The Milk b***h Trilogy

Chapter Seven-2

Apprehensively, Gina saw something about the cup catch Ward’s eye. Dr. Roland offered Ward the bag. “Please take a look. These are my own invention.”

The doctor smiled dryly. “I’ve been told when they’re first fitted to the breast they create a sensation of burning. But they produce only minimal bleeding and no damage. In many ways they’re similar to acupuncture needles … and you have no idea how useful they are!”

Gina strained to understand the conversation. Her anxiety soared at Ward’s next question. “Do your test subjects willingly let you use these on them?”

“Well, they don’t know what’s being done before they have them on,” Dr. Roland smile was now sinister, “and the money they’re paid for participating in the research is a powerful incentive for most.” The doctor looked away for a moment and cleared his throat. “With a few we’ve used stronger methods to prepare them.” He glanced over at John. “John can be quite convincing when he makes the effort. … If we think a girl is particularly promising we may sedate her even though it distorts the test results somewhat.”

“I’ll be interested to see how Gina responds.” Gina heard Ward’s tone change, heard it become quieter, more even. Her body tensed and cold chills ran down her spine. “Would you like to show them to her?”

“Of course we normally don’t, but if you’d like me to …” Dr. Roland brought the inside of the cup in front of Gina’s face. The surface waved and shimmered in the harsh light as if lined with fur. She strained to see.

When she realized the silver metal was not covered with fur but with a layer of fine needles half an inch long, her eyes opened wide with fear. She tried to speak but only garbled panicked sounds came from around the metal bars. “Aoohhh! Aohhh! Aaaiiiyyy!” Ward moved so she could see him. He smiled silently down at her and stroked her cheek through the metal frame.

Gina’s stomach knotted with fear. She felt ill when John pressed his body against her side. Although she could barely see his face she could tell he smiled nastily to himself as he rubbed his rigid c**k ever-so-slightly against her immobilized body.

Dr. Roland and John each held a cup over one of Gina’s breasts. Dr. Roland explained, “We do this simultaneously so the girls fuss less. The sensation is more intense,” Gina saw Ward nod in approval, “but of shorter duration.” The doctor sniffed loudly. “Their fussing can be very annoying!”

Gina again glimpsed John’s covert, frigid smile. She knew he did not find the girls’ ‘fussing’ in the least annoying.

“Get ready, John.” The men set the cups on top of Gina’s breasts. They reached through the centre holes and grabbed her n*****s. She felt tiny pinpricks in her soft skin. The sensation was stimulating, almost itchy. “Now!” They pulled her n*****s through and pressed the cups against her flesh.

Gina’s breasts felt like they were burned with a million tiny brands. Waves of pain washed over her. She tried to scream but the metal in her mouth made her choke on the sounds.

Somewhere in the periphery of her consciousness, she felt John’s hard c**k jam into her side. An instant later John reached into her mouth and grabbed her tongue. She had no idea what he did but her tongue now too felt like it was on fire. With every wave of pain, a sound somewhere between a moan and a wail came unbidden from her mouth. The sounds came over and over until she heard Ward’s voice. “Lie there and take it, b***h. Be quiet!”

John snapped the two narrow metal pieces he had pressed into her tongue into thin side bars hanging from the knobs at the corners of her mouth. A twist of the knobs and her delicate pink tongue was stretched straight out to its full length with the part penetrated by the metal pieces locked outside of her mouth. Then he suspended a steel cup from the bars and tightened it under her chin.

Dr. Roland dolefully shook his head. “You can see why we restrain them. John is much better at applying the tongue plates than I am. He’s younger and quicker, you know. The cup, as you can probably guess, is to collect saliva. The subjects’ fluids seem to be quite useful indicators for various factors.”

Gina tried to obey Ward’s instructions. She forced herself to be quiet and then … the pain seemed to change character, to change to intense and (could it be?) thrilling stimulations in her nerve endings. Now she felt her breathing quicken and deepen, drenching her cells with oxygen. The same kind of drugged feelings she’d experienced in Ward’s bed ebbed and flowed in thick curtains through her body. As endorphins flooded her consciousness and her vision blurred, she hummed quietly to herself.

Gina’s hum brought the doctor’s head up with a start. He raised his eyebrows in Ward’s direction. “Her responses are extremely interesting. I believe it’s essential to test them further at my research facility once the milk is flowing. There we have a group of test subjects who wear these cups continually.

“They not only provide a sonogram but can also monitor cellular characteristics through the electrical activity in the cells.” The doctor’s expression was both mournful and exasperated. “Really! This prohibition against research on human subjects is SO short-sighted! To think that I have to keep these beneficial devices hidden from the scientific community!”

He sniffed again but then smiled. “An electrical charge can also be sent back through the cups into the milk ducts and the sensory tissues in the tongue. The group wearing the cups receive doses of electrical current at regular intervals throughout the day, especially while they’re milked.” The doctor smiled happily. “The ionized milk is quite invigorating. When you visit the facility, you must try some of your b***h’s.”

Dr. Roland moved aside to allow John to roll a device between Gina’s legs. It resembled a generator, with a long metal pole with two p***s-shaped probes in a U configuration extending from the middle of rubber membranes attached to its end.

“This is another of my inventions.” The doctor turned one of the dials and the probe extended and retracted. The farther he turned the dial the faster the probe moved. “This device not only gives a sonogram it also measures the degree of contraction of the vaginal and anal walls and the amount of fluid expulsion. It can tell us very precisely if she is approaching orgasm.”

