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Manipulated & Milked

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Dark Straw

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Dark Straw was more than comfortable in her position at the nightclub, though the blue, quadruped pony often drew eyes and attention with her dark colouration and stripes. Some thought she was a hybrid but, really, Dark Straw was just herself, mixing drinks and working the floor, more than happy to make sure everyone there was having a good time. The pounding beat of the music and reading pony lips had taken some time to get used to initially, as it was not somewhere she would have chosen to be otherwise - but when she set her mind to it, all came right.

"Hey! Hey, you!"

"Hm?"

She painted on her customer service grin, showing a flash of white teeth as a red thestral-like pony called her over. She peered at him, curious, waiting for him to give her his order while she took in his red hide, though he still seemed to have pony fur.

Huh. Odd. She'd always thought thestral ponies, with their bat wings, had leathery skin. So, she could still learn something about the ponies that visited the club in which she worked.

"Yeah?" She said when he merely gave her a grin, his grey mane falling over one eye. "What can I getcha?"

"Oh, I think I got a job for you."

She barely caught his words, the thestral raising his voice over the clamour. She rolled her eyes and puffed out her cheeks with air.

"Hey, bud, I'm already working," she shot back at him. "What do you think I need another job for, hm?"

She tried to act tough but, really, she was interested. And maybe that was where Ignatius saw her weakness, sliding a business card with his name and an address on it.

"Oh, nothing major," he said breezily, the music dropping a little as he took advantage of it. "Name's Ignatius. We're just running some experiments, nice and easy - but we need more mares for it. I think you'd be perfect! If interested, come to this address, tomorrow at two. No hard feelings, if you're not. We can talk more then."

And then the thestral was gone, leaving a confused Dark Straw at the bar, in the middle of mixing a drink for another client.

"What in Tartarus just happened there?"

But the pony could not deny that she could do with a few more coins in her pocket and her rent was going up soon too... She had to make ends meet, after all, despite still working at the nightclub, and an easy experiment... Could it really be all that hard to do?

So, that was how Dark Straw ended up at the laboratory, a little nervous with her hind hooves crossed, though it was in a busy part of town - just set under street level, in a kind of basement. It set the pony mare on edge just a little, however, and she raised her chin defiantly as Ignatius pushed a clipboard to her, across a small, metal desk.

"What is this place?" She demanded, eyeing him up and down. "And you said you want to experiment on me?"

"Of course," Ignatius said smoothly. "We can speak more freely now we're away from the club. You signed up to some medical trials a while back - it's all on the pony care system. Anyway, we were notified of your body's unique ability to produce milk even while you are not pregnant or nursing a foal. This is what we want to test, so perhaps we can help other mares who cannot produce milk - and more."

"Oh."

That sounded quite fair to her, though her large, full udders were not something Dark Straw often drew attention to. Of course, she got comments on them: stallions could be crude, after all, especially after they'd had a few drinks at the nightclub. It would be nice to help other mares, however, and she signed the forms, eyeing the number with a sharp eye and sense of keenness. It would surely pay off her loan and also set her up with a little savings.

Not bad at all.

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"Excellent," the thestral said as he swept the forms away with a wing. "Now, could you please get up on the examination table over there, on your back. I will be taking notes throughout our session as I examine your udders and teats first."

"Oh."

She squirmed but did as he asked, the larger examination table with hooks for her hooves, if they needed to be lifted, even if the pony felt exceedingly exposed there. She took a breath as the cool metal warmed to the touch of her body and Ignatius rejoined her, a hoof gloved neatly.

"Now, I'm going to touch you and manipulate your udders," he said, giving her a heads-up first. "Hopefully, this will not be too cold for you."

"Mmmph..." She shook her head, allowing him permission to touch her, even as she quivered. "I never called them udders, heh... Just crotch-boobs."

"Hah! Crotch-boobs!" He laughed, taking advantage of her distraction to press his hoof into her right udder, feeling and manipulating it, perhaps for any lumps or the like. "That's one I haven't heard for a long time. Indeed, yours are particularly plump... Ah, I see they lactate with very little stimulation, very good..."

