Recursion A.3.

RECURSION

A.3.

Josie and Ollie come back to themselves, groggy and confused. The last thing either girl remembers was their car breaking down in some small town stop on their roadtrip. Josie recalls a cute local guy offering to help… and Ollie remembers a round of drinks and feeling fuzzy… Josie wants to say where am I, but all she gets is a muffled gagging bark. What the fuck?

Ollie has gotten a step ahead and is staring at herself in the mirror: redheaded co-ed, pretty girl next door, naked on her knees, shackled to a horizontal steel pipe by a metal collar around her neck. Fuck! Her hands are restrained too, stuffed into tight metal mittens and locked to the same pole, while her feet are chained to the ground. She can’t fucking move! There is a ring gag in her mouth holding her lips apart, jaw stupid and aching, drooling. Her breasts hang below her, but they’re huge! Swollen bigger than her head! Great heavy mammary bags! And clamped to her nipples are weird metal tubes? Attached to plastic hoses? What the fuck is happening!? She moans in panic!

Josie hears her friend moan and sees the mirror, sees herself: a kneeling honey blonde college girl trapped to a metal pipe, her breasts grown huge and painfully heavy, hanging and… what the fuck? Are those milking machine cups on her nipples? Like she’s a cow on her uncle’s farm? Josie feels a cold shiver of fear… but also a dirty tingle in her belly: fuck, she’s had dreams like this…

“Good you are awake.” A deep distorted voice states. 

Ollie gasps wetly through her gag: the mirror is two-way and someone must be watching them! She frantically scans the room, sees it’s made of bare concrete block walls, smooth industrial tile floors, and bright fluorescent lighting. Like a prison, or a cage, or a zoo.

“Then we can continue,” the voice states.

Somewhere unseen a machine turns on, a mechanical chugging sound like a motor or a pump. Josie feels negative pressure pull on her nipples, feels the cold edges of the milking tube dig into her tits, the seal growing tighter. She gasps, spittle flying, fuck! Fuck the milking machine was on! Ohhhh…

“Not quite ready,” the digitized voice coldly judges. “Continue treatment.”

Ollie squirms in discomfort from the suction and feels a sharp prickle in her hidden hand, something icy cold flows into her arm. Panicking she notices plastic tubing disappear into her metal glove, fluid filled tubing, IV tubing… They are being drugged! She moans in terrified concern! Warmth concentrates in her chest, a swollen inflamed heat that settles in her heavy hanging breasts like a fever. Her nipples tingle and ache, and the heat in her tits grows almost painfully. She gags and feels her breasts swelling, gaining mass and volume, watches her tits expanding grotesquely in reflection…

Josie moans, shamelessly aroused, overcome by the milking machine, the sensation of her distended tits, so incredibly heavy, the almost painful growing pressure building inside her mammaries! It’s like a secret fantasy made flesh, or at least almost, so close, just one element missing! She whines, almost comes, feels a sudden release of that awful pressure as something sprays out of her tits. Milk! She’s lactating! Being milked! Fuck! She is being milked! Josie groans around her gag and shudders and orgasms.

“Excellent. Initiate Reward Conditioning.”

Ollie feels fluid leaking out of her breasts in great rhythmic spurts. She is agog, horrified, scared for her safety, but aroused too. Why does it have to feel so good? Despite herself, she can feel her pussy getting wet. Her virgin opening, her precious flower that she has diligently protected the sanctity of like a good Christian girl. Oh how she wishes for it to be filled! How she fears it! She hears a metallic clank and watches in the mirror as a contraption deploys on folding metal arms behind their exposed nude bodies. There is something she recognizes as a piston attached to a large purple rubber dildo coated in clear lubricant jelly. It’s a fuck machine! Fuck! Fucking fuck!

The fuck machine whines to life: servos engage, angles are adjusted, targets are acquired, positions are locked in. The machine surges forward, dildos vibrating, touching labia, parting pussy lips, forcing long rubber cocks into Josie and Ollie. Josie moans, already overcome with her milking, the fuck machine a very welcome addition! She comes almost immediately, hard, cunt squirting, before the mechanism is even fully activated. Ollie has a more complicated reaction to being penetrated: she whimpers, her enormous breasts pulsing in waves of pleasure while her vagina radiates a new and wonderful pressure as it is stretched by a phallus for the first time. Fuck! She wants to scream! Fuck me! The fuck machine rattles and the pistons start to move, withdrawing the dildos, ramming them back inside, over and over and over! Josie comes again, wishes the milking session would never end, and Ollie closes her eyes, is swept away by her body, the mechanical cock, the pounding repetitive force, the building sensation, until she squeals! Writhes! Has her very first ever feminine orgasm! But the fuck machine doesn’t relent, keeps hammering away, a patient diligent mechanism, and the milking continues too, rhythmic sucking, bursts of sweet creamy release, over and over, on and on, Ollie is a moaning wreck and Josie is in total bliss, ecstasy, right where she ought to be, milked like a fucking cow! She gasps, nearly chokes on her gag, and from the bottom of her heart goes: 

“Mooooooo!!!”>>>