The Orgasm Factory Ch. 02

Valentine Island continued on as usual. Whilst word had spread about Charlotte's disappearance, little was done to disrupt the carefree attitude of the islanders. Especially when it came to Friday nights where the neon-lit clubs of the boardwalk were as packed as ever with drunk, high people dancing freely to stereo pumping music, especially in The Fuzzy Flamingo.

"WOO! WHO WANTS MORE SHOTS!"

All the women, bar one, cheered.

"Sorry, Audrey, I got an early shift in the morning."

Audrey rolled her eyes.

"God, don't be such a pussy, Claire. One drink ain't gonna kill ya. Get with the vibe or GTFO."

She turned on her heel and marched towards the bar. Audrey was not willing to let anyone kill her vibe tonight. One thing about growing up smoking hot and knowing it was that she could get away with anything. Free drinks, free dick, she had it all. And no one could blame her, from her brown skin to her silky straight black hair to her large tits that she tightly propped up in a leather red corset. Every stare in the club was a stroke to her ego.

"Hey! Bartender, another round of shots pronto!" she ordered.

"Is that all for you?" asked a husky voice next to her.

Audrey turned to the woman next to her and was taken aback in delight. Sat next to her at the bar was a hunky, large, tanned biker woman. She was clad out in leather but had her arms completely on show, showing off her large biceps. She even sported a choppy haircut with an undercut and jet black lipstick to match the colour. Audrey very much liked what she saw.

"Well hello there, I ain't see you around here," Audrey flirted.

"Yeah, I'm new to the area. Just moved here for work," the biker woman explained.

She had an aussie accent, that was very sexy for Audrey.

"Well, maybe I could show you around sometime. I know some very good spots."

"Heh. Why don't we get outta here and you show me some of these spots."

Audrey was surprised. The biker was very forward but there were no complaints. Already Audrey was wetter than a surfer during a thunderstorm. She took the biker by the hand and the two hurried out of the bar, discarding her friends and her fresh tray of shots.

Audrey knew the perfect spot for them. At the far end of the boardwalk, away from all the popular clubs and bars there was a small dock where fishermen kept their boats. There was a way to get under the dock where no one could see them, it was a personal spot for all of Audrey's self-proclaimed "trophies" that get on nights out.

"Wow, you really know all the spots, don't ya?" said the biker, impressed.

"Like I said, I've worked my way around," Audrey replied, beginning to unbutton her corset.

"And nobody can see or hear us?" the biker asked.

"Absolutely. Trust me, I'm a screamer," Audrey replied with a wink.

"Good."

Suddenly, Audrey felt a sharp prick in her neck. She slapped the spot where it had stung and turned to the biker who was starting to look like a funhouse mirror.

"What... What did you..."

Audrey's legs felt weak. She collapsed into the sand as she stared up at the biker helplessly.

"Sssh... Just sleep tight, love."

Suddenly the biker's charming smile became all too sinister. Before she could react any further, Audrey passed out.

When Audrey woke back up, she had no idea how much time had passed. She felt groggy, not as bad as a hangover but still not great. Blinding lights passed her by and she felt like she was moving. Quickly she realised she was not only stripped naked but bound by leather straps to a vinyl padded trolley and moving down a sterile corridor. Tilting her back revealed it was the biker who was pushing her.

"Ah, finally awake now, love,"

Immediately Audrey tried to lash out at her but the restraints held her down.

"What the fuck, what did you do to me?!" Audrey screamed.

The biker laughed.

"Calm down, sweetheart. You're just gonna wear yourself out if you keep throwing a tantrum like that."

"Oh, I'll show you a tantrum alright!" Audrey growled.

But the trolley suddenly turned and an automatic door opened up. Audrey was wheeled inside and what she saw inside stunned her into silence. Against the walls were rows of women bound to metal chairs. All of them were wearing gas masks that covered their mouths and noses and all of them had plastic cups on their breasts with tubes that ran into glass tankers that sat either side of them.

"What the fuck..." Audrey muttered, staring at the other women horrified.

The trolley came to a stop and she saw an empty chair, like the others, waiting for her.

"Oi, gimps! Gimme a hand with this one!" the biker barked.

Two figures, covered head to toe in leather with gas masks covering their faces, approached Audrey. Between them and the biker, Audrey was held down as they undid the straps on the trolley and moved her into the chair. She tried to fight back as hard as she could.

"GET THE FUCK OFF ME! DON'T YOU DARE PUT ME IN THAT THING!"

But the three overpowered her. She was wrestled into the chair where her arms and legs were clamped down by metal restraints and a leather belt went across her waist. The gimp brought a gas mask towards her face.

"NO, NO, NO! GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME!"

But her begs were useless as the mask was forced on her face and strapped on. She tried to shake it off but it was on too tight. A valve was twisted and a sweet aroma filled her lungs. Suddenly her whole body was taken into effect, her breasts started feeling warm and heavy. Her nipples enlarged slightly and to her terror, milk started to leak from her nipples. She could not believe what was happening to her.

Finally, the biker took the honours of placing the plastic cups on her breasts and Audrey realised what was awaiting her. She tried to thrash around in her restraints but nothing could stop this from happening. As they were placed on, a light suction was used to pull her tits in and no matter how hard Audrey shook, they stayed on tightly.

The biker took a step back to admire her handiwork, dismissing the two gimps.

"Ms. MacKenzie, are the milkers prepared?" asked a voice on a speaker.

The biker nodded.

