by Jolene Avonn
Then I noticed my shorts – they were soaked completely through. My thighs were still warm and wet from my own juices, and even more surprising, I found my hand drifting that way again.
“More?” I whimpered. My body was turning into something new. Something wonderful. Every touch was a million times more pleasurable than before.
The tinctures. The salves. Master. Mother.
I fell to my cot and turned on my side, my hand tight between my legs. I could resist no more – I curled a finger between my quivering lips and shoved it deep, rougher than I’d ever been myself, and thrust into oblivion. I came so hard that my pussy gripped my finger like a tight glove. My clit was raw and burning with an energy unfamiliar to me. I faded into a heady oblivion, temporarily sated.
~~~
I had fallen asleep after one after another tremendous climax. When I awoke, a noise echoed in the pitch black room. A knock? The door slamming? At first, I didn’t know.
Then a hand gripped my shoulder and I was certain.
“Oh!” I cried out sleepily. “Alex?” I’d dreamed that he saved me.
Only a grunt in reply. A warm, musky scent near the figure’s arm reminded me of times I inhaled deeply from Alex’s old shirts in the laundry, but my heart pounded in crazy fear, driving away any sort of rational thought.
I was pulled from the cot and pushed roughly to my hands and knees. Without any pretense of kindness, or any warning, my shorts and smock were torn from my body. My reactions were still dulled by Maggie’s ministrations; I could only moan softly and struggle to fight off the panic flooding my mind. The darkness made everything more terrifying.
Yet...my body called for him. I wanted him. I wanted what I knew was coming, though I’d never been taken by any man before.
The man’s hands found my ass and, after squeezing them hard enough to make me yelp, they pushed me forward. I crawled until my head bumped into a wall. He’d wedged me into a corner.
“Silence, woman,” a rough voice commanded.
Alex? To this day, I’m still not sure.
A voice in the back of my mind told me to resist, to fight back, to kick out...but I truly didn’t want to. There was a warm comfort flooding me, despite my fears.
I had no choice but to tilt my face down.
“More!”
The hand shoved my face to the floor. My ass went high in the air, my cheek firm against a hard wood plank. Almost instantly, a firm smack on my right cheek set my ass stinging...the thrill made my pussy surge with the same intense heat from earlier in the day. I heard a sharp intake of breath, and then I felt something new and wonderful.
A broad, sandpapery, and wet tongue swept up between my legs, from the tiny layer of hair above my pussy, over my clit, all the way to my bottom and even thrilling my tightly puckered ass before descending for another stroke. Each luscious lick was wetter than the last. I cried out and tipped up to allow the dark figure more access. My pussy opened and on one pass the tongue dipped into my love tunnel, sending a series of tight spasms to my center. Just when I was about to lose myself to another paroxysm, the tongue disappeared and I sighed in disappointment.
“Make not a noise,” the voice commanded, huskier this time.
A new shiver of fear washed over me. I’d never been penetrated before, and the power seemed to wash off this man in waves. I bit my lip and squeezed my eyes shut, my face still wedged awkwardly into the corner.
The man placed his cock against my slick opening. Without warning, he surged forward with a thrust that took my breath away. A blinding red filled my vision, followed by a sharp pain as my tightest membrane gave way.
Not waiting for me to adjust, the man pulled back. I felt my cunt grip him like a sheath. He slammed forward again. Our flesh smacked together and I was shoved into the wall so hard my teeth clacked together. Then another hard thrust. And another. The man grunted as he penetrated me with a cock that must have been enormous. The pain didn’t subside like I thought it would, not for a long time. I held tight to a thin strip of moulding along the wall and bit down harder on my lip. I tasted my own salty blood and whimpered under the barrage of blows.
“No noise!” the man grunted again. “There shall not be pleasure until you’re proven.”
He was fucking me so hard that his own breath came in gasps and grunts, just like mine. He pulled hard on my long braid and jerked my head wildly up and down. I felt shameful tears burning my eyes and trickling over my cheeks. I couldn’t help crying out under the pounding.
