Corporate Type Chapter 32
When the woman left, you stood shocked and observed the girl. As her eyes met
yours she began crying and the strained look on her face made it very obvious
that she had suffered some cruelty in recent days.
Then as you stepped near, she spoke to you. "Look what has happened to me."
She held out her arms and you saw her breasts had large rings through long
nipples. Each breast was encircled with a network of spaced chains which held
them tight against her body. Two additional chains traveled up over each soft
shoulder still another behind her back. It resembled a chain mail bra. Then she
stepped back and you saw something worse, between her legs. Hanging there below
her pussy was a large shiny black ball! It dangled about six inches from her
lips on a shiny chrome colored chain and ring that appeared to go through both
lips. Your eyes glanced up at hers and your gazes met for a second before both
of you looked down again.
You hear her say, "After you were taken to the mines my boyfriend tried to make
a call to the states to speak with
your friend in the states." "When the police came to him, he turned me in I was
taken to jail." "The trial was very speedy and I was found guilty of attempting
to aid in your escape." "They sentenced me to one year and I was taken away the
very same time." "They say the bra is so that my breasts will not suffer any
sag, and my nipples were pierced for the rings." "I am made to wear nipple
stretchers every night all night long to enlarge them." "Then you see the lip
stretcher is soldered to the chain and will not be removed until my sentence is
complete." "My boyfriend was also found guilty and the owner here said she has
seen him in the Ladies Spa." "I never thought it would get me into this much
trouble to help you."
It hurt you to see her in such agony but there was little you could do for her
and it made you choke your words. "I am so sorry I never knew they would do such
a thing!" You said trying to sound sorrily.
"Whatever I do to help you, I will." "But I will not stop trying to escape this
place because I can't see spending my whole sentence here." You added.
Martha stepped back and said, "You need to help me do these pans because we
don't get to sleep until they are washed and they will be bringing more down
after closing up."
She slowly stepped away from the sink keeping her knees wide apart so that she
didn't bump the ball hanging from her stretched lips.
You moved up to the sink but not before saying, "Why don't you support the ball
with your hands and take the strain off your lips?"
She stopped moving and spoke, "You don't understand, but this ball had a
computer device inside it that senses warmth and if even my thighs touch it the
chip will send a signal to the monitors who will come and torment me." "One day
I picked it up and they came and used electroshock on my clitoris until I passed
out!" "They showed me this box and when my thigh touched the ball the alarm went
off instantly so I dare not touch it with anything at all."
She continued her slow walk away to the bedroom, and you turned with disbelief
toward the sink.
While your hands were immersed in soapy water you thought about your decision to
ask to be made yourself into a milker as those men suggested. At least it would
get you under their care and you definitely knew how to manipulate men better
than women. So with wet arms and wrinkled hands you played your odds that these
men could help you escape and how long it would take for them to do so. You had
nearly washed all the pans by the time the owner came down the steps.
"There are more pans in the dumbwaiter for you," she said with a stern face.
You were not sure whether to go to the dumbwaiter or stay and finish the pans
but chose the later. Your hands moving the scrubber pad quickly on the long
metal surfaces. Your tummy felt very tense as you bent over and you wondered if
your bladder was about to burst but decided to keep quiet about it. Instead you
chose to insinuate a subtle yet tactful comment. "I have been thinking about the
duties of a milk maid, and wonder if is still an option?" Your eyes never moved
from a blank stare into the soapy water.
For perhaps a full heart wrenching minute there was not a sound except for the
splashing of water.
"You have been thinking about the duty of a milk maid and why is that?" The
woman retorted. "Perhaps you are saying that for personal reasons but not to
benefit the community?"
You quickly realized she was quizzing your motive and came up with a very good
reason, "I have large breasts to begin with, and I believe that the amount of
milk I can produce will be sufficient to please everyone." "Honestly there is a
selfish reason - I have been told that milk maids do get better nourishment and
health care." "I have such a long sentence that I am worried about my health."
Your mind and voice worked so fast that even you were stunned at how perfectly
this phrase came out.
