[Fill] Suck it up, Cheerleader (3/?)
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October 12 2015, 19:41:32 UTC
Kelly had starting letting down milk almost a week ago. Miranda had watched as Kelly shuddered in what could be mistaken for ecstasy as the pressure in her swollen breasts was relieved by the milking machine, even though she knew the pain of the needles and the tubes and the relentless suction. Kelly released a full pint before they stopped. The batarian who supervised the machines ('Brains') had seemed satisfied.
But today they didn't take her to the room with the machines. Miranda watched as they wheeled her down a corridor she hadn't seen before, soaking in every detail, every power conduit and locked door. She updated her mental map of the facility. This corridor ran parallel to the one she knew. They might now be in the room that backed on to the milking suite.
On the other side of the one-way glass. They parked her in front of the glass, but not so close that she could reach it if she leaned forwards. She'd figured they were under observation but she would have counted on more advanced surveillance. Maybe that was a good thing.
Miranda could see Kelly in the middle of her milking. Strapped against the padded bench, she was utterly helpless. Her legs spread apart, her arms fixed out to the sides, she was exposed and vulnerable. As Miranda knew from her own experience, the dildo that penetrated Kelly thrummed and pulsed in time to the peristaltic sleeves that encased her breasts and kneaded them automatically to encourage the flow.
The suction cups attached to the exposed aureolae drew Kelly's engorged nipples deep within them. Miranda felt her own nipples twitch at the memory of the needles going in, the circle of them grasping at the base of the nipple like the claw in the fairground game, electric shocks stimulating contractions and causing milk to squirt out in uncontrollable spurts to be sucked away by the hoses.
Miranda hadn't produced any milk yet, but she'd felt the same needles go in, and the shocks. She'd gritted her teeth and refused to scream. Kelly had whimpered and moaned and begged and pleaded until Miranda had told her to hold it in. Miranda was pleased to see that even though she wasn't there to provide support, Kelly suffered in silence. Tears rolled freely down her cheeks, but she didn't make a sound other than low whimpering.
Miranda realised she could hear everything that was going on in the other room. “Be strong, Kelly!” she shouted, on the off-chance that Kelly could hear her. She doubted it, figuring it was more likely that the sound was being relayed through a speaker.
As she watched, the receptacle of milk by Kelly's station grew fuller, and her face grew redder. She was trying to fight it, but the batarians hadn't ever let either of them off the milking stations until they'd been brought to orgasm by the forceful stimulation of the dildo. Miranda had thought that Brains had been instructed not to talk to them, but she had heard him muttering under his breath once as he watched Kelly shiver and moan, coming hard around the dildo. “Better flavor, my scaly ass,” he'd said.
But today they didn't take her to the room with the machines. Miranda watched as they wheeled her down a corridor she hadn't seen before, soaking in every detail, every power conduit and locked door. She updated her mental map of the facility. This corridor ran parallel to the one she knew. They might now be in the room that backed on to the milking suite.
On the other side of the one-way glass. They parked her in front of the glass, but not so close that she could reach it if she leaned forwards. She'd figured they were under observation but she would have counted on more advanced surveillance. Maybe that was a good thing.
Miranda could see Kelly in the middle of her milking. Strapped against the padded bench, she was utterly helpless. Her legs spread apart, her arms fixed out to the sides, she was exposed and vulnerable. As Miranda knew from her own experience, the dildo that penetrated Kelly thrummed and pulsed in time to the peristaltic sleeves that encased her breasts and kneaded them automatically to encourage the flow.
The suction cups attached to the exposed aureolae drew Kelly's engorged nipples deep within them. Miranda felt her own nipples twitch at the memory of the needles going in, the circle of them grasping at the base of the nipple like the claw in the fairground game, electric shocks stimulating contractions and causing milk to squirt out in uncontrollable spurts to be sucked away by the hoses.
Miranda hadn't produced any milk yet, but she'd felt the same needles go in, and the shocks. She'd gritted her teeth and refused to scream. Kelly had whimpered and moaned and begged and pleaded until Miranda had told her to hold it in. Miranda was pleased to see that even though she wasn't there to provide support, Kelly suffered in silence. Tears rolled freely down her cheeks, but she didn't make a sound other than low whimpering.
Miranda realised she could hear everything that was going on in the other room. “Be strong, Kelly!” she shouted, on the off-chance that Kelly could hear her. She doubted it, figuring it was more likely that the sound was being relayed through a speaker.
As she watched, the receptacle of milk by Kelly's station grew fuller, and her face grew redder. She was trying to fight it, but the batarians hadn't ever let either of them off the milking stations until they'd been brought to orgasm by the forceful stimulation of the dildo. Miranda had thought that Brains had been instructed not to talk to them, but she had heard him muttering under his breath once as he watched Kelly shiver and moan, coming hard around the dildo. “Better flavor, my scaly ass,” he'd said.
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