Page 10 of M!lking Mina

Mina

The stockade wasnotcomfortable. Not that she’d expected it to be, but she hadn’t expected it to be as uncomfortable as it was. And it wasn’t that she was too short for it. They’d gotten it at the exact right height for her, but being bent over and held in place by hard wood around her neck and wrists was… kinda ouchie.

The plug in her bottom wasn’t anything new. She’d been plugging herself regularly ever since reading the book, though she hadn’t had a tail attached to it. The way the tail brushed against the backs of her thighs made her hyperaware of its presence, but the plug wasn’t so big that it demanded her attention—not when so much else was going on.

Thankfully, she was very quickly distracted by the feeling of unknown hands cupping her breasts, making her gasp. The low murmur of voices around her as she’d been put in place meant she knew there were others in the room—how many she couldn’t tell. She still hadn’t been ready for the touch and had jerked up a bit. Thankfully the openings in the stockade were padded so she didn’t bang against the hard wood when she was startled.

“Oh!”

Immediate arousal flushed through her, helping to distract her from the discomfort of her position. A hot blush heated her cheeks, and she pressed her legs together as need pulsed through her pussy.

“What pretty little teats,” a man’s voice rumbled, the hands on her breasts squeezing and kneading. “Nice nipples for milking.” Fingers pinched the little buds in question and shegasped again, going up on her tiptoes and bouncing in place as the pressure on her sensitive buds increased.

“Why don’t we taste it?” another man asked.

Oh god.

This was so wrong and so hot at the same time.

No one was mocking her. They were acting like she really was a little hucow, ready to be milked, even though her milk hadn’t come in despite the daily herbs and supplements she was taking and the twice-a-day pumping. God, she wished she had real milk for them to taste.

But it didn’t matter that she didn’t. They were acting as though she did, acting as if it was real. As if she really was a hucow and had milk.

And it was turning her on even more than she thought it would, especially when the first person removed their hands and someone else replaced them with theirs. Being blindfolded, being able to hear them but not see them, made the sensations so much more intense.

The second person tugged on her nipples, pinching and pulling as if they really could draw milk from them. She gasped, shuddering, her muscles clenching in reaction. She could feel the tail brushing against the backs of her thighs as her muscles made the plug bob inside her.

“I want to try.”

The hands moved away and then she felt it—someone had crouched beneath her and put their lips on her nipple.

“Oh God,” she whispered as the pleasure flushed through her. Then someone else came to her other side, doing the same, mouths suckling on both of her little buds. Her breasts tingled as if there actually was milk inside them, she could almost imagine it flowing through her.

It felt so damn good.

She whimpered as the mouths moved away and were replaced by more hands, more mouths. They crowded in around her, touching more than her breasts now, commenting on how sweet her milk was, how soft her skin was, how pretty her pussy was. Someone lifted her tail and announced that she was soaking wet.

Part of her felt like it should be humiliating, but she was too turned on to be embarrassed. This was everything she’d wanted.

Almost everything.

“My turn,” a deep voice growled, sending a shiver straight down her spine.

The soft tail fell back into place, brushing teasingly against her plump pussy lips and tickling the inside of her thighs. The hands moved away, replaced by a single hand that cupped one of her breasts. She knew her breasts weren’t that big, but this hand completely engulfed one.

Even blindfolded, the presence beside her felt huge. Intimidating. Maybe just because everyone had moved away so quickly the moment he’d spoken.

This had to be her Dom, her partner for the week.

Considering how just his touch made her go weak in the knees, even more so than all the hands that had been caressing her combined, she really hoped he was her partner and that she hadn’t just imagined she recognized his voice from the videos she’d watched.

“Good girl,” he murmured. She felt him shift beside her and then slide carefully under her. His body brushed against hers as he did so, like he was too big to move beneath her. Just how big was he?

Both hands cupped her breasts, squeezing them, leaving her nipples free in between his fingers. His hot mouth closed around one stiff bud, and she cried out with pleasure as his tongue laved over it. His fingers squeezed again, massaging her alreadysensitized breasts, and then he released her nipple with a pop, moving over to the other and suckling hard.

Her nipples felt sore, used, and yet she didn’t want him to stop.

God, if only she had some real milk to fill his mouth with.

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