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Briar couldn't help a bleat of excitement as she considered her current situation. The pull of leather at her wrists, waists, and ankles was a constant reminder of what delights this night promised. All else was naked, nothing to get in the way of events to come. She had been waiting as patiently as she was able since Milan had strapped her in to the St. Andrew's Cross, her excitement growing as she heard shuffling and clanging from the next room.

At long last, the door opened. In came Milan, dressed only in a tight leather corset that thrust her breasts out seemingly further than they normally went. A mischievous grin spread plainly upon her Sciurid features, she spared a glance for her huge-titted victim. Before her she pushed a metal cart loaded with the tools she would use on Briar for her special session. The wheels of the cart clattered against the dungeon's cobblestone floor, letting the tools shudder as she went. The rattle was music to Briar's ears.

Without a word, Milan put on a pair of long, leather, fingerless gloves, lacing them up with deliberate slowness as Briar's eyes roved over her body. The goat-girl's excitement was obvious, both from the look on the face and the perkiness of her pendulous breasts. A gasp escaped her lips as Milan's slow, squirrely hands closed around a long metal-and-glass syringe. Milan resisted a giggle of sadistic delight as she saw Briar's pupils shrink at the sight of the oversized instrument. She could easily have filled the syringe before coming in, but doing it in full view of the victim was always much more satisfying. Hearing her breath quickening was encouragement enough to slowly fill the clear-glass chamber with a massive dose of saline. Now full and bubble-free, Milan hefted the syringe in one hand and took up a voice recorder in the other.

"Subject has been restrained," she stated professionally, "Beginning primary treatment."

Milan's gloved hand slipped gently under Briar's huge teat, lifting the breast away from her waist and pulling it out toward her. The long needle slid easily into one of Briar's milk-ducts, causing the goat-girl to shriek as the cold metal entered her sensitive breast. The sharp coldness was quickly replaced by warmth as the plunger was depressed, sending saline and a little more into her finger-length teat and further into the tissue of her breast. Then, swiftly and suddenly, Milan extracted the needle and moved on to another duct. Again and again Briar's breast was injected, swelling it to a painfully overfull state.

Finished with her task, Milan stepped away from Briar's now-swollen tits, marveling inwardly that such huge things could be so perky now that they were filled, and selected a smooth metal rod from her tray.

"Injections concluded, subject should swell further from the pyrogens introduced with saline injections. Primary treatment, phase two, is commencing."

Milan spun on her heel, sending the rod slamming across Briar's left breast. A sharp cry became a groan, and then a moan of delight as her huge caprine teat leaked fluid as surely as her eyes did. This was bliss, this was agony, this was... perfect.

A backhand follow-up stroke, delivered double-handed bashed into the right just as Briar thought she had recovered, a wave of blunt pain and burning flesh jolting her up against her bonds as she cried out. For a while after, all she could manage was breathing as steady as she could muster. But just before she was ready, the next impact sent her eyes wide with shock and delight. An underhand swing had lifted the tight flesh of her massive funbag high with it, like slapping a beach-ball into the air. For a split-second her pain-addled mind considered that it might go as far as to hit her in the face, but in the end it was simply too tight and heavy. This time she couldn't help but mingle chuckles in with her sobs and gasps as the absurd thought replayed again and again in her mind.

The persistent thought was banished as Milan jammed the baton point-first into Briar's hand-length teat. By now, the pyrogens and the abuse had set very nerve tingling; this impact served not only to show her the delicious pain, but to drive the breath from her lungs. With a labored gasp she hung her head, dizzy from the conflicting sensations she craved. As before, just as she felt she was recovered, Milan repeated the impact upon her other breast, sending Briar back into the sinking spiral of delight and torment.

Experience had taught Milan that nothing could ruin a good torture session like boredom... which of course translated into the victim getting used to the treatment. She paid very close attention to the gasps and cries escaping her 'sacrificial goat' and decided, after a few more well placed strikes to those overripe melons, that it was time to move on. Gleefully she set down the rod and cleaned the dribbling fluid from the injection sites with a harsh, rough towel. This done, she picked up her recorder once again.