He inspected her and Dark Straw flushed a little at being so exposed, though it was not really her fault that everything was all hanging out there and obvious, not really. His hoof moved over her crotch-boobs and teased the teats, perking up fully as if they expected to be used.

Milk trickled weakly from her teats and she turned her head away.

Just think of the money... She thought. And the mares you'll be helping.

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That was all she could do, even as he brought out a length of rope.

"Now, you see these rings up there, where the hoof rests are?" Ignatius said, waiting for her to nod. "Good. I'm going to lift your hooves so I can better manipulate your udders to gauge your milk flow."

Something twinged in the pit of her stomach, but Dark Straw let him do it, tying her hind legs up and lifting them, her tail hanging down and not covering all that much as even her pussy and tail hole were exposed. The pony took a deep breath, steadying herself - but that was enough time for him to rope her forehooves too and pull them back behind her head.

"Ah... Wait..." She paused, blinking. "What are you - hey!"

In a flash, the ropes were hooked up to what seemed to be a pulley system above her head, all four pulled up and together, even her hind hooves yanked back somewhere above her head. Dark Straw shouted, fear grabbing at her chest, but Ignatius moved quickly, wheeling the suddenly mobile examination table out from under her.

"Oof!"

The pulley system took her weight, straining her hind legs back the most as the round of her hind end was put on display, her tail dangling. Her crotch-boobs jiggled faintly, leaking tiny droplets of milk, though that could have just been from his earlier pressure and stimulation.

"Oh, didn't you hear me say this was the next part of the examination?" He said with a smile that didn't seem as gentle as before. "So sorry."

She tried to nod and quiet her rapidly beating heart, but something felt wrong - something really felt very wrong.

"Can you..." She asked softly, not daring to raise her voice. "I didn't come prepared..."

The ropes tugged over the fishnets she was wearing on her hooves but, well, she had been expecting to head to the nightclub for work after seeing him for the experiment: she wasn't going to give up her main job there, after all. She'd been dressed and groomed to impress and get all the tips she could, although...something told the mare she wasn't going to be getting to the club in good time that day.

"Okay, now we're going to test your sensitivity," he said, fetching a wheeled cart with several trays loaded on to it. "First, on the teats. Hold yourself steady, I'll need to make notes."

But Dark Straw hadn't seen the thestral making any notes at all and that stirred up her stomach more and more as something twisted inside there, nerves getting the better of her. She didn't want to think he was doing anything untoward but, as something small and metal clamped on to her right teat, she couldn't help but squeal.

"Agh! What's that?"

"Only a clamp," he said, smirking faintly. "Was it too hard? I'm so sorry."

But the thestral didn't seem sorry at all as he added another nipple clamp to her other teat, tightening it a little with a small screw on the side. They were connected by a chain that dropped down over her crotch-boobs, loose enough to jiggle against her sensitive flesh and even bounce over the top of her pussy. Her sex formed a teardrop shape with a large, fat clit at the side closest to her udders. Even then, her body responded to his touch and the mare blushed heavily, heat rising to her cheeks and across her muzzle.

"Ugh... It's...very tight...very sensitive."

"Good, good..."

She hadn't seen him make any notes yet. Her heart rate sped up.

"Uh... Ignatius..."

The thestral ignored her, tugging on the nipple clamps as she twisted and swallowed a squeal.

"Ah! What are you doing?"

Yet the thestral seemed to have her right where he wanted her and she struggled, twisting back and forth, even if that only made the clamps bounce on her teats, overly sensitive and trying to leak milk. Dark Straw gasped and threw him a look, but any words she was going to say died on her lips as he tugged the chain between the clamps up and up and up - until he neatly hooked it on to another attachment on the pulley system. It kept her crotch-boobs trembling and raised, the pressure immense on such sensitive flesh. The slightest movement sent ripples of sensation through her, even the throbbing nub of her clit pushing out of her sex, trying to make itself known.

"Perhaps you are enjoying this experiment more than you realised, Dark Straw," Ignatius breathed, though his voice sounded different again. "Perhaps this is all what you wanted all along."

