Milking Slave (4)
Milking Slave (4)
Corporal Rikun, who had been eyeing an opportunity to escape just moments ago, approached me with a sinister smile.
The bastard's bloodshot eyes reflected a female panting while fondling her flushed breasts.
"Need some help?"
His voice carried mockery. The bastard saw me not as an object of fear, but as a bitch in heat.
Had Yun Seol-ha not been under threat of electric shock, I would've ripped out his disgusting tongue in an instant.
I drew my dagger from my belt and growled with guarded hostility.
"You weren't waiting to pounce on me, were you?"
Corporal Rikun stepped back, hands raised in surrender. The bastard feigned innocence, hiding the lecherous gaze that had been undressing me moments earlier.
He'd clearly planned to take advantage of my aphrodisiac-induced heat.
With a pitiful expression, he opened his repulsive mouth.
"N-no, absolutely not! I merely wished to assist seeing Lieutenant-nim in distress."
"Since when does trash like you help me?"
"I saw you massaging your breasts from the pain. Special Forces operatives undergo bodily modifications to produce 3L of breast milk daily. Left unattended, you'll experience excruciating agony."
Did he truly think I was massaging myself from pain? His eyes and voice betrayed far darker intentions.
My tone softened slightly as I questioned him.
"What exactly are you offering?"
"If you don't express the milk immediately, the buildup will cause unbearable suffering. Let me teach you how to operate the milking machine."
No amount of honeyed words could disguise that this merciless, vile Oist remained untrustworthy.
I sheathed my dagger with a cold warning.
"Try anything funny, and I'll snap your ankles this time."
"O-of course!"
The bastard gulped nervously. He instinctively knew I could kill him effortlessly if provoked.
I slowly surveyed the milking room's facilities again.
The chamber contained suction funnels for extraction and massive stainless steel tanks for collection. Transparent tubes connecting them flowed with yellowish milk.
A screen displayed on one tank wall. Touching it seemed to control the milking apparatus.
The interface appeared intuitive enough to operate. Yet I hesitated, fearing complications for the other women being milked. Reluctantly, I decided to accept the bastard's "help."
It'll be fine.
I beckoned him with a finger.
"Hey. Come here. Explain."
"Yes!"
Corporal Rikun sprinted to my side and systematically explained the milking machine's operation.
The milking room facilitated both extraction and disciplinary measures against prisoners.
White buttons adjusted milking methods and speeds.
Red buttons controlled punishments for deserters.
Options included Achilles tendon removal to prevent standing, breast augmentation to crippling sizes, brain extraction to create milk-producing dolls, or full limb amputation like I'd witnessed in the Battalion Commander's office.
Kamyu the masochist would've drooled over testing these on herself.
Punishment functions required Battalion Commander authorization. Granting such power to ordinary Oist mercenaries would annihilate the Special Forces overnight.
After finishing his explanation, Corporal Rikun pointed to an empty milking chair.
"Please remove your top and sit there."
The indicated chair gleamed ominously under the lights.
Deceptively comfortable-looking, sitting there would reduce me to a milk cow having her teats squeezed.
"Haa, haa, hauk, haaauk, haak, hauk, haeung."
The pleasured panting of nine Special Forces operatives filled the air. They seemed enraptured by having their milk extracted.
The room's kinky atmosphere and aphrodisiac gradually made my breathing shallow.
As I unbuttoned my shirt, my augmented cleavage became increasingly exposed. My breasts had grown so much that pale flesh spilled over my white bra. The pleasure switches hidden beneath yearned to be freed.
When I hastily removed the bra, electric tingles erupted from my nipples.
The bra strap snagged and flicked a nipple. The raw stimulation forced out an involuntary moan.
"Hauk!"
Startled, I glanced at Corporal Rikun. The bastard's eyes burned crimson as he studied my reaction.
This little shit.
"What're you looking at?"
"Your breasts are simply too beautiful, Lieutenant-nim! My apologies!"
Barely restraining the urge to smash his jaw, I sat in the milking chair.
Restraints automatically clamped around my wrists and ankles upon sitting.
"Pfft."
I snorted at the pathetic restraints. These flimsy things could be shattered anytime I wished.
Seated now, the adjacent women's moans penetrated my ears more vividly. The aphrodisiac's effects intensified, stirring kinky sensations. My nipples stood painfully erect, begging to be touched.
"Lieutenant Kelrot-nim."
Corporal Rikun had reappeared beside me, holding a squirming insect. The white-bodied creature wriggled incessantly, its black pincer-mouth gleaming sharply.
"You'll need this to meet your quota. We're already two hours past duty hours."
This bastard's definitely scheming something.
"You want me to eat that?"
"No, just let it latch onto your nipple."
Clink!
A screw popped from my restraints as I clenched my fist, grazing the bastard's cheek. He wiped the blood while making placating gestures.
"This insect can extract large milk volumes quickly. Shall I dispose of it if unnecessary?"
He started pocketing the creature.
Wait. More milk production? That means ending this filthy business faster.
Though repulsed by the insect, my desire to finish quickly overpowered my disgust.
I urgently called him back.
"Any side effects?"
"Temporary weakness, but someone as strong as Lieutenant Kelrot-nim could ignore it."
Weakness... A negligible penalty since I'm restrained anyway.
Though humiliating, I leaned toward using the insect. He wouldn't dare lie - he knows I'd kill him.
"Changed my mind. Use it."
Corporal Rikun grinned, retrieving the insect and pressing its pincers against my nipple. After struggling briefly, it bit down viciously.
"Ugh!"
The insect's venom flowed through my mammary ducts into my breasts. My ducts burned so intensely I could feel the poison's path.
"Hheu, hheuu, hheu, hheuuu."
As time passed, expanding ducts allowed more venom influx. My heart raced at the violation - a woman's sacred breasts conquered by an insect. If this thing bit my clitoris too... the pleasure would be overwhelming.
"Uuuh, hheu, uuu, hheuu, hheu, hheuu."
Corporal Rikun ignored my moans, intently observing the venom injection. My breasts swelled nearly 30% larger within moments.
As the insect's bite weakened, Corporal Rikun removed it and suddenly grabbed both breasts.
You little-
Just as I prepared to shout, orgasmic pleasure erupted from my nipples.
Sploosh! Sploosh! Splurt! Sploosh! Splooosh! Splaaaash! Splurt! Splurt!
"Hheuk! Huk! Hheuuk! Huk! Hheuk!"
Each squeeze produced massive milk gushes. Incomprehensibly, I kept experiencing breast-induced orgasms, my mind unraveling.
Schluuck! Schluck! Ssquick! Sqquick! Ssquiiii---ck--.
His kneading weakened, reducing milk output. He bent to retrieve something beneath the chair.
"Haak! Haak! Huk! Haak! Haak! Huk! Huk!"
Post-orgasmic aftershocks wracked my body. All I could do was gasp for air.
Soon, familiar mechanical sounds resumed.
Vrrrr-, Chook-chak, Chook-chak, Chook-chak, Chook-chak.
Looking up, I saw Corporal Rikun holding the milking machine's suction funnel. The nipple attachment contracted and expanded hypnotically.
Kneading my milk-dripping breasts, he spoke.
"Shall we begin proper milking? Can't waste this precious milk."