A special Demonstration
this is a full version of our femtorture/milking collab released earlier and propably a start for the rayne snippets but that is a later and uncertain project as we also have another story in the making
his is a story containg torture and is at points quite detailed if this is not your particular cup o tea turn away now
Remember: this is fantasy, not reality. And in fantasy, sexual torture is hot!
(yes i ripped that one from kkat)
Sales Slave number 6942 shivered. She once had a name, but that had all changed once she had been acquired by Saydko. She couldn't; remember how or why anymore, it had been so long. She shivered again, not from the cold of the resting room, but out of fear. She had been pulled from her normal shift at the Sewing and Tattoo machine station and brought here. While a rest was welcome, especially away from the wickedly sharp needle there, and the acidic ink used in the tattooing part. It still hurt, her mummeries crying in pain, but it was fading. That terrified her more, as it only meant even more pain.
The door opened, and a male coyote entered. "Come on, 6942, time to work."
She quickly got to her feet. She had learned long ago not to disobey, or delay at any orders. Resistance got one sentenced to extra hard shifts, like that poor collie girl who had been sentenced to 6 hours at the microwave station. She had been reduced to almost insanity then. The worst part was that she was still in perfect physical condition, and it had only taken a week for her mind to return to full capacity. It would have returned sooner, but she was still used in her role. Even in severe agony and mental regress, they were still abused.
She followed behind the guide, as he lead her through the large store. Her eyes looked around, taking in the various scenes with a jaded eye. She winced in sympathy as they passed through the cooking section. There was one ursine, her swollen breasts locked in a clear see through pressure cooker. The steam was obscuring the vision, and her roars of pain as the steam heated her mummeries was of a tone that one could be considered sweet. Even screams of pain were controlled, with the Subdermal Oral Nanite Group, SONG for short controlling the vocal cords. They made it so one could scream for ages and not damage the vocal cords and also as a bonus , the screams could be modified. Without SONG< the ursine's roars of agony would have been deafening, but song reduced them to a mineable room volume, but the anguish was still there. Suddenly behind the pressure cooker the slave fur saw a familiar otter who's name she should know but just could not remember. The otter was dressed in a sales uniform and was leading a small group of people around the cooking department apparently promoting the merchandise.
"and this is our new series of milking machines. As you can see, we have various models." Rayne the otter sales fur said, casting her hand in a wave motion, indicating the 5 strapped in ladies on the four machines.
"As you can see, each one is different, and works to gather the milk. "
All five were gagged, and strapped to the machines, looks of horror of 3 and a look of absolute terror on the last pair.
"Ahh, the first one. The Crusher 5000. "
The machine had transparent walls enclosing the breasts, and was essentially two compactors that held the breasts inside. She pressed a button, causing the walls to close smoothly in, and bound feline tearing up as the they walls started with a soft hum, and a grinding noise. The tigress struggled, her breasts bouncing in the slowly closing space, muffled cries were hear in the gag. Soon all too soon for the jerking, crying feline the four walls had enclosed the breasts and continued to squeeze as a change in pitch from the motor occurred ripples from the breasts cancelling each other out as the four all continued to squeeze together as milk burst forth in a geyser, then slowed to a steady stream as she cried through the gag, her head and body shaking, the leather straps creaking as they held her tight, her eyes wide and full of pain.
Okay lets go on to the second milker the sales fur said motioning to the second machine with in its straps a struggling dragoness.
"This is the Roller 4500" she said while pressing the button causing the spiked rolling pin to start flattening the dragons nipples. Making milk start to drip out and the dragoness moan and scream into the gag she wore even before the machine really started to work. The gag was not a mere piece of cloth. Oh no, nothing as crude as that. It was a state of the art, nanite controlled penis gag. Right now it was simulating a feline member, a rather large one. Unlike the previous tigress, the dragoness has damaged a product she had been assigned to show off. Company guidelines were clear, and so an additional punishment had been added.
As the roller drew back the pained but muffles screams got louder and the dragoness struggle harder but to no avail as the tight straps would not let her pull away from the painful spikes of the machine. The spikes dug into the defenceless breast flesh, causing her eyes to widen in pain. The nanites inside caused the pain to be augmented, and be more painful. She would have howled, but that scary, barbed, and flared dildo in her mouth and throat effectively cut off all sound. The throat bulged and the vocal cords worked, but all that did was cause the tiny barbs to scrape the inside, and cause only a tiny whimper of pain escape that thick toy in her mouth.
