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Amelia snorted, and quickly covered her mouth with her hand.
"I had to look up what a hucow was," Shelby mumbled, still unable to take her eyes off the thing. "Fell into a bit of a rabbit hole there." Ever unable to bear a drawn out silence, Shelby belatedly added, "This is so beautiful."
Amelia nodded repeatedly, for a long moment, and then cleared her throat. "I still don't have the pump itself loose yet, but it won't be long. First I'll, uh... get the attachments. You can tell me which one you think will work best while I finish getting it all apart." Then she turned and walked out, face oddly blank.
Shelby's mind raced as she stood there, alone with it. When she'd saida bit of a rabbit hole, that had been an understatement. In the long hours of solitude, every day, that she spent pumping while Kelsi slept in the crib, her mind had frequently drifted to fantasies of herself as a mindless hucow. She had cum so many times to the idea of being thoroughly dehumanized that she'd had to start putting a towel down on the chair she used.
Those thoughts left her feeling guilty, but at the same time she appreciated the relief from the endless Amelia domination scenarios that at one point had seemed to be the entirety of her sexual core.
Suddenly she found herself standing in front of the thing, with so many of her buttons being pushed all at once.
She barely hesitated. Without taking her eyes off the frame, she untied the dress and let it fall to the floor. She sighed when her skin brushed up against the cold metal.
The straps were adjustable, within reason, but that the initial settings were just about perfect. She leaned back, twisted, and experimented with one of the ankle straps. The leather was flexible and pliable, comfortable, but solidly resisted her effort to pull free. No creaking or play; it was sturdy as fuck.
At the sound of footsteps, Shelby turned and shouted, "Just bring all of the attachments, okay?"
"Okaaaay," Amelia muttered, and the sound of her feet shuffling back the other way was like Christmas come early.
She unstrapped her ankle, popped back out onto her feet, and stripped out of her bra like it was on fire. Her tits seemed to collapse the moment the bra fell away. She ran her hands under them, scooping them up and feeling how full-to-bursting they were. Even that little touch caused milk to dribble out of both nipples.
"I wasn't gonna bring the small ones," Amelia said, coming closer.
One ankle cinched, and then she twisted and cinched the other ankle as well.
"Didn't figure those would be worth anything, although for all I know the cups only need to fit around the nipple."
Shelby leaned into the thing, testing her weight, and, with a note of satisfaction, reached over to strap her left wrist into place. Only her right wrist was free, and if she could have strapped herself in completely she would have, but she grabbed hold of the frame at the grip all the same. The leather felt amazing on her skin. It was tight and restricting, but gentle on her skin in a way that the nylon rope hadn't been all those years before. She twitched her head back toward the door, inadvertently throwing her blonde locks back over her shoulder, and settled in for the longest half-second of her life.
"Eventually, this thing is gonna have a mount on the side for one of those big, metal milk jugs, and I'm gonna run..." Amelia stepped around the corner, arms awkwardly carrying a mess of varying-ly sized plastic cups and fittings, and stopped on the dime. Her arms twitched, trying to squeeze in around her bundle, which resulted in the whole set of them falling to the floor and bouncing everywhere.
Shelby wanted to be witty, and say something likeyou're going to have to re-sanitize those now, but she couldn't bring herself to say anything when presented with her sister's look of total shock. She wanted to undo it, and roll back time thirty seconds. She'd made a mistake, and a big one. Undo. Undo.
"What the actual fuck are you doing?" Amelia said. Her eyes went wide, and directly to Shelby's pendulous, hanging breasts.
She curled in on herself ever so slightly, which set them swaying, and Amelia froze completely.
"You said I could use it," she said, voice barely above a whisper. She'd been aiming for cheeky, but delivered closer to fearful.
"I meant the pump, not the whole thing.This is for a client," she said, shrilly. "It has to be delivered new!"
The feel of her heavy breasts moving beneath her was agonizing. It was amazing how much they weighed when they were full. Part of her wondered how big and heavy they'd get if there was no release. Would they just keep expanding forever? The thought of that pain made her bite her lip. Thickly, she said, "No one is gonna know. Just, hand me one of those middle size ones, because my nipples areway too big for these little cups and the big ones will suck up too much br—"
"Shelby," Amelia screamed. "Stop!" She stepped over and grabbed at the strap around Shelby's left wrist, but Shelby twitched it free.
