Slavetoy brings me another glass of water. My vagina is so wet, and my bladder is getting full. I am uncomfortable. I stand to accept the water from Slavetoy, and as I sit I find one of the smaller, stubbier dildos prodding at my anus. I shift to get more comfortable and feel it poke pleasurably at my sphincter. I relax and let the tip inside me.
“The third category are lesbian rapebait. They’re basically like the sluts – they want to be fucked by men – only they haven’t realized it yet. They think they only like women. But when they get raped two or three times they learn how much they like cock. I have some friends like that.”
Slavetoy sits down next to me and leans against me. Her large, naked tits brush my arm. She nuzzles my neck. It feels good. I lean down and kiss her on the lips. Her mouth tastes like urine. It should be disgusting but somehow, it’s hot, and I kiss her harder to taste more of it.
“And the fourth type of lesbian is the stupid lesbian,” Laura says. “I mean, they’re all stupid lesbians because they’re all women, but these ones are extra stupid because they don’t think they’re lesbians.” Laura is fiddling with my skirt. She is uncinching it. She pulls it away and my cunt is bare. I squeal, but Slavetoy is still kissing me and it’s muffled. Laura parts my legs slightly and reaches in to stroke my clitoris and I stop caring. It feels good. It feels right.
“Stupid lesbians think they’re heterosexual,” Laura says, “and they don’t realize yet that women are made for fucking. If there’s no men around, she should be raping another slut or being raped by one, and if there *are* men around but they’re not actively fucking her, she should be putting on a show with other sluts for their amusement.”
Slavetoy stops kissing me, and then whispers in my ear, “You’re such a stupid lesbian, Ingrid.” And then I feel Laura’s tongue on my clitoris and I stop caring.
***
They moved me to the master bedroom at one point, because Laura said they couldn’t cum anymore unless a man might be watching. They had undressed me, and I was naked, and people would see me, but I didn’t care. Laura licked my pussy, then Candy Twat licked my pussy, and then Slavetoy and Candy Twat fucked while Laura 69ed me.
I had never licked a cunt before, but Laura’s tasted so good. I knew when I made her cum she would piss on my face – and I was scared of that – but I couldn’t stop, I needed to keep tasting her twat. I licked and licked until I made her orgasm and was rewarded by a hot spray of urine. I instinctively opened my mouth and let her piss into it. It tasted like Slavetoy’s mouth. It tasted good. I drank it all and swallowed and then, moments later, orgasmed myself. My bladder was full, so I relaxed it, and immediately discovered that pissing into a girl’s mouth is one of the best experiences in the world.
Afterwards, when I regained my senses, I discovered that several men had indeed been watching me from the footpath. I blushed but Slavetoy and Laura held me down, preventing me from covering myself. Candy Twat began licking my body clean, and Laura made me blow my audience a kiss and spread my legs to give them a better look at my freshly-licked cunt.
It felt unreal. I had been a conservative and shy lover all my life and now here I was lezzing off with degraded whores in public view. I had swallowed a girl’s piss. Maybe it was the unreality that let me do it – it was so *far* past my usual inhibitions that I felt like a different person – not Ingrid Pellman at all, but a stupid piss-drinking lesbian slut living happily with her harem in a degrading fantasy brothel.
As I lay there, I asked Laura about having sex with men.
“Men are just naturally better than women,” she told me. I tried to summon an objection, but it was hard to feel the equal of anyone while lying naked in public view with cunt juices on your face and urine in your belly. “We exist,” she continued, “so that men can be entertained by fucking us, and hurting us, and cumming on us, and looking at us. We are here to have their babies and cook their meals and suck their cocks. We were given so many sensitive areas on our body – particularly our cunts and tits – so that men can control us with pain or pleasure. If I’m not pleasing a man I’m worthless.”
Candy Twat had moved to licking my cunt clean, so I used my hands to hold her face tightly against my pussy and grind against her for a bit. I asked Laura which men she had sex with.
“As many as I can,” she tells me. “I fuck my boss at work, of course. My job is basically just to be his sex toy now. That’s what I get paid for. I degrade myself for him each day and lez off with other girls while he watches, and he puts his cum in or on me if he feels like it. I let my male friends rape me. I encourage them to. Some of them pay me money for it. I don’t have any friends anymore who don’t fuck me.”
