The White Gold

"Becoming a mommy isn't so hard, being a mommy is the tough part," Ioana murmured to herself while changing the diapers of her son for the fifth time today. Little Tommy really liked his dinner, but unfortunately his stomach didn't share his appreciation for healthy food and reacted with an increased amount of digestion activity.

"Come on, I changed your diaper 30 minutes ago. How in Dora the Explorer's name is it full again? This is statistically impossible. You are a probability wonder; do you know that? Gosh, and I am pretty sure, this is not over for today? How many times do you plan on filling another pair today, huh? But you can probably not count that fair, am I right?" she said more to herself than to her little son, who was happily cooing and tried to move his hand to his exposed genitals, eager to use the filling of his diapers as colouring paint. Thankfully his mother was faster and with a quick wipe his butt was as clean as a... well, baby butt, and only seconds later his lower half was fitted into a clean, new diaper.

"So, little one, now that we have solved that little problem, will you be a good boy and take a nappy? You see, mommy is getting really tired working her day-job and also being a full-time mom, so if you would be so kind and go to sleep now, you would really do her a favour," Ioana pleaded with Tommy, but his wide grin told her, that naptime was cancelled in favour of playtime. With a swift motion, he grabbed one of his toys, a little doll modelled after a certain construction worker and presented it to his mother: "GLUHG!"

"Almost, I think his name is Robert or anything. We definitely have to work on your pronunciation. And on your habit to fill every diaper in a 200-meter vicinity just by looking at her. Oh, and on your irregular sleeping cycle. If we make playtime now, do you promise to go sleepy-sleepy afterwards?" Ioana bargained, but the smile on her son's face told her, that he would wait for her to provide her part of the deal, before he would decide, if sleepytime was an option. With a big sigh, she lifted Tommy up, eliciting a loud laughter from him and prepared herself for another hour of toddler-activities.

Thankfully his desire to play with the content of his toybox seemed not too strong today, so Ioana was happy to read him a story of a wolf, which was testing the construction skills of three of his acquaintances, by applying aerial forces to their homes. After she finished her story (including a rendition of the wolf's vain efforts on her son's stomach), Tommy's eyes thankfully seemed to lose the fight against gravity and with a loud yawn, he finally snuggled into his crib. Ioana gave him another kiss on the head, covered him with his favourite blanket and then slowly exited the room.

As if on command her husband came home at the exact same time. Erik's job as marketing consultant was their main income, but even then, money was tight. Also, the thought of being away from his family even for nine hours wasn't very pleasant, but he was sure, that he was not the only father feeling that way.

"Hello dear. How is little Tommy doing? Already asleep? Or still in the mood for some playtime with daddy?" he asked, while giving his wife a hug and a long kiss. As he was taking off his coat and putting away his suitcase, Ioana was giving him a summary of her day with their son. At the mention of him sleeping already, Erik's face came up in a frown.

"Oh no, I was really looking forward to some family time... Do you have any idea, when he will probably..." he started, but Ioana interrupted him: "Don't even think about it, do you have any idea, how long it took for me, to get him to sleep? Believe me, you will get your time with him soon enough. At the very latest tonight, when we both have to get up every couple of minutes to change his diaper or so..."

"Relax, relax, I was just asking. I know, that you are doing a hell of a job here. And I really love to help you in every way I can. But since playtime with daddy is not an option... how about some... playtime with Daddy instead?" he grinned, while slowly kissing her neck and giving her shoulders a light massage. "I know just the thing, to relax you after a long day."

"Sounds lovely, but you know like me, that Alexandra will be here any minute. And while I couldn't care less about the opinion of a bratty schoolgirl, I really don't want to get caught in the act by her," she rebuffed his advances and went to the kitchen, to get a cup of water. After a few moments, her husband followed her.

"Darling, you know, that I really don't like pushing you, or anything. It's just... the last time, that we were... you know, intimate... I don't even remember that anymore. And today with Alexandra looking after Tommy, wouldn't it be the perfect opportunity to... get the love flowing again?" he almost pleaded with her, but her iron look told him, he already lost.

"Honey, I know how you feel. I am missing our runts of lovemaking as well. But I really have to get my prescription of Lactanat from the pharmacy today. You know, that I have trouble producing milk and that Tommy should still drink lots of the stuff. So without my medicine, I'm afraid I won't be able to put enough milk on the table. Figuratively speaking of course," she explained for the umpteenth time, as she was putting her prescription in her purse, eager to leave to the pharmacy as soon as possible. Thankfully it was only a short time after which the bell rang, signalling the arrival of the babysitter. Ioana opened the front door and was greeted by a bored looking girl, no older than 18, chewing bubble-gum and staring at her phone.

"Mornin' Ms.... Ms.... Thingy. Little Bobby asleep? I got your number, you can leave, if you want," Alexandra talked more to herself, without lifting her eyes from her phone even once and entered the apartment. Completely ignoring the couple, she made her way to the living room, not even bothering to take off her shoes.

"Well... at least we don't need to be afraid of her teaching our son to ride a bicycle..." Erik said, while Ioana was already putting on her coat, eager to get out of the room and have a little time for herself. She gave her husband a small kiss on the cheek and hugged him long and tight.

"Ok, I'll be off now. I should be home in about an hour, but you don't have to wait for me. You can go out yourself and meet with your friends, isn't Monday your usual get-together with Luca?" she asked, but the look on his face told her, that he would have preferred her to stay a bit: "Nah, guys-out got cancelled this weekend. I should probably stay in for today, maybe read a book or anything."

"Nonsense!" said Ioana, a playful grin on her smile. "We are paying that girl good money, so we can have time for ourselves. And even if we cannot spend it together, I still want you, to have a good time. So get out there, get drunk, and don't come home until you cannot walk straight anymore. But take a cab if that's the case, right?"

"Mh, sure, dear..." Erik murmured, gave her another kiss and watched her walking down the stairs. Then a slight grin washed over his face, as he knew exactly how he would spend the evening. Everything was going according to plan...

Ioana meanwhile was hailing a cab to get to the pharmacy as soon as possible. Damn medication, but without it, her breasts were nothing but glorified flesh bags, only able to provide a few droplets of milk, but not nearly enough to feed a hungry infant. Thankfully, a cab soon stopped and she told the driver where the trip was going.

"No problem, m'lady. Imma bringin' you there as fast the ol' racer here can. And if you be nice to it, you get quite a load out of it, namsayn?" the cabdriver said to her and Ioana was already annoyed by him. Thankfully the ride only took a couple of minutes and she didn't have to endure his mumblings about him "not bein' no racist not, but..." for too much long.

As she entered the pharmacy, her favourite clerk was already waiting for her. Tina was waving her over, having prepared her package already and grinning from teeth to teeth. Ioana felt funny, something about her friend seemed weird today, as if she knew, something was going to happen and she couldn't wait for it any longer.

"Well, hello there, if it isn't my favourite customer? How are the milk bags, any success in filling them up yet?" Tina greeted her and gave Ioana a small peck on the cheeks. Thankfully there were no other customers in the store, so the inappropriate language was no problem. And while it still made Ioana blush a bit, her long friendship with Tina reminded her that this was not even the most vulgar thing she had heard from her.

"Nope, unfortunately still almost as dry as the desert. Without your special formula, the little guy would have already died of thirst. But the new stuff seems to be working, if I really press, I get a few droplets out. I really hope, we can get these finally working," Ioana admitted and gestured to her 85D-breasts. Even though a big bust was usually a sign of a healthy milk production, her breasts seemed to be the exception of the rule, refusing to do the thing they were designed to do.

"Don't worry, just a few more doses of my patented medicine and we will have you producing enough milk to feed of a whole batch of kindergarteners. And until then, my sturdy formula will provide your son with all the necessary nutrients he needs to become big and strong," Tina assured her friend and patted her on the shoulder. Still, Ioana was making a sour face.

"I know, it's just... I feel like it should be my milk he is drinking, not some artificial stuff. No offense to your work. I mean, is it not my task, to deliver enough food for my son? What kind of mother am I, when I fail even the most basic task as a parent?" Ioana muttered and tears started filling her eyes. Why had destiny transpired against her so tragically?

