Miling Solutions

"Assume the position," Kitty says.

She's lying on her back on the bed, her head facing me. Nervously, I crawl over her in a sixty-nine position, then lower myself onto my elbows, head tucked in. Kitty wraps her arms around my legs, fixing me in place. Then she takes me in her mouth. the head of my cock crimps against the roof of her mouth, a rough, gummy surface that sends the slit of my cock into spasms of hot, incendiary pleasure. Meanwhile, her tongue lolls and swivels against the rest of my shaft, battering it like waves of an ocean against the sand castle of my sanity and self-resolve. Her mouth has become a prison; me, her prisoner. She has my entire manhood trapped inside her mouth, even my balls, which she juggles with her tongue with an inhuman dexterity.

"Don't come," Chastity warns in a chiding, singsong voice. "Because if you do..." she says, playfully twirling a strand of her long, blonde hair, "there will be hell to pay."

I can see the sadistic gleam in her eyes, and a shock of panic runs through me. I have to get out of my predicament, otherwise the situation is going to get so much worse. I begin to thrash and struggle violently against Kitty's limbs, but she has me in a deadlock. I might as well be paralyzed from the neck down, except I can feel everything she's doing to me cock and balls. I can't see anything but the enormous ass she's pushed into my face, and the added component of blindness makes her blowjob that much more intense. She has her arms locked around my legs, and my toes clench and quiver wildly as the stimulation reaches its climax.

"Grh--grh--Kitty--please--" I squeeze out, the exertion of trying to speak making me momentarily breathless.

"Mmmmm?" Kitty hums languidly, as she attacks my cock with her tongue with renewed fervor.

"Please--" I gasp. "I'm--I'm begging you--"

"You're going to have to try harder than that, sweetie," Kitty says, removing her mouth from my cock with a slick pop. "I can barely hear you as it is, what with me slurping and all. Chastity, can you hear him begging me?"

"Not a word," Chastity says. "Our big boy certainly needs to learn how to speak up a little, doesn't he?"

"Now hold on just a minu--nnnnnhhh!" I moan, throwing my head back in disbelieving pleasure as Kitty rams her head back down onto my cock. Trapped inside the boiling cavern of her mouth, she begins to use her tongue to interrogate me, tracing circles around the oh-so-sensitive underside of my cock, then encircling my head like a boa constrictor around its prey.

"I can't come," I pant. "Please, if I come, then you'll, you'll--"

"...punish you?" Chastity says, grinning. "Aww, baby! That's the entire point! We want to see you struggle a little bit before we break your mind. It's more fun that way."

"You can't--you can't do this to me!" I wail, and suddenly, before I can stop myself, tears begin to flow down my cheeks in a wild mixture of violent emotions. I'm crying. I can't believe I'm actually crying. "It's not--it's not fair!"

"That's up for us to decide, baby," Chastity says. "We'll do whatever we want, for as long as we want. And right now, Kitty wants to play with you a little."

"Please I'm begging you," I gasp. "I have money. I have friends in high--nnnnnn!"

"What's that you said?" Chastity says, cupping her ear in one hand and leaning towards me mockingly.

"I said," I said, taking a deep breath, "I have friends in high--MMFFGGHH!"

Whether intentionally or not, Kitty shoves her ass into my face until it covers the entirety of my field of vision, muffling my cries for help. Meanwhile, the hungry slurping, smacking noises of her demonically pleasurable blowjob fill my ears until it becomes my entire universe. I'm about to come. I close my eyes, bracing myself for the inevitable explosion of endorphins and dopamine to completely erase all thoughts of worry from my mind, despite the reality of what Chastity and Kitty will do to me later. Kitty speeds up her bobbing blowjob, reaching a cresendo of wild, insane pleasure until--until--

She stops.

"Wha--" I say, barely coherent.