The woman moved next to you, leaned back on the edge of the sink and said, "Your
breasts will get much larger and be the attraction of many people, your nipples
will get longer and more sensitive." "Imagine how heavy they will feel when you
have to stand upright or bend over, they might weigh so much, your back will be
sore." "You can expect to have them filled and as discipline they might not be
milked for hours or even a few days." "However one good thing is that you will
be sexually stimulated almost always so that your hormones keep producing milk
in good quantity." "You certainly want enjoy constant arousal don't you?"
The manner in which she said those things made you feel like she was teasing you
but you didn't look at her and managed to maintain a straight hypnotized face
throughout it all. You didn't respond but waited to see if she would continue.
You felt a smack on your bare buttock which startled and stung you, then she
spoke again. "I expected to hear a response from you as that was a question."
Then she moved behind you and put both hands roughly between your mid-thigh and
pushed outward making your step your feet apart. Her hands pushed hard until you
were uncomfortably spread and you didn't want to imagine what she was going to
do.
"No, Miss, I don't want to be aroused all the time, it embarrassed me when that
happened before." You calculated this to be a good answer as it might make her
think you really did not want to have that happen when deep inside you liked
that better than painful treatment.
You felt her hands move up your thighs and begin playing with your pussy lips
from behind, and you wanted to move your feet but instead moved your hips
forward against the sink wall trying to get away from her touch.
Evidently this was what she wanted, because as you leaned forward she grasped a
pussy lip with finger and thumb and held on tightly. The tension stopped you
from moving your self forward and now you stopped moving completely wondering
what it was she would do next. However it wasn't but a few seconds before her
finger probed deeply between those lips.
"My, you certainly are moist inside, could this be your mind says no, but your
body craves the touch after all?" She remarked in such a taunting voice.
You listened and felt shame inside as a blush crept up your chest and face from
her intrusion, still you tried to continue washing and ignore the penetration of
that finger. Your nipples responded and without having to adjust your head tilt
it was possible for you to inspect them and see them hardening.
The woman kept her relentless probing and then her other hand moved up above
your pussy and you felt a palm caress your tummy. The woman remarked, "Your
bladder must be full as your tummy is very tight?" "Perhaps we should take you
to the bathroom and release your fluids?"
"Oh please, that would be better than having to feel so full inside!" You said
with emphasis on the word please.
"I think that you should display an orgasm first, so turn around and lean back
against the sink," said the woman.
You stopped washing a pan and slowly began to turn around seeing the blond hair
if the woman crouched even with your waist. As you looked down you saw red and
hard nipples sticking out from your large breasts and as they filled out over
your ribs you wondered how large they could get. Then you realized that if all
went as hoped, you'd not be a milker but a free woman and back in the states
before long! When the woman touched your pussy again, you were brought back to
reality.
"Spread your feet much wider," she told you while her fingers played with your
swollen lips again.
When you moved your legs apart, you felt another rush of blood swell all over as
this exposure in front of another woman so casually playing with your sex was
not the least part of your normal habits. Still her fingers continued to make
you aroused and nothing it seemed would stop the impending fact that you would
have to allow her the privilege of giving you an orgasm whether you liked it or
not.
Your hands were placed on the sink behind you and while looking down at her
head, you wondered why you had not taken a pan from the sink and conked her with
it yet, as there appeared no one around to stop you at all! Why not you thought
as she manipulated you further along. Then just as you were about to do just
that you heard the door at the top of the steps open and footsteps came down.
You turned to see whom it was and out of the corner of your eye you noticed the
woman look that way also. It was an older man and woman, in fact the same two
who had made you service them in the bakery upstairs. They stepped slowly down
the woman before the man, each holding the rail for support. When they got to
the bottom of the steps, they crossed over to you and the woman, who was still
playing with your lips and probing with her finger.
"What may I ask is it that you need Mother and Father?" said the woman.
You heart jumped as you now knew the relationship of these three. You also began
to look carefully at the features of all taking in account the physical
similarity between them.
