"It was working," I told him.
Trevor rolled off of me, and then he raised his head against his palm. He was waiting, knowing full well that I was going to break first.
I pouted out my lower lip, and I promised myself that I wasn't going to do this. If I started stripping for him, then Trevor would have the advantage. No, I wasn't going to be that kind of girl. Sure, I could sleep around with a guy. I could even make him feel he could, letting him touch me or stroking him in return, yet I never allowed him to be in control.
This time, the temptation loomed over me, burning bright along every contour of my body. My nipples ached, and then I realized my pussy was drenched. Somewhere along the way, his kisses and the proximity to this man had turned me on.
Normally, arousal worked in my favor. It hadn't been a vulnerability before this…
What changed?
He looked at me, silent.
Finally, my resolve shattered. I got back up onto my feet, I grabbed the bottom of my tank top, and I peeled it away from my skin, showing him my pink bra.
"Don't forget the jeans," he said to me.
I narrowed my eyes, thinking that I should just leave the room. Couldn’t I just put my tank top back on? Couldn't I just cross that threshold and go find some other guy? Only then, it occurred to me that pretty much everyone at this party had already paired off. What did that mean? If I went out there, would I be stumbling around, alone?
And why did that idea make me feel so incredibly nervous?
Biting down on the inside of my mouth, I unbuttoned my jeans, and I shimmied out of that denim. So I stood there with my hands on my hips in nothing but my underwear.
Finally, Trevor climbed off of his bed, and circled me. I could feel his eyes on me, exploring every inch of my body. "I think you're going to need a little bit of work," he said. He pinched my ass. "This is nice, but you could stand to lose a couple of pounds.”
No way! He didn’t just say that to me!
Blazing rage shot through me…but I didn’t do anything about it.
“Lose the bra. Lose the panties.”
“What? No, I can't!" This wasn't going the way I expected, not at all.
He came up to me, he pressed his body against mine, and then he leaned in, gently kissing the curves of my neck. "Why don't you get naked?" I asked him, doing my best to sound seductive. Tantalizing.
It didn't work.
His hand came down, he struck my ass, and the jolt of pain caught me off guard.
"Lose the bra panties right now," he said.
I broke away, stumbling back. I turned my head, looking at the doorknob. It would have been so easy to grab, to turn, and to flee out into the hallway. Somehow, I couldn't bring myself to do it. I faced Trevor again, my face bright red.
I knew what I had to do.
I shrugged off my bra, and then I poked my hands into the elastic of my panties. I pulled them down, exposing my slit. Hot embarrassment raced along my skin, especially when he started circling me again. "Yes, you are going to do very nicely."
He came up to me, he started to kiss me, and it felt so good. Then his hand went down to my pussy, and he fingered me, just like that. No one ever penetrated me so quickly, no one ever touched me like that, but I—I liked it.
I craved more, so I pushed forward, letting his digits explore me. He caressed my clitoris, stroking me. I was wet before he started touching me. Now I felt absolutely drenched. And every time I tried to reach for his pants or to kiss him myself, he pulled back.
He was teasing me. On some level, I understood this, but then he took his hand all the way back out, and he held his fingertips up against my mouth.
"Go ahead," he said. "Lick them clean. Show me what you can do with that now."
"Isn't there something you would rather I do?"
With his free hand, he grabbed my ponytail, forcing my head back. Pain spread through my scalp, but I just glared at him. Damn it! Why wasn't he letting me manipulate him? Why wouldn't he let me play with him the way every other guy had done?
Unfortunately, the temptation proved too great. He released my ponytail, and I didn't utter another word. Instead, I opened my mouth, and I started licking his fingers, exactly as he wished.
Allowing this man to control me, I sucked on his fingers. The flavor of my own juices burned along my taste buds.
When I finally finished licking his fingers clean, he didn't start kissing me again. He didn't even resume fingering me. Naked and willing, I would've done anything for him, but instead he grabbed the cup of beer and he held it out to me.
"Go ahead. Finish it off."
"But, but I could…please you,” I finished, sounding lame.
"Drink. That's what I want you to do right now."
Gasping, I wanted him to take me. I wanted him to touch me and fuck me.
Instead, I took a couple of more sips of beer. The world started spinning, and I collapsed almost immediately. Fortunately, Trevor was there to grab me.
The treadmill sped up again, only this time I was whimpering at the top of my voice. Whatever oxygen I had left over, I used it to cry out, bleating like some farm animal. I kept shaking my head. By this point, those droplets of perspiration had turned to full beads of sweat that ran down my naked body.
Not only that, my breasts were even larger now, at least two cup sizes bigger then when I arrived on campus.
What was going on? What was happening? What were these people trying to do to me? Those thoughts kept pounding through my brain even as I attempted to speak. I couldn't take much more of this.
Okay. It was time.
Every time those chains tightened, electricity shot through them. In turn, I was the one who endured the shock of punishment. Someone wanted to train me. Maybe this was some sort of experiment, I considered.
But if I could tear the chains free from their mountings, then maybe I would be able to finally get off of this stupid thing.