I look around, but Kitty's ass is all I can see. Even Chastity has disappeared from view, even though I know she's watching me. Kitty doesn't move, but I can sense something going on near my cock. She's moving towards it slowly, with the slow predatorial pleasure of a jaguar homing in on its prey. Her hot, humid breath blasts my cock like a tropical wind, and it suddenly becomes too much. I let out a weak, pathetic little whimper as a thin spurt of precum jets out of my already engorged cock.

"My, my..." Kitty admonishes me in a low, sultry voice. "If all it takes is for me to breathe on you to get you to come, I can't imagine how you'll feel once I put it in my mouth."

"I need to, I need to," I whimper, all pretense of dignity melting away. "Come on, let me come! Please!"

"Mmm... so hot and bothered," Kitty moans with pleasure. The edges of her lips brush against the head of my cock, and I begin to thrash around in unconscious terror of the mind-shattering experience she's soon going to be granting me. "Such a good boy... for me."

With an astonishing speed and feline aggression that makes even Chastity jump back--startled--Kitty devours my entire cock in her mouth and begins to bob her head rapidly up and down, her tongue transforming into a flurry of vicious, snakelike motions that send me into violent shivers of uncontrollable ecstasy.

Somewhere around me, I can hear a noise in the distance. Only when I can catch my breath do I realize that it's the sound of my own screaming, and the delicate presence of my sanity begins to vanish in the face of Kitty's incredible mouth-fucking. Her sausage-thick lips are suctioned firmly around the base of my cock with a nearly hydraulic force, keeping me trapped in her sexual spell like some kind of ungodly sex demon as her tongue flits playfully around the slit of my head. "UNNNNHHHHH!" I shout, bucking and thrashing my hips to no avail. Kitty has me completely pinned down.

"That's it, that's a good boy," Chastity coaxes, sitting on the edge of the bed and gently caressing my throat in a maternal gesture. "Let Kitty milk you. Let her suck your thoughts away. Be weak for her."

"No, no!" I gasp, but my voice is drowned out beneath Chastity's soft but persistent voice, whispering sweet venomous words into my ear.

Kitty lifts her head off of my cock, leaving it bobbing and throbbing in empty air like the world's most sensitive probe. I sense a strange movement on her end. Suddenly something alarmingly hot and impossibly soft wraps around my left testicle, which is literally as big as a tennis ball. Before I know it, my entire ball is engulfed in the wet warmth of Kitty's mouth, but nothing could have prepared me for what happened next.

She sucks her cheeks together, squeezing against the sides of my artificially-enhanced testicle with powerful pressure. Instantly, a thick jet of creamy white cum fountains out of the head of my cock. Kitty moans--testicle still lodged firmly in her mouth--and then wobbles her head from side to side, kneading my giant testicle with her cheek's soft inner lining. "Unph, I love it when she does that," Chastity says, biting her bottom lip with secondhand satisfaction. Long ropes of cum explode out of me as a shiver and scream and buck and thrash and fight and shout and struggle, it's no use, it's never going to end, I can't breathe, all I can see is white and bliss and oh god oh god oh god oh GOD and then my testicle suddenly loosens with a wet popping noise and then Kitty leans over and says, "You didn't think I forgot about the other one, did you?"

"Noooooo!" I squeal.

"Oh, this is going to be good!" Chastity says.

Kitty devours my second testicle in her mouth, but this time without any of the playful fanfare. She squeezes and sucks on it with her mouth. I throw my head back, my eyes squeezed shut and my teeth gritted together. "Aggggghhhh!"

"Oh, you like that?" Chastity says to me sweetly, propped up on one elbow as she lovingly strokes my sweat-soaked hair. "Because a moment ago you were so adamant on not cumming!"

I glance toward her in terrified confusion. Then it hits me: they're going to punish me severely if I cum. But I already have!

"Nooo, please Chastity, pleasepleaseplease!" I moan. "I've been a good boy! I'll be a good boy for you--nnnnnhh!--PLEASE!"