"No... I... You didn't tell me you were going to tie me up!"

She growled and grunted, squirming and twisting, snapping at the ropes with her teeth as if that was going to be enough to get herself free again. Her blunt, pony teeth, however, grazed one of the ropes, even as the clamps yanked at her teats - and she was forced to let go again with a ragged squeal, flanks heaving as she struggled to recover herself.

"I'm not going to let you do anymore to be," she said, sounding bolder than she honestly felt inside. "Let me down, I'm not doing any of this - I'm not doing anything at all more for you!"

"Oh, but that's where you don't have a choice in the matter, Dark Straw," he said softly. "For no one knows you're here. But I have to see how much milk you produce, you see... I have to see just how easily you can be milked."

"What? What in hay are you on about?"

The pony grunted and squirmed, ignoring the pull on her udders, simply fighting as she grunted and huffed.

"Stop that! You're ruining my experiment!"

Ignatius snapped at her, withdrawing a large, purple feather that he brandished at her as fi it was a weapon.

"If you don't stop squirming, I'll have to progress more quickly," he said, his voice taking on a dark, silken tone, eyes subtly narrowed. "And you won't like that, pony, no. You won't like that at all."

"I'm not doing anything willingly for you!" She scoffed, straining again, swinging back and forth as she jostled the ropes. "Go to Tartarus!"

The thestral stomped a hoof and lunged in, but there was no rough touch, no strike at all. Dark Straw braced herself for an impact that never came, but a light touch that danced over her raised hind hooves, prickling and tingling back and forth.

"Agh! What are you - ah! Hahaha!"

She twisted, trying not to laugh, her sides trembling with the strain it took to keep her false mirth in. The feather! He wielded it with shocking precision, flicking it back and forth and up and down, teasing her hooves - which she had never even known were all that sensitive! The light indent of the frog in the centre took the brunt of his attention and she gasped and heaved, stomach lurching, unable to fight when he was assaulting her hooves with such fluttering, ticklish attention.

"There now," he murmured, but seemed distracted by what he was doing too. "That's better. Isn't that better, Dark Straw? You only needed to listen and do as I told you."

She grunted and gasped, a burst of fake laughter leaping from her lips. However could it be real when she was being tickled and forced to have a reaction against her will? Maybe he saw it differently, however, as the thestral grinned and flashed her his white teeth, eyes brighter, fixed on her and her alone.

Anger churned within her, fear seeping below it all. What the hay was she supposed to do with the crazy pony? She twisted and bucked her hips, but Ignatius merely responded that time by tightening the chain holding up her crotch-boobs by the nipple clamps, drawing them up even higher and restricting her motion. If she twisted and jumped too much, even while she was reacting to the feather, she would tug and yank painfully at them. And that was very much something the mare wanted to avoid...

"Agh! No - please stop! Stop now - I'll do anything else you want, let you milk me! Agh! Don't do this, Ignatius!"

Finally, she realised she had made a big error, a part of the pony still wanting to believe, right up to that very point, that it was all an innocent mistake, that she had merely not been fully aware of what he had wanted from her. He frowned at her, tail twitching in obvious, open annoyance, and tickled down her legs, teasing the sensitive flesh and the insides of her hind legs too where the skin was thinner and her coat more delicate.

"Agh! No!"

She snapped and laughed, heat flush across her cheeks, not knowing what else to do. Yet she couldn't twitch away from the ticklish faux delights of the feather, not as he paused to take care of her fishnets.

"These are getting in the way..."

He caught them in his teeth, seemingly unbothered by being so close to her, and tore down, ripping them off every leg as she heaved and tried to gather her breath and energy once more. She'd need it if she was to find a way out of there, though her heart beat in a manic drum, in the back of her mind, reminding her of her predicament. All the while, she swung gently back and forth, bounced and jostled more if she tried to move.

Nothing she did went outside his notice, however, and Ignatius jostled the cart, drawing her attention down to it. With some big cups on it and sex toys and even more clamps, the pony sucked in a short, sharp breath.