"Leave it," Shelby hissed. "It's really starting to hurt, Ames. Just help me out a little bit, so I can get this out for Kelsi, and I'll—"
"Don't bring her into this," her little sister said. "Don't pretend like any of this is for Kelsi. This is foryou."
Shelby looked at Amelia wide eyed and stunned. "This is all for Kelsi! Everything inside me is for her. It's about the only thing I'm good at, okay? I make milk, then I pump it, store it, freeze it, heat it up, and dowhatever I've got to do cause she sure as hell doesn't like it from the source. Do you think I want to have my tits ruined like this? Really? Look at them! Ohh, but then youlikeseeing them all distorted, don't you!"
Amelia's eyes lit up like charcoal.
"Shit," Shelby whined, "wait, I didn't mean that."
"We just went through this," she said, icily. "Wejust went through how this makes me feel like a complete piece of shit! Do you know how hard that was to say out loud? How hard that was to admit?"
"Fuck, I—"
"Fuck you, Shelby. You're just gonna throw that in my face?" Amelia started pacing, eyes affixed to the floor in front of her as she moved. "You have no fucking idea how hard it was to trust you with that. God fucking dammit, Shelby."
"I'm sorry," she said, squirming. "I'm not thinking straight, all right? This hurts so much!!"
Amelia glanced over, and then did a double take. "Ah, fuck," she hissed. "You're dripping."
"Shit! Shit!"
Amelia dropped to one knee and worked quickly to swap out the attachments. "Outta throw you outside like this, let you walk home," she grumbled under her breath, as she put the cups in place against Shelby's nipple, and turned on the pump. Then she stood up, dusted off her knees, and walked around behind Shelby. "Unbe-fucking-lievable."
Shelby was glad that Amelia went to the back. On the one hand, she knew her ass still looked good, especially in panties. She'd kept them on thinking they would give a classy and expensive contrast to the metalwork. After all, anyone could be a naked Hucow, but she wanted to remind Amelia of exactly who she was.
On the other hand, the pump worked alternately, applying jerking pressure to one breast at a time with a sort ofwwwhaA-ooo sound. It made her eye twitch as it started pulling and sucking, and she was sure her expression was less than composed. As much as she wanted Amelia to see her ass, she really didn't want Amelia to see her face right then.
Once she'd found a rhythm with the machine Shelby twisted her head in both directions, as far as she could go, but Amelia was directly behind her, leaned up against the wall with her arms crossed. She wiggled her ass, ever so slightly: a natural movement, as if finding a comfortable position, but all for Amelia.
...wwwhaA-ooo...Left. ...wwwhaA-ooo...Right.
...wwwhaA-ooo......wwwhaA-ooo...
The suction was a relief. Her breasts didn't feel like they were about to rupture from being overfull anymore, though they still felt absurdly heavy. Painfully so, which was distracting. Shelby closed her eyes, let her head hang down, and settled in with the pain, together under a warm blanket, in her mind. Everything else washed away.
...wwwhaA-ooo......wwwhaA-ooo...
...wwwhaA-ooo......wwwhaA-ooo...
It felt good and safe between the strain, the rack, and the position. The complete silence other than the thrumming noise of the pump. The secure bondage, the alternating, slightly painful suction on each nipple, and the blissful pain stretching her tits downwards: narrow at the top and wide at the bottom. Nothing mattered anymore: all her troubles, her marriage, her desires, her burning lust for Amelia, all gone. Replaced by the rhythmicwwwhaA-oooof the pump.
She felt totally at peace. There was no one to please. All she had to do was stay still and have the milk pumped from her tits. Her precious milk. She had, on the first try, achieved contented release in the role of a hucow. The key part was that she wasn't alone. Amelia was there watching out for her, and she knew it would be Amelia that would bring her back to being a human when she had been thoroughly milked.
...wwwhaA-ooo......wwwhaA-ooo...
Shelby didn't know how she'd thank her sister for this respite. It would be time for a fresh start, and already she could feel things becoming clearer.
"Hey," Amelia said, and Shelby jerked. Her little sister was squatting in front of her, elbows resting on her knees and a wicked set to her brow. "You really put me in a shitty position, you know that? What the fuck am I supposed to do with you?"
"I'm sorry?" Shelby moaned. It was hard to think through the comforting, warm haze.
...wwwhaA-ooo......wwwhaA-ooo...
"You hurt me. Do you get that?"
"I'm... what?"
