Agent
Kekko and Delta City are the creations of Mr. X’s. Mr. Klimstit, and the Klimstit Corporation are my own creations,
and inspired by Mr. X’s works.
If
Bondage, Forced Lactation, and other sexual behavior are offensive to you, do
not read any further.
Any
feedback may be sent to mrklimstit@lycos.com
Mistaken
Meeting
Agent Kekko stood across the
street, watching the building that she was given the address to. When she was told it was the location that a
notorious slaver was making a big deal, she was stunned. She had heard that two weeks ago, the
superheroines of Delta City had brought down many of the slavers that were
operating in the city. This slaver must
have had some nerve for attempting to operate now. However, what made it more surprising was the fact that the
address was for a business. Normally,
the address was for an abandoned warehouse, where no one would notice
suspicious crates being removed.
However, what Agent Kekko was
looking at was a thriving company. In
fact, it was the Klimstit Corporation, a very wealthy pharmaceutical
company. She always wondered how they
sold their products so cheap, and something seemed to make sense when she
looked over the address again. From
what she had seen, a majority of buxom women had entered the building since she
began her stakeout. She started to
wonder how many failed to leave on a given day. It had to be the only reason the pharmaceutical company was so
profitable.
She now realized what she had to
do, and why her bosses sent her here.
She was the best agent at bringing down slavers. Her bosses said that she did a good job,
lulling them into a false sense of victory before sending out a call to the
other field agents. Of course, she
wasn’t sure how she managed it, especially the one time where she was bound and
gagged. She was thankful since at that
time, someone had just started to pull down her bottoms. It was a bit humiliating, since the way she
was bound made her breasts thrust out, and the top of her outfit had been
removed.
She put the thoughts of that
encounter out of her mind. She didn’t
need to think of close defeats. Right
now, she needed to focus on her current task.
She took a deep calming breath, and walked right into the building. It wasn’t the best approach, but since it
was still business hours, it was the best.
She was almost stunned when no one noticed her entering the
building. Even the security personnel
didn’t notice her, and given her two piece outfit, exposing her stomach, and
top which exposed her cleavage through a diamond shaped hole, that was
surprising. However, if most of the
staff were buxom, it wouldn’t be that rare.
She walked past the security desk,
and straight to the elevator. A quick
look at a directory by the elevator, and she could tell the top floor was where
she needed to go. All the executive
offices were up there. She quickly
boarded the elevator and went straight to the top.
As the elevator was ascending,
Agent Kekko was unaware of a few things.
First was the fact that the air was treated with a special colorless,
odorless gas, and that gas promoted the natural function of her breasts. The second was that the elevator sent a
signal to the office of the company president, Mr. Klimstit, who was in a
meeting at the moment with some of his staff.
This staff meeting was actually
a meeting of Mr. Klimstit’s Inner Circle.
Out of all his female staff, they knew the secret of his company, and
loved taking part in it. To most people
in the company, they were known by their first names. First was Scarlett, a buxom redhead who was the head of Research
and Development. Not only was she in
charge of what pharmaceuticals the company developed, but also special products
that were only available to special clients.
Second was Sasha, a buxom brunette who was in charge of Public
Relations. It was her job to make sure the
company stayed in a good light, but she was also in charge of making sure rumors
got started to lure heroines in to the company’s secret purpose. Lastly was Tiffany, a buxom blonde who was
interning with the company. However,
since her arrival, she had moved up to assistant and go-between of the Inner
Circle.
Agent Kekko was unaware of all
this when she arrived on the top floor.
However, she was aware of what a CEO’s office door would look like. As she left the elevator, she paused for a
moment, placing her hands flat on her back.
For some reason, her back was hurting her, but she couldn’t think
why. She started to move again,
especially when she realized a receptionist behind the desk was staring at
her. She didn’t want anyone here to
think she was flaunting herself to be sold into slavery.
As she reached the door, she noticed
that the receptionist stood up. Just
from a first glance, the receptionist wasn’t as buxom as she was. That didn’t bother her, but she was going to
make sure the girl stayed safe. In
fact, part of her wasn’t surprised when the woman said, “You can’t go in there,
Miss. Mr. Klimstit is in an important
meeting.”
Agent Kekko wasn’t surprised by
the word Miss. Her hairstyle made her
appear to be younger than she was, but the fact was she was in her early
twenties. She placed her hands on the
doorknob, and turned to face the receptionist.
