Hunter’s sexy snippets

"Are you thirsty, little angel?" the familiar feminine voice purrs from not far away. "I have a cup of water right here, but I don't know how you can drink it with that awful gag in your mouth. It's not coming out though, so… we'll have to improvise." She sloshes the cup of water back and forth and hums to herself as if pondering. "Aha. I know just what to do," she says. She sips water into her mouth, then grabs Brendan by the jaw, tilting his head back and spitting the water gently into his pried open mouth.

The parched man gulps it down and gasps, shuddering and begging for more. 

"Mmm, is that tasty?" she hums, stroking his hair. "Get used to that taste." She fills her mouth with more water and spits it into his mouth again, her toes curling with delight as she watches him cherish every drop. "You're so cute, my sweet angel. I'm sure you're eager to know what we're doing today. 

Brendan sobs quietly as she strokes his face.

"What's the matter? Are you still thirsty? I guess you must be… it's been three days now since I left you here." 

Brendan whimpers and pants. 

"If you're good for your exam, I'll let you drink more." 

Brendan sits still and quiet as he tries to ponder what the Surgeoness will do to him next. 

"Your skin is so lovely, little angel… and it's only going to get more beautiful." She caresses his face, then his neck, moving her gentle fingers down his skin tenderly. When she reaches his chest, she spreads her fingers and cups him gently. Shooting pain ricochets through his chest as she squeezes him gently, and he throws his head back, gasping and choking. 

"Oh, very good," she praises him brightly as she continues to feel around the edges of his sore chest. Next, she inspects his nipples, slightly more colorful and protrusive than they were last time she visited. "You're already making wonderful developments. In no time at all, you will be perfect. But be patient, Brendan… be patient, and be strong." 

Brendan coughs and moans, his stomach twitching as he pleads silently for help. 

"What's the matter, Brendan? Are you still thirsty? Here… tilt back your head." 

He can feel her fingers and the lips of her pussy pressed into his mouth as she corners his head against the bondage rig with her pelvis. Her juices gush up against his tongue, and he chokes as she trickles a short stream of piss into his mouth, stilling the current before it can overflow. She does not intend to waste a drop. "Swallow, angel. I've got more for you." 

Rather than suffocate with a mouth full of urine, Brendan regretfully swallows the warm fluid, and she supplies him immediately with more. Gulp after gulp, Brendan swallows her hot piss, all while his body shudders and snaps with overstimulation. "Good. You're taking to your new role exceptionally well, my little angel. Are you hungry too? My cunt is leaking for you. Get your filthy tongue in there and slurp it up." 

Brendan hesitates, 

"I gave you that tongue piercing for a reason. Put it to good use, bitch." 

Terrified of what she will do if he disobeys, he extends his tongue and swirls his piercing around her clitoris as he laps at it, noticing an immediate increase in the flow of fluids to his lips. 

She moans, lacing her fingers in his hair. "Don't stop. Lick this pussy until it's clean. You're never forgetting the taste of this cunt as long as you live. You'll feed yourself from this wet hole every day, you maggot. This will be your only sustenance for the foreseeable future. You will live for the juice that runs from my cunt and it will be your only pleasure." 

He whimpers and moans against her cunt, all while actively trying to please her, flickering his aching tongue on her engorged clitoris. "Make me cum, or I'm going to cut off your balls and tape them in your mouth," she hisses. 

He whimpers and sobs, drool and cunt juice trickling down his chin as he struggles to please her, terrified for the integrity of his body. His captor has been mostly benign so far as far as harming his body, but he doesn't know who is holding him or what her plan is. Until then, he is just an unknown hostage, and anything is possible. She could feed him glass for all the rest of the world cares. 

"Oh God, yes, I'm almost there," she breathes. "Don't you fucking stop…" 

With a breathy squeal, she forces his face into her pussy and grinds on it, squirting her female ejaculant directly into his mouth. 

"Oh, Brenda… oh, how funny. I called you Brenda. Hmm…" She squeezes his jaw and turns his head back and forth. "I don't know… it suits you, I think." She tilts his chin up and spits down the back of his throat before slapping him. "Is your jaw tired, Brenda?" 

Brendan nods, trying not to look too eager for a break. 

"Let's free those lips for a while and see what you have for me." She leans in and unbuckles the gag in his mouth, removing it carefully. "Don't chip your teeth on your new piercing, darling. 

"What did I do to you?" Brendan sobs. "Please, tell me what I did to you… who the fuck are you!?" he cries out. 

"I'm the Surgeoness," she hums, stroking his jaw. "Oh, is that stubble? We can't have that, now can we?" 

"Why are you doing this? What are you doing to me?"

"You know Brenda, it's strange… and, correct me if I'm wrong, but… what you're doing doesn't sound a whole lot like a confession," she says. 

"I'm not the guy! I did a lot of horrible shit, but I'm not the guy! I swear to you! I fucking promise!" 

"You think nobody knows about your little escapade?" the Surgeoness hums. "You think you got away with it?" 

"I'm not saying that! I'm saying I didn't do it! Please believe me!" 

"I'd really like to believe you… but I just don't. Because you're pathetic and you're a liar, Brenda. And I know this about you intimately." She strokes Brendan's chest and plays with his nipples again as he grits his teeth. "Are they sensitive? Tender? Maybe a little hot?" 

"Yes," he grunts through his teeth. 