"Like, was that your plan? To poke and prod me until I snap and hurt you back? I gotta tell you that was my first reaction. To take it out on you, butthat's what you fucking wanted."
"Ames, I didn't mean it. It just slipped out!"
"Then I thought," she said, eyes boring into her, "that I should just turn the lights off, shut the door, and go to bed. Leave you in here, hooked up to that fucking pump, overnight. All alone, except that's a pretty loaded choice too, isn't it?" She leaned in closer, until their noses were a foot apart, and whispered, "I wouldn't do that to my worst enemy."
That delicious threat made Shelby melt inside and she had to fight to not bite her lip or close her eyes. She'd been prepared for exactly that the first time, to be left bound overnight, and she'd never really gotten it out of her head. She couldn't control the spasm in her stomach, which seemed to go through her core and straight to her clit. Her labia suddenly felt so much wetter, and squashed by the underwear.
...wwwhaA-ooo......wwwhaA-ooo...
...wwwhaA-ooo......wwwhaA-ooo...
Her little sister rolled forward onto her knees, suddenly much closer, and Shelby reared back.
"So then I thought," she said softly, smiling ever so slightly, "well, what's the opposite of trying to hurt you? And so, I think I'm gonna be nice to you." She reached up, and brushed her fingertip gently along Shelby's cheek. "So nice. You know? Like a sister. Can I get you anything, Shelby? Can I get you some water? Hmm? Keep a little towel handy to wipe away the sweat while this pump sucks your big, milky udders dry? Would you like that, Shelby?"
...wwwhaA-ooo......wwwhaA-ooo...
Amelia kept up the ploy for another few seconds before rolling her eyes and rising to her feet. As she turned, Shelby saw that the back right side of her neck was bright red from scratching. Seeing that hurt more than anything else, and not the good kind of hurt.
"I love you," Shelby said, at barely above a whisper. Tears were forming in her eyes, but it felt good to say.
Amelia didn't even turn around. "No, you don't. You're just hard up for an O."
"I love you."
"You don't know what you feel, Shelby. You need someone to manage you andtellyou how you feel, and you don't have that right now."
"You're wrong," Shelby whimpered, though her sister's words had cut deep.
...wwwhaA-ooo......wwwhaA-ooo...
"Shelby's a robot," she sang. A little piece of their childhood that struck her square in her heart.
"Stop!"
...wwwhaA-ooo......wwwhaA-ooo...
"You don't love me," Amelia snapped, turning back around. "You love attention, and nobody is giving you any so you're just gonna tantrum until you get it."
...wwwhaA-ooo......wwwhaA-ooo...
...wwwhaA-ooo......wwwhaA-ooo...
...wwwhaA-ooo......wwwhaA-ooo...
That hurt. That hurt Shelby a lot. Part of her knew that was true, but it wasn't the whole truth. "Nobody has ever made me feel like you did," she said softly.
"See, this is why I didn't want to get into this with you! You obsess! I kept hoping it would just go away, but—"
"How could something like that go away?You said it, Amelia. You said you wanted me to get off on the fact it was my sister doing that to me... and you know what? That kinda changed everything!You said that!"
"I said a lot of things, Shel." Amelia said pacing, scratching, then she stopped dead. She whirled around her eyes darker than they'd ever been, "No, just fucking no. You can't do this to me, Shelby. I'm not your lover, your domme, or your sadist. I can't punish you to make you feel better. The cost is too damn fucking much! I am not going to replace Dad just so you can feel like a good little soldier again. I'm not."
Shelby swallowed and looked down. In her mind, she was finally able to realize that what she wanted from Amelia was not a single thing. She did want the sadist in Amelia to hurt her, but she also wanted to lay down with her afterwards and be together. Somehow, before that moment, she had taken it for granted that those things were not simply both possibly but intrinsically connected. Getting one would earn her the other. As she watched her sister pace, she no longer felt like doing both was possible. It was going to be one or the other, and so, with a heavy sigh, Shelby focused on the now. Maybe this milking would be enough. Maybe this rig could satisfy her enough to put Amelia and herAmelia fantasies back into separate boxes.
...wwwhaA-ooo......wwwhaA-ooo...
She lowered her head, letting her hair fall around her face, and whimpered along in time with the pump. Softly at first, barely more than a sound in her throat, but growing steadily louder with time. There was no need to embellish. Although the pumping was finally starting to alleviate the swelling strain within her breasts, the milk was collecting directly below each in a bottle attached to the cup; the weight descending from her chest had not changed. They still felt like they each weighed a ton.
