CHAPTER 20:
I removed my spring dress and flip flops. Then, I placed my cellphone in the glove compartment and concealed the car keys beneath the floor mat.
I took a deep breath, still worried that I might be at the wrong address. There was only one way to confirm this.
I exited my car and walked slowly towards the main entrance of the house, completely unclothed. The ground was not paved; it was merely dirt and rocks, which caused discomfort to my feet as I walked. I realized I had arrived early and rationalized the silence for that reason. I stood before the door, took one last deep breath, and rang the bell. I could hear a dog barking from behind the house. The wait felt endless. At last, the door opened, and I felt a tremendous sense of relief.
A stunning young girl welcomed me, adorned only with a collar and cuffs on her wrists and ankles.
Her innate beauty rendered me speechless. Every aspect of her was flawless; her olive skin was sprinkled with beauty marks and freckles, her deep, almond-shaped green eyes sparkled with warmth, her moonlit black curls cascaded over her forehead, and her radiant teeth were revealed behind her heart-shaped, soft lips.
Her slightly upturned nose harmonized perfectly with the rest of her angelic visage. Her athletic physique showcased small, firm breasts.
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Prior to the party, I will show you our dungeon located behind the house and utilize you for my own amusement. However, first, I require you to masturbate for evaluation purposes, all the way to achieving an orgasm.”
My legs were already spread, and I slowly moved my hand to my clit and started pleasuring it. Tom yelled to his wife: “Honey, come over, she is masturbating.”
His wife yelled back: “Not now, I’, on the phone.”
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When Master Tom arrived, he mentioned that one of his guests required human breast milk for his coffee later that evening. I was initially puzzled by such an unusual request until he clarified his intention to obtain it from me. I assured him that I was not pregnant, to which he explained that a woman could produce milk without being pregnant through a method known as induced lactation, which involves breast stimulation via pumping or suckling while simulating pregnancy.
After introducing me to his human milking machine, he instructed me to mount it. I found myself on my hands and knees, with my breasts positioned between two bars. He secured my cuffed ankles and wrists to the machine, as well as my collar.
He applied lotion to my breasts and then attached a pump to each of my nipples. Subsequently, he inserted a large dildo into my pussy, which was connected to an oscillating device, penetrating me deeply. He stated that this would stimulate my uterus, simulating the effects of pregnancy. The dildo was both stimulating and uncomfortable, as it penetrated further than anticipated and exceeded my comfort level.
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Upon our return to the living room, we encountered two unattractive, unkempt bikers. Uncle Tom clarified that they were here to collect on a debt, and that Stella and I were to spend time with them in the game room. The game room was located two doors down from the living room and featured a pool table, a poker table, dartboards on the walls, and several arcade games. As the bikers seized us on our way to the game room, Tom shouted: "You only have 30 minutes; after that, I will drag you out myself!”
As one bikers closed the door, the other struck Stella in the face, threw her onto a couch, and turned her upside down, positioning her neck where the knees typically are, and her knees where the neck usually rests. He then exposed himself and forcefully thrust his cock into Stella's throat. She was gagging and nearly vomited.
It was devastating to witness such a beautiful, flawless, innocent-looking young girl being subjected to such treatment. Before I could utter a word, the other biker seized my hair and flipped me upside down on the same couch, right beside Stella.
He also exposed himself and began to forcefully penetrate my throat. The two bikers alternated between Stella and me.
Feeling immense sympathy for Stella, I exerted considerable effort in pleasuring them as they withdrew from my throat, hoping to hasten their orgasm.
I recalled the gangbang session organized by Lydia and said to one of the bikers, "Please come in my mouth," which excited him to the extent that he released his load down my throat.
As the other biker continued to mistreat Stella to the point that she vomited, I positioned myself with my legs spread wide, caressed my pussy, and persuaded him that I was in urgent need of his cock in my throat, expressing my eagerness for him to come in my mouth, and I opened my mouth without delay.
He released Stella and thrust his cock deep into my throat, causing a noticeable bulge on the outside. Being accustomed to such actions, I continued to rub myself, suggesting that I was deriving pleasure from the experience. Within less than a minute, he withdrew his cock and ejaculated into my open mouth.
As they fastened their pants, one of the bikers remarked, "That was quite enjoyable for a damaged taillight."
Uncle Tom had inadvertently harmed the biker's taillight, and Stella and I were utilized to make amends for that. I pondered how costly a taillight could be.
As we all walked back into the living room, one of the bikers told Tom: “You got some nasty bitches here, specially the tall one!”