The lactating young teen's sexual torment continues
DISCLAIMER #1: All sexual acts in this story occur between adults over the age of 18.
DISCLAIMER #2: Themes of this story revolve largely around humiliation, black mail, and voyeurism. If you are not interested in these themes, please do not read. Of course, in real life much of what is portrayed in this story is despicable, and should not be tolerated under any circumstance. Hence, why this is a story of fantasy, and should not be taken seriously.
DISCLAIMER #3: While themes of the story certainly can be dark, I do try to keep things light with a certain "comic book" style. Again keep in mind that this is a work of fantasy and not everything will be fully realistic.
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The young teen almost sighed in relief as she felt the breeze flow in through the window as she sat in the passenger seat of her tormentor’s car. She hadn’t seen the light of day for the last 48 hours. Usually she would enjoy 2 days of no humiliating public sexual humiliation, but this was almost worst.
Ever since Mr. Wilson discovered that she was lactating due to the hormone treatment, she had been subjected to two days of non stop fucking. It was a whirlwind, the old man popped some pills and fucked her ruthlessly at least ten times over 2 days.
The object of his fascination was of course her tits. She didn’t know how much bigger they were compared to before, but she did know that her once well fitted D cup bras couldn’t contain her swollen boobs anymore.
Bras not fitting was the least of her worries though, to her horror, there seemed to be an endless supply of breast milk that came gushing out of her engorged tits. For the most part, the fountain of milk transferred directly from her tits into Mr. Wilson’s mouth. He had a insatiable thirst for her breast milk.
Every time he deposited a load in her, it wouldn’t be long before he started groping her tits, which would send streams of milk shooting out from her nipples. The sight of that sweet milk and feeling of her big soft tits would get him hard again and ready to fuck her.
The sensation also was so strange to Katee. While she was in utter horror as to what was happening to her body, she couldn’t help but feel relief when she was milked. It wouldn’t last long though, within a half hour, her tits would become engorged again. Each minute that would pass after that would lead to an increase in throbbing pain that she would feel in her tits. Any touch, much less grope or twist of her nipples would cause terrible pain.
She made the mistake of looking at Mr. Wilson, whose eyes instead of being on the road were fixed on her cleavage.
He looked up at her eyes and smirked as he rolled up to the red light.
“I should have never let you cover those puppies.” He smirked “Off with the tank top.”
Katee grimaced, as she looked around the busy intersection. “Please sir, my bra doesn’t even fit, we’re in public.”
She should have known better, she hardly had time to flinch before receiving a sharp smack to her face. “Shut up cow, don’t forget who you belong to.”
Stunned, she looked up at him with tears rolling down her face.
She didn’t have much time to react, before she started to hear honking behind her. Mr. Wilson grinned, as he looked up, noticing that the light was green.
“I’m not moving until you take that top off.”
More honks started to accumulate as he was blocking traffic in a one way street. Oncoming traffic was looking at them puzzled too.
Mr. Wilson didn’t care, he was impervious to this, but the teen wasn’t.
As she felt the pressure start to mount, she knew she had no choice. She swiftly peeled her light blue tank top off.
Mr. Wilson started to drool as he saw the young teen’s cleavage fully exposed in a skimpy white lace bra that was at least one size too small for her. Her tits were practically spilling out. The bra did well to cover up her nipples, but that was it. The pink edges of her areolas were visible to anyone who was looking closely. He salivated as he saw the light blue veins contrast with the pale skin of her engorged tits.
She expected him to start driving, but he didn’t. The honking behind them was becoming angrier.
She looked up at him.
He read her mind. “Before I move this car, you’re going to pull the window down and then sit your ass down on your hands.”
Katee reluctantly did as he said. She had a pit in her stomach as she rolled down the window fully, exposing her self to the world. She gulped as she sat on her hands.
“Good cow.” He cooed as he started to drive forward. “Now if you move your hands without my orders, you’re going to lose the bra.”
Katee gulped again as they started driving. Her tits felt so heavy hanging off of her chest. With each small bump on the road her boobs would bounce up and down, causing her an immense amount of discomfort.
As the road changed to two lanes, it wasn’t long before the line of angry drivers started to pull up beside him to give him a piece of their mind for holding them up so long.