"Perfect… simply beautiful." She touches his tender chest delicately, feeling a small amount of padding where there was just bone several days ago. Delighted, she presses all around his chest and nipples, assessing how the progression of her plan will continue. 

"Stop…! It hurts!" he gasps. 

"Yes darling," she agrees with a nod. "I know." 

"What's happening to my chest?" he demands. 

"Are you hungry?" the Surgeoness pipes up nonchalantly. "I have something delicious for you, and it's about feeding time." 

"No, please… I don't want to do it," Brendan begs, fearing somewhere in his mind that she is going to make him eat feces. 

"Don't be so scared darling, it's not a dirty trick. Open your mouth." 

Brendan hesitates, still blinded by cotton pads. He wishes he knew what she was holding, or even just what was nearby. He was desperate for some kind of certainty. "Please, my family will pay you anything if you just give me back," he pleads again. 

"Will they now?" the Surgeoness hums, stroking his neck. 

"Y— yes! Anything you want. They'll do it."

"Texts in your phone record from two years ago are the last correspondence you had with your family," she hums. "They disowned you for selling your great grandmother's diamond ring heirloom. Is this the same family you expect to pay me?" 

His head drops forward as he lets out a defeated sob. "Listen, just let me talk to them! I'll make something work! I— mmpgghh!" 

As Brendan begs her for mercy, she stuffs a thick, long, cock-shaped gag in his mouth, pushing it all the way to the back of his throat. He retches and chokes as she straps it around his head, the cock snugly buried in his esophagus. 

His stomach twitches as he squirms and tries to get away, but it's already strapped in— his struggling is useless. 

"You need to learn how to swallow with this in your throat if you want to breathe, Brenda," she says, angling a sixteen ounce plastic syringe up to the hole in the front of the gag. Slowly, she pushes a thick, sweet, white mixture into the gag that emerges in the back of his throat, stifling his ability to breathe. 

Brendan jerks and twitches, gurgling on the faux-cum, and the Surgeoness grins sickly, knowing a great deal of her pussy juice and breast milk is mixed in. "Is that delicious, baby? Swallow, now…" She puts her hand on his forehead and grabs him by the hair. "Swallow, Brenda." 

He sobs and hacks, thick white cream oozing from the corner of his mouth. Brendan can't keep up with what's happening to him. With so many questions unanswered, he has no idea where to begin coping with the strange new lifestyle he is facing, and escape seems uncertain at this point. All he can do is obey his forceful feminine captor. 

So, sputtering and squirming, Brendan finally forces his throat muscles to close around the thick dildo, sucking the thick, warm white substance out of it little by little. 

"Yes, very good, Brenda!" the Surgeoness cheers. "You'll be shaping up to be a proper bitch in no time." 

Gulp… glork… suck… slurp… 

Brendan drains the syringe like he was born to do so. 

———x———

As Brendan starts to wake up, he finds his eyes uncovered for the first time in more than a week. His eyes are oversensitive and his vision is blurry as he starts to struggle. He can see someone standing nearby but can't tell who it is. He squints and blinks hard trying to identify his captor and hoping he recognizes her… her hair is short and curly. She's tall, skinny, and has small, perky, pink breasts… she has scars just above each side of her stomach, a narrow hourglass waist, round hips, chubby thighs, and… and a hard cock. Brendan suddenly realizes he is tied up in front of a mirror, and squeezes his eyes shut. "Oh god!" he whimpers. "Oh, fuck." His voice is even higher and more delicate and dainty than it was before… she administered more treatments to his vocal cords. 

"Did you not recognize yourself, darling?" the Surgeoness hums, stepping around the mirror. She has long, pin-straight silver hair and a face that strikes him as both young and mature at the same time. "Our improvements are stacking up." 

"I don't know who you are," he sobs. "I'm sorry. I don't know what I did to you." 

"Let's forget about that for a moment, angel," she hums, kneading his sore breasts. "Let's talk about your future." 

"What do you mean?" Brendan whispers. 

"What, did you think I would let you go once I created my magnum opus? No, Brenda… I'm keeping you. And I intend to play with you every day. I intend to use your body as an instrument of pleasure. I intend to craft you to my exact desires and control every aspect of your life. You will know what it feels like to be used." 

Brendan's cock twitches at the daunting words and he shudders in fear and arousal. "What happens next?" 

"I think it's time we started your dairy training." 

His breath runs short. "Dairy training?" 

The Surgeoness flashes a pearlescent smile and walks around behind Brendan, returning with a rolling cart containing a vacuum device, a canister, and two suction apparatuses attached to tubes. She turns on the machine and it rattles to life, air rhythmically hissing through the suction cups. 

"Your breasts look ready. And I inject that prolactin so deeply the other day… let us see if you are ready." She kneads his breasts and begins to work her grip onto his nipples. At first the milk just buds on the surface, but in a few strokes, it squirts plentifully from his perky breasts.

"Splendid," the Surgeoness purrs. "It looks like we'll get a few ounces from you today. Imagine that, your first milking." 

She picks up the cups and lowers them closer to Brendan's chest. 

"Wait! Wait wait wait, don't— AGH!" 

His jaw locks open as she attaches the suckers to his nipples, white milk flowing up the tubes and into the canister. 

"Oh, beautiful Brenda! You're already producing so wonderfully," she cheers, stroking Brendan's back. 

"Please," he chokes as low as his altered voice will go. 