He held out his gloved fingers to John. John squirted a little lubricant on the fingertips. The doctor painstakingly covered Gina’s anus with a thick clear coating. He spread the tight little orifice with his middle and fore fingers, working them into the resilient tissues.

The pace of the doctor’s probing increased while his aquiline nose descended, until the doctor was bent almost double and the nose was only inches away from its target. In the midst of all of the sensations swirling through her, Gina caught Ward’s satisfied smile.

Suddenly, with a large sniff, Dr. Roland came to himself. He watched the screens and pressed the device deep into both of her cavities. Gina gave a little gasp.

John lowered a small milking machine on a suspension arm over Gina’s breasts. He smiled maliciously at her and stealthily rubbed his c**k against her side. He selected a set of rubber suction cups from a box on a side table, attached them to the machine’s flexible tubing, then fitted them to Gina’s n*****s.

Ward smiled down at Gina strapped immobile to the table, her head encased in metal with her tongue protruding and drool running out of her mouth, metal cups and plates pressing needles into her breasts and tongue, tubing attached to her n*****s and a f**k machine inserted into her cunt and ass. He caressed Gina’s cheek. “How pretty my little fuckbitch looks tied to the table and with all the devices attached to her body. Daddy wishes he had his camera.”

He turned to Dr. Roland. “Could her head be raised so she can see what’s being done to her?”

As the table’s back ground upward and Gina’s torso and head lifted, drool spilled out of her mouth and filled the steel cup. The viscous liquid almost completely covered her chin and rose back toward her mouth. Her chin felt slimy and cold. She began to gag. “John, please change the chin cup.”

Through the haze covering her vision, Gina looked down at the body hooked to the strange tubes and devices. It belonged to her but it seemed so far away. Her consciousness was filled with impulses she knew came from the cups. She remembered they’d hurt so badly but now they did something else to her, something strange and euphoric. She tried to smile at Ward but her mouth wouldn’t move. He smiled back at her, though. Ward always understood. She looked back down at the body and waited for whatever sensations came next.

“John,” said Dr. Roland, “suction please.” The pump whirred softly as John reached overhead and turned a dial. Gina n*****s were sucked into the machine. The suction hurt. She heard small hurt sounds come from her mouth. Suck, pain, release, suck, pain, release. Over and over. The layers of sensations intensified. They flowed deep into Gina’s insides. She heard herself moan, “Oooaah.”

Dr. Roland stared at the machine’s screens. “Yes, everything looks in prime condition and her glands are definitely responding.” Suddenly Dr. Roland looked startled and worried. “Her vaginal walls have already begun to contract against the probe and secrete fluid. Is she going to have an orgasm?”

“I don’t know,” Ward replied cautiously, “since I don’t have experience with these machines. I suppose the pain and stimulation could cause her to c*m. She’s not like your other test subjects. The machines scare her but they excite her too.

“I think it’s highly unlikely though. Her body has a quirk making it almost impossible for her to reach a climax, no matter how aroused she is. I’ve had to work hard to get her to c*m. I finally figured out I needed to apply extreme stimulation directly to her clit.”

Dr. Roland’s face was grave. “It’s important you understand that the initial production of milk as well as its quantity and quality is enhanced by s****l arousal. You see, optimally she should not have an orgasm until the milk is flowing. However at the same time she needs to be continually stimulated. You can see the problem if she has an orgasm.”

Ward looked thoughtful. “I really don’t think you need to worry about it. It’s worth finding out how far we can push her, though. Don’t you think so?”

Dr. Roland nodded vigorously. “Yes, the outcome you suggest would be well worth our possible failure. So let’s take the chance.” Dr. Roland turned a dial. Beyond the tubes and the straps, Gina saw the pole sticking out of the body start to move. She felt the device rotate slowly against her female organs – not only in her v****a. It also split apart her tender anus. The nerves around the opening cried out as the hardness repeatedly forced its way inside.

Clouds rolled across Gina’s vision. She seemed to be somewhere watching the sensations. Somewhere in their midst, she felt her asshole give itself up to the unrelenting thrills and open itself to the machine.

“She’s contracting and producing fluid. Well, we might as well see what happens.” The doctor turned the dial further. Gina felt the hardness beating against her female tissues. Sensations radiated in all directions from everywhere in her body. Through a wall of thick clouds she could feel the pressure to c*m building deep within her. She looked up at Ward, pleading through glazed eyes. But he just smiled down at her.

Gina’s eyes rolled back in her head and the waves swept her away on top of them. She wanted to c*m so badly. She needed to c*m! She was almost there but her body would not allow it. She writhed and wept in frustration.

Dr. Roland’s eyes glowed with excitement. “You can see why her inability to have an orgasm is so interesting. If we do not have to moderate the arousal to prevent orgasm who knows what milk quality we could attain.”

Suddenly the clouds were torn away. Garbled screams came from her mouth. The awful overwhelming frustration had driven her back into her body and it hurt. She looked up at Ward, tears streaming down her cheeks.

But Daddy looked down at her pitilessly. “Poor little b***h can’t c*m. I told you you’re here for Daddy’s purposes. Now be quiet.”

“I’ve collected all the data I can, and actually it should be enough. John …” Gina’s opened her eyes and struggled not to scream when she felt John’s fingers on her tongue. He smiled evilly at her as he played with the plates, lingering, she saw in his eyes, to scare her and to please himself. She felt his hard p***s again forced into her side as he gouged her with the needles when he removed the plates. His motions appeared clumsy but his eyes told her that he was trying to hurt her … and he did.