"See, something doesn't sound right here," Chastity says, rolling her eyes with mock thoughtfulness as Kitty's tongue slurps away at my sanity. "First you say you've been a good boy, then you say you're going to be a good boy. So which is it, cutie?"

"It's--it's--" I whimper, completely at a loss.

"Because if you say you're going to be a good boy, that would imply that you haven't been a good boy up until now. So--and I'm asking you politely now--" Chastity's blue eyes suddenly turn ice-cold, and I realize, beneath that gentle, motherly demeanor, is a cold, ruthless woman much sharper than she lets on at first. "Have you been... a bad boy?"

I glance down at the come which is slowly trickling down the side of my hip. I glance back at Chastity.

"Yes," I whimper.

"And what did you do to deserve that title?"

"I--I came without permission," I whispered.

Chastity gasps with mock surprise. "That's right! And what do we do to bad boys who come without the permission of their goddesses? Do you know?"

I swallow. "No."

Chastity nods indulgently. "Kitty?" she calls. "Show him the new toy Amanda sent to us this morning."

Kitty untangles herself from me and steps onto the floor. I'm too exhausted to move, and even if I could, I doubt if I could get past Chastity, who has her arm wrapped around my shoulders proprietorially. Kitty rummages around in the dresser drawer until she pulls out what appears to be a large metal underwear with a giant bulge at the front and back ends. It looks ridiculous, but something about what it looks like it can do terrifies me. I begin to squirm, the heels of my feet digging into the thick mattress, and whimper with fear.

Chastity holds me down while Kitty saunters over, swaying her wide hips as she does so. "Easy baby," Chastity coos. "This'll only take a minute."

Kitty kneels down between my legs and fits the metal underwear onto my cock. She buckles it in place with an assortment of zippers and cuffs, some of which tighten firmly around my waist and lower thighs. The realization dawns on me: there's no way I can take that thing off without Kitty's assistance.

It's a snug fit: something velvety and soft pushes up against my cock, molding against its shape like a hard, but warm putty. I try and buck my penis against the restraint, but it's too tight. Even my engorged tennis-ball-sized balls are fit snugly inside, mummified by the device. It feels almost comfortable, albeit a little heavy and... restraining.

Kitty presses a button on the side of the underwear, and some of the lights glow into life. Kitty steps back, grinning at me widely. "Okay, sweetie! We're all set. You're all free to go."

"What?" I say. Chastity releases me from her grip and nods to me reassuringly. Watching her distrustfully, I slip off the bed, my legs weak from Kitty's ministrations. Somehow I manage to stand up upright, but the added weight of the metal underwear makes it just that much more difficult. Kitty waves goodbye to me, twirling her wrist a little as she does so.

Could it really be it? They're going to let me go... just like that? After everything they put me through.

No. No, this had to be a trap of some kind, but I couldn't figure out what. As I step out of the bedroom and into the wide, clinical corridor of the milking rooms, I turn back to find Kitty and Chastity fixing me with cold, unkind stares that send a shiver down my spine. They're planning something. I just know it. I spot a small object in Kitty's hand, but she waves me away, grinning eagerly.

"Go!" she says.

I can't disobey an order from one of my goddesses. I turn around and run, ducking and dodging down the vast labyrinth of hallways in search of escape. Even if the game is rigged, this is my only chance at freedom. With each room I pass, muffled screams of terror and moans of bliss emanate through the thick metal doors.

The hallways are strangely deserted, but the ceiling is dotted with those black-orb security cams which seem to be watching me as I go along. Then, as I round a corner, two giant women--a good eight or nine feet tall, with the proportions to match--appear at the other end. They're drop dead gorgeous, each of them wearing dark blue jumpsuits that cling to their curves nicely, with their inhumanly large cleavage trapped beneath the elastic clothing material like two mountains hidden under rubber tarps. They're wearing white, thigh-high leather boots with pump heels that make them seem even taller than they already are, and each step they take sends a sharp report down the corridor.