She'd really got herself in over her head and, really, Dark Straw was sure there was no experiment there at all. What even had she signed? He had her right where he wanted and needed her and she gasped, parting her lips to tell him exactly what she thought of him, right at the moment he shoved a bright red ball gag between her lips.

"Mmmph! Mm-hm-mmmph!"

She dug her teeth into it, trying to get it out of her mouth with a thrust of her tongue, but Ignatius was too quick for her, strapping the leather behind her head and securing it. Never had she felt as bare and as exposed as she did right then, the only attire she was wearing being that of the ropes, though they covered very little of her. Even the fishnets had felt like they, at the very least, covered something of her body, although they had still, of course, had all those holes in them, allowing everything to show anyway. And her sex had been exposed.

"Now... You'll be quiet." He grunted, a hard line running down his jaw. "Because you have no choice in the matter. You're mine."

Dark Straw trembled, eyes narrowing with fury. And yet what could she do? She couldn't even talk, not with the gag shoved between her teeth, practically wedged into the back of her mouth! He had her perfectly, no one even knowing she was there, and she whimpered against the gag, trying to plead, desperation kicking in.

"Now... Let's see how far you can really be taken, little mare."

He smirked cruelly, taking the chain attached to the clamps and her crotch-boobs and tugging it higher, little by little.

"Mmph! Nnngghhhh..."

She tried to cry out, she really did, one of her hind legs even jigging as if she was going to kick him. But the chain on the clamps merely rattled and a shot of strained pain, laced with odd pleasure, jerked through her, her udders feeling more sensitive than ever.

Dark Straw wanted to beg him not to put her through anymore, not to tug her teats up even higher than they were already. Yet a dark look layered his expression, a perpetual, almost deranged grin tugging at her lips.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Oh, mares, I'm really in trouble here.

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And that was an understatement. He tugged and played with the chain as if he really was testing her sensitivity, though Dark Straw understood, horrifically, that she had merely become a toy to be used and tossed about between his hooves.

I was so stupid...

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Yet the pony was not to blame, not really, for she was not the one who had captured herself for abuse, her flanks shuddering and falling too quickly as he stimulated her teats. Still, she held herself fast, clenching the muscles in her pelvic region. It would, at the very least, make her milk a lot more difficult to take from her, not even leaking anymore, and, perhaps, make him bored with her. If the thestral couldn't get what he wanted from her, well...maybe that was the best she could hope for at that time.

A slim chance was better than no chance at all, at least in her eyes.

Yet she seemed to be having an effect on Ignatius regardless of how she was the one being bound and teased, the pony drawing out a small machine that seemed to have two dildos attached to it, on mechanical arms. It was like nothing Dark Straw had ever seen before, but that day was an eye opener at the very least, her flanks shuddering with heaving snatches of breath, her nostrils flared.

"Mmph... Nngghhh..."

She pleaded against the ball gag, tonguing it - though everything she tried was futile. The most she could do was drool around it, her saliva dripping down into the thicker fluff of her chest. It made a mess of her and she groaned as he toyed with her crotch-boobs, letting them down by the chain again as he poked them.

"Hm... No milk now, interesting..." The thestral shot Dark Straw a look as if he knew she was holding something back from him. "I'll have to ramp up my efforts to milk you, in that case. A little stimulation will do..."

She twisted and panted, though was mostly glad the chain had been let down, even if the clamps had been tightened further on her teats. Oh, everything just felt so sensitive already; how on earth was she meant to bear through any of it?

And yet that machine turned her stomach as he pressed a button on it, one arm whirring as the dildo on the end of it trembled, jerking back and forth a few inches.

"Mmm, yes. This will be a start."

She didn't have to ask what he meant as she bucked her hips and twisted, trying to get the dildo away from her sex - but it dropped lower, aiming for the tight pucker of her pony doughnut instead! Dark Straw dug her teeth as viciously into the gag as she possibly could, but it was all no use, no use at all, not as the toy pressed into her backdoor entrance, straining it wide.

"Mmmph!"