“It’s a good thing I got here then.
I’m sure your boss’s clients will be surprised to see me.” She noticed a puzzled look on the
receptionist’s face, which she figured was because she was unaware of the
client’s background.
She quickly turned the knob, and
was surprised when the door opened with ease.
She quickly entered the office, and posed with her fists on her hips.
“All right, Mr. Klimstit, the jig is up.”
She glanced around the room, studying everything about the office. She was surprised to see that other than a
well dressed Caucasian man who appeared to be slightly older than her, and
three buxom Caucasian women, there wasn’t anyone else in the room. She glared at the man. “Where did he go?”
She was stunned when the others
looked at each other, with obvious confused looks on their faces. She realized that what ever this fiend had
done, he had already brainwashed the trio.
Finally, the man spoke. “Where
did who go? You’ve just interrupted a
business meeting. And why isn’t a child
like you in school?”
She proudly walked over to the
desk Mr. Klimstit was sitting behind.
As she neared him, she felt a bit of pain in her back, as well as
feeling like her top was shrinking, which was impossible. She finally stopped, put her hands on the
desk, and bent down to look at Mr. Klimstit in the eyes. “The slaver you were dealing with. And don’t think you can fool me, I’m not a
teenager, I’m in my early twenties.”
Agent Kekko wasn’t aware of what
was now happening behind her, mainly because with how she leaned over the desk,
her back felt better. She was actually
enjoying the moment, while keeping her eyes on Mr. Klimstit. What happened behind her involved the other
girls. The blonde, Tiffany, walked to
the door, and told the receptionist to hold all calls as Mr. Klimstit sorted
everything out. She then closed the
doors, and silently locked them.
The brunette, Sasha, had moved
to the back of the room to what looked like a thermostat. She pushed a button on it, and what she did
was actually increased the concentration of the special gas in the office. Sasha was well aware that Mr. Klimstit
usually kept the level at the 75% mark.
However, when their meetings came to an end, she set it up to 80%. This time, with the interruption, she set it
up to 90%, which was slightly higher than the concentration in the maze in the
sublevel.
Lastly, the redhead, Scarlett,
was making her way behind the scantily clad heroine figure. She had been with Mr. Klimstit for a long
time, and had learned how he thought.
At first, when she saw the heroine bust in, she thought her to be a
teenager, especially with the way her hair was worn. Hearing her say that she was in her twenties changed that. Scarlett was pulling out a patch that her
part of the company had developed.
However, it was sold to private clients. The patch was laced with a special drug designed to knock a
person out in a few minutes. She
quickly placed the patch on the woman’s back, saying, “What do you mean, ‘slaver’? He deals in pharmaceuticals.”
Agent Kekko stood up, almost
stumbling like she couldn’t keep her balance.
She turned to face the buxom redhead.
“I know that’s what you believe.
He has you brainwashed, probably preparing to sell you all off. I, Agent Kekko, am going to bring this slave
trader to justice.” She then turned to
face Mr. Klimstit, again almost losing her balance. “Do you have anything to say for yourself, before I call in the
rest of the authorities?”
Mr. Klimstit just sat back in
his chair. He just smiled and looked at
her, letting his gaze wander to her breasts.
He could see that they were almost bursting out of her top. Once he had heard her name, he remembered
some things he had learned about her, from files he had managed to get a hold
of. One of those things was that she
brought down slavers, however there were things she was unaware of, mainly due
to her low intelligence. “The only
thing I have to say is nighty night.”
Agent Kekko was taken back by
they odd comment. She stepped back,
puzzled. “What do you mean by
that?” Almost instantly, she started to
feel faint, and she couldn’t keep her eyes open. She then realized what was happening. She had been drugged, and now she was going to be sold into
slavery. Before she passed out, she
just said, “Damn it.”
As the buxom heroine collapsed,
Scarlett caught her. The redhead let
her hands wander as she held the heroine, making sure to feel how firm the
woman’s breasts were. “Looks like she’s
ready to ‘donate’, sir. Did she really
say she was Agent Kekko?”
Mr. Klimstit got up, and
nodded. “Yes. I can’t believe that she’s here, unless she lived up to her
intelligence and made a stupid mistake.
