Page 18 of Against Her Will

This time, though, they ended up at a place she had never been before. She was led into a room where there were at least ten other women. One whole wall of the room had a curtain over it, but one could clearly hear the sounds of loudly crying babies coming from behind it, although there was another sound coming from the room she was in. It was a sound she recognized from when she was a little girl.

It was the sound of warm cow’s milk hitting the pail set under the udders during milking.

That should have been, but wasn’t what first alarmed Cassie. What made her want to turn around and run was the fact that all of the women in the room were naked, as she was, and on all fours on tables that were narrower at the head end and much wider at the other. The unoccupied tables were about two feet off the ground, but the ones that were in use were more like four feet high. All of the women were wearing collars and cuffs just as she was – although not of such obviously fine materials - that were attached to the four corners of the tables, so that not only could she not move an inch, but she was also forced to spread her legs very wide in order to accommodate the expanse of the foot end of the table. Their leashes were tied high up on a pole that was attached to the table above her, forcing them to keep their heads craned up at what looked to Cassie to be an awkward angle.

There were older, stout women dressed like matrons – none of whom she knew – that roamed the floor like supervisors, providing motivation here or scolding there. It was always the women she scolded for not producing enough or producing quickly enough, and the men to whom she gave gentle suggestions of some sort. Each of the women had a man standing at the end of her table, and then one to either side of her, and it wasn’t until Jurek was already patting an open table that Cassie realized exactly what was going on here.

These women were being milked, like cows in a dairy. Some of them looked as tired as she did, as if they might well have given birth not long ago, but others were quite trim and had relatively flat bellies, which told her that it had probably been some time since they had given birth. Then how was it that they were still producing milk, if no one else in this God forsaken place got to keep her baby, either . . .

Not only were they being robbed of the milk that was meant for their babies, but they were also being alternately punished and pleasured. A third sound filled the room, if one listened: the sounds of either panting, aroused females or panting, crying ones, depending on what the person who was attending their nether parts thought she needed at the moment.

But Cassie wasn’t given any time to work out the details, though. When she failed to get into the proper position on the table, Jurek whipped out a stiff leather tawse and went to work on her behind until she had complied with his wishes, stopping once she had then whispering frighteningly, “Don’t think that that’s the end of this. You need to be milked, but I will take this up again with you later.”

Her bottom throbbing terribly, and having been disciplined in front of what Cassie was quite sure was an all too eager audience, Cassie shivered in anticipation of what was ahead.

Jurek reached down and used a crank to raise the height of the table for the convenience of the milkers, then attached her lead at least two notches higher than any other woman in the room, forcing Cassie to crane her neck painfully high, not allowing her to look anywhere but at the ceiling, so she wouldn’t be able to see anything of what was being done to the rest of her body. Then he motioned to her ever present guards, who were only too happy to assist. One came around one side of the table, and the other around the other, standing just to the sides of her breasts, their big meaty fists on the table while Jurek positioned himself at her other end, right where he preferred to be.

The sounds of the babies – and probably, she was terribly ashamed to admit also the sounds of the other women being milked and either punished or pleasured – had her milk already flowing. She was spraying into the pail without the men having to touch her, not that that deterred them in the least. Each of them grasped a nipple and squeezed it while tugging downwards, which hurt terribly with each motion, yet felt good on another level as the pressure and ache within her too full breasts was relieved.

But before Jurek reached his hand between those lovely parted legs, he asked loudly, “What are the rules of the Milking Room, ladies?”

All of the women responded in unison. “Produce, produce, produce! No words – only sounds. Obey all rules, all matrons, all milkers, and all assistants.”

“Very good,” Jurek complimented in a rare moment of generosity as he donned a rubber glove, dipped it in the special viscous lube they used here for just this purpose, as some of the women could be very dry while lactating, reaching up under her to slather it generously right on top of her clit.

Then he removed his gloves and took out his cock, which had been rampant for quite some time now. This was the longest time he had ever gone without sex since he’d lost his virginity. He could have had any of the other women at any time, but he only wanted Cassie, and so he had kept himself for her. As a result, he was hugely swollen and ready to burst at any minute.

Now he knew he shouldn’t do it, but he just couldn’t deny himself any longer. After all, there she was, all tied up and unable to get away from him, displayed before him in a most enticing manner, her bottom still quite red from his efforts to get her to get onto the table. Forcing her to do things he knew she really didn’t want got him hotter than almost anything else in the world, and he knew just how much she hated her current position, and yet she was in it, being milked by two strange men, about to be soundly fucked by him.

But he knew he couldn’t get too carried away. He would have to be much easier with her than he really preferred. He adored fucking her hard – very hard – and watching her cum as a result of it.

So he entered her excruciatingly slowly, which he realized wasn’t so bad after all. It would force her to come to terms with the reality of the situation, which was and always would be that she was completely helpless against him. He could – and fully intended to – do anything he wanted to her.

When he had just gotten the head of his cock inside her, with a lot of thick, veined inches still to go, he reached out and grabbed a hold of the ponytail he had put her hair into before they’d left his bed room, using it to pull her head back, against the tide of how it was being craned up, and using that leverage – and the fact that she was even less able to get away from him with him in full control of her head – to slip himself further inside her.

“Ahhhhhhhhnooooooooooo!” she wailed, and he immediately moved away from her, whipping the belt from around his pants and doubling it over to lay the entire length against her backside in one tremendous stroke that had Cassie howling bloody murder. And every single stroke after that was of the same strength or harder. As he striped his way up and down her behind and the backs of her thighs, he asked loudly, “What rule did Cassie just break, ladies?”

“NO WORDS!” they shouted back at him.

Part of Cassie was mortified at the idea that everyone in the room was listening to what was being done to her, but the majority of her was trying to concentrate on not breaking that rule again, which wasn’t at all easy considering how he was laying into her rear end with that leather belt.

But through it all, those men at her titties never stopped, holding her breasts still by their torturous grip on her nipples when she was rocked by another blow. By the time he finished, Cassie was beside herself from the pain and humiliation of having been punished in front of such a large audience.

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