The following very dark story has themes of non-consent sex, humiliation, abuse and other dark themes. If such content offends you, please do not read. This is an erotic FICTION story not meant as any sort of gender, political or societal protest. This is purely for entertainment and never meant to happen in reality. If you have issues with such kinks, please do not read.
"You...you are going to pay, right. The entire amount?" I ask the guy feeling more nervous than I ever have as I look at where he told me to go. I glance at that part of this enclosed room again, then look at the guy who said his name is "Rod-Man."
I know I'm acting like a scared little girl, even if I am a nineteen year old woman, but I can't help it. I'm very much out of my depth here. Never did I think I would be doing anything like this.
Rod-Man looks like a stereotypical frat boy, from his clothes to haircut, if the frat boy was in his mid-thirties. He even has that sort of personality and attitude, like his football team is the greatest and you don't get an opinion about it. Where every person he interacts with has some sort of secret handshake.
"Oh my gosh Lori, yes!" Rod-Man answers, slightly annoyed. Granted, this is the eighth or ninth time I've asked. I know it must be getting annoying but damn it, I'm nervous.
"Look," Rod-Man says as he pulls out his cell. After unlocking it, he taps away, opening whatever apps. He then turns the cell's screen towards me so I can read it.
Sure enough, on the screen is the "Cash-Money-App." I see my ID there, along with his, with $6,000 ready to be sent to me. I'm happy to see the verified icon for his account, making me know that he does indeed have the money.
I'm here because of an ad I answered by Rod-Man. The deal is that I do this session, and after, he'll send the payment. It's an informal agreement with no paperwork or anything, mainly because this is technically illegal. Not illegal in the sense that we are robbing anyone or even hurting someone, but still illegal.
I bite my lip after he lowers his cell, to which I look at the "station" where I'm supposed to go. It fills me with dread to look at it, knowing that when I do go to it, it'll be so much worse. The dread is so strong I swear the emotion pumps off the "station" like a living thing.
If you asked people that know me if they thought I would ever do something like this, they would laugh. It's not something that you would except me to do. Not nerdy, quiet Lori. And I'm not sure if that's a good thing any longer.
Trying to hype myself up, I tell myself that it won't take long once we start. I mean, ten minutes at most. Ten minutes and I'll be $6,000 richer. That's not bad, right? Don't even need to pay taxes on it. Ten minutes and I don't have to worry about a thing for an exceptionally long time.
I'm a nineteen year old college girl who needs money, and a lot of it. Tuition is past due and I lost my job over a month ago. The start-up business I was working for sort of went belly up without any warning. I never even got my last couple of paychecks, leaving me beyond broke. If I don't pay the $3,000 college tuition by Monday, the university is going to kick me out.
This is my only option. Well, the only viable option. My parents don't have money, nor do any of my friends. At least not in this amount. If I had applied for financial aid at the beginning of the year, I may not be in this situation, but I didn't. I had a good paying job that I thought would hold out. And no bank is going to give me that sort of money when they know I don't have a job.
I met Rod-Man via a local Reddit post/ad. He posted he was looking for special girls for a
unique
photo shoot. I have to give him some credit, he was very upfront in his posting, saying that the photo shoot would be sexual in nature, but wasn't a porno or anything. That they weren't trying to be BangBus but had their own thing. To this I had to look up what BangBus was as I don't watch porn, to which I felt I needed to take a long shower to get clean.
Upon messaging Rod-Man he explained they served a unique online clientele with their website content. That they needed to make new content for the upcoming season. But that the content wasn't what most people would call normal in terms of sexual interests.
"Don't worry Lori, it won't be that bad, trust me. It'll be fast too. Ten minutes at most," Rod-Man tells me with a gentle voice, no doubt seeing all the conflicting emotions running over my face. He knows that I'm a good girl that doesn't do crazy stuff like this, especially not crazy sex stuff.
And so, I look at the station once again. It's an area of this room with two large metal bars running parallel with the ground that run about four feet across. One bar is about three feet off the ground and the other around four and a half feet off. Those bars are attached to two other bars that go all the way from the ground to the ceiling.
And pointed at the station are several cameras to capture each possible angle. That's where I'm supposed to go. Where I'm to go to be recorded doing this craziness.
Oh help me because I can't believe I'm here. In all my life, I've never heard of anything like this, yet I'm about to take part in it. My only hope is that no one I know will ever be into this kink so they won't see the video. I mean, I'm not a prude or anything and believe people can like whatever kinks they want, but...this is so strange.
