The intern, Lexi, wore high heels, leather pants and a t-shirt as she walked down the long white corridor of the milking compound. This was her first day working at Milking Solutions, Inc., and she was ready to be the best dominatrix ever.
Vanessa, the Director of Pleasure and Obedience, was treating her to the tour of the underground portion of their compound. Lexi had signed the contracts, the NDAs, and knew full well that she was walking into a black site where men were held captive and milked against their will. And that feeling excited her.
Despite her eagerness, Lexi noticed Vanessa seemed to be holding something back. She didn't care much for the way Vanessa would run her eyes up and down her legs when she thought she wasn't looking, but hell, this was a job at Milking Solutions. Even so, Vanessa had taken the serum already, a special drug devised by Amanda Williams that molded female bodies into the purest incarnations of their sex. Vanessa was eight feet tall, with wide hips and enormous breasts that seemed ludicrously inappropriate in her business attire.
Lexi knew she would have to take the serum eventually, as part of her induction into Milking Solutions as an apprentice domme. But thinking about the way Vanessa looked at her, she didn't feel so eager anymore. In fact, it made her rather embarrassed. Still. If you looked like that, Lexi guessed you'd feel pretty hot about anyone.
Lexi closed her eyes, banishing those thoughts from her head efficiently. Having a doctorates' in male psychology from Amanda Williams's private university had trained her to always focus on the task at hand.
And, oh my, she was loving it.
In each room was a new kind of sexual torture these genetically engineered dominatrixes performed on their prisoners. In one, a brunette with flowing hair had a naked man pinned against the wall, their hips jutting forward in sync as she pegged him with an aphrodasiac-smeared strap-on. Her hands roamed all over his unprotected sides, causing him to shudder and shiver in ticklish horror as she forced medication into him. When he tried to scream, the brunette's hands wrapped around his face and throat and pulled him back. "Shut up," she said, a smug grin showing on her face as his wide eyes darted wildly from side to side. "You don't want me to bring out the riding crop now, do you?"
The man froze, then shook his head with a whimper.
"That's what I thought," the brunette said haughtily, continuing to ram her hips against his with a force that literally lifted him from the floor.
In another room, a man was strapped down in a chair, his cock and balls protruding from a thick wooden cross placed between his legs. His hands were chained uselessly to each side of the cross, rendering him immobile in his humiliating restraints. Two senior masturbatrixes--one of them a big-breasted, raven-haired goddess with an ass shaped like a vase, the other a svelte blonde with her hair done up in a bun and a spraytan--knelt down in front of him, fondling and squeezing his artificially massive testicles as they looked up at him with loving sadism.
The man jerked at his chains, but there was only so much he could move without hurting his cock. They had him, as it were, by the balls.
"Please," he panted, his face crumpling with weakness and pleasure. "Please, Kitty, I can't take it anymore!"
His feeble protests were all for naught, as the two women seemed all too happy to test the limits of his sanity.
"That's okay," Kitty said. "I'm not going to blow you."
"Really?" the man said.
"Chastity will," Kitty said, stepping aside with an evil smirk. The svelte blonde suddenly craned her neck and wrapped her wide, sausage-thick lips around the head of his cock. Her tongue worked at him mightily; you could see it churning and churling around behind the skin of her cheeks as if she were chewing at some kind of hard candy.
The man squealed, his fingers and toes spreading apart and wriggling violently at the stimulation. Naughtily, the raven-haired goddess bent down and grinned as she hefted one red, grapefruit-sized testicle in the palm of her hand and began to suckle and nurse at it like a giant gobstopper. "Ohhhhhhh!" said the man, who slammed his eyes shut and thrashed his head from side to side, as if to ward the sensations away. With the two mouths pulling at his groin in opposite directions, it was almost as if they were tearing him apart with pleasure. The two ladies lavished his cock with their mouths, seeming like they were trying to touch every part of his cock and balls with every avaliable inch of their inner cheeks, their heads ducking and bobbing in a frenzied rhythm of mind-bending fellatio as they glared up at him with wide eyes.
"I'm gonna--I'm gonna--oh shit Chastity I'm gonna let go I can't stop--f--f--fffffuuucccckkkk!!!" the man screamed, throwing his head back and uttering a high-pitched howl.
