The Milking Machine
Chirp, chirp!
The birds were singing. A beautiful melody, like something played on an instrument, announcing that morning had arrived.
“Mmmgh... too bright.”
Piercing sunlight struck my consciousness, still sunk in darkness, with a slap of light. Squinting against the glare, I rolled over with a scowl.
It's morning already?
The dawn light filtering through the curtains informed me that a new day had arrived. That was a good sleep.
Back when I was rolling around in bed, I'd actually worried whether I'd be able to sleep at all. I'd fretted endlessly that Marin's naked body might prove too tempting, that I might lose my self-control and pounce on her.
But unlike those pointless worries, I had survived the crisis intact. Ahh, what a man I am. See? Told you I could do it. You're not the kind of man who loses to mere lust, after all.
Throb!
Ugh, my head.
A headache came rushing in, spreading like a wildfire gone suddenly out of control. I pressed my palm against my forehead, then my temples, kneading them in turn.
Why today, of all days?
My condition was a complete disaster. My body felt as heavy as if I were carrying iron bars across my shoulders, and there wasn't a limb — arm or leg — that didn't ache.
Muscle soreness? I didn't even work out.
On top of that, breathing was a struggle, and a crushing thirst was squeezing my throat shut. Water. I wanted water so badly. I'm going out of my mind here.
Normally, a night's sleep should leave you feeling better than yesterday. So why did I feel worse?
Squeak, squeak.
And I'm hearing strange sounds. Am I sick or something?
For some reason, it sounded like something I'd heard before. In any case, I decided to put my wrecked body behind me and force myself upright. Today was the aptitude evaluation. I could scribble my way through the written portion, but practicals and training in this state were out of the question. Just in case, I'd loosen up with some light stretching. Better than lying around doing nothing.
Time to get up, then—
Huh?
Why won't my body move?
Weird. Really weird.
I tried to roll over, but it wouldn't take. Even shifting my posture, I stayed locked in place as if something were pinning me down.
“Solis, hold still.”
Marin?
A familiar voice drifted into my ear. It was Marin's.
“Sorry. Almost, done, not yet.”
Squeak-squeak-squeak!
“Wait a little longer. Will finish soon.”
Finish? Finish what?
What is Marin doing right now?
I wanted to check what was going on, but my vision was hazy, as if fogged over. I did my best to blink both eyes as rapidly as I could, trying to force it back, but nothing showed the slightest sign of improving. Nothing for it, then. As the saying goes, when you have no teeth, you chew with your gums — I would deduce my current situation from sound alone, and from what my skin could feel.
Thwap-thwap-thwap! Squeak-squeak! Thud-thud!
All right, those sounds first.
A familiar timbre that nagged at my attention. Filthy and lewd, the slick slap of flesh striking flesh.
That one's a cock slamming into the mouth of a womb.
Glorp-glorp!
Followed by a thick, viscous, sloshing sound pouring out in waves. And that one's... semen being dumped inside a pussy?
Weaker than I remembered it, but this pleasure trailing up my spine from below and smacking into my brain— that's an orgasm. An orgasm... right?
Put the three clues together, and the conclusion was that Marin was currently having sex with me. Hmm. Hmmmm. Yeah, right. As if.
A baseless worry. Absolutely, one hundred percent not! I mean, Marin didn't even know sex existed as a concept. She was a naive woman who took it as gospel truth when I told her, back in bed one night, that a man and a woman simply lie down naked together, and that's all there is to it.
Her, secretly plunging a cock into a pussy and swinging her hips while I slept? Arousing scenario, sure — but that was categorically impossible. And right on cue, my vision was slowly coming back. Naturally, what Marin was doing at this very moment was—
“Solis, you're awake.”
Squelch-squelch!
...straddling me, hips. She was merrily rocking her hips, plunging my cock into her pussy with a hearty thwap, thwap! And through the gap, thick semen was dribbling out in ropes, piling up into a little mountain. It was quite the spectacle. Incredible work, me. Just how much had I fired off?!
“Solis, slept well?”
“I slept fine, Marin, but what exactly are you doing right now?”
“Sex. Extracting liquid from cock.”
The moment the words left her mouth, Marin set her stance and began swinging her hips. With a push-push, my massive shaft mercilessly drilled into her narrow pussy and pulled back, over and over. Where Yupi had managed to take all of me, Marin could only swallow about half the root — her tiny frame and her hole simply couldn't accommodate my length.
But none of that mattered in the slightest. Marin was doing her absolute best to satisfy a man. That fact alone was enough for me.
Squelch-squelch-squelch!
She bore down on my cock like a hydraulic press, rocking her pelvis at blistering speed, her cervix kissing the tip of my shaft again and again as she clenched tight around me. She hammered my rod as violently as if she were beating it into submission — but the semen brimming inside her served as a cushion, softening every impact. All that remained was the supreme pleasure.
