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Dan, Marc and the two girls arrived late home. All their friends were afraid of some mishap and were glad to see them back safe. The girls carrying the now nearly empty travel bag seemed so exhausted that Kira inquired about what they had done. When she learned that the girls had been gangbanged by a group of rugby players who were jogging on the same path, she laughed and sent them to shower.
- A good and long shower with cold water will wake you up, lazy bones! Twenty four well built men shouldn't be enough to completely wear out two experienced girlsÊ: it's unheard of!!! We should work hard to build up your stamina somewhat, send you to Demeanor School in Scotland. There, they should have you service fifty men each day and one hundred for the week end during a couple of weeks. That would be a real challenge! You are no more teenage school girls but grown up women, you shameful sissies!
Brigitte and Marie Laure bent their heads in guilt.
- But, Brigitte, I thought you were really a hard boiled dominatrix. Just a little walk with Dan and he transforms you into a submissive ready to be gangbanged on a fallen tree trunk! What a shame! You're no better than Marie Laure or Gita! I'll treat you in the same way as them!
She scolded them during five minutes before sending them to the bathroom. Virginia was lying on Kyrhan's lap. He was toying lazily with her nipples, squeezing then releasing them. She was purring like a cat. Suddenly, he pulled back his hand hastily. His fingers were wet. He looked at them inquiringly, sniffed his fingers and finally licked them. He beckoned :
- Brigitte! Your little Virginia has just produced her first milk.
Every one then pressed her huge tits to extract a few droplets they tasted as if it was the sweetest nectar. Brigitte came back with two breast pumps.
- I know you have probably been dried out already but, it'll stimulate your production. In less than a month, you should produce enough for the whole household, I'm sure of it!
Brigitte told her own story when Jean had used her as a mobile milk dispenser, following him everywhere, even to a closet adjacent to his office where she knelt for hours in the dark on a table with a glass in front of her. He entered the closet, switched on her breast pumps and filled the glass. He drank it out, rinsed the glass and left without even addressing a word to her. He had no consideration for her at all at that time! She was nothing but a tool for his convenience.
Virginia produced about a quart of a glass with her two breasts. Brigitte told her :
- Don't worry, pet! Your production will grow rapidly. But, Kira, Kyrhan told me you had recently a baby.
- Yes, about three months ago.
- So you are in milk, too!
- Oh no, I'm trying to stop it! If you put a breast pump on me, it'll need another two months to stop it!
- But why stop it? I'm sure Kyrhan will enjoy milking you twice a day or have you milked by visitors or servants.
- I don't want it!
- May I point out that you promised to be his obedient slave for the day. If he orders you to be put on milk again, you have to obey and not try to make it stop tomorrow. You'll have to wait for his order, don't you think so, Kyrhan?
- By all means, Brigitte! So my darling Kira, I think you're about to provide me again with your best milk for the coming ten years or so! I think that my love for you made me a bit too lenient. I could exhibit you at the next Saint Azul cattle market. You'll share Virginia's trailer unless Marc wants also Marie Laure and Gita treated with hormones. It would make a fine herd, indeed! That would change you, kira, a lot from your usual role of princess in our palace!
When Kira had married Kyrhan, she had decided to have the Prince's family centuries old palace and stronghold restored. Her efforts had transformed the ruins into a luxury hotel where she lived with her husband, when he wasn't in Delhi for his official role, in the aisle where the secluded former harem had been installed. Kyrhan has built a wide net of friends throughout the world where spouses and girls could be swapped following the needs of every one : you are about to leave for a business trip where you can't be accompanied by your wife? No problem : one of the men in the group will probably offer to receive her! Your wife is on vacations in a far away resort and you feel alone : just ask and one of the girls in the group most probably will suddenly drop by and fulfill all your dreams (see my other stories with Kira and Kyrhan for a more complete view of the situation).
Kira didn't feel like opposing her Lord and Master. She let Brigitte put on the breast pumps on her tits with a sigh. Jean's wife felt she wasn't to just switch them on. Better to humiliate Kira a bit!
- Kyrhan, would you like to have the honor?
But the Prince declined and proposed instead that Virginia would do it, just to point out that, until midnight, Kira wasn't his princess, just another milk slave like Brigitte's niece to be used and abused! The girl obediently switched on both pumps, taking care to have a small delay between the two pumps. Being milked either by hand, machine or even sucked is a highly erotic experience for many women. The most sensitive ones can reach to a thunderous climax just by having their teats thus massaged. Brigitte had made Virginia discover it and she was using her brand new knowledge for the benefit of Kira. Khyran's wife would have continuously one or another of her nipples sucked during her whole milking!
Kira was quite aware of why Virginia had done it and of the unavoidable consequences : in a few minutes, she would certainly shame herself by climaxing while every one watched her begging to be fucked. She knew her breasts were extremely sensitive and nothing could prevent her from a screaming orgasm. At that moment, she was cross with her husband, for depriving her of any dignity in presence of their friends but deep into her mind, she was dancing in anticipation, singing carols. She loved to be forced to submit by her husband or any of their friends and the shame of public exposure was a major turn on for her!
The breast pumps had soon the expected effect. Kira started to moan helplessly then grimaced with a more and more evident tortured look. She threw her head back, gripping the base of her gorgeous melons helplessly. She finally surrendered to the incredible feelings taking their source in her breasts but irradiating throughout her body. Her blood seemed about to boil, her belly was heavy and hot. She felt liquid fluids oozing from her cunt and gliding down her thighs. She screamed on and on...
Her body wasn't obeying any more to her brain. She wanted to calm down to enjoy the aftermaths of her devastating climax but a stir deep into her belly informed her that her body was ready for more, many more similar orgasms. The culprits were clearly both her husbands Dan and Kyrhan who had accustomed her to serial climaxes.
For the benefit of the reader who hasn't followed Kira's life, she had been Dan's quite demure wife when they visited India for the first time. She was fascinated by the country and its inhabitants. She met by accident prince Kyrhan who became her mentor. When she was familiar with life in India, he forged an Indian identity for her and married her in the traditional and quite official way with Dan's benediction. Under both her identities, Kira became bigamous and commuted often between India and France. Kyrhan had just kept the privilege of pretending to be Kira's husband, have her wear Indian clothes and follow the customs of his home country whenever he came to France, if he wanted. Kira was usually shared by her two husbands in such occasions except if another girl from Kyrhan's harem accompanied her master.
While Kira's body was rocked by waves of ecstatic pleasure coaxed by the sucking of her tits, Brigitte was keeping an eye on her. When the two bottles were filled, she switched off the pumps. Kira's head dropped down. She was dizzy : she had been on an high and Brigitte had stopped her dead on her tracks.