"Please what? Are you hungry?" she purrs, stepping up to straddle his lap and pushing her breasts in his face. She pops the buttons on her shirt to reveal her braless tits, leaking in sympathy with his. "Latch on, angel… it's all for you." 

Brendan closes his eyes and twists his eyebrows as he takes a nipple into his mouth and sucks the sweet, warm milk from her, gulping it into the hungry pit of his stomach. He hates himself for stooping to this level of obedience— a mutual milking was not something he ever considered could happen to him— but he is starving, and desperate for any form of sustainence that wasn't piss. 

"Mmm, very good girl, Brenda. Drain Mommy's tit. She's got another one for you." 

She reaches down and starts to stroke his member, precum budding at the tip. She viciously attacks his frenulum with her slick fingertips, coaxing yelps from his full mouth. Milk runs down his chin and neck, but he continues to suckle, desperate for the calories. 

"Are you still sensitive from that vibrator? It seems like it. I like to touch you here because it tortures you, Brenda. I'll be sure to utilize these nerves when I construct your clitoris." He sobs with his mouth full of her tits, his heart pounding harder and harder as she starts to stroke his shaft feverishly. "I know your hard-on is more sensitive while your tits are being milked. You can't hide it from me." 

"Mmph, mmph," he moans pathetically from her breast. 

"You've about drained that one. Here," she hums, switching breasts. She moans as he pulls it hungrily into his mouth. 

"Such a hungry girl. Are you going to come for me, hungry girl? Maybe I'll let you drain that rubber cock gag again today if you're good." 

He shudders and spasms as she slips his member into her pussy, burying it hilt-deep and squeezing it half to death with her pelvic floor. "Keep it in your mouth, baby. I'm going to see if an orgasm ups your milk production." 

She massages his breasts and pounds her hips into his as he whimpers in pain, a hot tingling building up in his breasts and member. His stomach is starting to feel engorged with her breast milk, but he can't stop drinking from her tit. It brings him a combination of comfort and arousal he's never experienced before, even amid all his fear. 

"You're gonna make me cum," he utters against her breast, drool running down his chin. 

"Then cum, you fucking slut," the Surgeoness says, slapping him across the face. 

His moans escalate and ramp up until he begins to scream, at which point his warm load erupts into her even warmer pussy. 

"Mmm, good girl," she praises, stroking his hair. He winces and cries out as she pulls the suction off of his nipples, now elongated and red. "You've been a very good girl tonight, Brenda. How would you like to sleep in a bed?" 

———x———

The Surgeoness smirks and grabs a pair of wireless headphones from the rolling table. "Some of your sensory privileges are being utilized for this part of your training. Consider it a treat from your loving owner." 

Brendan whimpered with his lips in a tight frown as the Surgeoness lowered the headphones over his head and then reached behind the headboard of the bed, pulling up a flat screen and angling it over Brendan's face. She turns it on, and Brendan flinches as flashing images and words appear on screen with a cacophony of indescernable noises and voices in his ears. He twists his neck and pushes the headphones off, and the Surgeoness grabs him by the jaw, looking him in the eyes. "You'll do what I tell you, or I'll let the bugs back inside your holes, Brenda."

Brendan yelps sharply and squeezes his eyes shut, shaking his head. "Please, no! I'm sorry!" 

"That's more like it." She slaps his face and puts the headphones back on his ears. "You keep your eyes on that television screen. If I see you close them or look away, I'll bring the bugs to you. Understand?" 

Brendan nods tearfully, his hips twitching. 

"There is one last tool I am going to use for your training today." She steps out of sight, and the next thing he feels is a slick plug pressing into his asshole, nestling up firmly against his prostate. He cries out, but keeps his eyes locked on the flashing images and words.

I AM A WILLING SLUT. 

I AM A WILLING DAIRY COW. 

THE SURGEONESS KNOWS WHAT'S BEST FOR ME. 

I AM A WARM, WET HOLE FOR ANYONE THE SURGEONESS DEEMS PAIRABLE. 

THE SURGEONESS' WORD IS FINAL. I WILL OBEY ALL HER WISHES. 

Images of cute women in short skirts flash between images of speculums inserted deep in gaping orifices, of breasts being drained of their milk, of large, long plugs being inserted in holes. Occasionally, a photo would be shown of a subjugated man followed by a photo of a female slave in bondage and being bred or milked by her suitors, and as the high dose of LSD quickly kicks in, Brendan enters a strangely receptive state of mind. The images presented to him neither appeal to him nor repulse him… instead, they start to melt into his subconscious, poisoning him with thoughts of femininity, transformation, and servitude. 

And then, his first orgasm breaks through the extreme, tingling overstimulation. As his mouth gapes with sensitivity, the Surgeoness stuffs a mask inside his mouth, disabling him from closing his mouth completely. A tube extends into his mouth and rests on the center of his tongue, connected to the tall collection canister. 

"Enjoy the bounty of your body, Brenda. It's all you'll be tasting for a while." With the push of a button, a pump begins to siphon the contents of the canister into Brendan's mouth a few drops at a time, forcing him to swallow his own fluids. With every passing second, he is slipping further into a trance, succumbing to the strange idea of becoming a female sex slave… the longer he ponders it in his strange state, the harder his cock twitches, and before long, the machine has another load to feed back into his parted lips, painstakingly slow. 

