Milking Slave (Conclusion)
Milking Slave (Conclusion)
Before executing the operation, I glanced at Yun Seol-ha. Oblivious to having nearly been raped, she was staring out the window.
What's out there?
I looked where she was gazing, but saw only the unremarkable sky of the underground city. Her continuous head-bobbing suggested she'd fallen into a light standing slumber.
The Oist mercenaries were leering at my cleavage with obscene eyes, licking their lips as if ready to pounce any moment.
"Heh heh, let's taste our Lieutenant's pussy."
As expected, the bastards rushed to embrace me. Though their movements were laughably slow, the packed train left no room to evade.
Whump-!!
I barely twisted away from Corporal Rikun's grasp. The solid wall of people behind me pressed close. If I stayed, I'd surely be caught.
Can't show such disgrace before Seol-ha.
Frantically pushing through the crowd toward the front cars, I noticed all the bastards had abandoned Yun Seol-ha to chase me. Their sinister grins sent chills down my spine.
If caught, I'll be raped.
Calmly navigating the throng, I reconsidered escape plans.
If I lose them in distant cars and return to Yun Seol-ha, we could hide in the freight compartment until arrival. They'd never find us.
While squeezing through tight spaces, I realized an unavoidable problem.
"Hngkt!"
My braless Augmented Breasts rubbed against passersby, accumulating stimulation. The front of my shirt dampened - breast milk was leaking.
Damn it, damn it.
Attempting to cover sensitive areas with my hands proved futile against their swollen size. X's Milk Stimulant injections overnight had left them oversized and hypersensitive.
Shouldn't have removed my bra.
Regret flooded me for discarding the bra to provoke them.
Each step forced contact between my breasts and strangers. Pleasure piled layer upon layer in my mammary glands. I knew I'd collapse when it surpassed my limit.
My pace slowed noticeably. Looking back, the bastards were closing in.
Seeing Corporal Rikun's red eyes hunting me like prey recalled yesterday's events.
Shamefully intoxicated by lust, I'd surrendered not just my breasts and pussy to that trash mob, but control over life and death itself.
Fuck.
The sensation of near suffocation through a plastic bag resurfaced. An unbelievable pleasure mortgaged by life. Pickled in that ecstasy, I hadn't resisted when he choked me. Perhaps I'd even wished he'd take my life for higher climaxes.
Feeling hot love juice stream down my thighs, I forced through the crowd. After three more cars, I encountered excessively obese men. Their gaps were so narrow I'd need raised arms to pass.
Can I manage?
Slowly removing my breast-concealing hands, I raised my arms to slim my profile. Then wedged myself between the mountainous men.
"Ngh!"
The train jolted, mashing my braless breasts against a man's back. My nipples instantly expelled a gush of milk without resistance.
Sploosh-.
"Haaang, haaak, haaaaak!"
Continuous train vibrations pressed my breasts against his back, unleashing endless milk.
Squelch, squelsh, squirt, squelch, splurt, splash-.
"Ngaaak, uuuk, hreek, hk, hk, hreek!"
Violent milking orgasms assaulted me consecutively. Unconsciously, I lifted my breasts to concentrate nipple pressure.
The Oist mercenaries were dangerously close. I needed to stop this foolishness and flee. Just one more breast rub against his back before moving forward.
The man noticed my actions and began grinding his back against my breasts despite stable conditions.
Squelsh-, splurt-, sploosh! Sploosh! Sploosh! Squelsh! Sploosh!
"Hreek! Hk! Hk! Haak! Hraaak, hk! Hreek!"
Drunk on milking pleasure, I couldn't move my feet. As white-hot ecstasy consumed me, something pierced my nose piercing. Corporal Rikun's gloved finger.
"Kehehe, troublesome little thing making masters move. And rubbing your tits on this pig bastard?"
"Wh-who are you?"
CRACK!!
"Graak!!"
An Oist mercenary following Corporal Rikun kicked the obese man's knee. The man collapsed with his leg bent unnaturally, writhing on the floor. Bystanders fled from the sudden violence. The obese man crawled away terrified.
I growled at Corporal Rikun's finger insolently hooked through my nose piercing.
"Remove this hand unless you want death."
He chuckled and yanked the piercing.
BZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!
"Kkh!"
Understanding came slowly. My escape plan had failed.
Electrocution agony wracked my body. Dizziness struck imagining Yun Seol-ha suffering identically - too intense for her ordinary physique.
No, must stop this.
But resisting would trigger stronger shocks. I could only grab his hand and plead.
"Stop, please stop!!"
Instead of answering, he dragged me to a seat and forced me onto my knees. His bulging crotch filled my vision. His intentions became clear.
"Suck."
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Though repulsed, more shocks might kill Yun Seol-ha. Reluctantly, I tugged his rusty zipper. A massive penis sprang from his underwear. I desperately took it into my mouth.
"Glrk!"
As I bit his cock, he released both my piercing and the electric current.
Looking up, he gazed down at me with slave-master eyes.
"Suck."
Finger tension warned of returning shocks. Resentfully, I began forcing myself to suck.
Schlrp, schlrp, schlrp, schlrp, schlrp.
Vomit-inducing taste. I glared, swearing death upon piercing release. But my hatred only made him twitch with enjoyment.
Corporal Rikun removed his shoe and undid my buttons with toes. Though wanting to stop him, I could only suck his hardened cock.
Schlrp, schlrp, schlrp, schlrp, schlrp.
He swiftly unbuttoned my shirt, stripping me topless with his toes. Oist mercenaries ogled my breasts while spewing filth.
"Keheh, those milk jugs never disappoint."
"Corporal Rikun-nim, hurry up and let us taste too."
"Knock her up since she's a milk cow - make more milk."
Fucking bastards.
Though insults were unbearable, their gazes alone felt like electric breast caresses. The twitching cock in my mouth grew sweeter.
Schlrp, schlrp, schlrp, schlrp, schlrp.
Corporal Rikun pinched and twisted my nipples with his toes. My feverish body transformed even this vulgarity into sweet ecstasy. His filthy foot became drenched in my breast milk.
Schlup! Schlup! Schlup! Schlup! Schlup!
"Sucking harder when touched? That good?"
Only then did I realize I was vigorously sucking his cock.
I refused to answer, but feeling tension return to his piercing grip, I shamefully nodded.
He clamped my nodding head between his thighs, burying my face in his crotch. The tight grip restricted breathing.
"Ngk, k, k, k, ngk, k, k!"
"Don't need loose cunt-sluts like you. I'll spare your life if you make me cum before suffocating."
Murderous intent surged. Making him cum before suffocation was impossible. Better to kill them all.
As I resolved to kill Corporal Rikun, X's mechanical voice sounded.
[Warning, danger detected. Exercise caution.]
What?
"Uh, what's that?!"
"Evade!"
He released my head and scrambled up. Everyone - including Oist mercenaries - stared out the window where a familiar colossal presence loomed.