She groaned as it drove deep, the thestral setting it at just the right height so it would pound into her ruthlessly, working back and forth without tugging down at her body at all or pressing up too high. It wasn't helped all that much by her swinging back and forth, of course, but some things had to be dealt with, her body still aching from all the laughter she'd had to hold in while he had been tickling her.

Who could have known a pony, or even a thestral, could be that devious? Moisture built in the corners of her eyes as something warm swept her body, but she refused to acknowledge it, no, not as it tickled and prickled deeper and deeper within her. She had to hold off, not to let him see just how much he was affecting her, even as the stallion turned side-on to show off his suitably sizeable, throbbing shaft. The length of meat flexed easily up against his stomach as he showed her what may well have been waiting for her, Dark Straw's heart pounding too hard.

"Mmmph-nnngghhh..."

She tried to shake her head, her mane clinging damply to her neck as she sweated lightly, the stimulation getting to her.

"Let's go for one more, shall we?" He taunted. "One more toy..."

He adjusted the machine, scaling in another dildo on a mechanical arm - but that one was bigger, driving smoothly into her sex and spreading her soft, plump folds wide around the length of the faux shaft. He hooked up the nipple clamps again, tightening their grip on her teats, and Dark Straw shuddered, a strange ripple going through her as her body clamped down around the toys.

It felt good... But it really shouldn't have! It was everything she hated, heaving and grunting and panting, her nostrils straining to take in deep, heady breaths, dizzy with confused arousal. Her nipples strained, though she tried not to let her body release its milk, clenching those muscles as hard as she could. Yet that only had the added effect of her squeezing around both toys rammed into her body as if she even wanted them there, making everything all the more difficult than it needed to be.

Her body trembled, closer and closer to orgasm, even though the pony fought against it every step of the way - and wanted it too. However could those two things exist at the same time? It didn't make sense to her, not at all, not as she wrenched and twisted her head back and forth, heaving and grunting, her body aching with overstimulation.

Ignatius only smirked, rearing up and over her a little, just to slide and grind his cock between her crotch-boobs. He just about managed to tuck the soft flare at the tip under the chain, so he wasn't pushing against it, though something told the mare he wouldn't have stopped anyway if he had caught it and hurt her.

That was what he was trying to do, striving to overstimulate her, to force her to produce more and more milk - for him. The toys ruthlessly worked their way in and out of her body, leaving her teetering there at the edge of orgasm while he slid his cock back and forth, enjoying pleasing himself with her body, even if Dark Straw very much had not consented to any of that.

"Mmmm... You are very lovely...when you're quiet."

He studied her, prodding her udders, working his hoof over them as he slipped back and off her, though his cock remained out, hard and obviously throbbing with desire.

"Hm... I think you're ready. But a milking machine will do a nice job of taking your milk from you - and forcing you to lactate. I don't need to wait for your permission, Dark Straw."

Ignatius laughed as she let out a squeal, though she was still on the edge of orgasm and didn't know what to do with herself, quivering there as her need ramped up more and more. All the pony wanted was to be freed - and yet she needed climaxed too, that tentative, quivering strain aching deeply through her, as if it was affecting every single nerve ending in her entire body and then some.

Still, she could only lean back on the one thing she had going for her, which was jerking and twisting away from him, though he let her crotch-boobs down from the chain again and unclamped it. The rush of blood shooting back into her teats brought with it a spike of pain and she gasped around the gag, losing her sense of time and place for a few moments, her need high.

She glared at him but the thestral was undeterred, his cock hanging down low as he drooled pre-cum and collected more ropes still from that devious little cart, intent only on taking everything from the pony he could. His shaft flexed and bobbed up against his underbelly, but Ignatius didn't seem all that concerned about it, not as he licked his lips and grabbed the cups, which were attached to two long tubes.

Ah. The milking machine. She grunted and twisted, but the toys kept coming, pushing her more, heaving and panting around the gag.

"Mmmph!"

She needed it... Needed something? Dark Straw's vision grew hazy as the pony waited, a malicious grin on his lips.

"Ah... You'll have to give in first," he whispered. "I know you can scream for me, around that ball gag. So, you need to want to be milked. I know you're holding out on me."