“Oh! Oh! Please! Oh! No!” escaped my lips, and the noise spurred the man to fuck me brutally. His cockhead plunged savagely into my depths. He hit my farthest wall, sending shocks of pain along my spine. His heavy balls slapped against my thighs and pussy as he descended in to the hilt, then retreated and pounded forward again. The savage motion drew copious fluids from me – a mix, I’m afraid, of fearful piss and a gushing pre-cum. I soaked myself and his thighs and the floor underneath, and felt even more humiliated at my lack of control.
Adding insult, my engorged tits bounced wildly against my chin and stomach, back and forth as the man battered me from behind. Warm, sticky fluid seeped from my nipples – the forced lactation was nearly constant now, and the man must have sensed it. One hand found my right breast and he squeezed it cruelly until a stream of milk splashed against my cheek and sprayed the nearby wall.
The man’s fury increased and his cock swelled full inside me. Then, with a final painful thrust, he climaxed and sent a burst of hot cum straight into my depths. A second wave filled me before the beast-like man withdrew quickly and delivered a series of spurts onto my back and hips, coating me with thick, hot semen. The sheer volume was incredible. I felt completely covered as the fluids ran down my back and dripped along my torso, mixing with the milk and sweat and my own juices.
I sagged into the corner and collapsed on to my side. The man stood over me, jerking the last of his load on to my chest and face, and then he knelt down to grip my chin in his hand.
“This is but the beginning, little one,” he whispered. “Only time will tell if you can survive.”
He stalked toward the door, exited the room, and clicked two locks before I descended into my own personal darkness. All I knew that night was a dull ache between my legs, sticky wetness leaking from my tits, and the now-steady drumbeat in my chest...
...the one calling for more.
I wiped my face clean as best I could, sneaking a taste of the man’s sticky cum. My eyes had finally adjusted to the dark, and I saw a bowl across the room. I tried to stand and couldn’t – my legs were wobbly, and my hips sore from the rough encounter. I crawled slowly to the bowl and drank from it hungrily. It was a thin soup, just enough to sustain me.
Later, I felt the familiar twinges and swelling in my breasts and knew that I’d been given another dose. I passed out next to the bowl, naked and cum-soaked and no longer a virgin.
~~~
When sunlight slashed through my room’s window I discovered I had found my way back to my cot, or someone had helped me in the night. A fresh set of clothes sat on the chair. A pot of tea was next to the cot.
I sipped from a cup and the beverage soothed me.
I was naked under the sheets again. My midsection, especially my newly used pussy, still ached from the mysterious man’s girth. I tasted a trace of his salty cum, but otherwise my body was clean.
I lifted the covers and studied my body. My breasts were flushed and swollen. Larger than the day before. My nipples were distended and taut. I couldn’t believe their size. Even more, the sense of each tit being so completely full was disturbing. I didn’t know what to do, except to reach down and squeeze one until a stream of milk seeped forth. It brought instant, but fleeting, relief. I’d have to milk them dry if I wanted any comfort.
I was preparing to sit up and begin milking myself in earnest when Maggie entered. Once again, she enraptured me immediately.
“Rielle,” she said, carrying a me
dium-sized bucket to my side. “It is me, Maggie. Your Mother. I trust you are...okay after yesterday’s developments.”
I instinctively reached for her hand and brought it to my cheek.
“Yes, ma’am,” I whispered. “I think I’m okay. It...it hurt very much.”
“I know,” Maggie said, stroking my hair. “It is simply his way. We all must pass the trials. And it appears you have.”
She ignored the bucket for a few minutes, focusing instead on unwinding the fraying braid of my hair and re-braiding it with care. Her warmth enveloped me, and I found a secret thrill in nuzzling against her large bosom as she worked. Her breasts hung down like pendulums when she reached across me, each nipple teasing me with its tender skin and trickle of sweet milk.
