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Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: Mary Milkmaid Meets The Cunt Killers 3
Published: 06.10.2024
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 3
“There is even better news. To improve the money-making ability of participants such as you, Mary, we have made arrangements for those who qualify and agree to participate in some Psychology Department experiments on social adjustment that you might enjoy.
“Do you like movies? These experiments are deep-level and have to do with to what degree our sexual responses and morals are affected by watching horror films. It’s all quite harmless, and pays very well, if you’re interested. But there’s time for that later.”
Mary always enjoyed a good scary horror flick, but never thought it would affect her morals, which she felt were solid. Of course, she liked to masturbate in private, all the people she knew did, and always wanted a good fuck when she thought the guy liked her for more than her big tits.
She was no slut, fucking anything with a prick, like some of the girls she knew. One of her girlfriends performed at sex parties, and she owned a big dog Mary was sure the girl had bought just to perform sex with her at parties, mounting her with all the people watching and cheering.
“We’ve already arranged for your things to be stored, so I’ll just need your signature, to give our staff the power to act on your behalf, and you will become a full-fledged member of our project group, with all the great privileges that come with working on our projects with us.”
She leaned forward, smiling at her good fortune, her bare breasts swinging gaily as she signed away all rights to her property and savings, and gave the doctor’s staff full power of attorney over her. The organization, with these signed papers, now had full control of her affairs.
With no more than a stroke of the pen, Mary had innocently and unknowingly permanently committed herself as a total and perpetual inmate and sex slave of the institution. They owned her and could do with her whatever they wished, with complete impunity.
Among the papers that did not require her signature was her death certificate, which a doctor on staff would prepare. Just like that, she would disappear, and no longer exist, as far as the rest of the world was concerned. They even wrote an obituary to publish online, in case anyone looked for her.
Mary had now become part of the stock of the large ultra-secret and degenerate Faculty of Fremont University’s Underground Court of Cunt & Kiddie Killers (FFUUCCKK.) Club. The joke among the remarkable club’s members was that this nefarious research group was so bad that it had to be named twice, interlaced.
Its name indicated that it was a campus project, but the FFUUCCKK Club had grown to national status over the years, and its activities were far more wide-ranging than the name indicated. Because of its secret nature, the name meant little, other than being an inside joke.
Mary did not yet know that the massive research operation occupied several floors each in ten interconnected campus buildings, with the whole operation funded with research grants from the Government, military, and major corporations, with international connections.
This expansive and thoroughly masked nature allowed highly placed officials to use the project as a retreat, with no restrictions, allowing them to perform bizarre experiments and commit any sexual atrocities they wished on specially selected inmates.
Nor could she know that right here on the campus in their hidden research center, FFUUCCKK kept more than four hundred inmates of both sexes and all ages and that it had been in operation and growing for over seventy years! The nursery was only a small but vital part of the operation.
It provided the younger children, which were a bother to obtain by other means. The milkmaids were kept fresh by being forced raped in the sex shows until they became impregnated. Even their birthing was incorporated into obscene performances, to generate revenues.
There was no problem in obtaining children from the age of ten onward, because the large city attracted many runaway children from all over the state, and much like the problem of stray dogs, the University research division provided an easy solution to this ongoing problem.
This information was strictly on a need-to-know basis. Mary was now a full-fledged sex slave, with only her doctor, himself a recruiting member of FFUUCCKK, knowing where she was, and he knew something else Mary could not know, nor would she want to.
He was aware that the beautiful young milker would one day take her final swim in the Chemistry Department’s huge acid vat, to be dissolved, so that not even the fillings in her teeth would remain as proof that the bitch with the huge breasts had ever existed.
The Club’s term for this ultimate fate was that she would be FFUUCCKKed, and the vat was affectionately referred to as the FFUUCCKKing well. Once you went into it you were completely fucked. However, to Mary’s knowledge, she had just got herself a wonderful new job.
This deception would make her a willing participant in the growing debauchery she was to be drawn into. It was a process that the psychology department had developed over many years which moved some of the girls with masochistic tendencies into willing participants.
It also turned those who showed a propensity for it into merciless sadists in a remarkably brief time, when done properly. The gorgeous milkmaid child feeder Mary was being carefully prepared to be a willing participant and obedient masochist.
That would be her role until she was needed as a completely unwilling and screaming subject for a terminal torture show, in which women were often opened for a C-Section abortion. This was the facility’s method of fundraising, to make it a financially independent part of the University’s subculture.
Dr. Robins took Mary down the hallway to a small training room. Through the small window in the door, Mary could see that waiting there was a twelve-year-old girl she had seen feeding from the breast of another woman. This girl had a particularly attractive cunt.
She remembered her because of the stimulating sight of the child’s cunt, and later she had enjoyed watching the beautiful girl, well-developed physically, showing maturing to become a woman, through the underwater glass when the athletic girl had been swimming naked in the pool.
Mary had noticed the early development of the child’s small titties, and the fullness of her womanly-looking vulva, which had not yet started to grow a patch of light fuzz at the top. In a few months, the pubic hair would show, and she would be a woman, Mary had thought.
As far as Mary knew, the girl had eaten only her mother’s milk from the institution’s milkers. Now Dr. Robins was going to use this girl to train Mary in the art of breastfeeding older children. He put a small receiver into Mary’s ear, put on her ball gag, and then let her into the room with the girl.
He went into an adjoining room, from which he could watch, and transmit instructions to Mary. The girl seemed to see Mary simply as a human feeding machine, and grabbing her around the waist, plunged her open mouth over a breast and an elongated nipple.
“Lay down slowly, and she’ll move with you,” the Doctor’s voice came over the tiny speaker in her ear.
Mary slowly lowered herself to the mattress-soft floor, and the girl nursing at her breast punched her painfully in the ribs but moved down with her.
“That’s it, now move your hands on the breast she’s feeding on, massage it to stimulate the flow,” the voice said, “These big kids need a lot more milk, and they want it in a hurry, so you’ve got to get it out as fast as they’ll drink it, or they will batter you.”
Mary squeezed the breast, and the girl sucked harder, stretching the nipple, pulling it to the back of her throat with her demanding tongue. Mary could feel the sucking strength of the girl’s tongue and realized it had developed from perhaps a dozen feedings a day for twelve years.
She lay on her back with the girl on top of her and felt the end of her large tit being suctioned deep into the naked girl’s sucking mouth. She could feel the sensuous feeling of her own milk being drawn through the milk ducts in her nipple. Nursing was always sexually pleasurable to Mary.
She had watched that channel enlarge through constant use over the past three weeks and now was sure that the opening would soon grow wide enough to see down into the feeder channels to the little sacks that produced and stored the rich product that she believed made her so valuable.
She was one of fifty milkers, a third of whom were pregnant. Suddenly she had a horrible thought. Were they going to make her have a baby, to keep her tits from drying up? Shit, she thought, it’s been more than a year and a half since Suzie was born, how long could she keep producing milk?
She was now producing enough milk to keep an active five-year-old going. That seemed to her to be a lot of strain on her body. How in the world would she ever be able to support a constantly hungry twelve-year-old? The doctor’s voice interrupted her thoughts.
“Watch the television screen, Mary,” the voice of Dr. Robins said into her earpiece.
The set was mounted on a bracket in the corner of the room, high up where she could watch it while lying down. She didn’t see a remote control anywhere and realized that she could not reach it to turn it on or off.
THE END OF CHAPTER THREE