Milking Solutions Pt 03

The slave sat on the couch, his arms pinned behind his back with a leather armbinder. A leather hood covered his face tightly, contouring his features bluntly. The area where his mouth was puffed in and out frantically. His ankles, restrained by thick leather cuffs, were parted by a titanium spreader bar, leaving his nether regions completely exposed. His cock, a tall, red abomination, stood up with a saliva-slick, purple head. Charlotte curled up next to him, gently caressing it with all five fingers, digging her fingertips into the underside of his head with each stroke.

Olivia plopped down on his other side. As she watched The Bachelorette, she idly fondled the slave's engorged testicles with an unconscious expertise that spoke to her years of experience as a professional man-milker. The excessive bondage, of course, was also her touch. She liked having men restrained, placing them under her overwhelming control. It made her so wet, watching strong men struggle against a simple arrangement of leather and steel--sometimes pantyhose, when she was feeling particularly playful--as if they were flies caught in her web.

They were instructed to take their slave to the milking facility in Texas as soon as possible. Amanda Williams was a strict, dominating personality, but she always made concessions for her retinue of personal dominatrixes to 'have a little fun' with the subjects before sending them off. It was an on-the-job benefit, you could say. Olivia loved to toy with her subjects. Only minutes ago, the man formerly known as David Adams--CEO of the Unitech Corporation--was in his hotel room, completely oblivious to the fate that was in store for him.

He heard a knock on the door. He cracked it open a sliver, the safety chain reaching its threshold. Two tall, busty women in skintight blue catsuits and ankle-high white leather boots stood in the otherwise empty hallway. His eyes widened. He had never seen women as tall as they were--they must have been seven or eight feet tall--but they were evenly proportioned to boot. He couldn't help but notice their impossibly wide hips and the enormity of their breasts, which--had it not been for their specially form-fitting clothes--would have flooded out in a great wave of titflesh.

He glanced from one to the other suspiciously. One of them was a stunningly attractive redhead with a sharp, angular face, her smooth hair done up in a ponytail. The other was a brunette with a bonier, but nonetheless gorgeous face that seemed rather weathered. Contrasted with their soft, inhumanly voluptuous bodies and their luscious curves, they seemed scientifically engineered to be as sexually attractive as possible. They were.

Despite the situation, David couldn't help but feel his cock stiffen. Looking at the brunette, he couldn't help but wonder the things they could do to him. Of course, that was only a passing fancy. He was rather terrified of them.

"David Adams?" The brunette said in a voice as sweet as honey. She motioned to her redhead partner, who smiled at him lovingly. "I'm Agent Charlotte, and this is my partner, Agent Olivia. We've been assigned as your new caretakers."

"Caretakers?" David said, alarm bells going off in his head. Despite the seeming formality of the situation, he couldn't help but feel that something was wrong. Very, very wrong. "No one told me anything about that."

"Amanda Williams decided to postpone your meeting with her, and she was worried you would be upset. She sent us to help... remediate the situation, at least until she can fit you into her schedule."

"I flew all the way to Houston so she could stand me up?" David said, annoyed. "This meeting involves the entire company!"

Damn it, David thought. Hours ago, Amanda had called him on the phone to arrange the meeting, talking about how she wanted to buy the entirety of the Unitech Corporation. She had arranged for him to be flown in on a first-class seat onboard an empty plane. Given the severity of the situation, he couldn't help but find it strange that she would cancel on him now.

"Why would she do something like that?" David said. "It doesn't make sense."

"Maybe you could let us explain things for you, David," Charlotte said. "May we come in?"

"Yeah, sorry."

David closed the door, unlatched the safety chain, and opened the door hastily. They'd probably make him sign a few forms, read over a pile of legal documents. It was going to be a long night.

Charlotte and Olivia ducked their heads as they entered his hotel suite, and David couldn't help but stumble back as they filled up the entirety of the corridor, like a wall of sexual attraction. Charlotte walked towards him, pushing him farther and farther back until he tripped and landed sitting down on the edge of a king-sized bed. "Oh!" he said, and moved to get up, but then Charlotte was leaning over him, hands pressed against each side of the bed. Her giant breasts dangled beneath her, blocking off his view of the rest of the room. She smiled at him sweetly. "Hi," she said.

David craned his neck over her shoulder just in time to see Olivia closing the door and locking it, safety chain and all. "Um, excuse me?" he said. "Where's the paperwork? If Amanda canceled the meeting, then I need to have all the legal documents in order to..."