Finally, my braid refreshed and perfect, Maggie asked me to kneel by the cot. I slid out from under the blankets and made for the chair and my fresh clothes, but she stopped me.
“No, dear,” she said gently. “Kneel here and then lean over this bucket. I’m here to bring you relief. You are quite sore, aren’t you?”
I nodded and dropped to the floor. My breasts were so heavy I could barely hold myself upright.
Maggie pulled the chair over, sat with the bucket between her feet, and motioned me forward. I wobbled toward her until I could brace myself on her spread knees. She scooted forward on the chair and reached for my right breast.
“This will be quite pleasant,” she whispered. That was when I was certain she enjoyed my body as much as I was enjoying hers.
As she began to milk me, I tilted even more forward. I rested my cheek on her warm inner thigh, my face only six inches from her sex. She smelled wonderful – musky, earthy, and sweet. She reached around and under my arms to grasp my tit firmly, then began tugging down in a firm, quick motion.
It was like a small orgasm right behind my nipple. After two squeezes, I heard milk spray into the bucket. I felt it surge forth from my tit. Immediately, tears flooded my eyes. The pleasure and relief was so immense that I couldn’t contain my emotions. After five surges of milk I was bawling into Maggie’s lap.
“There there,” she said, over and over. “There there, Rielle. The tinctures and salves have worked wonders. Master will be very happy.”
I mumbled “Thanks” into her bare thigh and continued inhaling deeply. My body responded to Maggie incredibly, and as she continued to jerk skillfully on my tit, I cherished the heat building in my cunt. I started to inch forward, trying to bury my face in her sex, but just as I was within an inch of her hot center, she stopped milking and pushed me to my haunches.
I stared up at Maggie. Her cheeks were flushed.
“Please,” I begged.
“We cannot,” she whispered. “Not now. That is only the tincture talking. But there is one more trial you might find...pleasurable.”
She pulled a small satchel from under the chair and withdrew a dramatically curved phallus that was made from a pliable, jelly-like rubber. The unique dildo had a soft rope attached to the end. Leaving me squatting and dripping into the bucket, Maggie moved behind me and stroked the small of my back just right – I had no choice but to arch in eager response.
I heard a few soft, slick sounds as she smoothed something over the dildo, and then I yelped as its cool head pressed somewhere entirely unexpected. While I waited for her to penetrate my quivering pussy, Maggie instead guided her toy to my tensed pucker. She continued stroking my back, whispering to soothe me, and guided the curved cock past my tight ring of muscle until three or four inches were firmly embedded in my ass.
I groaned hard, trying to fight the shock of pain and the urge to squeeze down tightly. Maggie returned to her seat and gave the soft rope a light tug, which pulled the curve cock further inside. The sensation was at once thrilling, frightening, and incredible – I tilted forward and cried out as she pulled again and began lightly fucking me with the dildo.
“Oh! My!” I gasped, falling into her lap again.
Maggie draped the rope over my shoulder and began milking my left tit, alternating squeezes with light tugs on the rope to thrill my ass as she worked.
This new insertion transformed me into a writhing mess. I was a handful for Maggie in more ways than one – I couldn’t hold still, my huge breasts swayed side to side, spurting milk outside the bucket and all over the floor, and I began to surge against her as she tugged the rope. I slid a hand down my sweat-damp tummy and worked two fingers frantically against my cunt. I didn’t care any more if I made noise. In fact, I screamed in unholy ecstasy as I shoved two fingers deep and began to fuck myself with my own hand.
“Yes! Yes, Maggie! Yes! Oh God!”