"Now, now, it's not that bad. I'm sure you are a great mother for your son. And if all else fails, we can always... oh, never mind, I am talking gibberish again," Tina reassured her friend and patted her on the back. But Ioana's interest was piqued.

"Wait, we can do what? Is there some magic formula you are hiding from me? Answer me, Tina!" Ioana almost screamed and literally started shaking the clerk by grabbing her shoulders. Tina seemed uncomfortable, not just because of the handling of her shoulders, but her face showed the unmistakable sign of somebody who just realized that she said too much.

"Well, you know... you are my friend and everything, but... I'm really not sure, if I am allowed to tell you about it. This is some serious business, you understand?" she started explaining, but the pleading look on Ioana's face told her, that this was the epitome of serious business for her friend.

"Oh fine, you know I can never resist you with those deer eyes of yours. Anyway, there is a certain... establishment, that I am pretty sure can help you with your problem. Super-secret circle, invitation only and also probably highly illegal, so if any officials ask, I never saw you in my entire life, ok?" Tina insisted and for the first time, Ioana actually was afraid of her. In what circles did her friend travel?

"I... ehm... I don't know what to say... except for... of course? Wait, what was the questions again?" Ioana answered confused, but Tina had already disappeared behind her counter and began rummaging through a drawer, muttering to herself how "it has to be here somewhere" and "why does nobody put the stuff back where it belongs?".

Finally she seemed to have found it, and with a loud "TADA!" she presented to Ioana... a small business card. Ioana had expected everything, from a hand-written note to a blood-inked grimoire, but a regular printed white business card with big black letters seemed a little... formal for such a big hype.

Nevertheless she took the card and studied the imprint. On a white background there was the name "The White Gold" written in a black font. To the left and right was the small image of a cartoon cow's head, whereas below the title a small address was printed. The backside of the card was devoid of any text and had only a cow skin pattern, tying in to the whole milk-theme of the card. With a questioning look on her face, Ioana stared at her friend.

"That's it? I expected... actually, I don't know what I expected. And additionally, I don't understand this completely either. Is this something like a farm, where you can buy milk? You do realize, that infants should not drink cow milk until they are at least one year old, right?" Ioana interjected, but Tina started giggling, signalling to her friend that she was thinking of something completely different.

"No, no, not like that. Think of it more as a... self-help group that helps you unlock your full potential. But not in the 'give us all your money to get eternal blessing'-kind of way, but more in the 'you have a problem, we can help you'-way. So since you made me spill the beans, please do me the favour and at least try it. I know, it might be weird at first, but I am pretty sure, it will be worth the trouble for you," Tina promised her friend and gave her a peek on the cheek. "But now I really have to close up shop, just promise to tell me all about your experience as soon as possible."

With these words the clerk pushed her friend unceremoniously onto the street and changed the sign on the door to a "Closed". Ioana, still a bit confused about the turn of events, looked again at the business card in her hand. "The White Gold" she murmured to herself and as if by herself, her feet took her to the imprinted address.

Thankfully it was only a short walk of maybe ten minutes and soon she stood in front of something like a bar. But whereas normal pubs normally had big windows to invite their guests inside, this establishment had no windows at all, and wouldn't have it have been for the small sign with the imprint "The White Gold -- Open daily from 20:00 to 05:00", Ioana would have sure to be at the wrong address.

"Oh Tina, in what kind of trouble are you leading me now?" thought Ioana, as she knocked on the door, almost expecting a hunchbacked butler to open the door. Instead the door swung open by itself, giving way to a small reception area, which was occupied by two giant breasts. Only after the third looking, Ioana could see a small girl hiding behind those melons, each of them at least thrice the size of her head.

"Hello, and welcome to The White Gold, may I see your invitation please?" the receptionist asked her guest and a small arm appeared between the valley of titflesh, urging Ioana to hand over her invitation. Completely mesmerized by this grotesque display of femininity, she just stood there, her mouth agape, unable to process what she was seeing.

"Darlin', my eyes are up here. You might have to take my word for it, but believe me. Now, your invitation...?" the girl insisted, snapping Ioana out of her tit-induced trance. Right, her invitation. Wait, she didn't have an invitation of any kind. All she had was...

"Well, I don't have an invitation per se, my friend gave me this business card, so I thought..." started Ioana, but the clerk's hand had already snatched the little piece of paper. Taking a quick look at it, a smile appeared on the girl's face.

"Ah, I see. Yes, cowntess Lonlon already rang ahead and told us of your impending arrival. Please enter the premises and enjoy yourself," she said and with the click of a button, she opened the big door to the inner area of the realm. With a hand movement that could mean anything from "please leave me now, I have very important work to do" to "if you don't leave now, I will end your bloodline here and now", she gestured Ioana to enter the adjacent room.

As the doors closed behind her, Ioana realized that she entered some kind of pub. The room was dominated by a big bar, filled with bottles in all sizes. Only a few patrons were sitting at the around ten tables, whereas all the waitresses seemed to be gorgeous and similarly busty to the receptionist girl. Feeling a bit uncomfortable, Ioana made her way to the bar, where an equally busty black girl in her mid-twenties greeted her.

"Howdy! Welcome to the White Gold. Never seen you aroun' here, hun. What can I getcha? If you confused 'bout the menu, I might be givin' you a few pointers. Now, if you be askin' them fine gentlemen at the tables, they will probably swear on the Busty Udder, but I know why you here. You are just cravin' one of our homemade lady drinks, amirite? So normally, I would recommend the Oklahoman Resin, that one is our bestseller. But if you prefer a more... well, exotic taste, why not give our Sub-Saharan Bull Juice a try? Ya definitely won't regret it, girl," the barmaid started her spiel, looking at Ioana with big eyes. A bit overwhelmed by her southern accent, as well as her quick way of talking, Ioana was speechless for a moment. Only after blinking her eyes and shaking her head a couple of times, she remembered what she came here for.

"That sounds all... interesting, but I am not a customer. At least, I don't think so. You see, my friend Tina gave me this business card and..." Ioana started, but the busty barmaid had already snatched it out of her hand. After taking a quick look at it, her eyes started to light up.

"Dayum gurl, why didn't cha say so from the start? Cowntess Lonlon gave us a call ahead that we should be expectin' ya, took you awhile though. Well, I'm always glad to meet new recruits and I'm sure we be getting' along just dandy. Oh, by the way, name's Alicia, but the fellas here call me The Black Mare. I know, I know, but it all in good fun. I ain't one of those easily offended girls from the big cities. My momma always said, that all them white folk is just jealous of that big booty and them huge knockers that we have. And if I have to play up some clichés to get them blokes to tip me, well then I be damned if I don't. But anyways, I'm ramblin' again. You sure have a lot o' question for your first day, amirite? Well, time for ya to meet the team, just go down that hallway and wait for me, I'll be with you in a jiffy," the barmaid explained, while taking Ioana's arm and gently nudging her towards a door at the side of the bar. Not really understanding anything around her, Ioana found it easier to just go along with what was happening. Maybe it would make sense later, because right now she had no idea what was going on. What was Tina's intention of bringing her here and how would that help her in the long run?

But before she could ask about anything, Alicia had already opened the door and shoved her inside a long hallway. The walls were painted in white with black spots on them and the paintings every few meters gave the impression of a Victorian castle. But before Ioana had time to process all of this, Alicia had already retreated into the main hall, leaving her alone for now. With nowhere else to go, she slowly went down the long hallway, taking in her surroundings on the way.

Ioana was definitely no art expert, but the paintings seemed to be painted in oil and were incredibly detailed. The motifs were similar to pin-up calendars from the early 40s, with women doing everyday activities, like reading books, cooking, or even doing roadworks. But what stood out, were the incredibly huge busts, that every model was sporting. None seemed to be below an H-cup, with obscene amounts of tit-flesh almost spilling out of their skimpy bras, titillating the viewer and giving enough cleavage to make even homosexual men question their sexuality.

