Atonement Ch. 02

"You're crazy if you think this will help. I'm not doing it," declared Kylie, backing away into a corner, her arms crossed.

She looked hollow, eyes red. She frowned as Natalia sat on one of the saddles, the cobra tattoo on her chest flexing. "Don't be silly," Natalia said. "The alternative is to do nothing, and be punished. Remember, we're only playing by their rules for a short time period."

Her eyes rolled as the dildo speared her vagina. She smiled. "I won't say it doesn't feel wonderful, though." She moaned as the chair lifted her into a pod, flicking her red nails at Kylie.

MU2 watched as the rest of the pirate crew followed suit. Iris chewed her lip, rocking back and forth as her own dildo entered her snatch. Ashley grunted as she bore down on her dildo, her muscles bulging as she worked her pelvis. Both of them slipped into the wall, one after the other.

Kylie sat against the wall, alone. MU2 couldn't help but feel pity for the lone holdout, and gave her a smile as she widened her hips to welcome the incoming dildo.

"All your friends have decided they'd rather be fucked and milked than sit out here by themselves." The dildo slid all the way in, pressing into her depths. "You may think that makes you the strongest of them all. But who is stronger? The one who subjects themselves to trials and comes through them unchanged, or the one who bends without breaking? Consider that before you do something rash."

Her legs lifted into the air, the saddle carrying her into her own pod. The panel slid shut, mercifully cutting her off from the angry pirate. She huffed with pleasure. Finally, some time for herself, without having to deal with the fickle personalities of others!

Her body truly relaxed for the first time since she had arrived at the facility. Safe in her little alcove, she bumped her hips up and down, leisurely enjoying the girth of the dildo. The ceiling was only a foot or two away from her face, her tiny box lit by a bright array of mesmerizing lights. Her eyes followed a fascinating pattern circling around the perimeter.

The lights flashed, whiting out her vision as suction cups descended into place, dropping over her quad breasts with a gentle bump. She moved one of the cups that had landed awkwardly, settling it into the proper position for suction to commence.

The milk she had drunk from her keeper earlier had been filtered by her cow body and was ready to be milked from her breasts. She wrapped her hands around the top two breast cups and pressed them down firmly, her flesh pressing into the plastic cups as the vacuum ramped up.

The suction felt loose on her lower breasts, so she moved her hands down to give the pumps some help. A little bit of pressure and they popped into place, sucking with a soft clicking sound. The regular rhythm of the suction was soothing, draining her udder with efficiency.

She was giving her milk to the machine, the liquid being sucked away through tubes to an unknown storage tank. Would her keeper be drinking this milk? Her own milk, filtered through the body of her slave cow? The creamy liquid decorating her lips and sliding down her throat?

She clenched her thighs, imagining her milk splashing onto her keeper's breasts, white and sticky, ready for her to vacuum up with her soft mouth. Was it her imagination, or were her lips getting plumper? She sucked on her index finger, pressing her lips into an 'O' shape. Yes, they did seem like they had gotten bigger.

Eve would be unable to resist her new body the next time they met. She would make sure her next visit would be unforgettable. She would suck on her mistress' teats until they were raw sore, rubbing her udder against her body.

The dildo thrummed inside her, causing her breasts to spasm, letting more milk spurt into the cups.

The lights dimmed. Her body jerked as she orgasmed in the dark.