Chastity and Kitty continued their blowjob as if nothing had happened. Meanwhile, the man's cock was beet red, the veins popping out of his foreskin like an overused muscle as it pulsed with wave after wave of crashing orgasm. Thick gouts of pearly-white cream began to leak out from the corners of Chastity's mouth, but her pink tongue darted out and slurped them up before they could run down to her chin.
"What did--what did he do?" Monica asked pensively. "To earn that kind of punishment?"
"Oh, he tried running away," Vanessa said nonchalantly. "Don't worry. This is only the first phase of his punishment, where we soften them up before really working on their minds. First, make them crave the lips and mouths of our caretakers, sucking every last ounce of energy and rebellion they have from their cocks. Teaches them how to behave. Then, once they're so tired they can't fight back anymore, our caretakers initiate the next phase..."
They walked down the corridor and pushed through a set of heavy metal doors. "This is a restricted area," Vanessa said. "In other words, Phase Two of our covert milking operations."
Vanessa unlocked another metal door with her keycard and opened it to reveal a king-sized bed where a dominatrix in pump heels was curled up against a coffin-shaped shell made of some kind of hard plastic, with a giant hole cut out to reveal two enormous testicles and a giant erection. The intern gasped when she realized a man was trapped inside there. A plastic hose extended from the sex coffin's mouthpiece to a valve in the wall.
"Pumps our subjects with a chemical cocktail I like to call "Love Gas," Vanessa explained. She tittered. "I'll let you figure out what it does. Watch."
They watched. Lazily, the dominatrix yawned, reached over to her bedside table, and pressed a hidden button. There was a gaseous hissing noise as the valve was released. A few moments later, the coffin slave began to shudder violently in his bondage, which didn't amount to much unless you noticed the irregular vibrations of the coffin.
"Soundproofed, too," Vanessa grinned. "Hear that hum?"
Lexi listened. A faint hum was barely audible at the threshold of her consciousness. Vanessa leaned over and cupped a hand around her mouth. "He's screaming at the top of his lungs," she whispered conspiratorially. "Research shows that Love Gas can increase dopamine receptors in the sexual regions of a man's body up to tenfold of his normal physiological capacity."
The coffin slave's erection suddenly became even larger than it already was. His red cock trembled futilely in the air, bucked up once or twice, then stopped, still red and throbbing. Visibly annoyed, the dominatrix rolled onto her feet and pulled out a single pair of nylon pantyhose from the bedside drawer. She stretched it out.
"What's she going to do?" Lexi asked.
"Watch. This is always my favorite part."
With deft hands that called to mind a spider weaving a silk cocoon, the dominatrix dropped one hose of the nylon stocking over the enormous shaft, letting the splendidly soft fabric pool around the base of his cock. Holding it in place with one hand, she pinched the edge of the stocking with the other and slowly--very slowly--began to unravel the stocking along the head of the man's cock. The excruciating friction was so devious in its application that Lexi couldn't help but bite her lip with satisfaction. This was what she signed up for. She could hear a tiny whistling noise in the air. The man must have been squealing.
Thick spurts of white began to soak through the stocking's fabric. While the air continued to whistle, the dominatrix paused in her torture to gently squeeze the man's balls and whisper loving nonsense into his ears.
"She's just doing breakdown duty," Vanessa said. "Sometimes, men need to learn their place in the world, and we need to remind them every day, otherwise their silly minds forget. We do this to them eight times a day, usually. Sixteen times for more serious patients. The process repeats for an entire week. Longer if necessary."
Lexi eyed the coffin slave. "And he is--"
"David Adams," Vanessa said. "Founder and CEO of the Unitech Corporation. He tried resisting my caretakers when they entered his hotel room by not volunteering himself for them, so Charlotte and Olivia sent him here to teach him a lesson."
"Wow," Lexi said. "I wish I could do that to a man."
"You will, but only after training. As for David, we've put him on an eight-times a day schedule," Vanessa said. She tapped her lower lip with her pen. "But now that you mention it... I think a man of his stature needs a little more humbling before he deserves to be milked like a proper cum cow, don't you think?"
"I think that's a great idea," Lexi said, licking her lips. Vanessa nodded.