What I'm about to get paid to do is to go behind the bars where I'll put my upper body through the two parallel bars while standing. My hips will press against the first bar, and then the back of my shoulders will rest on the second bar. It'll not feel comfortable, but I think that's the point. Just like I'm supposed to hold onto the top bar with my hands.
Once there, Rod-Man, or maybe the other guy that's here, whatever his name is...are going to, ummm, well, it's so hard to admit this. It's so weird. It's so...strange. They are going to put breast pumps on me under my shirt.
Yes. You read that right. Breast pumps. They will be real breast pumps as if I were pregnant. With the pumps on pumping away, they will take pictures, as well as record a few videos. For the videos, I'm going to have to play along and say a few embarrassing statements, like "how I love having my breasts milked," or that "this is exactly what I needed," and other stupid man-written crap.
Rod-Man assured me that this is all they would do. No sex at all. Not even nudity. He even said they would keep my shirt on so my breasts wouldn't be seen. That his viewers just want to see my reaction, not my breasts.
That's not too bad, right? I know the pumps will hurt a little, but it's worth it for the money. After all, pregnant women use them all the time. I did some research on it to see what it feels like, where most women said it feels like what it is, something sucking hard on your nipples every few seconds. So if pregnant women can survive having it done, so can I. Also, it's not like I have a lot of options.
"Alright, here I go," I say, pumping myself full of courage.
Trembling, I walk behind the bars. Once behind them, I bend over and then move my upper body between the two parallel bars. Stepping forward, I press my hips/crotch area against the bottom bar and stand the best that I can to grab hold of the top bar. Letting the back of my shoulders touch the bar, I stand as tall as I can.
This isn't so bad. It's not comfortable, but it could be much worse. Again, it's only for a few minutes. In a weird way, I sort of like it. Not sure why, but it feels...interesting. In a way it feels sexy.
Looking forward, my face reddens as I see the cameras pointed at me. I can't help but turn away in embarrassment as the red lights on them make me so nervous. It feels like a bunch of guns are pointed at me ordering me to do as I'm told. If only I could wear a mask or something to hide who I am. But Rod-Man said no. That it needed to be full face so his clients could see my reactions.
"Good, good," Rod-Man says happily as he and the other guy go camera to camera, checking each one.
Never have I felt so, well, stupid. Standing like this does feel a bit sexy, but overall it makes me feel stupid. It doesn't take me long to figure out why I feel like this either. It's because the way my body is positioned by the bars, it's making me stick out my chest and bottom. That's causing me to feel like I'm just an object.
Like I said, I'm not a prude or anything, but this is just strange. I mean, this isn't a brag but I've experimented, sexually. I've kissed other women and even let a boyfriend do anal on me, so I consider myself very modern. But this breast-milking kink just seems weird. How could anyone get off to it?
I know why they picked me to do this too. Well, besides the fact that I don't think many other women applied. It's because of my bust size. I happen to be, well, a tad bit overweight. I call it being a little chubby, but not by much as I only need to lose a few pounds. But due to this, my breasts are rather large. So when Rod-Man learned that I'm a G cup, that's all he needed.
"Hey! HEY!
HEY!
" I suddenly shout when the other guy, not Rod-Man, comes up on my right side and cuffs my right hand to the frame's pole. My head was turned the other way and looking at the pump machine that Rod-Man was wheeling out so I didn't notice what the guy was doing. I finally noticed when my wrist was cuffed causing the cold metal to touch me.
The other guy looks at me with a perplexed look, as if I knew this was to happen. He then turns to look at Rod-Man without saying anything. I then turn to look at Rod-Man as well seeing that he's clearly the one is charge.
I start to pull on my cuffed right hand, trying to break it free. The cuff is cuffed around the frame bar, not the parallel bar. If it were on the parallel bar I would be able to move it left and right at least.
Panic and fear flare as I think I've just been tricked. That they really brought me here to rape me on camera at the very least. Only now do I realize that I never considered this as the worst case scenario. That this could all be a trick to kidnap me and sell me off as a sex slave. Or maybe be the victim in some sick Dark Web Red Room snuff porno where I'll be beaten and eaten. The knowledge that I could become the girl from TAKEN never popped in my head before now.
"That's my fault, I'm sorry," Rod-Man apologizes sincerely as he sees me freaking out.
