“You came here after school… you were going to study economics at university?”
Penelope stopped as she was about to lift the table and looked in surprise at her Mistress.
“..No miss.. I worked as a school teacher for 5 years… until your people found me and… showed me how… successful… I could be …if i did what they said…” Penelope muttered as she took off her rubber gloves to reveal a solid gold watch on her left wrist…
Cynthia noted her slightly remorseful tone… and considered the potential for defection..
“Oh of course… I mistook you for one of my former assistants… after the medication and the … celebratory rituals… you all tend to look the same to me… Any children?” Cynthia said in an almost friendly manner as she started undressing…
“… 2…. but then my husband saw your girls… eventually he couldn’t … pleasure me… he … or she…works here now” Penelope muttered as she looked down at her own feet – not failing to notice her non-existent breasts… She was acutely aware that Miss Cynthia had Had many assistants… she didn’t dare inquire about their where-abouts.
“… You’re richer and more powerful than any school teacher Penelope… never be ungrateful for the Opportunity i’ve given you… and never forget that you work For Me” Cynthia declared as she gestured for penelope to bring the table and towels forth…
The table was an ergonomic padded bench with a pair of Stainless-steel U-shapes attached in front. On either side of the bench were arm-rests…
As Penelope brought the strange apparatus forward, she felt herself getting slightly wet as her Mistress undid the loops of her dress to reveal her monsterous FF breasts…
Cynthia’s long black hair framed them almost perfectly as she sat down on the bench and looked expectantly at Penelope…
“…aren’t you happy you don’t have breasts anymore my faithful Dyke-bitch Penelope…. and lay the plastic matting down… these rugs are a devil to clean…”
“… yes mistress…” Penelope mumbled. She knew what was going to happen… Cynthia often liked to bully her underlings… and Penelope liked … and needed… to be bullied… It was humiliating… and necessary…
“… I’m sure you love being Ugly and old don’t you… flat-chested with thinning hair … soon you’ll be bald… just wait until our next celebration event… won’t that be nice … to be Liberated from the unfair expectations of womanhood?”
“…yes mistress… can … can I show you my … my shame…?…” Penelope mumbed… She was extremely wet now… her thighs were practically drenched like she had urinated herself..
“…yes bitch… you may…” Cynthia said with a growing smile as she watched Penelope undress…
Penelope started with her work boots. She placed them next to the wall.. Then she took off her rubber overalls…. She placed them next to her boots… then she started undoing her leather belt…
Up until now, any one would have assumed she was just a guy with hormonal problems… She was now dressed in tattered trousers and a long-sleeved blue shirt… the only nice thing she had was a gold watch she wore on her right wrist… and quite frankly… it was a Man’s watch….
She shuddered as she unbuttoned her T-shirt… She looked down her boobless chest and saw her little beer belly and a pair of long nipples protruding from her relatively muscly pectoral muscles…
She remembered when she had quite normal-sized breasts…. she wondered what it would be like to have proper breasts again… that could have fed children… that could have made her Feel like a woman…and made men actually Like her…
She then looked at Miss Cynthia’s breasts… They were almost as big as Penelope’s own upperbody… the soft curve of them was intoxicating… They were Perfect… Penelope felt another gush of fluid come from her crotch…
She hesitatantly looked down at her drenched trousers before continuing to undress… slipping her arms from the sleeves of the shirt she threw it with the rest of her clothes… Finally she undid her trousers.