I gritted my teeth, and I yanked with everything I had. Of course, the chains were tight, but I pulled as hard as I could, summoning up every iota of strength my body possessed.
The chains went taught again, electricity blasted through them, jumping down to my skin. It felt like every nerve in my body lit up with a sharp snap, but I didn't stop. Something had to break. Something had to give.
Finally, I couldn't take anymore. I started scrambling, crawling forward as fast as I could. Then I was just gasping, panting through my nostrils. I shouted again, my eyes wet with tears. I wasn't going to cry or bawl, but I had to wonder how much more of this I could take.
From there, I stopped thinking about escape. It wasn't going to happen.
The minutes kept going by, and I kept crawling, moving along like an animal. Lift my arm, my leg, lift my arm, lift my leg, again and again and again, stretching into some countless void.
Then my strength finally gave out.
I stopped crawling along on the treadmill. I just couldn't take anymore.
On some level, I wondered what was going to happen.
The chains’ slack disappeared one more time, but I didn't have the strength to care. Even another dose of electrical punishment wouldn’t be enough to get me back up. I just didn't have the fortitude to do this anymore.
The chains went tight, only this time the treadmill finally stopped.
As I panted, my chest rose and fell. More than anything, I wanted to suck down long pulls of oxygen, but I couldn't, not with that stupid gag-mask over the bottom half of my face.
For a long time, I couldn't even move. Every muscle in my body felt like it had been converted to lead.
Then the door behind me opened.
"Nicely done, Sasha. You lasted the longest."
I had no idea what those words meant, and I didn't even care. But then I recognized the voice. It belonged to Trevor.
Somehow, that revelation gave me the strength to push myself back up onto my hands and knees. I stretched my neck, turning my head, and I face
d him, doing my best to appear defiant.
"Oh, look at that. You're all sweaty! Don't worry. I can get you cleaned up."
He shut the door again, and I whimpered, shouting at him come back. A few seconds later, the door opened, but my eyes went wide. He held the hose right there. He pulled the trigger on the nozzle, and cold water immediately started shooting all over my body.
At first, it felt really good. After all, the water was cold on my hot skin.
He kept going, spraying it all over. Then he actually walked into the small room, blasting the liquid right between my legs. Embarrassment flashed through me, especially when he aimed for my slit. I was getting horny again. I couldn't help myself! I started panting. I actually spread my legs for him, making it easier to get the spray along my pussy.
"You like that, don't you? Yeah, you're just a dumb cow now. You'll do anything for an orgasm, won't you?" Obviously, Trevor didn't expect a response.
He finally shut off the water, long before I could enjoy an orgasm.
The arousal faded to the back of my mind as he took a towel and started wiping me off. I was still damp by the time he finished.
"Come on," he said to me.
He reached into his pocket, he slipped something around my neck, and I felt too weak to actually fight. Sure, I switched my head back once, but he smacked my ass, and I couldn't help but remember how he spanked me in his bedroom.
That one little taste of corporal punishment was enough to make me comply. He collared me. Then he attached a leash.
Just like that, he tugged, calling me out of the small room. "Come on, girl. Get out here. It's time for you to get your first test. You need to be graded."
After the repeated shocks and time on the treadmill, I didn’t have much strength left. So I decided to horde it, to cling to my last reserves of energy. At some point, I was going to see an opportunity, and I needed to be ready.
Obediently, I crawled out of the room, and I found myself in a corridor. The hallway stretched to my left and right. There were a variety of different doors, each one numbered. Up ahead, I saw another young woman. Naked just like me, she had a collar around her neck, and there was another college guy leading her along.
Trevor tugged on my leash, guiding me forward. I followed obediently once again, bowing my head even as I snuck glances all around. At some point, I was going to need as much information as I could get.
Behind me, I saw another college guy with another girl. Just like me, her breasts seemed huge. They hung down, practically begging for attention.
Seeing her breasts made me think of my own nipples and how badly I wanted someone to touch them.
Trevor.
I didn't just want anyone to fondle me. I wanted him to run his fingers along those curves. I wanted him to touch me, to pinch me, to feel me up and fondle me. In fact, I zoned out completely even as he led me along on a leash.
The next thing I knew, we were in a large room. There were four platforms right in the middle. College guys stood off to the sides, watching. I glanced over at the girls, my eyes immediately freezing. I didn't know what I was seeing, not at first.
Each girl was strapped down, her forearms and shins strapped into place by leather manacles. Considering everything else that had already happened, that made sense. But what actually shocked me were the suction cups and tubes stretching from each girl’s chest down to some kind of machine. And there was a sound, like pumping.
What the hell was going on?
For the first time, Trevor kneeled beside me, and he leaned over, whispering into my ear. "Sasha, they are being milked. Those machines are pumping their breasts. The exact same thing is going to happen to you. Then your milk is going to be graded, and the kind of cow you are will be determined."
Cow? Why did he call me that? I glared at him again, wishing that I could speak. I tried anyway, murmuring and mumbling, not that he could understand me. In fact, Trevor just laughed, and he patted me on the head, making this all sound like it was some kind of joke.