See if you can find anything on her while Sasha and Tiffany get an extra
chair ready.” He watched as Scarlett
did a quick frisking, making sure not to remove the costume at all. Sasha and Tiffany went over to another door
in the office, and pulled out an extra office chair.
The chair was brought over and
placed between Sasha and Scarlett’s chairs.
As everything was prepared, Scarlett pulled out a piece of paper, and
surpressed a laugh. “You were right,
sir. Take a look at this.” She handed the paper over, and then started
to secure the heroine into the chair.
As she did so, she also pulled up the heroine’s top, exposing her large
breasts. “Mmmm, looks like the file was
right about her endowments. She’s going
to make a nice ‘donation’.”
Mr. Klimstit smiled, especially
as Sasha said, “You might be right, Scarlett.
She might even match Tiffany’s ‘donation’ today.” He then watched as the buxom girls all
started to unbutton their blouses.
Their business meeting had been almost over for the day, all that was
left was their ‘donations’. Each of the
girls in his Inner Circle enjoyed this part.
It was a big part of how they got picked for the inner circle. Since joining his Inner Circle, they pledged
their loyalty to him, and were key in getting his long term plans underway, as
well as making ‘donations’ everyday.
He then watched as Tiffany
approached her chair, and shook her head.
“I don’t think she will. She may
be the same cup size, but mine are still bigger. See.” He licked his lips
as all the girls unclasped the fronts of their bra, allowing their breasts to
pop out. Each girl was well endowed,
and their breasts looked perfect, like gravity didn’t affect them at all. And each breast was capped by an erect
nipple, eager for the attention they were about to get.
As Scarlett sat down in her
chair, two panels on the chair opened up, and two clear cones at the end of two
clear tubes came out. Each cone made
its way to her E cup breasts, and hovered for a moment, as if they were waiting
for the right moment. She had a grin on
her face, which told Mr. Klimstit she had something in mind. “Sir, how about we give that heroine a
little show?”
He nodded in agreement as Sasha
and Tiffany both sat in their chairs.
Almost as soon as they sat down, panels opened on their chairs, and
cones hovered over each of their breasts as well. He noticed that both the blonde and brunette were eyeing the
cones with expectation. Mr. Klimstit
then said, “Yes. I’m sure that drug you
gave her will wear off soon, so let’s make her think that you all are unaware
that you were going to be milked today.”
He then pushed a button on his desk, and the cones hovering over
Scarlett’s breasts latched onto their targets, as a suction sound was heard,
along with a frightened scream.
Agent Kekko quickly came to when
she heard the scream. An instinct in
her made her try to jump up, but she couldn’t.
She shook her head, and realized she was bound to a chair. She also noticed her breasts were exposed,
and somehow appeared bigger than they had been. It was then she noticed the clear cones hovering right over her
breasts.
She turned her head, and was
horrified at what she saw. The redhead
was in a chair, and two clear cones were attached to her breasts. She also noticed something appeared to be
flowing down the tubes. It wasn’t until
the brunette shouted in a frightened voice, “Please, you can’t be doing
this. You’ll ruin us.”
Agent Kekko managed to look at
the brunette just as two cones latched onto her breasts. Soon, something started flowing through
those tubes. While she still couldn’t
tell what it was, she heard the brunette through her sobs. “It burns.
Please stop this.” All of a
sudden, Kekko remember a story she had thought to be false. It had involved a special agent getting
captured, humiliated, and then milked.
Rumor had stated the heroine never worked again. Now she believed it could happen.
Her thoughts were broken when
the blond shouted. “Don’t do that to
me. My breasts are just perky
enough. Don’t ruin them by doing this.” She screamed as the cones engulfed her
breasts.
Agent Kekko then looked at Mr.
Klimstit, who looked on with a perverted grin on his face. She glared at him, and finally spoke. “Won’t your clients be mad when you give
them women with ruined breasts? I thought
slavers preferred perfect breasts.” She
was stunned when the man started to laugh.
When he stopped laughing, she
watched as he pushed a button, causing the two cones to engulf her
breasts. Soon, she felt the suction
begin, and it wasn’t long until she saw milk gushing out of her nipples. What was worse was it burned, and she was
enjoying it. As the process continued,
she heard Mr. Klimstit speak. “My dear
Agent Kekko, you seem to think that my clients know about how I get the secret
ingredient I use in my products.”
