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Ethan’s “milking machine” got him an A+, just as he had promised. Melissa felt a deep shame, knowing that Ethan’s teacher had seen her being fucked by dildos on the evil device.
And Ethan’s “wish” for earning an A+ didn’t surprise Melissa either.
“I want you lactating, cow,” he told her when he presented the grade.
There was nothing for Melissa to do but say, “Yes, sir.” Resistance would get her slapped and beaten, and then Ethan would find a way to be even crueller to her.
Promoting her lactation meant several hours on the device each day. Ethan would strap her into the machine before he left for school each morning, the dildo in her cunt and the cups on her tits, and he would leave her like that as he left the house. At least he didn’t engage the ass dildo – he was saving that for when she needed to be *really* punished.
Melissa would spend the hours between morning and lunch having her tits sucked and her cunt raped by the nasty machine. At noon, the machine would beep, and the cuffs restraining her body would loosen, and Melissa would be able to disengage herself from the device.
But this was apparently not enough for Ethan. The very day after he received his grade, he cornered his mother in the kitchen at breakfast time.
“I’ve made you an appointment with our GP for 2 pm,” he told her. “Get him to give you lactation drugs.”
Melissa was shocked. “What? How?”
“That’s your problem to solve, cunt,” said Ethan. “If you come home without them, you get the ass dildo.”
Melissa spent the morning on the fucking machine in a state of panic, trying to think of an imagine medical condition or story that would persuade the doctor to prescribe her something that would make her lactate.
But she knew it was a fruitless task. She knew how she would get the drugs – because it was something she had done many times before.
Ethan’s father had frequently sent her to doctors to get fake drug prescriptions. And she would do it the same way every time – by stripping nude and offering to suck the doctor’s cock. Sometimes they would call her a disgusting slut and chase her from their office. Sometimes they would accept her offer, and she would submissively suck their dick and swallow their cum.
When she returned to Ethan’s father with the drugs, he would take them, to sell to addicts for money, and then he would beat her tits and cunt for being “unfaithful” to him with the doctor.
If she returned without any drugs, he would beat her even harder. And on the one occasion she had refused to even try, he had raped her in the ass as she had screamed.
And so when she arrived at the doctor’s office, she felt herself falling back into the familiar habits of so many years ago. Her face bright red, she undressed in front of the handsome young doctor, and asked if he wanted to fuck her stupid face-cunt. And it turned out he did, and he prescribed her the relevant drugs, because after all galactagogues weren’t addictive and if Melissa wanted to produce milk like a cow it was no business of his.
“They’ll likely increase your libido,” he warned her, as he tucked his cock back into his pants, and Melissa tried to clean some cum that had accidentally drooled out of her mouth off her cleavage. “And you’ll probably see your breasts go up a cup size once they start making milk.”
That was the last thing Melissa needed, but she knew that Ethan would tell her to take the pills anyway, and she would obey.
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That was the same night that Melissa’s sister Kay was due to visit for dinner, and when Melissa got home from the doctor, she found that Ethan was home early from school, and he had been busy.
“What are you doing?” she asked him when she found him kneeling by the toilet, doing something to the bowl.
“Installing a camera,” he said. “It’s tiny, you won’t see it unless you know where to look. But it should get a pretty good view of the cunt of any woman who pisses here. There’s another up on the ceiling that will catch a full view of her body.”
Melissa looked up, but couldn’t see the camera. It really was well-concealed.
“Where did you get these?” she asked.
“I used your credit card,” he told her. “We’ll work out how you can earn it back later.”
Melissa was stunned. “Ethan!” she said. “We’re not rich! We don’t have money to just throw away!”
“I know,” said Ethan. “That’s another way that you’re disappointing, cunt. Maybe you should think about how you could be bringing more money into this household.”
Her mouth opened and closed, horrified at this disrespect – and its implications. But Ethan was already standing, and moving over to the shower.
“Well, then, *why* are you putting those cameras in?” she asked him.
“Aunt Kay is coming for dinner,” he said. “I want to see what she looks like naked.” He turned and looked at her. “And you do too, right, cunt? You get wet thinking about fucking your sister.”
It was true, and Ethan knew it was true. Ethan’s father had conditioned it into her as a disgusting, humiliating kink – an erotic fantasy of raping her own sister. She tried to deny it, to forget it – and yet she had masturbated secretly to thoughts of her own sister both of the last two nights, after her confession to her son had brought the fantasy back to the surface.
“Ethan, you *can’t*…” she began – and was silenced as Ethan slapped her hard across the face.
“I don’t like that word, ‘can’t’,” he told her. “I don’t ever want to hear it applied to me. And I decide the language we use in this household, remember?”
“I’m sorry, sir,” said Melissa immediately. “But this… arrangement we have is just between us. Kay isn’t part of it. You can’t… I mean,you shouldn’t… spy on her in the toilet.”
“I won’t,” said Ethan. “You will.” He handed her a tiny piece of electronics, and pointed at the top of the shower screen. “Put that just there, under the metal at the top of the frame, aiming at the centre of the shower space. It will stick by itself.”
Melissa did as she was told – and only realised when she had done it that Ethan was filming her on his phone.
“Sir…” she objected.
“If Aunt Kay finds these cameras, you’re going to take the heat, cunt,” said Ethan. “After all, it was your credit card that bought the cameras, and here you are on video installing them. So I think it’s in your interests to make sure that she *doesn’t* find them, right?”
Melissa went red. “Yes, sir,” she said, quietly.
Ethan had her install the rest of the cameras. There were two more for the shower – at the right height to stare directly at a woman’s face and breasts, and another on the floor looking upwards. There were a couple for Melissa’s bedroom, and then there were a couple for the dining room – one under the table, and one behind the seat where Aunt Kay would sit for dinner.
Then Ethan gave Melissa her instructions for the night.
They started with Ethan handing his mother three condoms of sticky white liquid. “That’s my last three loads of cum,” he told her. “Make sure they all go into Aunt Kay’s stomach tonight. It’s up to you whether you think they’ll work best in her drink or her food.”
Melissa wished she had never told her son about how his father used to force her to secretly feed cum to Kay.
Likewise, Melissa was told she would be wearing a short skirt and no panties, and that she was to touch her pussy under the table whenever Kay was eating cum-tainted food.
Kay’s drink was to be refilled as often as possible, to ensure she needed to use the toilet.
And, lastly, Melissa was told to “accidentally” spill a glass of sticky sugary drink all over Kay at some point during dinner – and then offer to let Kay shower in the bathroom and change clothes.
Melissa made one last try to rebel, an hour before Kay was due to arrive.
“Ethan – sir – she’s my *sister*,” she protested. “This is going too far. Please….”
Ethan responded by telling her to strip naked, and when he found that she was “in heat” there was no further discussion, and no further objection. He had her kneel, and then he masturbated, aiming at her tits, until he reached ejaculation, and soaked her tits with his sticky white sperm. He made her dress again for dinner without washing it off, although at least he let her wear a blouse concealing enough to cover the sperm on her fuckbags.
She cleaned his cock off with her mouth, and then he pointed his phone at her again.
“Big smile,” he told her, “and tell me you want to rape your sexy sister Kay.”
She forced a fake bimbo-ish smile on her face, looked at the camera, and said, “I want to rape my sexy sister Kay!”
And, to her humiliation, it was nothing but the truth.
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