Lena’s Journey, Volumes One through Seven

by Alex Carlsbad

  It is like my breast has been latched on by a tentacle of some alien monster. Every pull of his hungry moth draws the very essence of me into his mouth as he drinks gulp upon gulp of my first milk. Wet slurping sounds and heavy gulps accompany my deep breathing as he then moves on to the other breast emptying it too.

  I haven't cum yet but the sensations shooting from my breasts and cascading down to roil against my clit make my body shake in a never-ending swirl of emotions that bring tears to my eyes.

  He straightens his arms so as to raise his upper chest from me and looks down on me. His expression is tender like that of a doting parent. "My baby sweetheart," he says.

  I lift my chest up, "Master," I pant..

  Then he reaches over and fumbles in the night table and pulls something out from there. I gasp as I raise my head to try and see what it is. What is it he's going to do to me? And then I see he has a kind of fat, bulbous-shaped thing in his hands.

  He scoots down over my heaving chest, past my quivering belly, and kneels between my outspread legs. I feel the odd stubby object, cold and metallic, as he presses it against my butt. It begins to ache, then it starts to hurt and then suddenly, it slides into me as I close in around it. I gasp as my body accepts it in deeper still. It feels as if I have taken it all in, yet I feel a small part sticking out, like a base. Then he suddenly bends forward to lick around and over my wet clit.

  Soon enough I have forgotten about the thing in my butt, except as a dull, somewhat exciting presence, while my hips hungrily seek out his talented tongue. Suddenly I feel his hands rub up and down along my slippery wet sex parting my lips that he then explores with his mouth, his tongue penetrating me and thrusting deep. The tip tickles all the way up against my hymen.

  I cry out, my scream of pent-up lust echoing back from the ceiling of the spacious bedroom as a long wail of pleasure. I moan loudly, feeling my insides stretch and strain against each other luxuriating in his attentions. My head rolls from side to side, my back arches and then he suddenly stops kissing my clit. Instead, his fingers slowly find that awful bulbous thing in my ass pulling at it, drawing it out slowly, making me groan at the new sensation as I feel myself open up, from the inside out this time, sensing the thing slowly slide out of me.

  I have merely an instant to luxuriate in the blissful emptiness before I feel his giant cock slide in there. Miraculously and in spite of my worst trepidations, it doesn't hurt! It simply sinks in deeper and deeper before I start to feel any real resistance. And then, just at the first hints of displeasure, my orgasm slams against my nerves, making my muscles spasm and shake as I feel my master cover me head to toe beneath him while his cock thrusts all the way deep into me.

  This deep, body-splitting thrust does something incredible to my already roiling orgasm kicking it even higher making it sweep stronger over my frayed nerves as I scream in total abandon arching my back and twisting sideways against his heavy body as he rams his cock deep into my ass.

  I feel cramps which add their throbbing pulse onto the twisting maelstrom of sensations ripping through me. He thrusts into me faster and harder as I keep on cumming until my mind suddenly seizes and shuts down and blackness envelops me.

  Slowly, my eyes flutter open again and I come out of my faint. I feel weak and drained, but I take strength from the warmth of my master's body as I feel him lying stretched out by my side.

  “Master…”

  “Yes, slave?”

  “May I speak?”

  “Yes, Lena.”

  “Why did you do it?” I ask.

  A long moment of silence…

  I'm certain he mulls over my question. He probably wonders whether he should challenge me on it but decides against it. I am at peace with the animalistic plunder of my butt. I am his perfect little slave and I know it. This is not what I'm asking about and he knows it.

  “A beautiful young girl's body is like a sleeping set of eyes that need to be awakened. A loving, caring master will help her do that.” Long moments pass. I lie in his embrace, my head against his chest. His heartbeat is slow and steady – like an a metronome, it is counting down. But to what?

  “Why didn't you ask me first?”

  “You mean, ask for your permission?”

  “Yes! It is my body!" I look up and see him smiling down at me. Then his face becomes serious again and his eyes drift away and his voice sounds distant.

  “I did it for three reasons," he says. "One is that you needed to be taught a lesson in trust."

  “But I already trust you," I say.

  “Then why are you angry?”

  “Because you didn't ask me first.”

  “A master is not a master if he needs to ask for permission.”

  “But what if something… Bad happened to me?… From the chemicals in the injection?” I ask, my voice husky with trepidation and concern. Immediately, he sits up and wraps his fist in my hair. He tilts my head sideways and I peer into his steely eyes.

  He speaks slowly.

  "I. Will. Never. Harm. You. Lena! Ever. I will die before anything bad ever happens to you. Besides, I didn't use any "chemical" in the shots I gave you. You just assumed I did, but I didn’t. It was only hospital-grade saline solution. No chemicals. No mind-altering drugs of any sort. No hormones. These shots were mere placebos – something meant to trick you into thinking I was actually administering a medication or drugs of some sort into your body. Something I will never, ever do to you for real.”

  “Oh… But, how then?… I really don't understand," I whisper in disbelief. He sits up and wraps his legs and arms around me looking me straight in the eyes.