The more she concentrated on it, the worse the pain became. The pinching was ridiculously intense. She couldn't tell if it was actually any worse, or if it was only worse because she was so focused. To test her theory, she turned all her attention toward the pain.
...wwwhaA-ooo......wwwhaA-ooo...
"What are you doing?" Amelia asked, a moment later.
"It... helps..." Shelby sighed, as she rocked slowly in her bonds.
"There you go again!" Amelia said, sighing in aggravation.
...wwwhaA-ooo......wwwhaA-ooo...
Shelby looked up blankly.
"Don't give me your big eyes." She started pacing again. "Why can't you be up front and honest, hmm? Why do you always try and manipulate me to get your way? It's not fair. Especially not to me, but you know what? I keep falling for it so... I guess that's on me."
Shelby's eyes flashed but Amelia didn't give her the chance.
"You could have expressed privately, in the bathroom, once I'd gotten the pumps off. It wouldn't have taken long, butnooo, Shelby needed to have everyone watching her. It's the Shelby show."
...wwwhaA-ooo......wwwhaA-ooo...
"I... didn't want you to go through the trouble."
"Stop! Lying!" Amelia screamed. "It's not fair to me! I can see you getting off on this. I, of all people, am not gonna judge you."
"Thank you," Shelby whispered and closed her eyes and let her head hang.
...wwwhaA-ooo......wwwhaA-ooo...
"It meanta lot when you reached out. Like, I was so ready to hear that and, God, just, like reconnect, maybe forget the stuff. Forget the baggage. We could move on.Be there for each other.Do you know how badly I need that right now?"
Shelby did not, and she felt the color in her cheeks rising as she tried to avoid saying so.
"Instead, you showed up in that dress, with your tits falling out and those heels. How fucking stupid am I? I'll tell you how stupid I am. I kept hoping. I knew, but I kept hoping. Despite everything. That's how desperateI was."
...wwwhaA-ooo......wwwhaA-ooo...
"God, I'm so fucking stupid. You didn't even bother to get your story straight. You came here straight from one of those stupid team functions, but they're on an away stretch, right?" Her face took on a pinched expression.
...wwwhaA-ooo......wwwhaA-ooo...
Shelby only moaned in reply.
"You can't have both, all right? You need to decide what you want me to be."
Shelby looked up.
"What is more important to you, Shel? I feel like I'm being pulled in completely different directions here, and I can't do it. What do you want from me?"
Shelby wasn't capable of replying in that moment. It was hard to even think straight.
...wwwhaA-ooo......wwwhaA-ooo
"You get one sister in life, and you aren'tever going to get another one. Are you really willing to fuck all that up for the sake of satisfying some fantasies?"
...wwwhaA-ooo......wwwhaA-ooo
Shelby bit her lip and went for it, finding strength from deep within. "Does it t-turn you on to see me like this?" she moaned.
"What?"
"You've got a whole damnshrineupstairs. I'm your big sister, the pretty, attention-seeking daddy's girl.Does that turn you on?"
"It's not a shrine," she snarled.
"Good deflection," she said, voice unintentionally husky from the strain. "It's a reminder... of who I was. Before I was ruined. Look at me, Ames! I'm a wreck, my body is gone, my life is gone! I'm less than a person! Most days, I just feel like a life support system for my tits!" Then she added, softly, "I've been fooling myself thinking there was any other way but through. I can't live with this fantasy eating me up from the inside."
"What the fuck does that mean?"
"Please..." Shelby moaned.
"Please what?"
Her lip quivered as she whispered, "Hurt me."
Amelia, who had leaned in close to listen, fell to her knees beside the rig. Her eyes became distant, and she stared through the concrete as she said, "You have no idea what you're asking me to do, do you?"
It came out in a croak when she said, "I very much do."
Her little sister grabbed the frame of the rig with both hands, knuckles turning white before Shelby's eyes. For a moment, in her mind's eye, she envisioned those hands around her throat, and she let out a piercing cry of terror. Her gag reflex triggered all on it's own, just from the thought, and the resultant full body shudder set her breasts swaying even more emphatically than before.
Amelia seized on that reaction, moving around in front of her and leaning in closer to study her. If her eyes had been charcoal earlier, they were now black holes.
