Acquisitions For The Talistaun Continue

by W. L. Dowd

  Being located in the corners was clearly for a purpose, the mothers couldn’t block the view from both sides. They had to pick a side, leaving the other open for the men to get a close-up view of the girls as they slipped their mouths over the long thick rubber cocks to work the water from the probes. It took a lot of sucking and stroking up and down to get the precious water to flow from the phalluses. It was the only water available to the milkers so they had no choice but to suck and slurp the life sustaining liquid from the thick rubber cocks. And it was always an exciting show for the folks looking on.

  When it came to the hours prior to milking, when a milker slave found it necessary to drink some water, that several of the local men found it the most enjoyable time to visit the pen. The sight of their large swollen breasts jumbling about as they worked at the water probe was amazing. Often there would be a sex-slave trainer pulling a naked and collared woman to the screen and exclaiming, “See that slut, that’s how you suck a cock!”

  On occasion the women would attempt to discreetly work together to try and block the view of their daughters from both sides. But the Talistaun prided themselves in providing their citizens with exciting views of the suffering slaves, so with the threat of punishment by nipple flies for attempting this stunt, it rarely worked for long.

  With the large clock over the chamber doors showing 9:50 AM, all the women were starting to bunch up at the chamber’s doors. They were now gently shifting about on their high heels, stepping back and forth, and fidgeting about, as they anxiously waited for the doors to open.

  At the peak of her suffering, Kimie started to plead with her mother.

  “Mom, please, if Mr. Amid wants to fuck me, please let him, I’m begging you! I can’t take it much longer. I have to have a cock inside me, I have to.”

  “Honey, I know it’s hard but I’m not sure I can handle seeing you deflowered while mounted to that machine. You deserve so much better than that.”

  “Mom, I don’t care, I really don’t, please let him take me. It’s unbearable how the emptiness inside my vagina tortures me when I climax on the machine. I don’t think I can survive much more of this while still a virgin. Mom please, you can’t let me suffer like this anymore, you just can’t!”

  Turning to Angie, who was close by as usual, Kimie continued, “Angie please, you have to help me. If mom won’t, I’m begging you. Please, if Mr. Amid or another man circles behind us, please help me, please ask him to take my cherry.”

  Looking over to Veronica, who now had an awful tormented look of despair in her eyes, Angie responded, “I, I’m, I’m not sure sweetie.”

  Unsure what to say next, Angie shook her head with uncertainty as Kimie’s pleading eyes caused her heart to sink in her chest. Angie knew how Kimie suffered through the body twisting orgasms that tore through her innocent pussy with each trip to the milking machines. Mounted to a machine right next to Kimie each day, Angie regularly witnessed the relentless effects of the continuous orgasms that gripped her helpless virgin body.

  When the doors finally swung inward and allowed them to enter, Kimie looked to her mom with her large suffering eyes and pleaded, “Pleeeease,” just before the large group of suffering women began to shuffle quickly into the chamber.

  Inside the chamber it was always well lit and very sterile looking. The sparking clean machines were lined-up in double sided rows, allowing the ladies to proceed up the isle-way and pick a machine on the right or left. The milking machines were rather simple in design, made mostly of stainless steel and chrome so they sparkled under the lights. The hard surface floors were also impeccably clean, giving the facility an ominous look of a food-safe processing plant, which essentially is what it was.

  As a result of the daily routines, the slaves had machines picked out for themselves and rarely approached another. Nestling up to the same machine each day gave the ladies a sense of familiarity and a kind of personal comfort level. They knew what to expect from the familiar milk collectors and nipple stimulators, not to mention the specific level of restraint that the machine would impose on their bodies. The process of extracting and collecting the milk from their swollen and sensitive tits was an intensely personal thing, and sharing a machine with another woman didn’t feel very sanitary either.