One painting especially caught Ioana's eye. It showed a lady in her 30s, wearing only some hotpants and a Hi-Viz vest ploughing a street with a jackhammer. But while the shorts might have been adequate for (very fetishized) construction work, the vest was form fitting and hugged her enormous bust in a way that showed off an immense amount of sideboob. What's more, her stiff nipples protruded from beneath the vest and seemed to follow the viewers gaze from left to right.

Getting a little bit dizzy, Ioana finally made it to the end of the hallway, where she was greeted by two huge wooden doors. Great, not only did she have no idea why she was here in the first place, that caricature of a woman in the front also neglected to tell her where she was supposed to go, as both doors looked precisely the same. After waiting a few moments for an epiphany, Ioana decided to be bold for once in her lifetime and just opened the door on the left. What she saw there was... breathtaking.

The left wall was dominated by computer equipment that looked like it was imported from NASA, with rows of screens and monitors, all displaying different bars and gauges, probably measuring some fluctuations and controlling the responses. What exactly they were measuring... well, maybe it had something to do with the three red Saint Andrew's crosses, which were mounted on the opposite wall.

Ioana swallowed hard. Attached to each of the crosses was a naked man. With their wrists and calves firmly strapped to the beams of the cross, Ioana was pretty sure that even the smallest movement was impossible for them. Then she realized, that they admittedly weren't wearing any clothes, but that didn't mean that they were completely uncovered. Each one had some kind of helmet on, which reminded Ioana of virtual reality glasses, but with some kind of covering that concealed the scalp of the wearer. Descending her gaze, she also saw that their genitals were placed in a device similar to a fleshlight. They were all transparent, so she could see the throbbing members of the men and the whirring sounds made it clear, that they were pleasured by powerful vibrations.

But where a normal fleshlight would engulf the whole penis airtight, this device had an additional little tube at the tip that bend 90 degrees towards the floor. It looked similar to a faucet, but why would somebody combine that with a sextoy? Was it so that the men didn't need to interrupt their pleasure for toilet breaks? What was the purpose of those helmets on their heads? And most importantly, IN WHAT KIND OF WILLY WONKA PORN VERSION OF A CIA TORTURE DUNGEON DID SHE GET HERSELF INTO???

"They're amazin', ain't they?" a voice next to her suddenly whispered and Ioana actually jumped a little bit in place. Without her noticing, Alicia had sneaked up to her, a grin as wide as the cleavage between her breasts on her face. "Well, I actually meant for you to be goin' to the lady's room, but I see why you have taken a wrong turn somewhere. Really need to be workin' on that whole signposting here in the back, no wonder you got lost girl."

"What... what are they... what even is... how... and why..." Ioana stuttered, unable to form a coherent sentence. This was all so surreal, like one of her erotic stories (the weirder ones, that kinda turned her on, but also made her deeply ashamed about herself afterwards) just came to life. For a moment she waited for the camera team to arrive and explain, that this was a prank for one of those candid cameras shows. But nobody came. "Are they... prisoners?"

"Prisoners? Whatcha think we be doin' in here, human trafficking? Naw, girl, they just our cattle. Well, the official name is of course Male Dairy Provider, but they kinda get off on bein' called cattle. And if that ain't a good reason to... wait a minute, you seriously have no idea what's goin' on in here, do you sugah?" Alicia exclaimed, a shocked expression on her face. "Damn girl, that definitely explains your attitude to all o' this. I 'member when I first set foot in here, they had to force- feed me vodka to calm me down. Ah, good times..."

The barmaid seemed to be lost in thoughts, which gave Ioana the opportunity to collect her own. And even though she still did not understand completely what her role in this whole mess was supposed to be, she trusted her friend Tina to not deliberately endanger her in any way. With a BIG emphasis on "deliberately", as she just remembered that party for her 21st birthday. She never found out if that donkey survived...

"Ok, let's just say I would understand everything that is happening here, which I don't. Why don't you explain everything from the beginning, with an emphasis on why I am here and what my role in that whole endeavour is supposed to be. Because right now, I am more confused than when I came in and from the looks of it, it won't get any better in the near future. So why don't we start with the obvious. Who are those fine gentlemen on the wall and if they are no prisoners, then why are they chained to the wall?" Ioana tried to clear the first question that came to her mind. The groans and moans from the men in the background made thinking difficult, so she tried to shed light on this issue first.

Alicia grinned from ear to ear and beckoned Ioana to follow her to one of the consoles. Even though Ioana was by no means an expert when it came to computers, she understood that the current program on the main seemed to be running some kind of analysis or regulation on three different instances, constantly monitoring data and adjusting... something. Her guide seemed to have guessed her trains of thought, as she pointed to the screen and started explaining: "See this bar here? This shows what the fokes in the lab call the Amativeness Index, but we workin' girls prefer the term Boner Meter, as that is what it is. Basically it shows the person in front the screen at any given time, how aroused our three fine gentlemen over here are. But since the whole system is fully automated, there really ain't no need to check it manually, if there's a problem, it normally solves it by itself. Wonders of modern technology I'd say."

"So what you are doing is, that you... make men orgasm? That's what this is all about? Isn't that kind of... overkill? No offense, I'm pretty sure your machines do a great job at that, but surely there must be an easier way, right?" Ioana interjected, still not completely sure about how all would help her and her milk problems. Even if she would bring her husband here, she was not sure how giving him an orgasm would kickstart her milk production.

"Oh sugar, ain't you a sweet lil' pie. Imma givin' you one last shot. Just take a look around and maybe also remember what this fine establishment is called, then the penny surely will drop," Alicia said with a grin and moved her arm in a circular fashion to show off the room. Ioana took another look around, the high-tech equipment, the three men on the crosses, the beer stein in Alicia's hand...

"Are you... are you serving their... their... emissions?" Ioana stuttered, a sudden realization hitting her. But this couldn't be it, right? What kind of perverted clientele would actually PAY to ingest human semen? Her husband sometimes asked her to swallow after a particularly satisfying blowjob, but she had some decency, unlike those cheap sluts in porn movies that got paid to gobble that stuff down by the litre. But surely nobody would actually go out of their way and get charged for something so degrading?

"Emissions? Nah, we just use their cum. With us bein' the only place in town, the customers are just flockin' in here. Well, not literally in here, the patrons are not allowed backstage, but you saw the fokes in the main hall. Boss says, we still need to keep the invite-only concept in place, because of them moral guardians, but what do I know, right? The important stuff is, if you want quality manjuice, the White Gold is the only place where you get it. That is our motto.... well, actually there is no official motto, with the whole secrecy thing goin' on, but if we ever need to market ourselves, that will probably come close to our slogan," the barmaid explained, while going to the leftmost man on the wall. Ioana still had a bit of trouble believing everything she was just told, but decided to play along for now. Maybe everything would become clearer after Alicia's explanations were finished.

"So in order to maximise the production of cum, our cattle... I mean, our Male Dairy Providers need to be stimulated as much as possible. But as you surely know, you can't really store fresh cum for longer periods of time. And unfrozen spunk tastes like piss, so we can only serve it directly from the source. Therefore we need to keep them constantly on the edge of cummin' without them shootin' their load wastefully. And this is where this fancy apparatus comes into play," Alicia said with a grin and pointed at the helmets the men were wearing. Now taking a closer look at them, Ioana realized that each of them was attached to the computer console with a cable, probably constantly transferring information between the two devices.

"I don't wanna bore you with all the fancy talk, and to be honest, I don't even understand like half of it myself, but as far as I got it, this piece of tech always checks how close the cattle is to squirtin' his load. If there is still some leeway, it sends some sort of signal to that lil' tube 'round his pecker, making it vibrate more and harder. But as soon as the horniness of the guy is reaching critical levels, and we are talking basically one more pump to squirt, then it slows down the workings, essentially keepin' him ridin' that edge forever. You ever rode an edge for more than a minute? Now imagine them doing that for around an hour, until the spunk in their balls is boiling, just waitin' to be released and gulped down by... sorry, gal, I was trailin' off. As I was sayin', the smallest amount of pleasure will set them off, so please don't you touch any part of their bods, we don't want them to go off prematurely," she explained to the marvelled Ioana, who had trouble in closing her mouth in astonishment.