Confusion swam through Agent
Kekko’s mind, mixing in with the pleasure and pain caused by the milking
machine. “What do you mean by
ingredient? What does a slaver need
with ingredients?”
She could tell there was a look
of shock on Mr. Klimstit’s face. “You
mean to say you are that dumb that you don’t realize my company makes
pharmaceuticals?”
Agent Kekko tried to frown at
that comment, but the constant suction on her breasts made it hard to stay
angry. It was humiliating to think she
was enjoying this, but to be called a fool made things worse. “I know that is a cover story. I know you plan to sell all these girls into
slavery. Look how scared they are of
you.”
She was startled when all three
of the women started laughing. It
caught her off guard, especially since the redhead just said, “We were just
putting on a show for you, you ditz. I
saw the address you were supposed to go to.
You’re so dumb, you transposed two of the numbers.”
Kekko couldn’t believe what she
was hearing. It continued to get more
unreal as the brunette spoke. “Mr.
Klimstit would never support slavers.
If he did, it would mean less women would learn the true joy their
breasts are for.” She then heard the
brunette and the redhead start to moan.
She was stunned when Mr.
Klimstit walked over to the chair she was in.
“They are right. Too many women
forget the true beauty their breasts are for.
You can’t deny that you are enjoying the suction on your nipples. You’ve also enjoyed the facts that your breasts
have increased in size due to the milk production my special gas has
stimulated.” She almost cringed as he
leaned in close to her ear. “I bet you
are on the verge of orgasm now, especially when the last of your milk gets
sucked out.”
At that moment, she felt an
orgasm go through her body. It was the
most intense one she had ever experienced.
What made it so intense was the fact that the other women orgasmed at
the same time. It was such an intense
feeling she almost passed out bucking in the chair, while the pump and
restraints held her down.
When the feeling finally passed,
she was gasping for breath, especially as the cones released her breasts with a
pop. She then glanced down, and the
feeling of pleasure was replaced by panic, as her breasts laid on her body,
down to her stomach. It was the very
thing she was afraid of. She glared at
Mr. Klimstit, who was walking behind his desk.
“You ruined my tits.”
She was stunned when Klimstit
turned to face her. On his face was the
perverted grin she saw earlier. It
scared her when he walked over and held up her drained breasts by her
nipples. “Why is it all heroines hold
their dignity until a moment like this?
A shame it happens this way.”
She then felt her drained breasts slap against her as he let go of
them. As he walked away from her, she
heard him remark. “And all because you
did what you are best at; being dumb.”
That comment just made her
mad. “I’m not dumb. I’ve brought down many slavers. And I’m going to bring you down.” She then tried to break free of her bonds,
but could do nothing against them. She sighed, and then remember how fast the
others appeared when the situation was at it’s worst. She smiled. “We’ll see
who the dumb one is when my back up arrives.”
She watched as Mr. Klimstit
walked all the way over to Scarlett, who she noticed was eyeing Mr. Klimstit’s
crotch. As he walked, he calmly
spoke. “I take it you mean the back up
that helped catch the other slavers. I
bet you haven’t noticed that when they show up, it’s at the time some one has
pulled down your bottoms.” As he spoke
the words, she thought about them for a moment. He had a point. Every
time her backup showed up, the slavers were about to start trying to tame her.
She then glanced down at her
lap, and noticed her bottoms were still on her. If he was correct, that meant no one would be coming to help her,
at least at the moment. The second he
tried to tame her, she would be victorious.
She let out a slight teasing laugh.
“Then why don’t you tame me. I
know you’re thinking about how much you’d get for me.”
She was surprised when the
blonde laughed, obviously not upset at the fact that Mr. Klimstit just milked
her dry. “Mr. Klimstit doesn’t want to
sell you. He’s always thinking how much
milk he’ll get from you. He’d never
waste a good set of breasts, especially if they might be from a
superheroine. You’ve must have fallen
in with those who view breasts as sex objects only.”
She wanted to reply, thinking
the girl was brainwashed, until the brunette spoke. “She’s right. Of course,
Mr. Klimstit knows how most women enjoy it when their breasts get
attention. I remember when he brought
me into the Inner Circle. He knew I
loved it when mine got attention, especially being sucked on. I know you won’t admit it now, but it was
orgasmic being milked.” The brunette
was right; she wouldn’t admit it. That
would be admitting defeat, and she was not defeated yet, although she felt
close to it.