Charlotte began to play with the neckline of his shirt, tracing his throat with one finger. "Don't you worry about that, baby. Leave those big thoughts for your mommies to think about. Big boys like you just need to be good for them. Now are you going to be good for me?"

"Hold on just one second..." David said, frowning. "What the hell is this?"

Charlotte turned around and fixed Olivia with a glare, seemingly impatient. Olivia was standing over his desk, unlatching a briefcase of her own. David tried to stand up, but just before he could get to his feet Charlotte turned around and fixed him with a kiss, wrapping her arms over him and interlacing her fingers. "Mmm!" David screamed, but it was no use. Charlotte brought him onto the bed in a bear embrace, pinning his back against the plush mattress as she stuck her tongue inside his mouth. It honestly felt like she was going to suck his face off, she was kissing so hard.

He gasped for air, but each time he tried to move his head away Charlotte would pinch his chin between two fingers and guide him back to her lips. "Good boy, good boy," she cooed, between kisses. With the added weight of her breasts on his body, David could do little more than twitch under her enormous proportions. He wriggled and fidgeted under her wildly, but he could only muster enough strength to curl his toes a little. To his alarm, his cock was stone-hard, and he was getting impossibly aroused despite himself. With Charlotte's weight shifting atop his, he let out a tiny moan, which only seemed to excite Charlotte further.

While Olivia pulled something long and blue, attached with a lot of straps, out of the briefcase, Charlotte kept David distracted by biting his lower lip. He grunted in a mixture of pleasure and surprise. Then her kisses moved down to his throat, forcing David to tilt his head as far back as he could while Charlotte suckled and nursed at the vulnerable area beneath his chin. "Please--please--" he panted, although what he was asking for was anyone's guess.

David strained to see what Olivia was doing. She had opened a metal jar of cream and was smearing it liberally on what he now saw was a blue strap-on, and a shock of fear ran through him. He stiffened, beginning to panic. "Wait a minute," he said. "Hold on, hold on, hold on!"

"Good boys don't resist," Charlotte said, forcing him back down. "Good boys take what their mommies give them. Good boys cum when they are told to. Good boys like to get milked. Good boys do what their mommies tell them to do."

"No--nnnnhh!" David squealed, as Charlotte bit down on the sensitive skin on his throat. "Please!"

Charlotte sat up in a kneeling position, grabbed David's shoulders, and spun him around. She forced him back against the mattress, holding his hands behind his back painfully. "Armbinder. Now!" Charlotte said.

Olivia shucked out what appeared to be a large flap of leather, crisscrossed in some areas with shoestrings. As Charlotte held David in place, Olivia folded the armbinder around David's arms and tightened the strings until the upper half of his body was firmly immobilized.

This was always Charlotte's favorite part of the job. The part where her milking cows finally realized where they were: in the hands of two ruthless, diabolically sadistic and sexually brilliant sex-goddesses. They were tied up, and they were at her mercy.

Leisurely, Charlotte grinned as she tugged the strap-on in place, watching as David tried in vain to crawl away from her with only his legs.

"Aww, look at him try to run!" Olivia cooed. Charlotte grabbed David by the arms and wrenched him back in place, causing him to moan in terror.

"I know, it's pathetic!" Charlotte said lovingly. She ran her fingers along the drugged strap-on: aphrodasiac cream that could reduce any man, no matter how strong-willed, into a hot, whimpering mess in minutes. Pegging, of course, was the best way to administer it. "Such a good boy for us," Charlotte said, stroking David's bare ass.

"You won't break me," David grunted.

"Relax. That's for us to decide, baby," Charlotte said, and slipped her strap-on into his ass. David pitched his head back and howled. "OoooOOooOOOhhh!" he screamed, his legs digging at the mattress uselessly. She jutted her hips against his ass again and again, ramming the drugged strap-on against his prostate. A long, silvery rope of precum squirted out of his cock. David grunted like an animal in a cage as the buxom, big-breasted beauty violated his ass.

David's breathing began to grow shallow, his cock bucking and twitching involuntarily. The drugs were taking effect. Charlotte threw her head over her shoulder. "Olivia, would you be so kind as to bring me a leash? I think my new slave would look positively adorable with one."

"Done and done," Olivia said. She fixed the collar around David's throat. Charlotte yanked at the leash, causing David to rear back, gasping. "Oh, it's just how I imagined it!" Charlotte said. She gave David a warning spank on his buttcheek. "Don't you move a muscle, naughty boy!"

