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Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: Mary Milkmaid Meets The Cunt Killers 2
Published: 08.10.2024
Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Snuff, Young Ones, Abuse
Synopsis: Mary, a single mom, lost her first child early, and her doctor suggested because she had such substantial mammaries, that she take a job he knew of at a research station at the university, where she would become a full-time milkmaid. She took the job, and was startled they were researching the feeding by nursing of children up to puberty! Then she stumbled upon the real reason for the research, the production of shocking snuff videos, and her life was now at extreme risk.
Mary Milkmaid Meets The Cunt Killers 2
Mary’s inner vagina lips were constantly excreting moisture, were flared from the constant arousal of the naked children nursing on her breasts, and any movement made the sensitive aroused vagina flesh raw. She had no concern about displaying visible proof of her sexual excitement.
Since it was what everybody else did, she began to lower a hand if one was free, to masturbate her tingling cunt. She was provided with several pairs of red spike-heeled shoes and was encouraged to use bright red polish for her nails, as well as paint vivid red lipstick on her lips and vulva.
In her brief periods of idle time, she took up the hobby the other wet nurses had: they spent all of their free time maintaining immaculate personal grooming. Others taught her the best way to paint the lips of her vagina to make them as appealing as possible.
One day Mary was sleeping when she was called on to suckle a little girl. She slipped off the pad which was her bed and started sleepily down the hall in her bare feet toward the feeding room when suddenly the passing matron slashed the riding crop she always carried across Mary’s ass.
As Mary screamed and turned, the vicious crop sliced across her breasts just below the nipples, and then, without any warning, came up fast between her legs, snapping against the flesh of her bare pubic mound, stinging the delicate nether-lips of her vagina.
“Back to your room, Mary!” the matron barked at her, ”Don’t you ever go to nurse without your ball gag and heels!”
Mary was both angry and humiliated. She had been caught in a careless moment and had paid the unthinkable price of being painfully assaulted by the cruel matron.
Already, angry red welts were rising where her tender meat had been viciously bitten by the whip. This kind of abusive treatment by a supervisor was unacceptable in any job. She had been off-base when caught, something unusual, but under the circumstances, understandable.
“If there’s a second offense, you will be punished!” the matron shouted after her as she turned back to her room, tears of pain and humiliation welling in her eyes.
‘My God,’ Mary thought to herself as the rising welts on her flesh began to sting, ‘if that’s not punishment, what will they do to me?’
As she strapped on her ball gag and slid into her heels, she felt the matter was finished because the punishment had been immediate and complete, even if it was harsh and unfair, and there were no witnesses. There had to be witnesses for a real punishment, according to the rules.
Only the welts on her body showed what had happened, and she realized that by the time there was anyone available to do anything about it, the welts would probably have subsided. In the high humidity and warmth maintained in the wing, her hair flourished and seemed to grow faster.
She would sit combing it during several consecutive breaks from her wet nursing duties. She also started mimicking the other girls. The constant nursing was making all of their nipples grow longer and thicker, like their erect clits, which they also kept painted red. It was what all milkmaids did.
The girls working there, which she thought of as inmates, encouraged and accentuated their clits’ and nipples’ growth by playing with them when they were not nursing, sitting pulling and twisting on the thumb-sized milk warts. Mary worked on her clit because she got off on the sensuous thrill with a series of private orgasms.
She worked her clit even more than the others did and was pleased to see how well both it and her nipples responded, growing thicker and longer, and her clit rising at attention. Because everyone else was doing it, it seemed to be an acceptable thing to do.
To balance the extra growth of their clits and nipples, the girls all worked on their inner labia, rolling and kneading them with their fingers. Mary had noticed the others doing this with some embarrassment, but without noticing had begun to do it to herself.
Within a week she was even working the tender cunt lips with her fingers while she had a child suckling on each breast. By Friday at the end of her third week, Mary’s milk production had more than doubled, which was also true of the size of her nipples, clit and inner labia. She was now looking like a fucking hot bitch!
Under the constant and urgent demand of the hungry children, her big breasts had responded with a remarkable level of lactation. It was that day that Dr. Robins called her to his private office. Naked as always, she sat down on a black shiny leather sofa, and she loved the feel as her wet cunt kissed the smooth cool leather.
She shifted in her seat, uncomfortable in her total nakedness in front of a fully dressed man. Her high heels made her knees stand too high as she sat on the low couch, and she found it impossible to avoid an immodest posture of having her knees spread so that she directly displayed her bare and open cunt to him.
“Don’t be embarrassed, my dear,” he said assuring her, “The milkmaids here all go as naked as a lark, as they find it to be more comfortable, and perfectly natural. You’re making remarkable progress on your gorgeous pointing nipples, your large erect clit as well as your inner labia, constantly and prominently displayed, Mary,” he said, as a compliment.
“Your vagina is well on the way toward becoming one of the best-looking sex slits in this wing.”
She had never been spoken to this way before, and she did not know how to react to this intelligent man. She thought of telling him about the terrible whipping the matron had given her, but decided she would only make trouble for herself if she told on the fucking bitch.