She glared over at the redhead
when she finally shouted. “Hey girls,
let’s cut out the talking. I’m sure Mr.
Klimstit wants to reward us for making such sizable donations.” She was stunned when the other women started
staring at Mr. Klimstit’s crotch. She
then noticed the redhead was looking right at her. “You’re going to love this, Kekko. I wouldn’t be surprised if you drool a bit.”
As the last words were uttered,
she watched as Mr. Klimstit’s pants disappeared. She was stunned by this, but she was more captivated when she saw
what was being revealed. Mr. Klimstit
had a huge hard-on. At first, she
thought this was caused by watching them get milked, but when the pants were
there, there was no visible bulge. By
all reason, he shouldn’t have been able to wear pants.
However, that wasn’t all. Agent Kekko noticed that the hard-on, and
the two huge balls, were glowing, as if they had some added power in them. It was a very captivating sight. Deep down, she had always wanted to try to
put her mouth around a shaft that big, by choice. She felt her mouth water with hunger when she saw it, and she
tried to stop.
It didn’t go unnoticed, as Mr.
Klimstit looked at her. “I bet you’ll
even want a taste. Don’t worry, you
will.” The words scared her, and then
she watched as Mr. Klimstit pointed his cock at the redhead’s drained
breasts. She watched as the villain
just smiled at the redhead, and said, “I know what you’re waiting for,
Scarlett.”
Agent Kekko was shocked when Mr.
Klimstit’s cock shot out a load of glowing cum, which quickly coated the
redhead’s breasts. As the scene played
out, Agent Kekko was almost hypnotized.
She had seen some men try the same thing, but they had to step back
after shooting a small load. Not only
was Mr. Klimstit shooting a massive load, but his cock was still hard, as well
as glowing. “That can’t be possible.”
She watched as Mr. Klimstit
stepped over to the brunette. As he did
so, she heard the redhead say, “Oh, it is.
Mr. Klimstit hasn’t just milked women.
He’s milked superheroines. It’s
how he got his super powered cum, and perpetual hard-on.” Agent Kekko was puzzled by this, until she
saw the redhead stand up, and the cum seemed to be soaked in by her
breasts. As it was soaked in, she saw the
breasts firm and swell back up to the size they were before the milking. If she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes,
Agent Kekko wouldn’t have believed it.
The redhead stood up, and
started to put her blouse back on. As
she did so, Agent Kekko looked over at the brunette just as Mr. Klimstit let
his glowing cum soak the brunette’s breasts.
As they firmed up, the brunette spoke.
“If Mr. Klimstit didn’t do this, it would probably take a day or two for
all of us to return to our normal sizes.
Unlike superheroines, they seem to recover in hours. I know a few who had made donations to Mr.
Klimstit’s company before.”
Now, the brunette stood up, but
she didn’t put back on her blouse. She
walked over to a door that was in the back corner of the office and entered it,
pulling out a cell phone. Agent Kekko
was flabbergasted at how the women acted like everything was all right, being
milked liked this, and then being more humiliated. She glanced over at the blonde, who smiled as Mr. Klimstit
pointed his glowing cock at her drained breasts. She had to be closest to her in age. “Listen, this is wrong.
He’s got you thinking that being milked is what breasts are for. There is more than being a cow.”
The blonde turned to face her,
and snidely laughed. “A cow. Don’t make me laugh. Mr. Klimstit wants all women to know the
beauty and delight their breasts are for.
Only the brainless beauty obsessed think otherwise. I was surprised to find out yours were
real.” A moan escaped the blonde’s lips
at that moment, when Agent Kekko witnessed Mr. Klimstit shooting a massive
glowing load of cum all over the blonde’s breasts.
When the last of the cum hit the
blonde’s breasts, Agent Kekko sat there, shocked at what the blonde had
said. No one had ever accused her of
having implants. However, after all
this, she wondered why she didn’t.
Maybe having implants would have spared her this humiliation. She was lost on that thought when she
noticed the blonde getting up, but not trying to get her blouse on. She did notice that Mr. Klimstit was now
standing in front of her. “I think you
know what’s about to happen next.”