"Mmph… mmmghhh," he moans, struggling, but with his eyes transfixed on the flat screen displaying his inevitable destiny. The strange mix of his breast milk, piss, and cum only conditions him to the idea of sustaining himself on these fluids, becoming a vessel for them to flow through. Pump after pump, he gulps down his recycled fluids, suddenly eager for more. As the Surgeoness notices his Adam's apple bobbing hungrily, she turns up the pump. "You're taking to this new role so nicely. You're going to be a very good girl, Brenda… I can't wait to see how you turn out." 

Several hours later, the Surgeoness returns. She takes the mask out of his mouth, a string of drool connecting the tube to his lips. Brendan shudders blissfully, smiling as he sees the Surgeoness, his hard cock twitching excitedly. As she removes the headphones, she can hear a computer generated voice speaking: 

Being a man is painful. Being a man is uncomfortable. Being free is a burden. Life in the outside world is a burden. Being a girl is happy. Being a girl is carefree. Being a slave is happy. Being a slave is carefree. A good girl gets to cum. A bad girl is made to suffer. A good girl happily gives her milk. A bad girl gets the bug box. A good girl cleans the Surgeoness' pussy. A bad girl gets her clitoris tortured. A good girl will be praised. A bad girl will be punished. A good girl gets her G-spot massaged. A bad girl gets hers electrocuted.

The Surgeoness smirks watching her slave's glazed eyes twitch, reflecting the thousands of flashing images of vulgarity and bondage. "How are you enjoying yourself, Brenda?" 

"I… want to be… a good girl," Brendan utters, his hands and feet twitching in his drawn-and-quartered restraints. 

"Is the good girl hungry?" the Surgeoness hums. Brendan nods eagerly, opening his mouth for her to strap the mask back in, his lustrous eyes transfixed on the screen. "Mm, so eager to learn," she sighs, strapping the mask firmly in and turning up the pump. His breasts are still steadily producing milk, and so is his cock— she wants to drain every drop from his supple body before she even thinks about letting him rest. 

The Surgeoness can hear a countdown begin on the headphones: 

Are you a good girl, Brenda? Cum for Mommy. Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five… four… three… 

She lays the headphone down on his ear, immersing him fully back in his trance as his hips start to twitch and buck, sending his seed shooting up through the milk machine tubes.

Good girl, Brenda. Brenda is a good girl. Good girls will be rewarded. Bad girls will be tormented. Good girls like breeding and milking sessions. Bad girls resist. 

He shudders and moans between hungry gulps, his fingers and toes curled sharply as the continued suction overstimulates him to the point of pissing again. She smirks as she watches the fluid chase up and down the tubes before pulsing up the pump and into his mouth. The Surgeoness grins, pacing away and turning the lights off for the night as the voice continues to alter his mind. 

———x———

The Surgeoness walks in with a grin on her face. "Oh, Brenda. I'm so happy to see you have taken to your designated role. Your milk production is the best I've ever seen in a new girl, and it'll only get better." She leans in and strokes Brenda's jaw. "That means you're a happy cow." 

I'll do anything the Surgeoness wants, forever," Brenda fawns, her heart pounding with fear at the thought of her nipples being spread and fucked. 

The Surgeoness' head snaps to look at her. "Brenda, are you eager to have your nipples fucked?" 

"N— no, Surgeoness. I'll— I'll do anything you want to prevent that," she stammers, squirming. "Please, Surgeoness." 

"You should take the word 'no' out of your vocabulary, my dear angel," the Surgeoness scoffs. The men on either side of her grin and laugh. "If I want to turn your sweet nipples into cunts and bloat your tits with the cum of a hundred men, I will." 

"Please, Surgeoness! I want to be a good girl!" Brenda pleads, curling her toes. 

"Relax, Brenda," the Surgeoness says. "I'm going to make sure you enjoy it." 

"Hnn… hnng… haah…!" Brenda whimpers and squeals as another fear-induced orgasm rattles her whole body. 

———x———

The Surgeoness slams the door to Brenda's chamber open. "Good morning, Brenda. Are you ready for me to modify your brand new teats for fucking?" 

She picks up a cruel little device from a nearby table— a tube attached to a cylindrical suction cup. But there's a second tube inside attached to a long, thin needle— longer than the cup. For the cup to touch her skin, half an inch of needle would have to be buried in her nipple… more, when the pressure came on. Brenda knows that as her nipple is pulled up into the cup by the suction, the needle will penetrate straight down into her breast.

Brenda squeals and whimpers as the Surgeoness straps her down on her back, hanging the suckers on a handle above her. "Nooo," she whines. "Please, Surgeoness, I'll do anything you want…" 

"What if this is what I want?" she hums, stroking Brenda's nipples with her latex gloved fingers. "What if I want nothing more than to bury my fingers and tongue in your warm, milky nipple holes?" 

N— no, forgive me, Surgeoness, please! I want you to fuck my nipples!" Brenda cries, smiling big and wide beneath frightened eyes. 

"Make me believe it's what you want."

Brenda swallows hard. "I want to feel your fingers inside my breasts. I want you to stroke my milk ducts," she whimpers tearfully. "I want you to massage my tits from the inside. I want you to fill them with the cum of a hundred different men." 

"You're doing a good thing for yourself, begging me… because I'm going to do it anyway. And then I would have opened them and put you in the box."

Brenda squeals and sobs, squeezing her eyes shut. "Surgeoness, please!" 