They were sticky against her ankles due to her excessive vaginal discharge… she took them off and threw them gracelessly with the rest of her clothes… Now she was only dressed in socks… and her rich man’s watch…
“…mmm show me your crotch Penelope…” Cynthia ordered as she leaned back in amusement…
Penelope’s face turned an extra shade of red as she took her hands away from her crotch to reveal her freakish pussy… It was lipless… wrinkly…fleshless… rimmed with a rug-like layer of hair…and Gaping with a pair of flappy wings going down her soaking ankles…
She could have taken half a baseball bat in her Disgusting Pussy without noticing….and Her clit was basically non-existent… Getting off like a functional female had become impossible for Penelope…
“Welll… it’s no wonder your husband wouldn’t fuck you…” Cynthia quipped as she fingered herself slowly… Penelope could barely understand how her Mistress could get off to her broken pussy and her titless chest… but Penelope Needed the humiliation… it was the only way she could cum…
The ‘woman’ came out of her day-dreaming and stepped forward to grab each magnificent breast with 2 hands… She carefully placed the left one in the left cup… and then the right… they were so heavy… her Mistress’s back muscles must have been very strong to carry them around all day… As the last breast slotted into place, Cynthia sighed with relief
“… milk me…” Cynthia whispered as she rested her hands on the arm rests and closed her eyes. Her long black hair fell around her breasts like exotic ebony silken drapes… framing her breathtaking face and goddess-like breasts…
Penelope wasted no time as she pulled out 2 large aluminum buckets and placed each one under each heavy tit…
Starting at the top of the cleavage, she forcefully pressed all the pressure points to expand the vessels which transported the milk to the nipple… After stimulating these pressure points, she would massage the entire breast in a downwards motion…
Her mistress forbade the use of milking machines, strings or ropes… she preferred the ‘massage experience’ even if it took longer…. When the milk build up was sufficient, she would lower her salivating mouth to the nipple and suck…
Eventually the thick creamy pungeant milk of her Mistress would fill her mouth up faster than she could swallow… The remainder of the milk she would squeeze into the buckets… When the milk flow slowed… she would start again…
Her big strong hands artfully caressed each breast… first the left… then the right… she had always found that allowing a break for each breast ensured the next load of milk was as efficient as possible…
A beautifully subtle and intricate network of pulsing blue veins showed in her Mistress’s boobs when she was lactating… massaging the breast tissue around the veins always seemed to please Cynthia the most… She groaned as the pressure in her breasts was relieved by the quivering hands and mouth of her assistant…
Needless to say… Penelope was incredible aroused during the whole process… The humiliation of servicing such Magnificent breasts pleasured Penelope excessively considering that she had Lost her own breasts on account of becoming the freakish broken titless female that she was now…
The buckets were almost full now… It was hard to believe that Cynthia’s breasts had actually increased slighly in size over the months that Penelope had worked as her ‘assistant’…
“mmm… suck me Penelope…. The sissies will have enough milk I think…mmmm” Cynthia moaned as she lovingly drew Penelope’s head into her bosom… Penelope’s mouth sucked and swallowed eagerly for what must have been half an hour as she pathetically humped her crotch in rhythmic motions like she was riding a willing male slave… She was so close to cumming…. She looked up at her mistress’s relaxed face…
“… (suck slurp)… Miss.. (slurp)… Cynthia…(suck)… can I … (suck slurp)… cum now? (slurp)”
Cynthia lazily opened her eyes to see the small pool of liquid between Penelope’s ankles where she was kneeling…. With a lazy kick of her right leg she kicked Penelope in the crotch…
“What are you penelope?” She asked as penelope slurped away
“…(suck)…I’m (suck, slurp)… a pathetic (suck) loser (slurp)…”
“…mmm … yes you are…” Cynthia smiled at her desperate subject’s admission. She kicked her in the crotch Again… but Harder… and then again Harder… Harder…HARDER… The third kick caused Penelope’s bum to rise up into the air with a deliciously Meaty Slap which elicited a muffled grunt from her…
Her little beer belly jiggled from the blow… She gasped as she stopped slurping down milk and moaned in what could be described as a genuinely feminine quavering orgasmic cry… Penelope ground hard against her mistress’ ankle she came as hard as a waterfountain…
To Cynthia, it felt like she was trying to block a water jet in a spa… It really was amazing how much such an ugly woman could cum…
Cynthia checked her watch as he pathetic assistant diddled her gaping pussy and sucked away the last drops of milk… The pressure from her breasts was receding… she didn’t feel so irritated now… but she was still horny…
She was used to having her ass licked at least once per day… that pig of a police comissioner could keep his tongue to himself… she preferred the mouth of a woman… even if she looked like a man…
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