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I picture my father joining in. I pull Candy Twat's mouth tighter against my pussy. "That's how we got pregnant," Laura tells me. "Me and Slavetoy and Candy Twat. My brother raped us until he impregnated us." Laura and her friends are all around six months pregnant to Laura's brother. He didn't want to impregnate any of them, they tell me, but they were such teasing sluts around him that they eventually overpowered his self-control. They feel guilty about being such disgusting whores with him, Laura says, and about saddling him with incipient children, so they do whatever they can to service him sexually by way of payment. Laura says after the babies are born, her brother will marry Slavetoy, and then all three girls with live with him as his permanent harem. She sounds a little unsure of herself as she says this and looks like she might cry, so I question her on it. She quickly puts a smile on her face and tells me being her brother's fucktoy has been her fantasy since she was a little girl, and she's so happy that teen he's going to marry her former girlfriend that she masturbates to the idea every day. The girls are all lactating by now, quite heavily. Laura tells me they worked hard to stimulate their breasts to produce milk, because "a good slut Hardcore should make her tits useful". They all take pills to increase their lactation, and they are milked several times a day. None of them express their own milk. Laura tells me "a good slut shouldn't be in control of her own tits", and indeed, all three girls seem almost unable to milk themselves. They clearly want to be milked small tits from quite early in the day, and as the pressure of milk in their breasts grows they become visibly uncomfortable. It is not until Candy Twat starts crying from her need for release that Laura takes her to the living room, has her climb up on the coffee table on all fours, places a bucket under her breasts, and begins to milk her like a cow. Laura is not gentle to Candy Twat's udders. She is clearly doing her best to hurt the pretty blonde's breasts. Candy Twat cries as she is milked, but, more surprisingly, she also makes a noise. I don't understand it at first, but then it becomes clear - she is mooing, like a cow. Laura says they have all conditioned themselves to make this noise, to remind themselves of what they are. They can't help but moo when they are milked. Laura says the girls are milked six times a day. One milking doesn't happen until they are crying from the pain, to remind them of what they are and what they deserve. If there is a man in the house they have to moo for his attention to receive this milking. After they have had their "pain milking" they are then milked rapidly on a fairly fast schedule several times over the rest of the day. The repeated milking promotes milk production, meaning their breasts will make more milk and get fuller faster. The more often they are milked, the more often they need to be milked, and the more dependent they are on someone to squeeze the milk out of their tits. Laura tells me she has always had large breasts, and always been ashamed of them. She thought large breasts meant she was slutty. She tells me she was right - she is slutty. Since she began lactating, her breasts have grown another two cup Brunette sizes. She tells me she feels disgusted when she sees herself in the mirror. She thinks the word "cow" whenever she sees her breasts. She can't imagine that anyone could look at her and see a human being instead of a sub-human fucktoy. blowjob When it comes time for Laura to be milked she crawls over to me in tears, kneeling in front of me, mooing softly. I lead her to the table and get the milking bucket, and I grip her breasts firmly. I pull down on her left breast in the milking motion I saw her use on Candy Twat. She was mine, mind, body and soul and had surrendered to me completely. Her legs obscenely spread while she is raped over and over. Mom and Dad emerged from Arby’s inn, their jaws dropping at the sight of our steed. Over the course of the next few hours I must have orgasmed ten times as he described his boy in detail and what he would do to me and how it would feel. Megan bit her lip and looked down again. He exhaled slowly, smiling, and reached out to her. She was more full than she had ever been before, and blowjob as she felt him slowly building his pace, fucking teen her faster and faster, she wanted to let out a scream of sexual pleasure. I had to wrap this up. Rain pounded on the window above the sink. The ceiling small tits continues to fascinate me as Brunette I lie there. I hear a knock at the back-glass door. Her cunt began gushing and her nipples erect. I want to feel you deep inside of my throat, stretching it open, filling it with your cock.’ That's it, Boy. Jane felt like melted shit after the nightmare and lack of sleep. I said ok go get your daughter and bring her here, yes Master and off they went. There was a full moon that night. “Stop. “Darling, if you’re willing, I’m alright with it. I said to him and noticed he looked a bit nervous. OK, dirty talk needs work, but baby steps, Angela; don’t try to hit a homerun with every swing. I groaned, realizing she warred against an orgasm. It was all hard and fast fucking that I really wanted. Luke was right, the sun was nice and my inner thighs hadn’t been tanning like the rest Hardcore of me. I resigned myself to the frustration and started to look around. “That's so hot!” someone moaned from the crowd.