"Remember," the Surgeoness says, "Only bad girls get the bug box. Now, onto those beautiful nipples." She grabs the suction cups from the handle and guides them down to Brenda's soft nipples, very carefully lubricating and flattening the skin before she settles the needle in deeply, pushes the cup down against it, and turns the machine on. 

As the pressure alters itself in the suction cup, her nipple slips back down on the needle, then pulls back up into it. Each time, she can feel the needle pumping something into her tit, and she squeals as the Surgeoness lubricates and flattens her second nipple, attaching the cup.

"Beautiful, Brenda. This serum will cause your nipples to form sturdy openings. Your tits will be hungry for a cum in a few days. Say it."

"My… my tits will be hungry for cum in a few days," she peeps, her cheeks turning bright red. 

"There's a good girl." She strokes Brenda's face. "Now… I don't want to neglect your cock at all. Every moment you spend with it is precious knowing I will take it from you, and I want to make each second count. Be still… I want to fuck it." She withdraws a long, thin, metallic yellow dildo-shaped plug, only barely thicker than a pencil, but with a flared head. 

"Surgeoness," she whimpers in protest, but then bites her lip, moaning softly and raising her hips for the Surgeoness as she looks away. 

"There's my good slave," she purrs, spreading lubricant on the thin yellow cock. "I think you can take it all the way to the end."

"Please be gentle," Brenda whimpers, closing her eyes tightly. 

"Take a deep breath," she says, lining the toy up with her urethra, spreading the narrow hole with her fingers. Brenda grits her teeth, then cries out when she slips it in. Gasping and moaning, she shudders the deeper the Surgeoness pushes the toy. 

With a naughty squelching, the Surgeoness slips the base of the plug into the end of her cock, grinning as she knows the head is deep in her bladder. She attaches a one-way tube to the end of the toy and opens the drawer of a nearby rolling table to expose several large syringes filled to the brim with the Surgeoness' warm breast milk. She picks one up, and Brenda watches in peril as she empties the contents down the tube. She moans as she feels her bladder expanding, pulling her knees together fruitlessly. 

Three syringes later, Brenda feels like her bladder will explode. Cruelly, the Surgeoness presses down on it, forcing a choked moan from Brenda's mouth. 

"You're being so good, Brenda," she purrs, pressing her lower belly again and again in different places. "How do you feel, all filled with my milk?" 

"It's painful, Surgeoness," Brenda whimpers. "B— but I like it." 

"Good. Then I'll leave you in this condition. I'll return in a few hours to check your nipples, and if they're developing well, I'll upsize you."

"Upsize…?" Brenda breathes. 

"Yes, the injectors. They need to be gauged up to sufficiently prepare your tits to be fucked," the Surgeoness says, reaching between Brenda's legs and stroking the plug in and out of her urethra, the thick, flared head blocking any milk from escaping his bladder. "I'm going to upgrade them to little thin cocks… like the one inside yours right now." 

Brenda whimpers and cowers, turning her head away from her cruel master. 

Several hours later, the Surgeoness returns to Brenda with a little package containing two small, long, thin dildos with a tube running through them, all just thinner than a pencil— the next size up on her nipple holes. She needs to continue to receive the serum through her nipples and size up for the next several days to ensure her tits will be fuckable by real cocks, not just tiny rubber ones. She tucks the package into her apron and approaches Brenda, stroking her face before gently squeezing her breasts. "How do they feel?"

"They're sore," she whimpers. "Surgeoness, have mercy… I'm not a bad girl… I just need a break. Please?" 

"No, Brenda. This is all your week will consist of, training your nipples to take long, fat cocks. If you continue to defy me, I will punish you." 

"No! I'm sorry," she cries. "Forgive me, Surgeoness… my nipples are instruments for your pleasure." 

"Pleasure me while I change your size," the Surgeoness commands, dropping her panties and straddling Brenda's face. She disconnects the cups gently from her tits, pulling the long needles out ever so slowly to inspect her nipples. A string of slippery love juices trail from both nipples to their respective needles, revealing each nipple has begun to form a little hole. 

As Brenda slurps on her clit, the Surgeoness leaks a stream of urine into her mouth. "Swallow," she demands, her eyes transfixed on Brenda's nipples as she removes the needles from the suction cups and places the long, thin cocks. She grabs her left tit, squeezing until the nipple pokes up, and then slips the slick thin cock head-first into her nipple, a long, shrieking cry emanating from Brenda's blocked throat. 

"Swallow my piss, cunt," the Surgeoness commands, and Brenda obeys. The Surgeoness immediately refills her sweet new slave's mouth. She had been drinking fresh water all morning and filling her bladder for Brenda, knowing full well she would be thirsty. 

"Keep on sucking the piss out of me, you dirty whore," the Surgeoness spits as she pinches Brenda's left nipple with her right hand and picks up the dripping dildo suction cup in the other. She presses the head of the little bubblegum pink dildo to the dip of her nipple and slowly inserts it, Brenda crying out at the top of her lungs as she drowns in her master's piss. "Drink it all, Brenda. Drink it all." She repeats the insertion on Brenda's other nipple as the raven haired new girl squeals and thrashes. 

"Are you being a bad girl, Brenda?" the Surgeoness scolds. 

"Mm-mm! Mm-mm!" she pleads, shaking her head with her tongue on her clit and gulping her piss down. 