Watching, I witnessed one girl after another being milked. Then it was my turn. I looked at the platform, and I decided that I couldn't do this. I started shaking my head, and I immediately tried to run away.
It was supposed to be simple. Inside my head, I pictured myself jumping back up onto my feet. I would grab at the leash, I would tear it from Trevor's hands, and then I would sprint for the doorway. It was supposed to be easy and elegant, a simple way for me to show him that he couldn't control me.
Only I tried to get back up on my feet, and another dose of electricity shot through me. This time, it didn't come from any manacles around my wrists. Those were long gone. Instead, the jolts seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. Right away, I moaned and dropped back down on all fours.
Beside me, Trevor chuckled. "Maybe I should have warned you about that. While you were unconscious, some of our friends at the medical school put implants in you. You aren't allowed to get up on your feet anymore. If you try, well, there are some pretty unfortunate consequences."
Implants? What the hell was he talking about?
Because I couldn't believe it, I made another attempt. I tried to climb up onto my feet, but the second I started to shift my weight, it happened again. Another burst of electricity flared along my pain receptors, knocking me back down.
"It's funny how long it takes them to learn sometimes," another guy said to Trevor.
"Yeah, I think this one has a lot of potential, but she's probably going to be very stubborn."
"Sometimes they can be the most fun," replied that other guy. "You get to break her."
No one was going to break me. No one was going to domesticate me! I wasn't a cow!
But then, Trevor tugged on my leash again, and I simply refused to move. Fine, I couldn't walk, but that didn't mean I had to cooperate either.
"Bad cow," he said to me when I refused to budge.
Another dose of electricity hit me, flashing through my skin. It happened in an instant, yet it was enough to nearly knock me down on my side. It was only the fact that I was already on my hands and knees that I managed to stay up.
"Are you a smart girl? Can you figure out how this works? Or are you going to be a bad cow?" Just as those last two words left his lips, another blast of electricity hit me. Again, I managed to stay upright, but now I knew that I couldn’t win.
I started crawling forward.
"Cow, I asked you a question. Are you going to be a smart girl for me? Are you going to do as you're told?"
Gagged, I obviously couldn't respond, not with words. But that's not what interested him. Instead, he looked into my eyes, waiting for me to do something else. I nodded.
"That's a good girl." He ran his fingers along the back of my neck, just above my collar. Then he positioned me on the platform. He placed my legs and arms in specific spots. And he strapped me down.
As each buckle went into place, I knew that I was losing more and more of my freedom. Finally, he finished, and I gave a tentative tug on my new restraints. The implants hidden somewhere in my body made it virtually impossible for me to defy this man, but something compelled me to try anyway.
Next, he attached the suction cups to each of my breasts.
"This is going to feel so good for you."
I didn't know what he meant, but then he flipped a switch. Suddenly, I could feel the suction on my nipples, the pulling and tugging. My nipples immediately hardened. Even so, the machine insistently worked me.
The pressure only increased, and then I could feel it, just a few droplets at first. But I was being milked! This milking machine pulled streams of white lactation from my left breast, then my right, and back again. It pumped me hard, all while Trevor and his friends watched.
At first, I thought this was only going to take a few seconds. But then he kept going, and something else happened. I could feel the arousal start to spread through my body. Yes, I was horny, but I never expected anything like this. There i
s no way for me to resist the onslaught suddenly flashing through every part of my body.
Gasping for air, I still couldn't breathe through my mouth. I needed to concentrate, to somehow relax. But then Trevor got tired of talking with his friends. He came up behind me, and he ran his fingertips along the skin of my back, toward my knee, then up my thigh. His every touch sent fresh tingles racing through my flesh.
"You like that, don't you? You like being a good little cow. And I have to say, you look really good with this gag on you. Seriously, I could tell you were going to be a chatterbox from the first time I laid eyes on you. But this way, you don't get to waste my time by trying to speak. Instead, I'm going to get to use you, and you're going to like it."
Somehow, I couldn't let that stand. I started shaking my head.
"Oh? You don't think I can make you like this?”
I shook my head again, just trying to defy him. I wanted this man to realize that he wasn't going to be able to win. No matter what he had planned, it simply wasn't going to work!
But then he fingered me.
He worked his hand down between my legs, and he stroked me, touching me like I was nothing but an animal in need of a particular kind of stimulation. Each stroke struck me as clinical, calculating and strategic.
But it worked.
Pleasure bloomed throughout my system. I started gasping again. Between the double stimulation of his fingers between my legs and the milk pump, I didn't know how much more I could tolerate.
But then the machine sped up, working harder and faster, using me. Squirt after squirt of milk left my breasts, sliding through those tubes and into a container.
He stroked me all the way until I climaxed, coming right there in a room full of people. Embarrassment raced through my skin, but there was nothing I could do about it. I was naked and on display, getting milked like some kind of farm animal.
But then finished, and his fingers were wet with my excitement. With his free hand, he removed each of the suction cups. Then he held his wet fingers in front of my face. "You want to lick my fingers again? Oh, I guess you can't."
Trying to rebuild my dignity, I glared at him.
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