A pale of milk

I ran down a steep stairs trying to escape a shadow following me in an ally way. My skirt was ripped up and my blows were torn to shreds. “Come on baby” The shadow that was chasing me said. “Go away” I said in a torn up voice. “No baby. You would be good for the job” the shadow said. I turned around and threw my hand bag at it. “Ha ha ha” it said. All of a sudden I was knocked onto the ground. After that I was knocked out.

I could hear voices. It was so hypnotic. I could feel as if I was growing a dick and my breasts were bigger. When I woke up I couldn’t see or speak no matter how much I opened and closed my eyes and opened and closed my mouth. “Don’t worry baby all you are is a toy now. A sex toy for all these sex hungry men. But down worry the effects will ware off in about ten more minutes.

Ten minutes later I was alone in a room white room whit a big black door. I stood up and ran for the door. I opened it up whit pure force that I was surprised that it didn’t break the hinges. A tall dark man stood on front of me. I turned to the left and ran as fast as I could. The man chased me clenching at my back. I turned around and punched him in the ball sack. He fell to the ground crying in pain. I noticed that the man looked like the shadow that was chasing me. I kicked him one more time in the gut and ran down the hall again.

There was a large red and blue door that looked rusted. I tried to open the door by the handle but it did nothing. So I moved back a bit and rammed into the door whit full force. The door just broke open. I looked around; I was in a disco of some sort. No one noticed me and the broken door. I jumped over a railing onto the dance floor and ran right across it. Three guys pointed at my ass.

I looked at my ass as well, my cheek was showing and on it there was a big red mark saying 012. I then began to feel weird as if I was an animal. The three guys ran over to me. They surrounded me; a big tall black man said to me “are you ok miss”. “No. There was a man chasing me, he was trying to rape me I think” I said. Then the tall black man spoke again “show me where he is and we will beat the shit out of him”. I just nodded. They followed me down to the tall dark man. When I got to him he was standing up, he was also grinning. The black man then said “here’s the girl”.

A wave of terror struck me. They were bringing me back to the guy who was trying to rape me, they were whit him. The 2 other men grabbed my arms. I didn’t even try to struggle because I knew it would be a fatal attempt. They brought me to a room whit big chains and shackles and chained me to the wall. They then began to rip all my clothes off. I looked down at my body, it was odd I had a dick and my breasts were seeping milk. I could see four pink lumps on my abs. The men began to mess whit my tits. They licked them clean but it just kept becoming a milky mess.

My abs began to hurt and all of a sudden I had udders and milk was spraying from them but the men didn’t seem to notice it was as if it was my imagination. The black man punched me in the face 3 times and by the time he was finished I was knocked out. It was nice to escape that nightmare for a while. I dreamt that I was in a field whit cows pasturing.

I woke up on a bed there was a bunch of other girls there too they were all asleep. I looked down at my body I had a maid out fit on whit space for my udder cut out. I stood up and began to walk to a big red door. I opened it gently trying not to wake up any of the girls just in case they were helping the men. I looked out the door and I could see I was in a milking factory.

A tall man in a white jacket walked over to me and said “nice to see you awake number 12”. “What are you going to do whit me” I said while looking around. The man then grabbed my hand and gestured to the machines “we are going to milk you”. I began to cry “why are you doing this to me” I said while whipping my eyes. “Because there are a lot of Horney men in this world that want milk from hot women” he replied.

He began to pull me down a stair case into a milking room. He then began to talk again “ok here are the rules if you want to live a fair life here”. I nodded. “Ok then here are the rule 1is most important, if you want to be treated well then make a lots of milk whit these things” he was pointing to my breasts, not my udders.

The more I was there the more I felt like an animal. I began squeezing my tits. Lots of milk began to squirt out; I squirt it into a bucket. The man came in again but he said the bucket wasn’t close to full. Grabbed my arm and pulled me to a new room. There was only a big set of ear phones down at the end of the room. He made me sit and put them on. I fell asleep as far as I know after the first few words were said. I could hear a hypnotic voice but couldn’t understand what it was saying.

When I woke up I was a slave??? My mind and body were saying I was a slave but only one small part of me said “what am I doing”. The man came back in whit a grin on his face and said “suck my cock”. All of a sudden I was on my knees sucking his cock. I enjoyed it in a weird way; part of me kept saying “what are you doing you slut” but the more I said it the made me feel better like a slut like what I never wanted to be.

He cumed in my mouth and I swallowed. He then told me to milk myself into a new bucket and not to leave until it was full. I had no free will anymore I’m just a slut. So the next day after I milked my self, milked my self again it just kept going like that on and on and on so now I suck cock and milk my self. Just to please him??? It doesn’t sound like me because I a very uptight women who just works

Will any one miss me while I was gone? Well I didn’t care because I just wanted to please that man as much as I could and sometimes he would fuck me while I’m chained up to a wall. It makes me happy to please him and he’s happy when I do it.

One of the days he told me I was his favourite and came in and helped me milk myself it made me so happy. Later that day he let me sleep beside him and he fucked me that night as well. I felt so special but no matter what that small part kept saying “this is not you” over and over. And sometimes I tried not to be a slut but I just felt sad when I said no to suck his cock.

After that night I could here him having sex whit someone else and telling them it’s his favourite. But for some reason I didn’t mind because all I wanted was him and nothing or no one else even if I have to share him whit another slut like me.

So in the end I had sex whit all the other girls and him we were all sluts in this place. When I got old he told me that I would have to leave soon for the next generation of girls. And I went along whit him he was old as well but he said he was aloud to stay because he owned the place. Later that night he put me into a room and started sending gas into it. I began to feel drowsy and I couldn’t breath but no matter what I didn’t care because I was his slave and he was my master who I worshiped