"I think you're being bad. How can I punish you…? Hm." 

"Mmmhh! Mmmhhh!" she cries, sobbing as her nipples are fucked with the suction. 

"I'll figure something out for you… I will, Brenda. Now… is your bladder still full like I asked you?" The Surgeoness pushes down on Brenda's bladder and she cries out, squirming. "Listen to me, Brenda… listen carefully. I'm going to take the plug out of your urethra. And I want you to hold every drop of milk inside you. Do you understand?" Sobbing, Brenda nods in the Surgeoness' cunt. "Good girl. Now, here we go… if you spill any of my milk, I will make it very painful for you." Brenda whimpers and nods again. 

"Here we go, Brenda… it's coming out." She begins to pull the plug out the length of her cock, Brenda whimpering and moaning as the flared head spreads her. Her bladder aches and burns terribly… she wants nothing more than to unleash the contents onto herself just to get the sensation out. But still, she clamps down, trying to withhold the fluid as she was instructed. Only a few drops trickle down her shaft as the long, thin cock is removed. "Very good. Now, you sit here and hold it while I get your feeding gag." 

The Surgeoness gets off Brenda's face and exits the room. Brenda holds her breath and counts the seconds waiting for her to return, her knees drawn tightly together. She lets out a pathetic moan, her entire body trembling as she forces herself to hold it in just a little longer. It wants to come out desperately. 

"I'm back my sweet pet… and you held it! Good girl, Brenda!" she cheers, stuffing the long gray cock gag down her throat and strapping it in. "You've warmed up your own dinner, Brenda… are you hungry?" 

Brenda whines as the Surgeoness grabs her cock again, slowly feeding the thin tube connected to the gag up her urethra. "You can let go now." The moment the tube breaches the threshold, the milk shoots up and through the gag, down her throat. She moans, gulping at the fluid knowing the Surgeoness would tell her not to waste a drop. 

"There's a good girl, Brenda. Let it all out, and drink it all down… you're such a good recycler." 

Brenda closes her eyes, her Adam's apple twitching as she swallows each mouthful. Gulp… gulp… gulp… gulp… 

———x———

Moaning, both women sheathe their cocks in Brenda's nipples, embracing the warm wetness of the tight new holes. 

"It feels so strange and wet," Lisse chokes. 

"God, I— I can't wait, I'm so turned on…!" Stroking her long cock inside Brenda's breast, Manna lets out a shuddering moan, releasing her first load inside of Brenda. Brenda cries out, her pierced tongue hanging out of the o-ring gag and dripping drool as she feels the cum swell inside her. Lisse starts to thrust, but only for a few moments before burying her cock hilt deep in her nipple and cumming. Brenda utters out a shuddering grunt, her fingers twisted in hooks as she pulls at her chains. 

"Are you enjoying yourself, Brenda?" The Surgeoness asks, leaned up against a wall not far away in her white coat, black apron, and silver pencil skirt. Brenda shakes her head, pleading with her eyes. "Would you like to enjoy yourself, Brenda?" She throws her head back and forth, whimpering with her eyes squeezed shut as the Surgeoness retrieves a remote control from her coat pocket, turning the dial. As the dial clicks into the "on" position, the plug nestled up against Brenda's prostate begins to vibrate, and her back arches, letting out a shuddering, breathy groan. 

"You're so eager to be naughty… two can play that game." Brenda steps closer, pulling a long, thin, bumpy instrument from her apron. "But only one can win." She crouches in front of Brenda and begins slipping the long toy up her cock until the smooth, angled foot of it is pressed into her prostate inside her bladder, and the ring is hugging her frenulum. Then, the Surgeoness turns a switch, and the device begins to vibrate. 

Brenda thrashes and pants, her honey brown eyes wild with fear and lust. As the sensation of vibration attacks her prostate from both sides, the two transwomen begin to thrust in her tits again, moaning and panting blissfully. Between the nipple penetration and the merciless vibration, Brenda can't help herself no matter how badly she doesn't want it— cum burbles up around the urethral toy and leaks down her cock as she screams, her legs rattling and her cock on fire.

The women pump into her tits orgasm after orgasm until they've become swollen and engorged, occasionally delivering her a slap or stepping on her member with their bare feet, but never removing their long cocks from her teats, regardless of how the pressure builds. 

"I'm going soft," Lisse finally says. "I have to tap out." 

"Me as well," Manna confesses. 

"Keep them in for just a moment," the Surgeoness instructs, approaching a drawer nearby. She returns with a pair of thick, hot pink anal plugs, wrapping her finger around Brenda's right nipple. Lisse moans as she pulls her cock out, and the Surgeoness quickly slips a pink butt plug into Brenda's nipple, sealing the warm, sticky cum inside her to mingle with her milk as Brenda cries out in despair She repeats the act on her left nipple, and Brenda cries out again, drool running from the open gag. 

"You did good today, my sweet pet… except for your relapse." She strokes Brenda's cheek before removing two cotton pads and a roll of medical tape from her apron pocket. "Say bye-bye to your sense of sight for the foreseeable future, Brenda." Brenda sniffles and hangs her head as the Surgeoness covers her eyes with the all-too familiar patches. "Now. There's just one more thing I need to check." The Surgeoness spreads the measuring tape again and wraps it around Brenda's breasts. "Hm! Well done, ladies. She's gone from a B to a DD. I'll be requiring your help again in the future." 