"You're not kidding? You are really using them for... sperm farming? And sell that stuff? And people actually buy it? How come I never heard of that before?" Ioana was muttering, a bit overwhelmed by this whole revelation. Two hours ago, she went to a pharmacy to get help with her milk problems, now she was standing in some kind of fetish club and a caricature of a woman tried to explain her, how normal it is to sell sperm for human consumption. On one of those days staying in bed would have been probably the better choice.

"Well, like I said, the boss insists on a low profile and an exclusive clientele, so we ain't actually advertisin' our stuff. But you probably read about cum intake in Cosmo or the like. Does wonders for your skin. And while it's an acquired taste, I for one don't wanna miss it from my diet. Did ya know that ol' Cleo bathed in the cum of her concubines so her skin got all smooth and shiny? And what's good for Egyptian princesses can't be that bad for THIS girl, amirite?" Alicia ended her history lesson with a grin on her face, clearing at least this part of the situation for poor Ioana. But there were a few things (well, actually many things, but these were the first that came to mind), that she still didn't understand fully.

"Ok, let's just act as if I believe everything you just told me, with you strapping males to a cross, milking them for their spunk, selling that to the highest bidder and this not being either some weird fetish club, nor an elaborate prank from one of my friends. Let's just roll with it. But if those guys are not here against their will, why are they chained against a wall? Wouldn't it be easier to let them... ejaculate in a cup? And speaking of, you can't tell me that one orgasm is enough to fill up that beer mug in your hand. Also, what's up with those weird goggles on their heads, do they get to watch Netflix on that?" Ioana started her barrage of questions, momentarily overwhelming the busty barmaid. But with a grin on her face, she continued her explanation of this extraordinary establishment.

"Dayum, that's a bunch o' question for a little girl like me. But let's see, if I cannot answer a few of them. About that whole slavery slash bein' held against their will, you ever seen a man sayin no to usin' his meat stick and even gettin' paid for it? I mean, we pay them well, but I am pretty sure, they would even give us good money to be let into one of our machines. The problem with the quantity we had at the beginning, but we found a solution that Imma show you later. But I'm really glad that you asked about the glasses, because we're really proud of them. I think, I have the admin pair around here somewhere, gimme a sec, sugah," Alicia explained and started rummaging in a box of technical equipment next to the big screen.

"Ah, there you are, Ol' Faithful, what would we do without you?" she exclaimed after a short search and retrieved another pair of virtual reality glasses, which she then connected to the computer in front of her. "You know how men cum more if you get them really horny? Before we had those glasses, the guys had trouble keepin' up their peckers that long. Manual stimulation only gets you so far, yaknow? Then the folks in the lab came up with something they like to call Specialized Sexual Stimuli Shower, or S4 in short. Remember when I told ya that this thing shows the excitement of the guys? It does that by measuring the brainwaves and comparin' them to some data and adjustin' the stimulation accordingly. But that's not all! It can't read your thoughts directly, but by checkin' your brainwaves in response to some stimuli, it can basically figure out what gets you off best. Then by putting that data in some fancy-schmancy simulation program it puts together a virtual reality it knows will make you pop instantly. If it weren't for the Boner Meter slowing down the pleasure of course."

Ioana was still not one hundred percent convinced that this wasn't some kind of elaborate prank or a hallucination. Human cows? Ultra-busty ladies selling their milk? A supercomputer reading your mind and keeping you on the edge of orgasm? If she would read this in a sex-story she would dismiss it as too farfetched. But this was reality and the fact that she was literally standing in front of the very things she just described kind of spoke against this being a figment of her imagination.

She was so absorbed in her own thought, that she didn't realize that Alicia hadn't stopped talking, and was currently bringing her explanations to a close: "You see, it's kinda like that time ya went to PornHub to find some titillating entertainment, but spend most of your time lookin' around, 'cause you couldn't find a video to your liking. The S4 doesn't find that video, but builds it from scratch. And with those fancy glasses you experience it as if you were inside. With a feature called Sensory Feedback our tech guys made it even possible to feel like you are in that situation. Works with the whole brainwaves reading thing. Or something else, I dunno. What I do know is, that our cattle guys really like it and we basically have to force them out of there. Wanna check it out?"

Waking up from her little trance, Ioana was unsure how to react to that. Surely Alicia wouldn't want her to be put up against one of those crosses, right? Not that she wasn't curious, but she wasn't sure how that would work with her... lack of male genitalia. She hesitantly asked: "You... want to strap me on one of those crosses? Is that... is that safe?"

Alicia was taken aback for a second. The she started laughing heartily, even drowning out the continuous moaning of the three men. After she calmed down, she told Ioana about her real intentions: "Nah, sugah, that's totally not what I meant. I mean, I probably could wire the whole system so we could plug you in, but I imagined something closer to you puttin' on those glasses and check out one of the fantasies that our fine guys over here are cookin' up for themselves. Don't worry, you're definitely not getting your brain fried and they will not even know you are watchin'. See it as... some kind of digital voyeurism. Waddaya say?"

Plugging into a guy's fantasy, while he was being pleasured by a machine? Definitely not how she imagined her day going, when she woke up this morning. But with all the craziness going on until now, she wasn't sure this could become any weirder. So why not go all in, see where it was going?

"I will probably regret this, but sure, plug me in. I just put up those glasses and that's it?" Ioana asked, while Alicia was tapping away on the keyboard. When she was finished, the barmaid turned back to Ioana and grinned: "Almost, I will have to adjust a few settings, but that shouldn't take long. I suggest you just put it on, sit down and enjoy the ride."

Ioana did as she was told, adjusting the strap so the glasses were sitting tight on her head and didn't strain her temples. For now, she was only seeing a white screen with a few symbols, that was probably the workstation where Alicia was soon to be working her magic. As if on cue, she heard the voice of the barmaid in her ear, giving her some final instructions: "Ok, sugah, hope you are ready. I think we start with Tony, his fantasy is... let's say a bit safer than the others. We don't want you to run away screaming, do we? Anyway, like I said, just take it easy and have fun."

With that being said, Ioana's eyes followed the cursor, which clicked on a symbol entitled "Tony". For a moment the screen became white, but it took only a moment for the simulation to start and engulf Ioana in whatever scenario Tony would find most arousing. The result was... predictable.

Ioana found herself in the body of a man, who was lying on some kind of bed. The bed itself, if you could call it that, was more of an oversized mattress, spanning across the whole room. If she didn't know any better, she would believe this to be the real world. It was definitely an engineering marvel, how lifelike everything looked, her body, the mattress, the sheets, the women...

Oh yes, there were women. Lots of women. Lots and lots of women. Ioana guessed the room to have around 20 square meters and every single one of them was occupied by a gorgeous woman, most of them entangled in the biggest lesbian orgy that Ioana had ever seen. How typical, she thought, give a man control over reality and what does he go for? Lesbians. She never understood the fascination that men seemed to have with women getting freaky with other women. In her opinion, this was a fetish spread by the porn industry, that all beautiful women would love nothing more than to lez out with each other, while the male could initially watch, only to be then invited to join in on the fun.

But as she looked around, she had to amend her initial thesis. When she initially imagined the women to be all supermodels, on closer inspection she realized that the women were from all different stages of beauty. Sure, that raven-haired girl in her twenties had not a single gram of fat too much on her body and the blonde over there would give your typical anorexic model a run for the money, but there were other shapes as well. Some had just enough fat on their body to leave the skinny-category, but others had quite noticeable love handles on their bellies. But nothing beat that lady sitting in one of the corners, who looked like she weighted around 200kg. With two girls sucking on each breast, as well as another one between her legs trying to get her mouth on her fat pussy lips, she seemed to have the time of her life, if her loud moaning was any indication.

As Ioana looked around, she saw basically every genre of lesbian pornography on display. A chubby redhead was being double penetrated with strapons, while her fist was deeply buried in another girl's pussy. A busty woman in her mid-forties was scissoring a barely legal teen, both rubbing their snatches on each other as if there were no tomorrow. Another four girls were locked in some kind of sideways-69, licking a pussy while simultaneously getting oral from a different girl.