What? No! The pressure and urge to orgasm mounted and Dark Straw's breath caught and hitched in her throat. No, no, no, he couldn't know!

But he did, somehow, smirking at her while the two toys mechanically pounded her, dragging against her pussy and tail hole with every stroke. When they trembled, vibrations rolling through them, Dark Straw squealed around the gag and tried to kick out, though that only made her predicament worse still. Her teats still tingled from the blood rushing back into them and the hot flush of blood returning had merely made everything feel so much more sensitive than before, her tail swishing back and forth with a mind of its own.

"Mmmm! Nnn-nnnggghhh!"

She groaned, trying to hold back, though the pony could not tell just how much time had passed. It could have been minutes, or it could have been hours, sweat darkening her hide and even dampening the thicker fluff of fur across her chest, stretching to the point between her forelegs.

"Give in, Dark Straw," he whispered, as if hypnotised by her struggles, her fight to orgasm when nothing was in her control. "You know you want it... And I'll only let you orgasm when you beg for it. Show me you want this, that you want me to milk you."

The toys softened their vibrations, edging her at just the point where she thought she was going to be able to reach climax, huffing and grunting, ears flicking back and forth. Every time she thought she was getting closer, that her clit was being stimulated so much that she had to get off, the toys slowed down, controlled by the thestral who played her body like an instrument.

Finally, she lowered her head, whimpering softly, her chin dipping all the way down to her chest, despite the strain it put on her neck.

You win... Please...

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"Nnnngghhhhh... Mmmmmmmm..."

She closed her eyes, stilling, shuddering in place. There was nothing she could do, opening her eyes again to plead with him and rocking her hips forward towards him. Of course, the gag stopped her from openly begging for it, so the desperate mare, horrified by what she was being forced to do even in that moment, had to put her body to work to make it clear what she wanted.

The milking cups... It would not hurt, of course, to have her milk taken from her. It would just be humiliating. But it would all be worth it to have that Celestia damned pressure off her pussy and tail hole! If she just got one orgasm, she'd be able to think clearly again, Dark Straw was sure.

"Ah, that's what I was waiting for."

The ropes slunk around her crotch-boobs and she dimly didn't know whether that was a punishment or a reward, tightening around them so the pressure in her udders strained viciously. Her flesh ached for release and the fullness burned through her, the pony wriggling and squirming, grunting as she fought for release still. Wasn't Ignatius going to give it to her? Wasn't he going to give her the climax she wanted?

Alas, Dark Straw did not know the machine was programmed to control her orgasm, not allowing her to get off. Only Ignatius would allow her to get off - once he discovered, of course, that it was one way in which he could milk her udders even more, producing more milk than even he could have anticipated.

The toys pounded her and the pony took a spanking paddle in hoof, bringing it to her rump with a whistle of passing air and a sharp smack.

SLAP!

"Agh!"

She groaned around the gag, but it came again and again, forcing her to twitch and jump, her crotch-boobs jostling within her bondage. Just what was he doing to her? It burned, searing through her back end with every strike from the spanking paddle, yet the rain of blows came too swiftly for her to count them, or even attempt to evade them. There was nowhere for her to go, even as her pussy leaked around the dildo slamming into her, her body primed for orgasm, wanting everything, heaving and grunting and panting like her life depended on it.

The ropes, however, stopped her milk from leaking out of her teats even as she relaxed, needing that fullness to be relieved one way or the other. So it was that the pony was struck by another conundrum, twisting and rocking, eyes wide open and strained.

The milking cups! Hadn't she already begged him for them? But he was just punishing her, showing Dark Straw exactly what happened to the naughty mares that defied him as his cock throbbed.

Ignatius grinned, enjoying her struggles, the ropes tight where they neatly stopped her milk from draining.

"Mmmm... I can't resist you."

And then the milking cups went into place, though the mare was still acutely aware she had not climaxed yet. Her mind jumped from one thing to another, not knowing where to linger, needing the pressure of the milk in her crotch-boobs to be relieved - and needing orgasm simultaneously.