I yelled out over and over again. I gushed a sticky clear fluid on my hand and arm, even before I came. I heard Maggie moaning, too, and I swear I saw her thighs quiver as a tiny, private climax of her own covered her in instant bliss. She worked frantically to empty both of my tits into the now sloshing bucket, and as she wrung the last drops from me the heat in my cunt exploded into wave after wave of brilliant joy. My entire chest was wet with sweat and milk, and Maggie’s hands were a blur as she massaged me to the very point of bursting. She tugged hard on the cock in my ass at the same time, and I tumbled forward, burying my face into the hot wet space between her thighs. My longest moan escaped directly against her quivering lips...and then she finally brought a hand to the back of my head and held me there. She ground her hips and worked her pussy against my eager tongue until we both cried out in the very best kind of pleasure.
I can still taste her sweet cum, even today.
~~~
Maggie cleaned me, clothed me, and placed me carefully back on my cot. She wiped up the milk we’d spilled on the floor (I found out that she had lactated, too, during our session), and left me with a message written in beautiful, looping letters on a scrap of parchment:
Master will speak with you before dinner.
I waited in trepidation as the sun moved across the room and the day grew dark. I was tired and sore from the succession of erotic experiences that had befallen me in only two days. I kept receiving and drinking the tincture-teas, and their power only seemed to be growing. My breasts, too, were surging almost before my eyes. I could heft one in both of my hands, amazed by the ability of my own flesh to swell and stretch so beautifully. My thighs and ass also felt different – I wasn’t sure how, but my bottom was rounder and my thighs felt more powerful. It was as if I was made for sex; no, made for fucking.
Just as I was drifting into a nap, I heard the locks on my door tumble open.
He appeared.
The hooded man walked into my room. He slammed the door shut, locked it, and quickly brought the chair to my cot.
In a flash, all the fear from the first day reappeared. I sat up and tried to scoot backwards but it was useless. He was sitting next to me and gripping my arm painfully tight before I could do anything.
I saw his eyes look me up and down, lingering on my enormous breasts straining against the tight smock. I swear I saw something in those dark brown eyes, but the fury there overwhelmed anything familiar.
“Rielle,” the man said. “Maggie tells me you are as ripe and fertile as we hoped.”
I said nothing.
“Good,” he said. “A quiet subject is a smart subject.”
He began stroking my arm, making the fine hairs there stand in electric excitement. Something about this man – his heat, his power – was awakening my body once more.
“I have brought you here because I think you will fit in well with our...family. I understand that you might be concerned about, well, your choice in the matter, but you’ll have to trust that I know what is best for all of my subjects. And this,” he paused, waving an arm slowly around the room, “is what is best.”
I took a deep breath and prepared to ask a single question: “Why?” He stopped me with a firm finger over my lips.
“All will be told in due time, little one,” he said.
I slu
mped down on the cot. The tinctures had both sapped me of my will, and made me crave the total obedience this man required.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered.
“I’ve come here tonight because it is time for your final initiation. After this, you’ll be a full member of our family, and your instruction under Maggie will continue to the next phase. Are you ready for this, Rielle?”
I nodded.
“Then follow me.”
As I trailed the tall, mysterious man down the hall, I felt the last inkling of resistance leaving my body. I was resigned to the fact that he controlled my fate. Part of me wanted the night to be over as quickly as possible, the other was thrilled by not knowing what was about to happen. And somewhere very far away, it felt like destiny, as if this was the reason I’d kept myself so sheltered...but that could be conjecture on my part, knowing what I know now.
I was still self-conscious walking down each long passageway we traveled – several women clothed in only the standard, flimsy cotton shorts stood and watched as we passed. They stared without reserve at my large breasts, and I felt their gazes after I walked by.
We finally came to an old wooden door, which the man shoved open. We entered a large circular room. In its center, an “X” made of thick wood beams, with straps at each corner.
I sucked in my breath. Now I wasn’t feeling so compliant; at least, not until I saw Maggie. She stood near the wooden frame and smiled slightly in my direction.
“Maggie, prepare her,” the man said.
Maggie took my hand and led me toward the frame. She helped me sit at the cross-point of the “X,” and as she laid me back and began fastening my wrists and ankles to the frame, all the women who we’d passed in the halls entered the room and formed a circle around me.