Brenda shivers and moans, long since overstimulated by the relentless prostate stimulation. Another squirt of cum emerges from her, shooting out in several directions.

"You look good down there, Brenda," the Surgeoness comments. "I think I'll leave you here until I've prepared your punishment. Don't stop cumming, little angel… I want you depleted." 

———x———

Brenda awakens to a strange, pleasurable sensation and begins to writhe her hips, moaning. "Good morning, Brenda. How does your new clitoris feel?" Brenda whimpers and moans, her eyelids fluttering as her master toys with her seeping pussy. "You're going to get to know your new pussy very well… very soon. Remember, we have to dilate it every day," she hums, stroking Brenda's beautiful new pussy. "I think we'll get ahead of the game and do it several times a day. Don't you agree? In fact… I've invited some friends over to help you get started. There's enough of us here for you to service us three times each, every day, for a month, and keep every hour blocked up perfectly. You'll be taking cock in your sleep, Brenda. Aren't you so excited to have hot cream inside your new cunny?" Brenda sobs and tugs her chains, but her pussy is dripping and throbbing around the Surgeoness' fingers. 

"Now let's see about those tits," she says, groping Brenda's firm, tender chest. She massages her full, perky tits and squeezes them gently, expressing a spritz of warm, rich milk from each nipple, leaking down her breasts and the Surgeoness' gloved hands. "Oh, beautiful," she breathes. 

The Surgeoness pulls the table Brenda is tied to closer to the pumps and switches them on, the distraught dairy cow moaning and writhing as her captor equips her udders with the diabolical sucking mouths, a steady flow of warm, white liquid rushing through the clear tubes and into a canister. 

"Ladies," the Surgeoness calls, opening the side door. "Our pet is ready for service. Who wants to be the first to taste her brand new juicy cunt?" 

The excited women raise their hands and quip to one another excitedly, crowding into the room and stripping off their clothes to reveal long, hard, throbbing cocks between their glossy, smooth thighs. Brenda gasps as the Surgeoness pulls her leash and secures it, forcing her open mouth down to hip-level. A woman steps up to Brenda's lips and pulls her radiating red cock out, slapping the submissive bitch's face with it.

"Are you going to be good for us and cum, Brenda?" The Surgeoness asks. Fluttering her long lashes, Brenda extends her tongue, a hot string of clear saliva dripping off the tip. "Good girl," she hums, stroking Brenda's chin as the woman slips her long cock down the back of her hot, silky throat. "Piss down her throat," she instructs the woman, who grins and nods. Brenda's mouth suddenly floods with piss, and she gulps it down with a feverish eagerness. "I'd like to invite you all to relieve yourself in Brenda's mouth when you feel the need. She's not good for much more than that." 

The Surgeoness' friends waste no time crouching between Brenda's legs and lapping at her juicy cunt, spreading it and dipping their fingers in to the last knuckle. One of them spreads her pussy juice up to her asshole and plunges her fingers in as deep as they will go, making Brenda choke on the cock. 

The women skip their fingers in and out of her new canal feverishly, delighting over her wetness and tightness as they argue over who should deflower her new pussy. 

"Smallest cocks should line up first… so we can stretch her out." 

"Quickest cummers should go first so we can fill her to the brim." 

"I want her asshole."

"I want her mouth." 

"We can take turns, ladies. Everyone will get to play with every hole… even her urethra will be available for play when I permit it. Right now, she has a catheter. Would someone like to inject their cum into her bladder? Perhaps piss inside her?" 

Brenda whimpers with the woman's cock buried in her throat, writhing and gulping on the slow stream.

"Let me drink from those beautiful breasts." A ginger haired woman approaches the cow's teats and pulls one of the milkers off, attaching her lips and sucking hard. Another one takes her catheter and slips the tip into the end of her cock, filling Brenda's bladder with a foreign piss injection. 

"Leave some room. I want to put my cum in that piss hole," another woman says, grabbing the catheter and sliding it in and out of the cow's urethra. The first woman passes the catheter to her, 

Brenda moans as the woman with her cock in her mouth starts to thrust down her silky throat, one of them behind her grabbing her by the hips and slipping her cock into Brenda's pussy. Another woman pushes her cock into Brenda's mouth, and the first woman removes hers for the second to urinate down Brenda's throat, who eagerly drinks every drop. One by one they line up to empty their bladders in her mouth before stroking themselves in a circle around her. 

"By all means, breed her nipples," the Surgeoness encourages from the sidelines, going around the room and greeting each of her guests with a tongue kiss and a caress of the breast. 

Brenda grunts as the other sucker pops off her nipple, and a cock pushes straight into her tit. "Ohhh. That feels amazing," the woman groans as she starts to fuck Brenda's milky tit. 

"Let me try," another woman pushes in, slipping her cock in alongside the first, and Brenda shudders out a bleating cry from the stretch. Both shaft in and out separately as the woman suckling her remaining breast inserts her tongue and starts to flick it inside her. 

"Mmmm," the red haired woman moans, popping her nipple out of her mouth as it continues to leak milk. "She tastes delicious." 

Another woman, a dirty blonde, drops to the ground next to her, rips her blouse open, and pushes her tits together. "Get it on your girl cock and let me suck it off." 