Rayne. smiled at the cries. "Now then.. let's move on. Shall we?" The otter smiled and walked towards the place where the next fur was tied in. This one was odd. It was a stock like thing, with the breasts sticking through holes in a wall of metal that covered the front of the wolf's chest. The metal was covered with lots of tiny spikes, against which the breasts were resting. So far, the pain was manageable, although the arrangement did look odd to most, but this fur was in fact terrified. She was right, as a pair of mechanical arms slowly lowered in front of the wolfess.. Suddenly, two large clamped arms sprang from the machine. These were large, and a solid grey. The clamps where made of up tiny raze sharp blades, they clicked together a few times, making it clear what would happen. They swiftly lowered onto the large breasts, clamping on, then started to twist counter clockwise, turning the breasts over one another. The wolfess's muzzle opened wide as her eyes widened as a scream tore from her throat at the pain. This was not the end as then a second pair of arms appeared. These were much smaller and shot towards the nipples, latching on, and pulling the nipples forward. The nasty thing was that they went around the nipples, leaving the ends open. They started to twist counter clockwise, turning the nipple around each other. The end result was that her breasts were being squeezed and wrung like in a wringer, ofrcing milk from the ends and onto the bottom of the container, which was sloped. The milk, coming out in drips ran donw the sloped side and into a collection tank. The nanites of the wolfess allowed for her skin to stretch to such degrees, but the yelling that soon devolved into whimpers told of the pain and misery. So great was the agony of this that she could not yell properly, and tears of pure pain were streamlining down her face.
Rayne clasped her hands, turning away from the twister and heading over to the last milker. She tried ot hide it, but she did look quite intimidated herself when she got close to the next and final milker, She knew even before she had seen furs in it that it would be even more excruciating then the other milkers by its nature. It didn't look by much, just a pair of clear boxes, with a divider in the center. The test furs had their breasts inserted into the box through a section that let the breasts through, then formed an airtight seal. Rayne was a bit shocked that the seal was an airtight seal, and her mind raced with all sorts of nasty things that required such a seal.
Also this machine for some reason had more and heavier straps then any other devise she had seen in the entire store
H-he-here is our final mi-milker she hesitantly stuttered indicating the vacuum milker.
One of her audience an impatient reptilian walked past her and flicked the last switch turning on the vacuum milker and causing the furs in it to start screaming at the top of their lungs for the first 4 seconds before deteriorating into a pathetic, and very heart wrenching sobbing. Well, heart wrenching for Rayne only. The other watchers smiled, and seemed to be taking mental notes.
At first it was hard to see why they cried but then the viewers noted the breasts on their side growing and expanding slowly at first but progressively faster and faster. While this was happening, the other pair of breasts was slowly shrinking and shrivelling until they were the size of a plum. It was clear that the clearly painful size changes were related. s Each size change was accompanied by pain and squirming by the two in the chamber. It was clear that if it were not for the immovable bonds holding the breasts in place, the girls might have gotten away so violent were their struggles. It was clear that this was no normal milking. When both pairs stopped changing size all of a sudden the pressure changed instantly shrinking down the blown up pair and instantly blowing up the shrunken pair of breasts eliciting long and loud screams that even the SONG nanites could not suppress.
Rayne took a deep breath and started "As...ass you can s.ee.e.e." she said stuttering out her words "The va.. vacu..vaccuum milker is the most diabolical one we have..." She gulped again, and cringed in sympathy. It wasn't a suction of air, but the actual moving of air pressure. One side got the air from the other, and vice versa. The result was an equilibrium of pressure, causing the breasts to be subjected to unnatural air pressures.
Rayne was glad to be done today she was still trembling of seeing the last milker.
The vicious vacuums had been so frightening she fretted that if any overseer was close enough to hear her stutter, He would sign her down for a punishment detail.
But as the hours passed and no one came her nerves calmed down and after 3 hours of fretting she could finally lay herself to rest, convinced that nothing would come of her stuttering performance. She knew that lesser mistakes had gotten others punished. She was worried, but sure that nothing would come of it. She had had a near spotless record so far, so she was sure that nothing would happen to her
Feel free to comment on flaws and any ideas you might have
as me and my anonymus co-writer would like to hear em and we could incorporate them in further stories
and dont vote low because you didnt like the femtorture you were warned well befor the story began