  “You are a true gift, Lena," he says gently. His is voice barely audible. "You're not only sensuous, beautiful, smart and loving, but very, very impressionable. I cannot begin to tell you how lucky I feel every morning to have you in my life." His hands are soft and soothing against my skin as he caresses my cheeks.

  "When I was a young man, I traveled the world. I traveled a lot,” he explains. “I already knew I wanted to be a doctor, but I also believed that Western Medicine is merely one of a set of tools that can be used to heal the human body and soul. I spent a lot of time in Asia and various islands in the Pacific. I learned many new ways to control the human mind and use it to make the body heal itself and do things naturally that doctors in the West can only do with drugs and nasty invasive procedures."

  He bends forward and kisses me on the lips, and I kiss him back. "You sweetheart, are so impressionable, that all I needed to make your sweet titties come in milk, were a set of gentle suction cups, which I then coupled to your moments of ecstasy."

  He kisses me again. "I love how big your eyes get when you are surprised." He laughs and I love the sound of his joy.

  "Do you understand now? I merely nudged your body to do naturally what it already felt ready to do anyway."

  “But why…” I say, still trying to grasp the significance of what he is telling me.

  “Why, what, sweetheart?”

  “Why would my body want to make milk? I have no baby to feed. I'm not even pregnant.”

  “Excellent question, sweet child. This brings me to reason number two." He smiles and then takes me into his arms. I feel warm and safe in his strong embrace.

  "Do you know what ANR is?"

  "ANR? No, I don't." I reply.

  "Of course you don't," he sighs regretfully. "Very few people in the West know what it means. Even the most sexually aware amongst us tend to gloss over that technique. It is only still practiced among the more traditional hunter-gather cultures in the world. And even then, it is done so very infrequently. Adult Nursing Relationship, ANR, is when a woman nurses her male partner with her breast milk, even after she has weaned off her baby as it has grown older." I gasp audibly at his words. The thought of an adult man feeding from a woman's breast has never even crossed my mind as a possibility. I find it grotesquely strange, weird even. But then I realize how intensely erotic the experience has t
o feel to the participants, especially if they are already in love.

  I think that my master knows what I'm thinking and gives me a couple of moments to digest the new information before pressing on.

  "This creates a bond between a man and his woman like no other," he says. "From what I have learned and seen, the experience is beyond words. I have been told it is akin to the development of another sense in the human body – one of pure love and infatuation like a channel of unbreakable trust between two persons."

  I feel my master's body gently rock back and forth as he holds me tightly against his strong chest.

  “There is also one added benefit to having you in milk," he says. "One that is especially important seeing as neither of us is keen on putting you on any sort of medications." I don't say a word but look up at him questioningly.

  "Nursing, when done the right way, can play the part of a natural contraceptive," Master says, his voice husky and deep as he looks me in the eyes.

  I grow tense in his grasp.

  And then relax.

  "Does that mean that we will soon do it?" I ask in a small voice.

  "Yes, it does, sweetheart. It does, and I cannot wait."

  The end.

  To be continued.

  Milked in London

  Jennifer and Ben are happily married and working on building their young family. A financial crisis unfortunately rends their idyllic life asunder casting the young blonde mother adrift and shell-shocked in search of a way to help her family survive.

  Mr. Costas, their neighbor happens to be able to suggest a solution. Hopefully, Ben will not find out how suggestible his petite engorged wife turned out to be.

  Schooling the Teacher

  It was supposed to be a simple meeting with a concerned parent, but Laura discovers that Billy’s dad has something else entirely on his mind. The rich older billionaire is an expert when it comes to understanding human nature. He senses that Laura is desperately trying to control a wild sexual beast under her demure teacher facade.

  His professional instinct is proven right yet again when he provokes the young and reserved Ms. Hancock into submitting herself to him.

  Good thing their conference is scheduled last in the day for it will run into serious and hot overtime.

  This is a work of erotic romance intended for a mature audience of at least 18 years of age.

  Elizabeth, His Lordship’s Demure Body-Servant: Volumes 1 through 5

  This is the story of Elizabeth's awakening to a life of service.

  It all happened in less than one full day:

  Lord Benedict made her family an offer they couldn't refuse.

  She accepted to be his body-servant, not that she knew what that meant.

  Then she discovered its meaning and her responsibilities.

  Soon after that — she wanted more.

  Unusual Passions

  Unusual Passions: a Bundle of Four Erotic Stories

  Taken by the Warlord

  When Jason, my husband suddenly passed and left me alone to fend for myself and our three month old son, I thought the world had come to an end. Alone, nursing a small baby in the middle of a Third World country where I did not speak the language, I felt as if I had run head-on into a concrete wall.

  Then they kidnapped us for ransom. Up in the high mountains, hidden away from the world, I watched people be tortured and murdered and I awaited our fate. Every night I lay awake praying for freedom and safety.

  Then we were set free and I discovered that if He truly loved me, God would have never listened to my prayers.

  My name is Michelle and this is my story.

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