Of course, Mr. Wilson took the left lane and continued to drive at least 10 below the speed limit. As the first angry driver came up beside their car, it was a man in his 40’s driving a pick up truck. Naturally it wasn’t long before the honking stopped.
Katee reluctantly looked over, and saw a well built man in his 40’s, whose eyes were fixated on her tits bouncing up and down in an undersized bra, instead of on the road.
“Smile at him.” Mr. Wilson whispered.
Katee gulped before meeting the man in the eyes and smiling.
The man quickly met her eyes, smiled back, took one more look at her tits and then pulled ahead. A few cars of women and families passed, giving Katee dirty looks like usual.
Mr. Wilson took this opportunity to speed over some bumps and pot holes, causing Katee’s tits to bounce comically up and down her chest.
She looked down in dismay, her left tit had fallen out of her bra cup, while her right nipple was now popping out of the bra as well. Katee knew better than to make adjustments, knowing that she’d be punished.
Mr. Wilson grinned as he saw the car coming up beside them.
It was four college aged boys, they looked like some jocks going to a football game.
It wasn’t long before the one in the rear passenger seat pulled down his window, pointed at Katee and drew the attention of his buddies.
The next moment, all of the windows were rolled down and all four pairs of eyes were on Katee near nude tits.
“Woooo look at those titties!” One said, clearly inebriated.
Katee’s cheeks flushed as she was showered with cat calls and lude comments from the car beside her.
Her and her marvelous tits were rocked once again as Mr. Wilson purposely sped up to his a pot hole.
He heard a cheer from the car beside them as if their favorite football team just scored a touchdown.
Once she had a chance to gather herself, Katee soon realized that both of her tits were now out of the bra. The bra whimpered and collapsed entirely under her tits. All the lace was doing now was propping her tits up in a preposterous position. She winced as the pressure of her tits swaying and rolling up and down on her chest with each bump.
Both cars were driving 10 below the limit. The driver was doing his best to keep his eyes on the road, while his buddies were all taking pictures, and egging her on. They didn’t know if this old man with her was an uncle, father or partner, and they didn’t care.
“Face them and smile.”
Tears rolled down Katees face on to her beet red cheeks.
She exposed her engorged tits now fully to the rowdy group of boys.
They cheered again, snapping pics and recording videos on their phone. They commented on how these were the biggest, juiciest tits they’ve ever seen.
Katee felt the car stop as they approached another red light.
“Take your hands and lift up your tits for them.”
Katee cried softly, knowing she had no choice. She took her tits in her hands and held them up for the boys at the red light.
The boys cheered, asking her to squeeze them more for them.
“Do it. And smile whore.”
Katee forced a smile as she started to squeeze her tits for the boys.
She looked around nervously, she saw groups of teens on the other corner, who were filming what was going on as well.
“Squeeze Harder.” Mr. Wilson commanded.
The boys cheered as they saw this sex doll start to squeeze the flesh of her tits for them. They all had their phones out and were recording videos with glee.
“Harder!” Mr. Wilson yelled.
Katee moaned in pain, as even her own touch was too much for her sensitive tits. She groped her own tits for the boys. She closed her eyes, unable to bear this public humiliation.
Then she felt it, a drop of milk squirted out of her left nipple followed shortly by the other.
“Holy shit!” one of the boys cried.
“MORE!” Mr. Wilson commanded.
Katee cried as she squeezed harder, knowing what was coming next. Milk started to flow from her tits freely, dribbling on the car seat. The boys watching were now speechless.
With one more bark from Mr. Wilson, Katee moaned in both pain and relief as breast milk sprayed from her nipples in multiple streams. One stream even made it the door of the car beside them!
Mr. Wilson cackled. The light turned green, and the old man punched it and pulled ahead of traffic before making a few quick turns losing the crowd.
As they pulled into a quieter street he looked at the young teen beside him, who had now reclined the seat fully to hide her nudity.
Her heavy tits jiggled as she herself was sobbing. Milk was dripping down her tits onto her torso, chest, and the car seat.
He through a rag at her. “Clean yourself up and get dressed. Time for a check up.” He grinned as he pulled into the familiar parking lof of of Dr. Chalmers' office.