"Subject responding positively to injections and kinetic treatments. Primary procedure concludes." She stated, unable to keep her perverse smile out of her voice, "Secondary treatment begins."

Briar's head rose as her ears picked up Milan's words. She focused on the squirrel MILF just in time to see her with a wicked grin on her face and a long skewer held daintily between her fingers. Gleaming in the dim lights of the dungeon, it was a shining example of fine stainless steel, polished to a mirror-shine. Briar twitched and pulled at her fetters, knowing in her heart what was going to happen next. Anticipation, after all, was half the torment.

That thought soon left her head behind as the skewer lanced into the meat of her right breast. White-hot agony grew within as she drew sharply a breath to scream with. The steel tip emerged effortlessly from the other side, clean and shining from its flawless passing. Her scream of passionate release only served to shift the huge needle that now impaled her, sending another jolt up her spine.

The next skewer followed in at a different angle, at a different spot. With so much volume to play with, Milan wondered if it even mattered exactly where they were placed. Of course, having professional pride to consider, she still placed them so that they would pierce into the lobes of the goat's huge swollen udder of a tit. With a sudden inspiration, for the third skewer she grabbed the hand-length teat hanging before her, pulling and crushing it in her hand, stretching the already turgid flesh before plunging the tip into sensitive flesh. A new scream of delight told Milan that this was definitely a thing to do.

A twist of the nipple saw the fourth skewer penetrate, followed soon by the fifth. Howling in uncontrolled wonder and agony, Briar was quickly growing hoarse from her extreme treatment. Glancing through tears that streamed freely down her face, she saw her enormous, beautiful tit looking more akin to a pincushion than a mammary. Somehow, to her, this made it even more beautiful. Focusing further out, she saw Milan readying yet another.

The squirrel let go of the tortured tit as she slid the sixth into her victim's flesh, letting the release of pressure and pull reassert the penetrations done already. As the sixth tip emerged on the opposite side, she noticed that little spots of blood were pooling around the tapered points of the skewers. Here she paused, gathering up her rough sackcloth towel and harshly wiping away the crimson pools. Seeing how Briar's long gasps, an effort to control the pain, had become quick, rasping breaths, Milan surmised that she could not do much more without overloading things.

...Two more, she thought sinisterly.

A renewed howl, ragged and worn from so much effort, ripped from Briar's throat as a seventh skewer drove into her abused boob. Renewed sensation flooded through her as her breast became even heavier. But things weren't over just yet. Briar felt warmth across her tortured skin as Milan slipped a hand onto her, lacing bare fingers between the jutting ends of the needles. Milan pulled hard as she dared upon the protruding points, using them as leverage to deliver a new wave of painful pleasure to her exquisitely responsive prey.

For the first time, Milan looked down between the goat's legs. In addition to an insanely oversized, and totally natural, rack, Briar also had some of the longest labia Milan had ever seen. The result of stretching, they hung nearly to the ground even despite the cold of the dungeon. On the ends were hooked small handles to aid in the stretching. Her pink woman-curtains glistened with fluid, laying plain the notion of her sexual arousal at the torturous abuse she had received. Milan mused that it would likely not take much more for her to reach full climax... a massive outburst of eroticism and masochism. Always eager to please, Milan decided to make it happen.

One hand continued to work at the horribly pierced breast, switching the hold every little while to avoid becoming repetitive, and the other stroked firmly at the excessively long labia. Short gasps came even quicker at this dualistic attention, the line between pleasure and pain becoming ever more blurred as the dexterous squirrel hands worked her tender, tortured body. Time was meaningless in the face of such treatment, only the savage, primal enjoyment of sensation remained.

Milan knew her victim was on the edge of climax. Her hands worked as roughly as she dared, fueled by her own unadmitted arousal. One last thing remained to top all this off... the eighth skewer. A flash of silver, brown fur, and dark leather sent Briar into a final, howling climax as the final length of metal pierced through her flesh.

Later, cleaned, patched up, and redressed, Briar stepped out from Milan's foyer. The squirrel followed close behind the departing goat, projecting her normal demeanor of a happy and contented middle-aged mother. She waved her guest away.

"Same time next month?"