"Yep, let's start pumping these cows."

Without warning, Audrey yelped as a harsh suction pulled at her tits before releasing. The machine repeated this process until milk started being suckled out from her teats. She watched in despair at her tits, helpless but to watch herself be milked like a cow. And then looking around the room, she saw all the other women were exactly the same. Forcibly being milked and moaning as they succumb.

"Beautiful, absolutely bloody beautiful," commented MacKenzie as she looked around the room.

"And you're already off to a good start already," she added, lightly kicking the tanker next to Audrey.

She could just about see from the corner of her eye but already the base of the tanker was covered in her breast milk. Then her eyes grew wide in terror as she realised how big the tanker was. It could fill about two litres, four if you counted the tanker attached to her other tit. There was no way she could fill them up.

Audrey glared at MacKenzie, a scowl underneath her mask and she started spouting muffled curses at her. But MacKenzie laughed at her.

"I can't hear ya, love. You might as well shush with all that whining."

This caused Audrey to swear more until a whine interrupted her as more milk was sucked out of her. She looked down at her tits, something she was very prideful of, especially with how much power they held over others. Now they were being abused by these perverted freaks... And deep down she kinda liked it.

"Heh. Maybe this might keep ya distracted for a bit."

MacKenzie pressed a button to the side of Audrey's chair. Audrey yelped in surprise as the back started reclining, making her almost lie down. Panels where her ankles were locked raised out and spread apart. The cups stayed firmly on her tits, however.

MacKenzie admired Audrey's exposed body. She knelt down and slid her fingers across Audrey's pussy lips, eliciting a small moan. From a quick sweep of her pussy, she had a taste of Audrey's wetness on her fingers. She chuckled, shoving the evidence of Audrey's wetness in her face.

"Looks like you're getting off on this already, darlin'"

Audrey looked away in shame. But whilst she was looking away, MacKenzie undid her biker shorts and pulled them down, revealing her fat cock that was throbbing desperately. When Audrey caught a glance ofMacKenzie's cock, she could not stop staring. It was huge, she had never seen one so big and girthy. It made her even more wet.

"Just sit back, relax, and let your mistress do all the work,"MacKenzie whispered.

Audrey wanted to attempt to resist, just to maintain a scrap of pride. But when MacKenzie started rubbing the tip of her cock against her slits, she let it happen, she wanted it to happen. MacKenzie used her cock's head to tease Audrey for a while, but soon even she grew restless and just wanted to stick it in, which she did.

Audrey moaned loudly as MacKenzie thrusted her cock inside her. It fit very snuggly. MacKenzie wasted no time and started pounding into her, her muscular body allowing her to fuck Audrey with full force and power. Audrey couldn't help but grunt and moan, even with the mask muffling her she could be heard amongst the orchestra machinery and moans of the other women.

"God, you sure take cock like a good lass!" MacKenzie exclaimed between huffs.

MacKenzie looked behind her and laughed.

"It appears you're making the other cows jealous."

Audrey glanced over and noticed the other women being milked near-by. All of them were staring at her and MacKenzie, with sadden, envious looks in their eyes. For a brief moment, Audrey almost felt cocky, showing off how specially she was being treated. But then another squirt of milk from her tits quickly humbled her back to earth.

Her mind drifted as MacKenzie continued her rough fucking. She continued groaning, as a deep humiliation filled her stomach. Here she was, bound up, her tits being milked and at the pitiful mercy of a more dominant woman. She was always the one in charge, she was the one squeezing balls and edging clits. Now she was on the other end of the stick, and she both hated and loved it.

"God, tell ya what, I'm gonna need something a little tighter to finish me off," grunted MacKenzie.

She pulled her cock out of Audrey's pussy and immediately dived into her ass. Audrey tried to protest but wound up groaning in surprised pleasure as it penetrated. It did not take long for MacKenzie to resume her dominant ploughing. Audrey always refused when somebody tried anal on her, she felt a certain indignity to being fucked in the ass. This was another humiliation for her, but one she couldn't help but find pleasure in.

"That's it, nothin' like a good ol' fucking and milking, eh?" MacKenzie taunted.

MacKenzie pressed her thumb firmly against Audrey's clit, rubbing it hard in an effort to speed Audrey towards an orgasm. Her other hand grabbed one of Audrey's tits, fondling it as milk swirled around inside the cup. Giving it a hard squeeze she was able to produce an impressive squirt from Audrey's nipple. All of these pleasures to overwhelm Audrey as MacKenzie fucked her like an animal.

Eventually, Audrey had no choice but to finally give in. This demeaning treatment had at last broken her, as an unwanted orgasm burst through her. A long, muffled moaning cry erupted from her body as she clutched the arm rest tightly as if she would fly off it and her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

MacKenzie, having achieved what she wanted from Audrey, quickly pulled her cock out of her so she could quickly finish off. After a few vigorous strokes, MacKenzie let out her own loud moan as her cock shot ropes of hot, sticky cum all over Audrey's body. It was by that point the control of MacKenzie's cock had left Audrey and she yelled in disgust as she saw her body soiled withMacKenzie's semen. She began cursing at MacKenzie again.

"Heh. Whatever you say, love. I gotta get back to work."

MacKenzie walked away, dick still hanging out as all the fellow cows stared longingly. Audrey's words tried to burn MacKenzie but she was still bound to that chair, covered in MacKenzie's cum, and being milked by machines. At the end of the day, she was just another cow in the herd.