs?
She forced her eyes to focus and looked at herself. She was shocked to see her breasts were out, and that they were being held up by two white straps that went over and under each breast. She could feel that her pants were still on, thank God. Her hands were secured at the wrists to the arms of a recliner she had been seated in, as were her ankles. Her breasts were held tightly by the straps and it made them stand erect in the cold air with her nipples straight up at the ceiling. She looked around more and saw that she was sitting in a stark white room, and that she wasn’t alone. A figure was just to her right and she turned her head so she could see him.
When she saw the handsome face of the Host sitting next to her everything flooded back. She began to prepare to plead with the man but he cut her off.
“Please don’t kill me,” he said, a moment before she could.
“What?” She asked, shocked.
“That’s what you were going to say, correct?” He asked and she nodded.
“I want you to dispel any thoughts of pain or killing right now,” he continued. “That’s not why you are here.”
The man was fiddling with a machine that he had next to him. As Penny watched he took two cups that were attached to tubing from a hook that they hung from on the side of the chair. The machine started to make a small whirring noise.
“Why should I believe you?” She asked, eyeing the cups warily.
“Because if you let me do this, I will let you go, and you won’t ever have to think about it again, wouldn’t that be nice?” After he spoke he had popped a finger in his mouth, and was tracing a line of spit around the rim of each of the cups.
“I want to go home,” she admitted in a rush. “What do you want me to let you do?”
“Oh just to lie back, relax, and to let me relieve you of that milk that you are so plump with.”
The Host reached out to give her right breast a squeeze and marveled at how firm and ripe it was for milking.