"Mhh, your hard cock feels so good between our tits. Will you spray them with your hot cum, so we can lick it off our chests?" Ioana heard a voice and was brought back to the scene happening right in front of her. A pair of twins with chest bigger than their heads were crouched next to her. Or Tony. Damn, this was weird. Especially as she saw the huge cock between "her" legs, easily measuring 30 centimeters. Or so she guessed, as only a small part of it was visible, for the rest of the gigantic dick was engulfed by the two lady's breasts, effectively giving him a double-titjob.

"Yes, we can't wait for your big load on our titties. We want you to shower us with cum, blessing us like a perverted priest, watering our nubile bodies with the liquid of life. Please, please give it to us," the other twin begged and both started to move their breasts even faster along the length of the shaft. On closer inspection, Ioana saw another girl with the same facial features kneeling between her legs, her tongue busy sucking on the big heavy balls that looked like they were ready to burst at any minute. How perverted was this fantasy?

From the loud moaning that seemed to come from her own throat, Ioana realized that an orgasm seemed to be imminent and Tony would soon blow his load over the four breasts that were handed to him on a silver platter. Another girl, which looked like ANOTHER sibling of the three already administering pleasure on his genital region, suddenly appeared in Ioana's peripheral vision and darted towards her mouth, giving her a long and sensual kiss. Her hands instantly found her nipples and started to rhythmically twist them, eliciting a muffled moan from Tony.

"I can feel you are getting close. Just a little bit longer and you can spill your load where it belongs. Between our enormous funbags, where we will use it as lube for another round. And another. And another. Can you feel the cum boiling in your balls? Can you feel it rising, trying so desperately to shoot out? In a few moments, you will explode with pleasure and we will be here to receive it. Would you like that? Would you like to shoot your load and plaster our tits and faces and bodies white? Would you like that?" she heard the voice of one of the... twins? Triplets? Quadruplets? She wasn't completely sure, but she was sure, that the body of her avatar couldn't take much more of this assault on his dick. Even though she couldn't feel the sensations directly (and she could only imagine how poor Tony would feel right now), she was also getting immensely aroused, the whole situation was just too erotic to leave her cold.

"Oh yes, you are so close, you don't want to hold back. I can feel you pulsing, you want to cum. Is that what you want to do? Shoot your load on us, firing off like a canon, yes? Just let us rub your shaft with our boobs, it feels so good, doesn't it? So good, how they travel up and down your shaft. Up and down, giving you so much pleasure, that you can't think of anything but cumming, because it just feels so good. So good to lie back and enjoy our big tits on your body. Just a little bit longer and you won't be able to hold back and just explode with lust. Can you feel it, how you are almost there?" the voice fuelled the lust in both Tony and Ioana, getting the former almost to the point of no return and Ioana super excited as well. In mere moments, Tony would lose the fight against his body and explode in the most powerful orgasm imaginable. Just a few more moments, just a little bit more...

He wouldn't get to come. Not now. Maybe later, but not now. Ioana remembered what Alicia had told her, how they were kept perpetually on the edge, building up load after load, until their balls were filled to the brim, only to cum when the barmaid would allow it, milking them for the content of their balls. And the simulation was designed to do exactly that, put them into a situation perfectly designed to induce the highest pleasure imaginable and then leave them there, perpetually edging, with no hope of release.

Ioana wasn't sure if Tony was aware of his predicament, or if he really believed to be getting his orgasm soon. Maybe his brain was fed with some specific input before the simulation was started, maybe he was really convinced to be at the center of the biggest lesbian orgy of the planet, with dozens of women at his beck and call, wanting nothing more than to bring him pleasure. Maybe he knew the situation he was in, but tried to make the best of it. Maybe he knew that he wasn't allowed to cum before he got the permission from the ladies in the real world and waited so desperately to finally be allowed to release his pent-up semen.

"You havin' fun in there, sugah?" Ioana heard a voice, which seemed to enter her head directly, as if bypassing her ears and going straight to her brain. She recognized the voice as belonging to Alicia, and almost instantly the world around her slowly began to turn white, as she was being brought back to the main menu, with the symbols showing off the different options to enter the corresponding simulations.

"Now don't tell me, ya didn't like that one bit, honey. I saw you wigglin' in your chair, almost like you were the one with the dick between those bazongas. But like I said, Tony's fantasy is one of the tamer ones. You ready for round two? Then Imma putting up the fancy little world of Bruce next, if that is okay for ya?" Alicia said, moving to the symbol marked with "Bruce". Ioana wasn't so sure about that, this fantasy was definitely quite intense. And this one was the tamest? What was in store for her in the other simulations?

"I... think I am," Ioana stammered, even though she wasn't really sure about that. But Alicia did her best to resolve her doubts: "Just remember, you are completely safe in here. You ain't nothin' but a visitor, looking into a poor guy's mind, who wishes nothin' more than to cum. I could think of worse things to do in my spare time. Just be warned, Bruce took the whole Human Cattle thing a bit too literally and... well, you're gonna see. Have fun, sugah."

With that being said, Ioana saw the cursor clicking on the next symbol and braced herself for things to come. Almost instantly she was rewarded with the familiar fade to white that indicated the start of the simulation. She wondered what would she find. Another orgy with Bruce at the centre? An intricate BDSM-session? What if it was a rape-scene? Would she be able to endure taking part in a setting where people were taken against their will? God, this was such a bad idea. But when her surroundings cleared, the only thing she saw was...

Paradise. There was just no other way to describe it. Clean air the let her see the mountains on the horizon, with alpine meadows as far as the eye could see. A small and cosy cottage next to green pastures almost perfected the idyll. The only thing missing were some kind of...

"Moooooooo," heard Ioana and was pulled out of her trance. Yes, the livestock. No good farm would be complete without animals. And with this being a sexual fantasy of a man, there was a high probability that...

"No... Nonono... Oh god, please no," Ioana pleaded to herself, but she kind of knew what was to come. The loud mooing, the rhythmical slaps of flesh against flesh, coupled with the cadenced ringing of a cowbell made any doubt impossible. She was definitely in the fantasy of one of "those" guys. Now she understood why Alicia insisted on taking the other simulation first, she was not sure if she could take this. A grown man having intercourse with a... and she was stuck in his body, forced to be an unwilling passenger in this debauchery. If only Alicia would soon end this horror, so she could return home and hope to forget all of this.

"Mooooo," she heard again and she realized that the barmaid would probably keep her in here until she believed that Ioana had seen everything. God, this was so disgusting, she was an open-minded person, but even she had her limits somewhere. But what did she expect, a place like this would probably attract a bunch of weirdos, as this was the only way to get their rocks off. Well, either this or become an animal abuser at a farm.

"Mooo, you fuck me so goooood," the cow continued and the slaps against flesh increased in pace, reaching a steady staccato of noise. And since this debauchery would probably continue until an orgasm was reached, which due to the systems inherent focus of prolonging the climax seemed like an eternity away, Ioana was pretty sure she would... wait, did that cow just...

Carefully, Ioana opened her eyes again and risked looking down. Instead of the expected image of a grown man having intercourse with a bovine, the sexual partner of Bruce was definitively human. At least mostly. The women, who seemed to be in her late 20s, was covered in some kind of fur, giving her completely white skin with some black spots here and there. Coupled with the small horns that were growing out of her head and the big cowbell around her neck, the illusion of some weird experiment of crossing a cow with a human being was almost perfect.

Oh yeah, and she had big tits. Enormous tits, each one at least the size of an exercise ball. They were not cow udders in the zoological sense, but their enormous size and the rough treatment Bruce was giving them lead to them spraying milk everywhere. Looking down, Ioana even saw a quite noticeable puddle of white liquid, which seemed to be a direct consequence of the treatment the girl was receiving.

She wasn't sure if this development was so much better, but she at least partially understood why Bruce had decided to volunteer at this establishment. While there were surely people out there bribing some farmer to be left alone in their stable for an hour, having this particular fetish seemed unlikely to be satisfied. Not that she followed the scientific progress to the letter, but something like this would probably have caught her eye.