  Proceeding directly toward their usual three machines, first Veronica stopped at her machine, then Kimie, and finally Angie. Kimie was always sandwiched between her mother and Angie. Positioned and turned to face the machine’s positioning bars, they inched forward until the cold bar made contact with their upper thighs, just below the bend of their hips.

  Looking down at the circular opening that would soon contain their stretched and hard globes, they slowly slid their ankles apart, spreading their legs rather wide, and carefully placing their ankles in the designated restraint openings. With their arms routinely bound behind their backs, they had to maintain their balance as they worked their legs apart. This step in the process was never easy or routine. Once their thighs separated, exposing their sensitive pussies, they immediately felt a sense of humiliating vulnerably wash over them.

  With their ankles now positioned, they slowly bent over the support bar that now nestled into the bend of their hips as their engorged tits pulled at their chest. Aiming for the dreadful openings in the machine, their hanging tits soon fell through the large holes.

  Once the machine’s sensors detected their huge milk bags hanging through the holes, the machine’s restraining bars immediately activated. Like the sound of a rollercoaster’s lap bar closing, the activation of the pneumatic powered restraining bars echoed throughout the room. Soon the bars were closed snuggly around their bound arms which were fastened behind their backs, while at the same time their ankle restraints closed quickly around their delicate ankles. They were now held down tight to the machines with their widely spread legs securely positioned.

  Within seconds, the thick cock shaped feeding probes moved forward, prompting them to open their mouths and allow them in. Like clockwork, the smart machines sensed their mouths covering the tip of the rubber probes and immediately activated the head restraint devices. The units that were now positioned just above their heads, cleverly allowed them to stroke up and down on the probe in order to feed, but would not allow them to lift completely off it.

  The suffering women knew exactly what was coming next. With great precision, the milking machines deployed their primary equipment. The cylindrical milk collectors soon rose from below, sliding up and around their heavy and drooping tits, until the leading edges of the collectors made contact with their chest walls and stopped. Once the collectors stopped rising upward, they immediately started contracting around their milk rich globes. The ingenious collectors continued to close around their helpless jugs until the machine sensed just the right amount of pressure for optimum milking.

  Once the collectors stopped contracting, the women waited with great trepidation for what was coming next. With their eyes closed and their breathing somewhat labored, they awaited the inevitable. It generally took several seconds, which were always agonizing seconds as the anticipation built. But when it started, there was no mistaking it. The room soon began to echo with exasperated moans and groans as the milking rings inside the collectors suddenly began to squeeze tight around the base of their hanging tits. With the first ring tight, the collectors went right to work. With each collector housing five internal compression rings, one ring after another began to contract as the collectors systematically pushed the milk toward their already dripping nipples. With the last ring squeezed tight near the tip of their tits, they quickly released and immediately began again from beginning. But it was the next step in the process that caused the women so much grief.

  Just as the collectors finished their first milking cycle, the dreaded nipple stimulators found their targets. Again, the room filled with the sounds of agonizing pleasure as the stimulators went to work. The devilish things were designed to keep the nipples clean, stimulated and
flowing. With amazing efficiency and effectiveness, they felt like the soft tip of a moist tongue as they lapped at the captives’ sensitive buds.

  It was this relentless stimulation that started their sexual juices flowing. With each cycle of the collectors’ rings, the pressure in their tits was reduced, but that was of little comfort overall. The more their prized milk was forced out through their ripe nipples, while the stimulators lapped and slid across their sensitive nubs, the more intense the sexual fire grew between their legs. It was inescapable and would not relent until their tits were empty.

  Long before their breasts were empty, the tell-tale sounds of orgasm began to fill the chamber. The women who were naturally more sensitive to nipple stimulation began to climax within minutes. Unfortunately for Angie and Veronica, they were among those who were absolutely helpless against the sensations being inflicted upon them. Both of them were easily excited, and regularly experienced multiple orgasms. And doubly unfortunate for young Kimie, she was cursed with her mother’s sensitive nipples, in addition to being a virgin.