One of them is a brunette with long, straight hair that goes down to her waist. She has bright green eyes and blade-thin lips. Combined with her high cheekbones and sunken cheeks, she gives off a hard, weathered look, as if she's seen it all. The other one is a redhead with her hair done in a neat ponytail, her angular face pulled back tightly.

"Stop right there!" the brunette calls with harsh authority.

I glance up at her, terrified. I make as if to run, but I figure it's best to stay where I am and explain things to them.

The pair of dominatrixes walk up to me. "Where do you think you're going?" the brunette asks pointedly. The redhead isn't so much staring at me as she is analyzing me, as if to scan me for weak points.

"I was just--just running an assignment!" I say. "For Kitty and Chastity."

The brunette only stares at me. She seems unconvinced. "Really. And what kind of assignment might this be?"

I have to make something up. "I--it was to run an errand upstairs. Top secret, they said."

"Top secret?" the redhead says, exchanging a nervous glance with her partner.

"Yes," I said. "It was supposed to be for--"

All of a sudden, the inside of the metal underwear roars into life. Something wet and warm plunges into my backside, causing me to reflexively sink to my knees. "OoooooOOh!" The snug velvet mold holding my testicles in place begin to churn violently against each other, vibrating all the while, and something begins to caress and massage the head of my permanently erect cock with mechanical insistence.

My cover's exposed. I need to run.

Wobbling violently on one foot, I climb onto my feet and take off at a sprint. Ignoring the prostate-ball-cock-fucking of the metal underwear, I stagger along the corridor, trying to throw the two dominatrixes off my trail. I don't know where I'm going, but I can hear two pairs of footsteps slamming down behind me as they chase after me.

Somehow, I manage to shake them off just in time. As I round another corner, I rip open a tiny storage closet and slip inside: total darkness. Breathing heavily, I stand as still as I can as I listen to the voices nearing my position.

"Where did he go?" the brunette.

"I think we lost him." Redhead.

"Strange. I could have sworn he was just around this corner... and now he's gone."

From the sound of their voices, I can tell they're standing right outside the closet door. Only inches from me. I struggle to hold in my breath, the vibrating massage of my testicles intensifying suddenly. I clap both hands over my mouth just as a strangled scream escapes my throat. My cock twitches futilely against its prison in a computationally-calculated orgasm designed to break my mind. I bite down on the back of my hand, hard. If they hear me... it's over.

Their voices continue down the corridor, and I let out my breath in relief. I lost them. I sit cross-legged on the floor, thinking about my next course of action. Then I look up, and my heart almost leaps out of my chest.

A security camera.

It's probably nothing, but I can't be sure. After all, who monitors a storage closet? Still, it wouldn't do to stay here a moment longer. Opening the storage closet door just a crack, I look through and see nothing but empty hallway.

The coast is clear.

As I step out, two pairs of hands catch me and lift me into the air. "No!" I scream. The brunette drops a leather hood over my head. Just before my vision is completely blocked off, all I can see is a view of her deceptively beautiful face grinning visciously at me. I can feel another pair of hands working around me with a strip of elastic bandages--the redhead--binding me feet together as she slowly mummifies me from the bottom up, pinning my arms to my sides, reducing me to a squirming cocoon of pleasure and terror as the metal underwear whirs into life again.

"Ever been pegged before, bad boy?" the brunette whispers into my ear. "Name's Charlotte. That's my specialty. You see, it's coated with a special kind of cream that can reduce any man to a paralyzed, hypersensitive, whimpering mess as I fuck their prostate, and Kitty and Chastity said they want watch. All they needed was an excuse to punish you, and now we have it. Oh, and that redhead, Olivia? She's the bondage expert, but one thing she loves more than tying men up in compromising positions is giving them a good, hearty spanking. We are going to have so much fun with you, boy."

As Charlotte and Olivia whisk me back to Kitty and Chastity's room, I throw my head back in the bandaged darkness and begin to howl.