Charlotte found a nice rhythm as she pegged David and restrained him with the leash, cutting off his breath intermittently. At first he was enraged, trying to twist around and bite at Charlotte or struggling wildly in his bonds, but soon he was moaning and whimpering with ecstatic terror as the drugs slowly began to kick in in his system. "What--what the fuck did you do to me?" David gasped. "My cock, it feels so--so--"

Charlotte's reached around David's waist and gently brushed four fingers down the tip of his cock.

"...Sensitive?" Charlotte grinned, finishing his sentence. David jumped, straining against his leash, and screamed at the top of his lungs.

"Oh!" Olivia said with amusement.

David screamed. He screamed and screamed. He screamed until his lungs went hoarse, and then he screamed some more, until he finally pitched his head down in complete silence. His legs began to shiver controllably as five long ropes of precum jetted out of his balls, making a pitiful whining noise as he did so.

"My, my..." Charlotte said, admiring the dark stain growing beneath David's dangling cock. "And I thought you were stronger than you looked."

Charlotte held David's cock tightly at the base with one hand, making a ring with her thumb and forefinger. With her other hand, she reached beneath him and began to rhythmically curl her fingers underneath his head, as if tickling the chin of a kitten. David opened his mouth to scream.

Charlotte sighed, rolling her eyes toward Olivia. Olivia came over swiftly and shoved a ball gag into his gaping mouth. She buckled it tightly around his head just as David let loose.

"MMMMMMMMMMMPPHPPHHPGHHHHHHRRRMMM!!!"

"That's it, just give in to mommy. I know it feels intense, but this is for your own good," Charlotte said, her fingers working at his head expertly.

"MMPHGGGRRRLLLMMM!"

"Feels good, doesn't it? Once we take you back to our compound, every waking moment of your life will be like this," Olivia gloated, watching David's eyes flutter and roll into the back of his skull.

"Surrender to us. Surrender to my fingers. I own you now. I'm going to milk every last drop of cum out of you like the little cumslut you are," Charlotte said. Her fingers were barely moving, and any normal man would have only felt a tickle, but David thrashed against his leash, his arms whipping side to side in his armbinder, head pitching back and forth, reduced into this pathetic... thing. A smug grin appeared on Charlotte's face. She loved seeing men like this.

"GGGRHHHHHMMMLLLMMM!"

Charlotte felt David's cock stiffen even more, felt him hyperventilate through his nostrils, and she sped up her diabolical ministrations into a blur. At a certain point, even a drugged man would have reached his breaking point under Charlotte's care. It was simply too much stimulation to handle. Countless men had been milked by Charlotte's fingers, countless more broken.

"Cum for me, baby," Charlotte cooed. "Cum into my hands."

As if on cue, David's cock bucked, and Charlotte's fingers went wild. They fluttered over his slit, twisting and writhing with an inhuman mastery. Her manicured fingernails, painted blood red, tickled at the underside of his head, while the pads of her fingertips traced circles around his glans. A thick web of cum gushed out of David, soaking Charlotte's entire hand in his seed.

Yet still his cock continued to buck. Tassels and ropes of cum spurted out of him, coating Charlotte's hand in another layer of cream as he arched his back and shuddered violently. Droplets of cum sprayed onto her bare legs. She gasped in surprise. "Oh, David!" she said. "You know it's rude to cum on a place without asking me first."

David groaned.

"She has a point," Olivia said, crossing her arms. "You should know better than that, David."

"Mommy never gave you permission to cum on her legs, did she?" Charlotte said visciously. "Now you made a mess, and I have to clean it all up."

"In fact, I think..." Olivia mused, placing a finger against her bottom lip. "I think our naughty boy needs to be taught a lesson. Isn't that right, Charlotte?"

"That's exactly right."

David glanced back at them with wide, frenzied eyes. Olivia walked around the bed and leaned towards David, who began to tremble involuntarily when she looked at him. "Tell me, David... have you ever heard of post-orgasm torture?"

Five hours later, the three of them sat on the couch, their slave sandwiched between their thick, voluptuous forms in his restraints. Tomorrow morning, the helicopter would arrive to take them back to the compound. Amanda Williams, they heard, had invented some new type of serum she wanted to test on their new slave. But Olivia didn't feel like that was necessary as she lovingly stroked David's balls. The mental imprinting was complete. David would never see daylight again, spending the rest of his life in a padded room in the milking facility where Olivia and Charlotte would tease milk out of him.

Charlotte leaned down and planted a wet kiss on David's cock, and both of them giggled as he screamed into his hood.