Glorp!
“Ah, here it comes.”
At the sound of my semen gushing out in heavy surges, Marin gently laid both hands on the soft plane of her belly just below her navel. Could she feel it too? That she was stuffed to the brim in there, inside her pussy, with my pearly white liquid?
Her expression was as blank as ever, and yet somehow she looked unbearably seductive — like a nine-tailed fox in heat.
“Me, now know. Sex, putting male genitals into female genitals.”
“Where on earth did you learn that?”
“Internet. Posted question, people answered.”
“Wait-wait-WAIT, what did you just post?!”
I had just heard something I absolutely should not have heard! Eyes bugging out of my head, I shot up in shock — completely forgetting that Marin was sitting on top of me — and tried to force my body upright.
“Don't move.”
THWACK!
“GUHAAAK!”
Marin's fist, punishing me for acting without permission, slammed into my solar plexus. I clutched my stomach and groaned in agony.
“Wh-why?!”
“Because, Solis. Not satisfied yet.”
“S-satisfied?!”
“Cock, still standing. Semen remains.”
And there it was — her flawless logic that if my little soldier was still standing at attention, my balls must still have semen left in the reserves.
“Man, shrivels when done. Won't stop until then.”
Marin's eyes. No change in her expression, but beneath it blazed fighting spirit. A declaration that she would wring out every last drop, leaving nothing behind — and against my will, cold sweat broke out across my skin.
“Just one question. How many times have I gone already?”
“Don't know. Didn't count.”
“Let me rephrase. When did you start having sex?”
“Since Solis fell asleep.”
“So you're telling me you've been going at it nonstop from last night until morning?”
“Yes.”
Good lord, sweet merciful heavens!
So that's why everything below the belt felt numb and distant. I had been forcibly milked, all day and all night, by this woman!
“H-hold on! I've seriously hit my limit—!”
“No. Will do more.”
Thwap-thwap!
“Ughk!”
My breath caught in my throat. As if she had no intention of letting me go, Marin tightened her pussy around my cock, gripping it between her teeth.
“Treatment almost over. Solis, stay quiet.”
Treatment, my ass — I'm about to die here! I let out a silent scream. I knew my own body better than anyone. If she wrung me any harder from here, my life would genuinely be in danger. I had to put a stop to this — but the one holding the reins refused to allow it.
“Me, see it. Solis, every time semen leaves, light inside body dims.”
“Light... dims?”
Marin was spouting gibberish, and I couldn't make heads or tails of it. After all, what she saw with those two eyes of hers was vastly different from what anyone else saw.
But I didn't need to understand any of it to grasp one thing: this next shot would be the one that pushed me past my limit.
“Come on, come on!”
Thud-thud-thud! Squeak-squeak! Slap-slap!
Flat, deadpan encouragement. And the lewd, salacious melody played by a man and a woman entwined. The two of them wove together into a duet performed upon the stage of the bed. Rock-rock-rock!
My hips danced in rhythm with hers. Squeezed dry by the semen-extraction machine looming before my eyes, I readied myself to give up the very last drop. Haaahk!
I stretched my hand toward the sunlit window. Through the gaps in the light, naked angels were descending. Ahh, I can see them — they're smiling at me, raising the instruments in their hands, and beginning to play. Is this a dream? Yes, yes it's a dream. I—
BLURRRRT!
Thump-thump.
“Done.”
“...”
Ah.
I didn't know what it was, but something important had just snapped clean off. The final shot. So this is what Marin meant. My precious little friend was shriveling up — withering like a plant declaring it could never do this again, it hung its head low.
“Treatment complete.”
Marin raised a V with her fingers and declared victory. She lifted her body from where she'd been leaning over mine, planted her feet on the bed, and stood. Trickle-trickle!
“All out.”
I'd just woken up, and already my consciousness was drifting away again. And even through that, some primal male instinct couldn't tear my eyes from the sight of thick semen dripping out of her pussy, drop by heavy drop.
“Now, clean up.”
As if drawing the final curtain, she spread her folds with her fingers and pushed the semen out from within. A waterfall called semen, cascading from a crevice between rocks called flesh. Truly a breathtaking vista.
A sigh spilled from my lips — and yet, paradoxically, a smile spread across my face.
Not a bad way to go, all things considered.
As a man, I'd come as much as I wanted inside a woman. It hadn't exactly been by choice, but hey — satisfaction was all that mattered. My only regret was that I hadn't managed to get a photo of the scene.
And so, leaving that vision behind me, I saved it into the vaults of my memory as my consciousness ebbed away. And that was that. My awareness cut out at that exact point, severed like a cord sliced through with a knife.