Agent Kekko didn’t want to
acknowledge his statement. However, a
thought did cross her mind as it was about to happen. If he shot his load all over her breasts, she could get a sample
of his DNA. She decided to play into
his perversion, looking at him with a cute seductive smile. It was the kind of smile, that with her
pigtails, would make any man hard.
“Yes, please. Restore my tits so
you can milk them again. It makes me so
hot when you do that.” She smiled more
as she saw his cock throb a bit.
She decided to play it a bit
more. She gazed at his cock and blew
air on it for a moment. “You’re the
only one who knows what my titties are for.
I want your cum all over my tits.”
Her efforts were quickly rewarded when Mr. Klimstit’s cock erupted all
over her breasts. She watched and was
amazed how much came out, and coated her breasts. Each stream of glowing cum spattered onto her breasts, literally
coating them with a layer of cum.
When it finally stopped, she
noticed how warm it felt. She also felt
her breasts filling and firming back to normal. It was as pleasurable as the milking had been, and she couldn’t
help but moan. She closed her eyes
briefly, and then opened them as Mr. Klimstit said, “It’s such a turn on when a
heroine demeans herself. It’s like they
think by doing that, they are going to get something more out of my cum, like
DNA.”
She opened her eyes wide in
shock when she heard that. The glowing
cum that had been all over her breasts was now gone, as if her breasts had
hungrily absorbed it. The only good
thing was that her breasts were back to their normal size. She was briefly thankful for that, until she
felt hands roughly grab them, and saw that the blonde and brunette had each
grabbed a breast. “Unhand them,” was
her response to the two women.
The brunette seemed calm when
she said, “Now, now. In a few moments,
we are going to help you correct your mistake, and make sure you get to the
slaver you were after.” She then
watched as the brunette looked over at Mr. Klimstit. “Shall we get her ready, sir?”
Agent Kekko watched as Mr.
Klimstit just nodded. “Yes. Scarlett is making sure we get her there
unnoticed. Just make sure her costume doesn’t
look like it had been moved at all.”
She then saw him point at the blonde, “And Tiffany, don’t squeeze her
breasts so hard.”
She felt the pressure lessen as
the blonde loosened her grip. “Sorry,
sir. I was just upset that she still
thinks you’re a slaver.” She then felt
both Tiffany and the brunette restore her bikini top. She grimaced a bit, as she felt how tight her top had
gotten. Obviously, the gas that he said
was making her breasts product milk was still doing its task.
Mr. Klimstit just looked at her,
and smiled. “She only thinks that right
now. She won’t be thinking that a few
minutes from now. Sasha, Tiffany, help
her up, and make sure she’s ready for the next part.” She felt the two women help her out of the seat, and she had one
last ditch plan. With one swift kick,
she could cripple Mr. Klimstit, escape, and warn others.
Those plans were ruined when
once her legs were straight, and the two women forced her to bend over. With her breasts as heavy as they were, she
gave into it, and soon she was bent over.
The way her breasts were hanging, it felt good, but she knew it would
only be temporary. She bent her head to
look at Mr. Klimstit, and was stunned when she realized his glowing cock and
balls were inches from her face. She
then remembered Klimstit’s words from earlier, and quickly clamped her mouth
shut.
She kept her mouth shut as Mr.
Klimstit looked at her. “Not going to
open your mouth. A shame, since I
noticed you drooling at the sight of it earlier. It also won’t matter, because with all the superpowered cum I
have in me, I can do anything. This
includes an amnesatic facial.” She then
watched as glowing cum shot out at her face.
She felt it splatter all over her face, nose and mouth. The sudden shot also caused her to gasp, and
she felt Mr. Klimstit put his cock in her mouth.
She felt it pulse against her
lips as more and more of his glowing cum went into her mouth, and she swallowed
every drop. With each shot, as well as
the smell of the cum on her face, she felt like she couldn’t remember what
happened minutes before. The more cum
that she swallowed, the more she couldn’t remember. She wasn’t even sure why she had entered the building in the
first place. She then started to close
her eyes, feeling tired.
When Agent Kekko’s eyes closed,
Mr. Klimstit popped his cock out of the her mouth. He motioned to the girls to stand her up, and when she was, he
noticed a vacant look on her face.
“Agent Kekko, you are under the powers of my hypnocum. From now on, the events that happened here
was just an erotic dream. You won’t remember
our faces, or names. This will have
just been an erotic dream. You will
leave here, and head to where the slaver is.