"Mooooo, you are the best bull in the stable, your cock is the longest, thickest and hardest in the world, mooo. Will you fill me up and breed me, please? Moo, you feel so good in my cow-pussy, please give me your load, please," the cowgirl insisted and Ioana was starting to feel weirded out again. Sure, that wasn't a real cow (or not even a real human being after all), but after that last endeavour she was pretty sure how this was going to proceed, with Bruce being pushed closer and closer to orgasm, with no hope of reaching it without the permission of the machine.

As if on cue, Ioana's surroundings began to fade out again, as Alicia was slowly bringing her back to the main menu. The whole trip felt like it didn't take as long as the first one, but maybe the content of this simulation made her mind speed up the whole experience, so she would get out quicker.

"Told ya, sugah, that this one would be a bit weirder than the first one, hope it wasn't too bad for that pretty lil' mind of yours? We really don't want to frighten away our newest colleague," she heard the voice of Alicia and a slight grin appeared on Ioana's face. While she still had no idea what this whole thing was about and how she fit in here, this whole experience was slowly becoming fun. Was she starting to enjoy this?

"So anyways, you ready for ride number three? Ya prolly think, that after this one nothing can surprise you, but lemme tell ya: This one is freaky. You wouldn't expect this from some prim n' proper accountant like Richard over there, but you know what they say 'bout shallow waters, amirite?" Alicia warned her, before clicking on the last symbol. Ioana braced herself for the things to come, as the screen was turning white for the third time. And when the simulation was finally loaded, she saw...

Nothing. Well, she saw that the surroundings were there, but her whole field of view was blocked by... something. It was flesh coloured and vaguely hemispherical, covering her eyes and making it almost impossible to see anything else.

"Oh, my poor, poor boy..." Ioana suddenly heard the voice of a woman and really cursed this weird angle. How was she supposed to immerse herself in this fantasy of Richard, if she couldn't see a damn thing? This whole "Experience a fantasy through the eyes of somebody else" only made sense if that specific person was actively partaking in the fantasy and not keeping their head absolute still.

"Were the girls at school naughty again?" the woman asked and Ioana could see the hint of a bobbing head in her field of view. Whatever weird role Richard was playing, it seemed to involve nasty girls at a school of some kind. Maybe a teacher having problem with his job because of the girls giving him a hard time? Ioana knew about the strong attraction men had towards schoolgirls, the little skirt and the hair tie for pigtails that she kept in the closet for her husband's birthday were proof enough. Having them know about the attraction that they emanated and the effect they had on men of all ages could get to their heads and make teaching very difficult, Ioana was sure about that.

"Oh no, did they tease you with their short skirts? Bending forwards to show the teacher something, so you could see a flash of their panties? And when they turned around to you, did their low-cut tops show you so much cleavage that you had to keep yourself from stroking your dick?" the woman continued and Ioana started to get a picture of the whole ordeal. But if Richard wasn't the teacher, then who...

But her train of thought was interrupted, as the image suddenly cleared and her point of view was moved backwards. She realized that the thing blocking her view was (who would have guessed) the left breast of the woman who's voice she had heard. The woman herself looked to be in her late 40's and wore a black satin robe.

Similar to the female playmates in the other simulations, her breasts were also a humongous size, this time even somehow defying the rules of physics, as there was no way two orbs of this size could be attached to the chest of a single woman. But all is fair in love, war and computer simulations designed to induce pleasure, so Ioana stopped thinking about the physical implications of her surroundings. She was more interested in the how the whole scenario would play out.

"Yes, I see now. It is so naughty of them, teasing my poor little boy with their cute asses and their big titties. Oops, sorry, I said a bad word there. But it seems you like me saying those words, right? SOMETHING is telling me, you really like me saying words like these," the woman said and a smile was forming on her lips, while she nudged her head downwards. Ioana followed her gaze, taking in the simulation for the first time.

While not as intricate as the whole reverse gangbang of Tony or the alpine landscape conceived by Bruce, the living room setting and just two human characters instantly relieved Ioana. A lot of men dreamed of having sex with an older woman, if the rise of MILF porn was any indication, so Ioana wasn't astonished that Richard had dreamt up a scenario in which he was being spoiled by a sexy older lady.

Looking down, Ioana realized that something was a bit off with the proportions of the woman on whose lap Richard (and by extension she herself) was sitting. As an individual, the women looked like a normal woman, apart from her oversized chest. But either the interior decoration was made for dwarves, or the woman was measuring more than three and a half meters in size. With the woman's wide and appealing hips adding to her colossal chest, Ioana was unsure how the couch supported the weight being put on it.

Richard himself was sitting sideways on the woman's lap so he had full access to her nipples, which were now suckled on by his eager tongue, while he still tried to maintain eye contact with her. He was completely naked and the woman's right hand was firmly gripping his erect penis, slowly stroking it up and down, while her left hand seemed to be holding Richard's head in place, so he could concentrate on the sucking of her breast as well as the sensations her hand were causing in his nether regions.

"Yes, so naughty of them, giving my poor baby such a painful boner. Then his little dicky gets all hard and painful and only mommy's hand can make it better. Keep sucking on mommy's boobies and let her hand make you feel all better," the woman said and Ioana realized once again that she underestimated the fetishes some people seemed to have.

Getting off on having sex with your own mother? Which also seemed to be some kind of giantess that towered over you? This sounded less like one person's fantasy and more like an exercise to put as many fetishes as possible together.

Well, at least it was all just that, a fantasy. She had no idea if this particular woman was modelled after Richards biological mother and she didn't really care. She remembered reading an article, that a lot of men had incest fantasies, which didn't issue from molestation experiences or the desire to have sex with their real mothers. According to the article, the fetish came from the archetype of a mature and loving woman, that a mother seemed to embody. And wasn't that something that everybody wanted, somebody that loves one unconditionally until the world's end?

"Yes, you suck mommy's boobies so good, just like when you were a little boy. Keep sucking, baby, and let mommy stroke all those nasty cummies out of your full balls. Those nasty girls at school with their big boobies making my poor little boy all pent up. Tell me, was it Clarissa wearing that red miniskirt, that you love so much? You told me that you always get so horny when she bends over and you cannot stop staring at her cute little panties. Or is it Tina, that little minx with the boobies almost as big as mommy's? And when she stretches herself, you almost make little spurts into your pants? Or wait, did you have a biology lesson with Mrs. Donovan again? Where she strips down completely naked and you all have to masturbate and are graded on performance. Tell me, did you hold out the longest and were rewarded with being allowed to put your dick between her boobies until the end of the lesson? Yes? Oh, that's my big boy. My big boy whose balls are filled with spunk and need to be drained by his mommy. Do you want to do that, baby boy? Do you want your mommy to stroke you off, while you suck on her big tits and think of all the girls at school and how they tease you and make you hard?" the woman asked and her movements became faster and faster. If Ioana didn't know better, she would think the session coming to an end, but the way this whole establishment was set up... Well, poor Richard was probably in for a very long teasing.

She kept watching this very unorthodox bonding moment between a grown man and a computer program, until she finally saw the white light indicating her return to reality. Taking off the virtual reality glasses, she saw the grinning face of Alicia, just waiting for her to run away in disgust because of the things she had just seen.

Ioana decided to play it cool. Sure, the things in the simulations were definitely unorthodox, but in the end of the day, they were all just fantasies. Weird fantasies, that Ioana definitely didn't want to experience herself, but wasn't that the purpose of a fantasy? To get lost in feelings you normally wouldn't be able to experience otherwise?

"That was... definitely something. It's nice to see such a loving family, spending time together and talking about their experiences of the day. I'm almost getting a bit jealous," Ioana answered the unspoken question with a grin. Alicia was momentarily taken aback, before she realized Ioana was joking.

"Ah, you almost got me there, sugah. But hey, at least you ain't screamin', that's a big plus. How did ya like it as a whole?" the busty barmaid asked her, while she stored away the glasses for further use. And while Ioana still wasn't so sure about the whole experience, she said: "Well, it's definitely something you don't see every day. But I was wondering, if you keep them on the edge of orgasm, what happens if you want to... reap the content of their balls, and I cannot believe I just said that?"