She had never been in his office before and was surprised at how luxurious it was. All of the furniture looked to be very expensive, and the floor was varnished hardwood, covered in the middle with an expensive carpet. The soft cool leather of the couch felt sensuous against her spread vagina, bare buttocks and legs.
Now she noticed that she had been so successful in stretching her pussy with her fingers that her inner cunt lips were flared out and touching the shiny smooth covering, moistening the slick leather. As she felt a flush crossing her cheeks, she was startled to recognize that it was pride.
“You guys around here like legs and pussy, don’t you,” she said, leaning back on the sofa, “You don’t get to see us all that often, because there’s only us, the kids, and of course the Matron where we work. But that’s why you want us to be always naked and to wear these spike heels, right?”
“Not at all, my dear,” he lied, “Although it does make you look very attractive when you walk, wearing them makes you look and feel more feminine, and therefore improves your lactation,” he explained, ”And the raw sensuality you feel when you’re displaying your genitalia to others also contributes to a higher level of milk production.”
Mary was startled at this explanation. With a blush she remembered that in Gym class when they hit the showers, she did like rubbing her slit, pretending to be soaping it, then turning so anyone who looked could see that the inner lips were stimulated and pouting out. It gave her an adrenalin rush to look and feel like a cunt.
For the first time, she realized that she was more than a bit of an exhibitionist. She liked being seen by others, particularly the intimate stuff. This guy Dr. Robins knew more than she had given him credit for. He understood how the female mind worked. That was quite impressive, for such a controlling asshole.
“Several studies have proven that,” he continued, “However, I called you into my office today because I want to make a special offer to you. You see, we are short-staffed here, and because your milk production has improved so remarkably, you’re ready to nurse the older children in our program.
“As you’re now aware, this is a special research program and a very big full-time commitment. For women nursing older children, because they require quite a bit more food, it also offers double the money. I can see from the erection of your beautiful firm and rising clitoris that you’re interested.”
He had Mary’s full attention. It appeared he was a cunt man, and appreciated the female genitals more than she would have imagined. She wondered if his penis was rising in his pants as she spoke to her this way, watching her sensuous nakedness the way he was.
‘Wouldn’t it be fun if I could make him cum in his pants,’ she thought, and carefully slid a hand down so as not to conceal her erect clit, thrust three fingers into her aroused cunt.
“The commitment I’m certain you can handle,” he continued while enjoying watching her perform, “Because you have already missed your first weekend off without a word of complaint. If you take this job, you will be required to remain inside this building, constantly on call, for as long as you work with us.
“On our part, we must ensure that you can provide maximum nourishment for our older children and that you constantly strive to increase your production. We have several ways we are developing to help you with that, all of them highly sexual in nature. Are you interested in hearing more?”
“Well, the money sounds great and everything,” she said, “But I gotta take care of things, you know, my apartment, the rent, and all my bills, and stuff like that.”
She began actively thrusting her fingers in and out of her damp cunt, fucking herself with the masturbation. He seemed to like that.
“Don’t worry about that, my dear,” he said to reassure her, “We have staff who can take care of your personal business for you. And by staying here, you can give up the apartment and save the rent. And of course, also the bills. There is no need to pay anything, we’ll put your things in storage, and take care of all of It for you.
“By the way, there’s one more little item that I think you’ll like. Because of our work being experimental in improving milk production, if you will also agree to take part in some of our experiments, like allowing our researchers to take full mental control of you, and becoming impregnated, you won’t have to pay any taxes on the money we pay you. Now how does that sound?”
“Geez, that’s terrific. How much will I be making?”
“Well, you came to us as a junior milker, and then you were promoted to intermediate, so we’d have to take that into account, and then, with no taxes, by the time you leave here, you could have as much as fifty thousand dollars in the bank! Our bank, of course, where we’ve already moved all of your money, to keep it safe for you. With just a few minor expenses deducted, of course. Mary, we’re going to make you a wealthy woman! And all thanks to these big beautiful and productive breasts of yours!”
He leaned forward and placed his hand gently on the side of one of her milk-bloated tits, lifting it slightly and admiring it.
She cringed slightly at the intimate touch of an uninvited hand, but inside she was proud of her breasts, and his hand felt good. She hadn’t had a man in months, and she noticed the firm bulge rising in his pants. He liked her a lot, and his rising penis under his pants showed her how much he did.
“We have our studs, of course, men who specialize in impregnating select ladies for us. Wouldn’t you adore becoming one of our herd of birthers? And it won’t cost you anything, because we make videos of all sexual activity, and the program pays for itself by the substantial earnings that are generated by renting online of our salacious videos!
“Women and girls in the program become sex stars in their own right, by performing regularly, even while pregnant, taking anal and throat fucks, as well as vaginal, and then producing their infants while bound naked to a stake in front of a live audience that loves watching a girl or young naked woman producing a new life into this bizarre world.
”When you signed all of those papers, you became a part of our herd, full time, and you will complete your life here, in service to the insatiable fuck studs we have developed. You are now one of our permanent cunts, Mary, and we intend to make your life an ongoing orgasm, for as long as you continue to live!”
THE END OF CHAPTER TWO