  Soon, the sound and scent of female arousal was inescapable. With the virgins making up less than 10% of the population, it was amazing how they made 50% of the noise. With their sexual juices dripping to floor in small puddles, their bodies were brutally gripped in orgasm. Straining to finish their required meals from the cock probes, they struggled to maintain consciousness throughout the session. And for the mothers of these young women, their suffering daughters made it doubly hard for them to endure their own daily rituals.

  But there were a small handful of women who were never blessed with the gift of orgasm. They always struggled to climax, and rarely did so unless it was through masturbation. These lucky women, if you can call them that, now found themselves teetering near the edge but rarely crossing over. Their bodies didn’t quite suffer like the rest.

  By this time in their enslavement, all the milker slaves understood the importance of sucking their designated allotment of nutrition from the rubber cock probes that filled their mouths. The feeding probes were designed to be difficult, but that didn’t stop them from consuming their meals. They understood this was not an option, and unless they finished their thick pasty meals they would not be released from the machines. This left them vulnerable to personalized punishment from behind as their exposed and spread asses were an easy target.

  Fifteen minutes into their session, Mr. Amid arrived at the chamber once again. He was a Talistaun official who frequently visited the facility while the slaves were being milked. He’d taken a special liking to Veronica and Kimie. He got special satisfaction in regularly making Veronica beg him to fuck her, in order to save Kimie from his massive cock.

  He was a very attractive man in his late thirties, and his manhood was unusually large to boot. Each time he entered Veronica’s quivering manhole she was surprised at how completely full she felt. Even with her years of experience as a happily married woman, Mr. Amid’s long fat cock stretched her to her limits. His massive cock probed so deep, the sensation took her breath away on a number of occasions. She couldn’t imagine how her daughter’s young and inexperienced vagina could ever accept such a beast, certainly not as a first time invader.

  As usual, he soon found his way to Veronica’s, Kimie’s and Angie’s vulnerable backsides. Running his hands down the outsides of Veronica’s spread thighs, he spoke.

  “Veronica dear, would you like me to ram my hard shaft into your exposed opening today?”

  Moaning and groaning while at the mercy of the machines, his presence was not a surprise to any of them. In fact, Veronica was expecting him to make her beg and plead to be fucked from behind while the milking machine assaulted her tits. He always seemed to find new ways to humiliate her in front of her daughter. But this time she couldn’t get Kimie’s earlier pleas out of her head. She suddenly felt a level of conflict between her motherly instinct to protect her innocent daughter, and her daughter’s overwhelming need to be fucked.

  Reaching over, he lifted each of their tiny little skirts and tucked them under their bound hands, which were tightly trapped against their lower backs. Bent over as they were, the skirts didn’t cover a thing anyway. But Mr. Amid always took great pleasure in the symbolic act of lifting the useless garments. With all three of them helplessly bent over the machines and vulnerable to his thick probing shaft, he began to run his strong hands over Veronica’s and Kimie’s firm asses.

  Still not ready to allow him the opportunity and pleasure of Kimie’s tight virgin cunt, Veronica began nodding her head in approval to his last question. Unable to lift her mouth off the feeding probe, her words were hard to understand as she attempted to speak.

  “Yes, please fuck me Sir. I’m ready for your cock,” said Veronica in a very garbled tone.

  Kimie was so distraught by her perceived betrayal by her mother that she responded immediately.

  Violently shaking her head in objection, she attempted to speak out from around the rubber cock probe. “No, No, please fuck me, please Sir, take me!” escaped from around the probe that was between her lips.

  Stunned by the young girl’s outburst, he shifted closer to Kimie and ran his hand between her widely stretched legs. Instantly his hand was covered with her slippery flowing feminine juices.

  “Oh my, you do appear ready to be deflowered. Are you sure you’re ready for your first time to be with my 10 inch monster?”