"Good question, and girl, do I have an answer for ya. Thank the Goddess that I came just for that in here, got an order for a South Tyrolean Skull Blaster, you can watch me harvest it directly from the source," Alicia replied and moved towards the man on the left. Putting the beer mug directly under the faucet-like device on his cock, she told the wide-eyed Ioana: "As you might remember, they are perpetually on the verge of spurtin'. So when I actually need a load of them, there's only one thing I need to do, watch me."

With that being said, Alicia used her free hand and gave the testicles in front of her a quick fondling. Almost instantly the mouth of the man opened in a silent scream and a huge torrent of jizz spilled from his cock into the waiting mug. Alicia had trouble keeping it steady, but as a professional she managed to not spill a single drop.

After around 30 seconds of continuous blasting his cum, the body of the man seemed to relax. Alicia shook the mug a little to make sure there was no spillage, then placed it on a nearby tray, ready to be brought into the main hall. Then she turned back to Ioana and said: "Could ya do me a favour and put this tray here on the table? I just need to do some stuff here and need both hands, if ya get my meaning."

Ioana took over the tray and did as she was told. But the instant she set down the tray and made sure nothing of it was spilled, she felt a wet piece of cloth being put over her mouth. She didn't recognize the smell, but breathing in alone made her head feel dizzy. After only a few seconds she felt her consciousness fading and the last thing she heard before collapsing to the ground was the voice of Alicia telling her: "Nuthin' personal, sugah, but this will make the conversion a bit easier. Night-night, baby girl."

It took Ioana a few minutes (Hours? Days?) to regain consciousness and as the hammers in her head finally stopped their assault, she took in her surroundings. At least, that's what she would have tried, weren't it for the blindfold covering her eyes, preventing her from seeing anything but black. As she tried to move her arms, she realized that her whole body was bound in place, forcing her in some kind of bend over position, with her torso stretched over a pedestal of some sort.

Ioana wanted to scream, but her whole mouth was filled with a piece of plastic, making screaming impossible and breathing difficult. With her tongue locked tightly in place, she felt her spit drooling out of her mouth, drenching her chin in saliva. Adding to that the throbbing pain of her whole body feeling kind of irritated and stretched made her want to scream, if only she could.

Trying to get at least someone's attention, Ioana wriggled in her bonds and started to make grunting sounds, the only noises she could produce without further use of her mouth. After a few moments she heard steps approaching and a hand finally removed her blindfold, making her able to take in her surroundings.

She seemed to be standing on some kind of stage, one you would find in a cheap strip club. Not that she ever been to one of those, but with every second crime movie taking place at one, this is how she imagined them. With her being front and center, the people at the tables had a nice view on her body and could ogle her at their heart's content. Speaking off body, since when where her breasts...

"MHPFRGH!!!" she exclaimed, but to no avail, the gag in her mouth prevented any comprehensible sounds from leaving her mouth. But she needed to scream, maybe then she would wake up from this nightmare. Bound in front of a leering audience, naked as the day she was born and her chest being blown up to comical proportions.

"There, there, it'll be alright. I know, you have lotsa questions, but they'll be all answered in a few moments. Well, maybe not all of them, but I'll be doin' my best, ok?" she heard the voice of Alicia next to her, but her head was locked in place, unable to look sideways. That damn... if only she could move, then she would show her how she'd make everything alright.

"Ok, first question: Why are you tied down? Well, new recruits always struggle a bit for their initiations, so you could see it as some kind of... protection from yourself, aye? Second question, yes, your boobs got even bigger than they already were, a side effect of the stuff the fokes from the lab gave ya. I didn't measure ya, but it looks like they have the size of medicine balls now. And judging from the strain of your skin, the weight seems to be comparable as well. Now for the last question:" the barmaid said and turned towards the audience. "Who is thirsty?"

Every single hand in the room shot up, regardless of age or gender. Every pair of eyes of the around twenty people in the auditorium was glued to Ioana, eager to see what would happen to the now comically busty girl. With a grin on her face, Alicia disappeared from Ioana's point of view, only to return moments later, carrying a pair of hemispherical devices in her hand. It took Ioana only a moment to realize the purpose of them.

"Yes, darling, those nice little suction cups will go nicely with your boobs, don't cha think? Your titties must feel so heavy and full, amirite? You probably guessed it already, but lemme tell ya: They are filled to the brim with nutritious milk. And while I prefer the drinks we harvest in the other room, there are lotsa customers eager to taste the contents of your funbags. So why don't you be a good girl and let me put those little things on you to relieve some of that pressure, waddaya say?" Alicia said with an evil smile and without waiting for an answer proceeded to clamp both of the gadgets to Ioana's chest, fastening them tight to her ribcage.

What did she do to deserve this? Was it because she didn't forward all those chain letters years ago? Or because she DID forward to many cute cat videos? How did she end up here, chained to a pedestal, her milk ducts working overdrive and an audience of perverts ogling her naked body? At least for the last question an answer was quickly coming, as Alicia whispered in her ear: "You're wonderin' why you are chained up on stage with everyone to watch ya, instead of being put in a storage room with a VR headset like the men? Well, the fokes at the lab ran some tests and while males need the visual stimulation from the simulations to produce adequate results, female brains are a bit more... sophisticated. But two things are almost guaranteed to get your synapses to fire: More than 90 percent of women get off on either being... well not raped, but let's call it "Being put into situations, where a loss of control seems likely". Another high percentage seems to get horny by being watched by an audience. Now tell me, sugah: Which group are you?"

Ioana didn't say anything. Even if she intended to, the gag in her mouth prevented any clear articulation. But truth to be told, the black woman next to her hit the nail square on the head. Her most common fantasy was to be tied up by some kind of burglar, who then proceeded to have her way with her, all in good faith and with safe words on place of course. And for every time she indulged her husband's fetish and let him cum between her breasts, he had to promise her a marathon fuck session on the balcony, where nosy neighbours could watch them by accident.

"Ah, seems I hit a jackpot here, that lil' slut is already gushin'. Now then, let's see if we can up the ante a bit," the barmaid shook Ioana out of her thoughts by putting a couple of fingers in her unprotected pussy already overflowing with juices. How was she so wet already? Only now she realized the slow vibrations of the suction cups that were stimulating her breasts. Coupled with the (even if she wouldn't admit it) arousing situation, it made her pussy wet and yearning to be filled.

"Look at this, it's starting'. Oh my, that was quick, our other girls normally take at least ten minutes to start producing, you must be really getting off on this. But I have more in store for you, just gimme a second," Alicia exclaimed and true to her word, Ioana saw the two containers attached to the suction cups filling with a milky liquid. And while the feelings were incredible, she wasn't so sure what was expected of her. Surely they didn't think she could fill the whole bottle herself, right? That thing seemed to have the capacity of around ten litres. How could she ever...

"MGHPRLT!" she exclaimed, as a powerful surge of pleasure ripped through her body. The edge of the pedestal her pelvic area was being pressed against suddenly started vibrating, sending waves of sexual energy through her body. Almost instantly the droplets from her nipples began transforming into a steady stream of milk, like you would expect from a runny faucet. Her eyes widened in shock, how could simple vibrations feel that good? And why did her breasts suddenly produce so much milk?

"I see you're wonderin', what's goin' on with your bod. Lemme tell ya, the stuff we injected you with not only puts your milk production into overdrive, it also ties it to your arousal. So the more pleasure we let you have, the more of that holy nectar you produce. Talk about a satisfying work environment," Alicia explained, but Ioana was too busy getting close to orgasm to actively listen to her captor. Looking down, she could see a small puddle forming at the bottom of the containers, but both of them were far from even getting close to be filled. Would they keep her chained until both of them were overflowing with milk? With the small trickling that came out of her breasts at the moment this would take forever, even with the pleasure radiating from the vibrations keeping her steadily on an orgasmic high. Alicia seemed to have the same concerns, as she was inspecting the milk flow, not happy with the results.