The redheaded woman obliges, inserting her cock into Brenda's nipple, saturating it in her milk, and then taking it out and putting it in the blonde's mouth, who slurps and moans. The redhead dips her cock head into Brenda's nipple again, pulling it out to let the blonde suck it clean.

At the right breast, the two women thrust in fully, moaning as their cum fills her breast up. After pulling out, the first woman to penetrate her pulls the second to the ground by her hair. "Suck it out." Without wasting a moment, the second woman lustfully seals her lips to Brenda's nipple, eagerly feeding herself with the cum and milk bloating it from within. 

Behind her, one woman thrusts into her pussy as the others take turns slipping the end of her catheter into their cocks to piss or jerk off into her bladder, rapidly reaching its capacity. Another two stick several of their fingers in her asshole, stretching her and massaging her prostate greedily. After the woman fucking Brenda's pussy cums inside her, another steps up to take her place so quickly Brenda almost doesn't realize the cocks have been switched out at all. 

The woman fucking her mouth cums inside it, and another steps up to piss in her mouth. She seals her lips around the head of her cock and suckles it like a bountiful teat, thirsty for the piss of her masters. "Look how thirsty she is," the woman says, slapping Brenda's face. "Anyone else need to piss?" 

The women shake their heads, but just as quickly, the door opens again and the next crowd of women steps in, their cocks bulging in their skirts. A black woman with a flowing coiled mane steps to the front, her thick, veiny cock hanging well below her skirt. "Is it time for our shift yet?" she asks. 

"You're early, Melinda. But nobody said you can't join the fun." The Surgeoness gestures to Brenda. 

Melinda steps up to Brenda's lips and pulls her skirt up, pressing the purple head of her engorged cock to her drooling lips. "Can she take it? I've never gotten a good deepthroating in my life," Melinda comments. 

"Yes," the Surgeoness says. "In fact, I'd like you to put it as deep down her throat as you possibly can, and I'd like you to piss." 

"I'll get to that." Melinda grins and grabs Brenda by the hair. "Service my head with that piercing, bitch." Brenda extends her tongue and engulfs the tip of the thirteen inch black cock in her mouth, looking up at Melinda with pleading eyes. "Don't look at me like that, whore. I know what you did." 

"Don't displease our guests, Brenda. If I receive too many complaints, I'll be punishing you," the Surgeoness says. 

Behind her as she sucks the head of Melinda's cock, one of the women slips herself up between the legs of the woman fucking her, and attaches her lips to Brenda's clitoris, sucking it tenderly. Brenda starts to twitch and grunt as Melinda slowly pushes her cock into the back of her throat, choking the comparatively petite cow with her womanhood and pressing into her tight esophagus. 

"Ohhhh," Melinda moans as she presses deeper, "fuck. That throat is tight and slick." As she buries her cock completely, Brenda's lips pressed to her pubic hair, she looses the contents of her bladder, just as the Surgeoness requested. She rolls her head back and moans, holding Brenda's head to her crotch. She draws back about six inches before thrusting back in hard, ramming Brenda's throat again and again until she begins to come up on her climax. Melinda nudges a woman suckling her left tit out of the way and slips her cock into it, stroking herself into the nipple until she cums, pumping gush after gush of her cum into the breast. The hungry blonde reclaims the nipple the moment the cock leaves it. 

Melinda parts the woman as she walks back to Brenda's ass. "That pussy is brand spanking new," Melinda purrs, slipping her fingers in it. "I'm more of an ass gal, myself… you understand, Brenda." The two women with their fingers in Brenda's slick asshole stretch it open as Melinda places the head of her cock inside, the girls letting go for Melinda to do as she pleases. 

"To the new round of ladies, I'd like to invite you to urinate in Brenda's mouth, or in her catheter. She's getting full now, but if she wastes a single drop of your piss, I'm putting her in the bug box to suffer for the weekend." 

Brenda moans and extends her tongue as women take their cocks out and place them in her lips. She forms a seal and suckles the heads of their cocks as they pump piss into her mouth, every last drop disappearing down her dirty whore throat. For several of them, all it takes after watching her swallow their piss is a few thrusts in her silky throat to punctuate their donation with a generous burst of semen. 

Brenda's mind is swarming with the shame and pleasure of being an interactive urinal… even going so far as to consider drinking piss to be her divine purpose. But as each cock enters her mouth and she sucks the hot piss down, feeling it fill her stomach, she experiences a strange gratification. She doesn't just drink piss because she has to. She's drinking it because she feels pleasure doing it. The women moan, their hard cocks twitching as Brenda claims every drop of piss from their bodies. Her bladder is nearly full to bursting with cum and piss, no relief to be seen. 

The sensations are building up; her nipples being fucked by multiple cocks at once. Her throat becoming a piss receptacle. Her bladder being filled with the fluids of others. Her clitoris being suckled, her pussy being fingered, and her ass being fucked. It all comes to a head at once as she chokes on the cock pissing down her throat and clenches up, her body brutally shaken by her orgasm. Piss runs out of her lips as she squirts and trembles, her eyes rolling up in her head.

"What is this, Brenda?" the Surgeoness snaps, wiping piss off Brenda's chin. "I told you not to waste a single drop. What a mess you've made." Brenda whimpers and shakes her head, her mouth still full of cock. Melinda sheaths her entire cock in her ass and gives a few hard pounds before depositing her payload with a groan. 

Brenda, barely able to keep herself upright, lets out one final moan before collapsing. 

———x———