  Nodding her head frantically in approval, she kept trying to speak. “Yes, yes, please do it to me Sir. I’m begging you; I can’t take the emptiness any longer. I’ll do anything you want if you’ll take me for yourself Sir!”

  Slipping his finger between her pussy lips, he quickly found her hard clit poking out from under its protective hoodie. When his fingertip slid across her climax button, her body instantly convulsed with pleasure as more of her juices erupted onto his fingers. Sensing her extraordinary level of excitement, he began to rub her engorged clit.

  Her body reacted with uncontrollable muscle spasms as she twisted and jerked against the hold of the machine. With his finger dancing across her clit, and the nipple stimulators hard at work, she was doomed. Her orgasmic reaction was so uncontrollable that her head jerked downward, forcing the feeding probe deep against the entrance to her throat. The climax tearing through her young body was so violent that she couldn’t lift her head. Soon, a moaning scream echoed from around the probe that was now poking at her tonsils.

  “Veronica, are you sure you don’t want me to end your daughter’s virgin suffering?”

  Stunned by Kimie’s current state while at the mercy of the horrible machine and Mr. Amid’s rubbing fingertip, she was unable to respond. Not only was she torn between protecting her daughter from such a menacing penis, and allowing her the relief she begged for, but she was also dealing with the lusting needs of her own body as it betrayed her once again.

  Veronica could feel her own pussy quivering and drooling. The milking rings were relentless in their task of kneading and massaging the milk from her dangling mammaries, and the action of the nipple stimulators was becoming overwhelming. The sexual energy that was building in her contorted and bound body was growing more intense by the second.

  She knew she needed to respond to Mr. Amid but her thoughts were now distracted by her own body’s imminent climax. All she could do now was bite down on the rubber cock probe in her mouth and endure the orgasmic convulsions that were starting to overtake her. As if someone was slowly turning up the voltage on her, her body shook and jerked as she lost the battle to contain her climax.

  By this point in the milking process there wasn’t a dry pussy in the place. Even the women who rarely showed the signs of an orgasm had glistening pussy holes. Mr. Amid knew it was now prime pussy time in the chamber. There wasn’t a dry slit to be had, and he knew that none of the young women would be able to stop the penetration of his bulbous cock head as it entered their tight canals, regardless of its size.

  Taking his
wet and dripping finger from Kimie’s spasming clit, he reached over to Angie’s ass and slowly ran his fingertip over her puckered asshole. Angie immediately tried to clench her ass cheeks, but her legs were spread too far apart. Soon, the tip of his slippery finger was pressing firmly at Angie’s clenched ring.

  Hearing a faint chuckle from Mr. Amid, she felt the pressure building against her defiant sphincter. But it didn’t take long for her helplessly exposed orifice to lose the battle. Once he broke through, she quickly felt one knuckle, and then the next, slide through her defeated ring. Almost immediately, the fullness in her rectum ignited a whole new wave of uncontrollable pleasure. With her body essentially paralyzed by the invasion, Mr. Amid spoke out.

  “Since her mother’s not answering. What do you think my dear, should I save this young woman from her virgin torment? It would be a shame to loose such a productive virgin milker, but I’m not sure how much longer the poor thing can endure the effects of being milked as a virgin.”

  Probing and gently twisting his finger, Angie was unable to respond. The intensity of the pleasure that swept through her body was inescapable. With her anal ring clamped around the base of his finger like a tourniquet, he chuckled under his breath before he continued.

  “I still don’t fully understand what makes the virgins so susceptible to the forced pleasures of milking, but it sure is special. There’s something magical about the hormonal imbalance of a milkers intact hymen. I’m still amazed at how it causes the innocent young things to climax with such unrelenting intensity that their lungs are unable to take a breath. We’ve had several of them react so violently that they eventually passed out at the peak of climax. It must be terribly disconcerting as they moan and scream until they can’t take another breath, before they fall limp in the grip of the machine.”