"Dayum girl, we tryin' to run a business here. You definitely need to get those milk glands workin' harder. It seems you're havin' problems reaching that big O, amirite? Hm, now how do we get you to cum, so you fill these nice little bottles for us. Any ideas, any suggestions?" the busty lady asked, but it was clear from the sound of her voice that she already had a plan in mind. Her fingers suddenly left Ioana's wanton hole, leaving behind a feeling of emptiness. But this condition was to be short lived, as she suddenly felt the probing touch of a tongue on her pussy, eliciting a muffled moan from Ioana.

"Oh, seems like somebody likes that one? Can't blame you for it, our friend here is really going to town on that pussy of yours. I wonder how long you can take it. Bets are on, ladies and gentlemen," Alicia mocked Ioana, whose face was contorted from the pleasure the stranger's tongue was triggering in her nether regions as well as the pressure the pumps put on her breasts. Feeling herself working up to a crescendo, the assault on her pussy suddenly stopped, moments before she could unleash her orgasm on the audience.

"MPHGLHR?" she tried to protest, but almost instantly the ministrations started again and her orgasm was building up once more. When she felt the stranger's lips slightly nibbling her clit, it was almost too much for her to bear and a loud moan escaped her lips again, barely muffled by the gag in her mouth.

But just mere moments before her orgiastic explosion, the caresses stopped again, making Ioana groan in frustration. Why would they deny her the release she was craving? Wasn't the whole idea of this ordeal to make her cum, so her breasts would produce more milk? Why were they torturing her so much?

"Waddaya say, she almost there? Or do we need a few repetitions?" Ioana heard Alicia say to that stranger working on her pussy, but she wasn't able to make out an answer. Still the barmaid seemed to be satisfied with the reply, as she bent over and whispered into Ioana's ear: "You're close, but we will not let you come so easily. You know what you're missing? A big... fat... cock. A huge dick, rammed into your tight pussy and making you explode with pleasure. You want that? Should my friend over there force his giant tool into your snatch until he spills his load, plastering your insides? That's what you want? Tell me, sugah, and I will let him unleash his beast into your hole."

She couldn't... even if she was being held against her will, having sex with another man willingly... no, she had to stay strong. She had to show those people, that even with the suction on her breasts and the continuing assault of the man's tongue on her genitalia... she wouldn't... shouldn't...

"MPFGHLR!" she exclaimed and let her head dangle in resignation. Mere moments later she felt something enter her from behind and the whole audience seemed to collectively gasp. A shot of pleasure rocked through her body, making her yell out a muffled scream. This cock was perfect. It filled her out completely and the strokes caressing her pussy walls made her pleasure crescendo in undreamt-of heights.

"Finally, it seems our shallow water finally gave in to her desires. And I see, the results are already speakin' for themselves," Alicia commented and pointed towards the two suction cups, which were busy pumping more and more milk out of Ioana's breasts. Somehow the production seemed to have multiplied, as the two containers were almost filled halfway.

But all of this was barely registered by Ioana, who was getting closer and closer to orgasm. Her whole body was shaking with pleasure until she almost couldn't take it anymore. She wanted to rear up to relieve her sexual tension, but the bonds held her in place. It was nearly too much to take, she just wanted to have her release. So much frustration, so much supressed desire, so much...

"MRGLFHDZ!" she yelled and her whole body went rigid as the biggest orgasm of her life shook her to the core. It was as if she came for the first time, with waves of pleasures rushing through her, making her clamp down on the cock that had invaded her pussy so deep. As if on cue, she felt him deposit his load inside her, giving her his milk while she finally filled the container to the brim with hers.

Coming down from her orgiastic height, a wave of shame overcame her. What had she done? She had at least half-willingly allowed her body to be put on display for an audience. And what was even worse, she had cheated on her husband. A divorce court would probably acquit her of any wrongdoings, but she definitely begged for a complete stranger's cock, even if it was only nonverbal. How could she look her spouse in the eyes ever again?

Tears began rolling down her face, this was just too much. Could she withhold this from her husband? Act as if nothing happened? But how could she conceal these events from herself? Would she be able to live with the shame and humiliation that she endured? How she let herself go and debased herself in front of everyone to see. This was just too much to endure.

"Hey, sugah, you ok? I get sentimental from orgasms too, but take it a notch down, kay? We don't want the crowd to get the wrong impression, alrighty?" Alicia tried to calm her down, but Ioana wouldn't have any of that. This was just too much to endure, she needed to... to... she didn't even know what she needed to do, but she needed it quick.

"Dayum, that girl is jazzed. Maybe you wanna talk to her, get her to calm down? Then I'll put away the produce for the customers," the black woman said timidly and disappeared from Ioana's point of view. Moments later she felt a hand loosen her shackles and her gag was quickly removed as well. When she was finally able to get up and meet her almost-rapist face to face, she was completely taken aback.

"Well, darling? Did you like it? I hope, the whole experience wasn't too much for you?" her husband Erik smiled at her, using a handkerchief to dry her tears. Slowly dabbing off her face, his genuine smile confused her even more. What was going on here?

"What is going on here?" was therefore the first question she managed to ask, after her husband was done with his ministrations. A light frown appeared on his face and he seemed unsure how to answer that question. With confusion in his voice he answered her: "What do you mean, what is going on here? Wasn't it to your liking? I really hoped this would be exactly how you imagined it. Where did we go wrong?"

This was getting more ridiculous by the second. Her husband was somehow part of this charade? And now he acted like it was her idea from the beginning? Seeing the confusion/anger on her face, Erik turned towards Alicia, who had just returned from the bar area and asked her: "Al, don't tell me that you did not tell her about the things that would happen here?"

"Waddaya mean, I tell her? I thought you'd explain everything to her before she even comes here. As far as I remember, I ain't married to her," the barmaid defended herself with crossed arms. But Ioana didn't care about who or why or where, she just wanted to know: "What is going on here? One of you two, explain!"

Erik and Alicia exchanged glances, but then her husband spoke up: "Well, Alicia here is an old acquaintance of your friend Tina and me. And when I told her of your problems with the milk flow, she had this idea... I wanted to keep it as a semi-surprise, so you wouldn't have time to overthink it and get cold feet. I really, really, REALLY thought, that Alicia had clarified everything that would happen to you. I would have never... god, I feel like an idiot now."

That was... definitely an interesting turn of events. Her husband, her best friend and an old buddy of them made a plan to help her feed her little boy. It was as sweet as it was completely bonkers, but in the end, they managed to do exactly that, judging by the amount of milk her jugs were able to produce in such a short amount of time. Speaking off...

"I'm still not sure, if I believe everything that just happened, but this is a question for later. Now I just want to know: Is this stuff permanent?" she asked, pointing at her engorged breasts. While her husband would love it, having cartoonishly large breasts outside of the porn industry would definitely cause problems. And that was a step she wasn't ready to take yet.

"Well, the first injection causes a rapid growth, that will slowly reduce itself to a more manageable size if you don't take regular shots. Judgin' from your current size, ya should probably stabilize at an H-cup," Alicia explained, pointing to Ioana's chest. Then she continued: "The milk flow will probably stabilize as well, but considering your output... well, you can expect around two to three litres a day."

Two to three litres a day... That would definitely affect her daily life. How would she cope with up to three litres of milk shooting out of her boobs? Her little Tommy would probably drink less than a litre and even with her husband helping out... No, there was only one solution. Ioana walked towards her husband, put a finger on his chest and said with an assertive voice: "I still need to process all of this, but I understand you did this for both of us. I am not sure I can approve of the methods, but the result speaks for itself. But I am pretty sure that both you and our son cannot drain my boobs as much as they need to. So you and I will find a quiet room somewhere and you're gonna help me produce another mouth to feed. No backtalk!"

With that being said, she took her husband's hand and dragged him to an empty closet, desperate to take out her aggression with an intensive fuck session. She deliberately ignored the thumbs up Alicia gave her husband and didn't comment on the huge grin that appeared on his face. If this was his plan all along, so be it. After this whole experience she definitely needed to blow off some steam. Maybe she could ask Alicia for one of those VR goggles. Just for... research purposes.