He had her, in the cup of his hoof, snipping the ropes neatly that bound her udders as she screamed and the milking machine whirred into action. It sucked and pulled at her udders as the frantic pace of the sex machine eased off, stopping her from climaxing, a stream of milk finally slipping into the tubes.

Oh, and the relief was worth it, so very much so, the mare's eyelids fluttering, even though she could not relax. She was ever aware of her captor staring her down, watching her hungrily, the milk draining from her crotch-boobs more and more with every pump and thrust. The cups sucked her flesh up into them, lightly coming down around her teats, though it was a tighter fit than she would have liked, forcing them to swell into the space offered.

"Mmmmph! Nnngghhhh-nnnfff!"

She tried to make her feelings known, but, well...there was nothing to be done. Not even as an excessive stream of milk flowed down the tubes and the stallion stroked his cock under his belly, licking his lips.

"So much milk..."

Even Ignatius was impressed, though he didn't want her milk to be wasted, not as the creamy substance flowed from her. Such a body deserved to be revered and he wanted to worship it, claiming and taking it for his own, only his own.

He tapped the sex machine, removing only the dildo in her pussy while he slid a blindfold over her eyes. The mare would know it was him, however, as the machine pumped and sucked her milk from her, tit-flesh straining up into the cups. He mounted her crudely, slamming his cock straight into her pussy and driving deep with a lewd, wet slop.

"Aaaaahhhhh!"

She squealed around the gag, but she couldn't stop, not as she was bound and teased mercilessly. There were too many sensations all at once, from that accursed feather on her hooves all over again (she'd thought Ignatius was over that!) to him pressing her crotch-boobs while she was being milked, adding more pressure that had her squirming and trying to buck against him.

His cock, traitorous as it was, just felt too good inside her, wanting it, that orgasm, that sweet release. His shaft ploughed her deep and, finally, she was hurled over the edge, squealing and whinnying around the gag as her pussy clenched on to his cock and acted like she was trying to milk him of his seed too. The stallion grunted above her, though kept on fucking her, his eyes avidly fixed on the milk streaming down the tubes, how the container was almost full.

Ah, but he couldn't let that go to waste, for it would spill over if he allowed it. He groaned, not wanting to pull out, but he would still get his fetish met as he dismounted, cock glistening with her arousal while he set the dildo back into her pussy and turned the machine to give her as many orgasms as it could.

Dark Straw didn't know much of the world around her, pleasure rolling through her, the strain of one orgasm following the next almost too much for her to bear. She didn't know that she produced more milk with every climax, the stallion trying to swap that container out for another without spilling a drop of her milk, but he just wanted to make all the use of her he could. Even her anal ring clenched viciously around the toy there, trying to pull it deeper, yet the pony was merely a toy, just like the machines.

Maybe she'd have to accept that was her fate, leaning into the sensation of her milk being drawn from her, nostrils flared - yet never quite getting enough air into her lungs.

The stallion unhooked the milking machines and she gasped at the loss of them, though his lips and teeth on her teats took over, nipping and biting, sucking her milk direct from the source. She moaned lewdly around the gag, ears splaying, needing it more, yes, so much more. Even if Dark Straw did not understand the lewd desires rolling through her as he drained every remaining drop of milk from her with his mouth alone, the pony could not deny they were there.

Finally, with his cock slipping from her and her teats raw from being bitten, she was let down, though Dark Straw was not unbound, not yet. The clamps snapped back on, startling a muffled cry from her, though they stopped milk from leaking out too, where she might have still been wetly dribbling. She didn't know whether or not to care. The thestral dragged her, exhausted, to a metal cage and slid her inside.

"There..." He said, locking the door after her. "I'll untie you in a bit, when you're ready for the next round of milking. I have plenty more to extract from you, my mare. My little milky mare..."

Dark Straw sobbed, eyes closed, the gag still in her mouth. But her mind could not even take her away, even as her udders naturally refilled themselves, her body working overtime to replace what was lost.

What she needed was something she could have given herself... But there she was, manipulated and milked, trapped within Ignatius' underground laboratory.

And there was no one to save her. Not even from herself.