femtorture/milking collab
work in progress
this is a story containg torture and is at points quite detailed if this is not your particular cup o tea turn away now
Remember: this is fantasy, not reality. And in fantasy, sexual torture is hot!
(yes i ripped that one from kkat)
Sales Slave number 6942 shivered. She once had a name, but that had all changed once she had been acquired by Saydko. She couldn't; remember how or why anymore, it had been so long. She shivered again, not from the cold of the resting room, but out of fear. She had been pulled from her normal shift at the Sewing and Tattoo machine station and brought here. While a rest was glad, especially away from the wickedly sharp needle there, and the acidic ink used in the tattooing part. It still hurt, her mummeries crying in pain, but it was fading. That terrified her more, as it only meant even more pain.
The door opened, and a male coyote entered. "Come on, 6942, time to work."
She quickly got to her feet. She had learned long ago not to disobey, or delay at any orders. Resistance got one sentenced to extra hard shifts, like that poor collie girl who had been sentenced to 6 hours at the microwave station. She had been reduced to almost insanity then. The worst part was that she was still in perfect physical condition, and it had only taken a day for her mind to return to full capacity. It might have returned sooner, but she was still used in her role. Even in severe agony and mental regress, they were still abused.
She followed behind the guide, as he lead her through the large store. Her eyes looked around, taking in the various scenes with a jaded eye. She winced in sympathy as they passed through the cooking section. There was one ursine, her swollen breasts locked in a clear see through pressure cooker. The steam was obscuring the vision, and her roars of pain as the steam heated her mummeries was of a tone that one could be considered sweet. Even screams of pain were controlled, with the Subdermal Oral Nanite Group, SONG for short controlling the vocal cords. They made it so one could scream for ages and not damage the vocal cords, and also as a bonus, the screams could be modified. With SONG< the ursine's roars of agony would have been deafening, but song reduced them to a mineable room volume, but the anguish was still there.
"and this is our new series of milking machines. As you can see, we have various models." The sales fur said, casting her hand in a wave motion, indicating the 5 strapped in ladies on the five machines.
"As you can see, each one is different, and works to gather the milk. "
All five were gagged, and strapped to the machines, looks of horror of 4 and a look of resignation on the last.
"Ahh, the first one. The Crusher 5000. "
the machine had transparent walls enclosing the breasts, and was essentially two compactors that held the breasts inside. She pressed a button, causing the walls to close smoothly in, and bound feline tearing up as the they walls started with a soft hum, and a grinding noise. The tigress struggled, her breasts bouncing in the slowly closing space, muffled cries were hear in the gag. Soon, all too soon for the jerking, crying feline, the four walls had enclosed the breasts, and continued to squeeze, as a change in pitch from the motor occurred, ripples from the breasts cancelling each other out as the four all continued to squeeze together as milk burst forth in a geyser, then slowed to a steady stream as she cried through the gag, her head and body shaking, the leather straps creaking as they held her tight, her eyes wide and full of pain.
Okay lets go on to the second milker the sales fur said motioning to the second machine with in its straps a struggling dragoness.
"This is the Roller 4500" she said while pressing the button causing the spiked rolling pin to start flattening the dragons nipples. Making milk start to drip out and the dragoness moan and scream into the gag she wore even before the machine really started to work. The gag was not a mere piece of cloth. Oh no, nothing as crude as that. It was a state of the art, nanite controlled penis gag. Right now it was simulating a feline member, a rather large one. Unlike the previous tigress, the dragoness has damaged a product she had been assigned to show off. Company guidelines were clear, and so an additional punishment had been added.
As the roller drew back the pained but muffles screams got louder and the dragoness struggle harder but to no avail as the tight straps would not let her pull away from the painful spikes of the machine. The spikes dug into the defenseless breast flesh, cuasing her eyes to widen in pain. The nanites inside caused the pain to be augmented, and be more painful. She would have howled, but that scary, barbed, and flared dildo in her mouth and throat effectively cut off all sound. The throat bulged and the vocal cords worked, but all that did was cause the tiny barbs to scrape the inside, and cause only a tiny whimper of pain escape that thick toy in her mouth.
please comment on the story me and my co writer(wants to be anonymous for the time being)
wil try to use your sugestions in following parts of the story.
on a side note i wish to thank kkatman because she is a inspiration to both me and may co-writer and we hope to become as evil as her once.