Until someone grabs one of your nipples, your mind will not wake
up. When it does, you will realize you
were captured by the slaver.”
The girl nodded, and at that
moment, Scarlett had opened a secret door.
Scarlett beckoned the girl, and the hypnotized heroine walked over and
followed Scarlett down the secret hall.
When the door closed, Mr. Klimstit just looked at Sasha and Tiffany,
both with their breasts exposed. “Both
of you, put your breasts away. Tiffany,
go out and bring my secretary in. We
need to make sure she doesn’t mention the wayward heroine.”
As Tiffany complied and stepped
out of the office, he turned towards Sasha, and re-engaged the hologram that
made him appear to have pants. “By the
way, Sasha, how are things set for the event next month.”
He watched as Sasha buttoned the
last button on her blouse. “Things are
well. In fact, we are ready for the
next few events. The Fashion Show. The Museum unveiling. Also, the news report about our one big
project. We are still getting things
together to test Scarlett’s modification to the gas.” He held up her hand to stop talking as the receptionist
entered. She understood and waited for
the receptionist to sit down. Besides,
the receptionist was also overdue to make a ‘donation’.
He smiled at her and said, “Did
you notice that lady who had entered earlier?”
When she nodded, he stopped smiling.
“Let’s have a little chat about her, shall we.” He sat back as Sasha started all the
equipment hidden in the room. His
secretary was about to make another donation, another one she wouldn’t remember
at all.
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Agent Kekko had been having one
of the hottest dreams ever, until she felt someone roughly pull on her
nipples. She yelped, and was stunned to
find a cock in her mouth. She blinked
and looked up at the man who had his cock in her mouth, and realized who he
was. It was the most wanted slaver
around, since the ones that were arrested.
He must have ambushed her, and drugged her. She tried to struggle, but realized that his thugs must be around
her. The fiend continued pumping his
cock in her mouth, and said, “Good move, boys.
You woke her up. Now we can
truly tame her.”
She felt hands on her breasts
again, this time squeezing them in an odd way.
A voice said from underneath her, “Damn, you should see what these tits
are doing.” She tried to gasp as she
felt someone sucking on her nipple.
Another voice came from behind
her as she felt her bottoms being pulled off.
“What ever it is, she’s enjoying it.
It will make it easier for all of us to do her in turn.” She felt her eyes go wide as she realized what
it meant. They were all going to rape
her, and tame her. She started to hope
her back-up would show up before it was too late.
She felt the tip of a cock about
to enter her, when she heard doors and windows break open. She also heard sever guns prepare to fire,
and all the men stopped. Her back up
had arrived. She felt the men pull away
from her, all arms in the air. She
quickly put her arms on the ground, to keep from falling over, and then pulled
on her bottoms again.
As the others were putting cuffs
on the slaver and his gang, she looked around for her top. When she finally found it, she picked it
up. She was about to put it on when her
superior stopped her. “Good job, Agent
Kekko. Everything worked like we
planned.”
She looked at her superior and
noticed that he was looking at her breasts.
“Do you mind. I need to get my
top back on. It’s cold in here.” She turned around, and started to put her
top back on. She stopped when she
brushed a hand against her nipples, and felt something wet there.
She glanced down at her breasts,
and saw something white on her nipple.
She ran her finger over it, and cautiously brought the finger to her
lips. When it hit her lips, she realized
what it was, but she couldn’t believe it.
It was milk, it had to be. She
then remembered the erotic dream she had, and shook her head. It couldn’t have been real, but her body
must have thought it was. That dream of
her being milked couldn’t have been real, but erotic enough to make her body
think that.
She shook her head, dismissing
the thought. It couldn’t be milk. She had never been pregnant. Besides, no one ever sucked so hard to get
milk out of her breasts. To be honest,
guys never wanted to spend too long on her breasts. She finished putting her top on, and then walked over to her
boss. “Sir, I don’t remember calling
you in. How did you know I was here?”
She watched as he smiled. “Of course you did. It’s easy to forget when you rush in. Now, we can handle it from here. Why don’t you go relax?” She nodded and left. As she left, her mind went back to her
daydream. She smiled as the thoughts of
that erotic dream played out. Maybe
when she got home, she would indulge in an attempt to live out the fantasy for
real.