She cuddles up to me and plays with my tits. “I work nights as a prostitute. Men fuck me while wearing condoms but afterwards I drink the sperm from the condoms or feed it to Slavetoy or Candy Twat.” She guides my hand to her pussy, and I know she wants me to finger-fuck her, but instead I pinch her clitoris, for fun. She seems to enjoy that just as much.
“The worst thing is,” she says, “I seduced my brother. He loved me as a sister, as family, and I wanted him to see me as nothing but a fuckpig, so I cockteased him and cockteased him and cockteased him until he couldn’t help himself, and he raped me, and I loved it, and now he rapes me all the time. That’s what a stupid whore I am.”
I think of my own two brothers, both older than me. I think of them fucking me. I think of having Brian’s cock in my ass while Todd rapes my mouth. It’s disgusting. I’m horrified. I can’t stop picturing it. I picture my father joining in. I pull Candy Twat’s mouth tighter against my pussy.
“That’s how we got pregnant,” Laura tells me. “Me and Slavetoy and Candy Twat. My brother raped us until he impregnated us.”
***
Laura and her friends are all around six months pregnant to Laura’s brother. He didn’t want to impregnate any of them, they tell me, but they were such teasing sluts around him that they eventually overpowered his self-control. They feel guilty about being such disgusting whores with him, Laura says, and about saddling him with incipient children, so they do whatever they can to service him sexually by way of payment. Laura says after the babies are born, her brother will marry Slavetoy, and then all three girls with live with him as his permanent harem.
She sounds a little unsure of herself as she says this and looks like she might cry, so I question her on it. She quickly puts a smile on her face and tells me being her brother’s fucktoy has been her fantasy since she was a little girl, and she’s so happy that he’s going to marry her former girlfriend that she masturbates to the idea every day.
The girls are all lactating by now, quite heavily. Laura tells me they worked hard to stimulate their breasts to produce milk, because “a good slut should make her tits useful”. They all take pills to increase their lactation, and they are milked several times a day.
None of them express their own milk. Laura tells me “a good slut shouldn’t be in control of her own tits”, and indeed, all three girls seem almost unable to milk themselves. They clearly want to be milked from quite early in the day, and as the pressure of milk in their breasts grows they become visibly uncomfortable. It is not until Candy Twat starts crying from her need for release that Laura takes her to the living room, has her climb up on the coffee table on all fours, places a bucket under her breasts, and begins to milk her like a cow.
Laura is not gentle to Candy Twat’s udders. She is clearly doing her best to hurt the pretty blonde’s breasts. Candy Twat cries as she is milked, but, more surprisingly, she also makes a noise. I don’t understand it at first, but then it becomes clear – she is mooing, like a cow. Laura says they have all conditioned themselves to make this noise, to remind themselves of what they are. They can’t help but moo when they are milked.
Laura says the girls are milked six times a day. One milking doesn’t happen until they are crying from the pain, to remind them of what they are and what they deserve. If there is a man in the house they have to moo for his attention to receive this milking. After they have had their “pain milking” they are then milked rapidly on a fairly fast schedule several times over the rest of the day. The repeated milking promotes milk production, meaning their breasts will make more milk and get fuller faster. The more often they are milked, the more often they need to be milked, and the more dependent they are on someone to squeeze the milk out of their tits.
Laura tells me she has always had large breasts, and always been ashamed of them. She thought large breasts meant she was slutty. She tells me she was right – she is slutty. Since she began lactating, her breasts have grown another two cup sizes. She tells me she feels disgusted when she sees herself in the mirror. She thinks the word “cow” whenever she sees her breasts. She can’t imagine that anyone could look at her and see a human being instead of a sub-human fucktoy.
When it comes time for Laura to be milked she crawls over to me in tears, kneeling in front of me, mooing softly. I lead her to the table and get the milking bucket, and I grip her breasts firmly. I pull down on her left breast in the milking motion I saw her use on Candy Twat. Laura gasps, and moos, and milk squirts from her tit into the bucket. I feel my pussy growing wet. I pull on her breast again, harder. I am trying to hurt her. She has told me she likes it when her breasts are hurt, because it’s what they deserve for being so big and slutty.
After a few squirts I can’t help myself. I kneel next to her and take her nipple into my mouth. She gasps, then gasps again and moos as I milk her into my mouth. Milk floods over my tongue. It tastes good. I suck eagerly at her udder while she moos and cries. I drink all the milk from that breast, and then squeeze her other tit into the bucket until it is dry.
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