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Infiltrating the Lactation Lab (Forced Milking Erotica)
Infiltrating the Lactation Lab (Forced Milking Erotica)
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Dive back into the Lactation Laboratory, where women are administered a potent serum that causes their breasts to expand with milk while simultaneously becoming super-sensitive to all stimulation! When a riot among the human cows threatens to turn into a full-blown orgy, Dr. Veers finds himself face-to-face with a Femme Fatale determined to steal the secret of his lactation formula!
Warning: this 7,300 word story contains intense nipple play, breast worship, rough sex, reluctant gangbangs, dominance and submission, and gallons and gallons of warm, delicious milk!
Excerpt:
The production facility was in complete disarray. A vast, circular chamber, the facility was designed to house hundreds of docile women in enclosed stables around the edges of the facility while workers managed the feeding and milking processes from the large central courtyard. Normally, the women were chained at the ankle as an extra security precaution, though in reality the lactation serum kept them docile and content, and none had ever attempted to escape.
Now, somehow, hundreds of naked young women were free and roaming unchecked about the facility. Worse yet, they appeared to be organizing, squaring off around a large collection of workers who huddled together near the milking machines at the back of the room.
“Dr. Veers – help! They’ve gotten loose! We can't control them!” a nearby technician pleaded, clutching at his lab coat.
“Tell me what happened. I need to know!” the doctor roared.
“We don't know... it was during mealtime. Something happened after we gave them their stew. What’s going on? They've never acted like this before!”
The massive collection of women appeared to be growing more and more agitated to be pleasured as time passed. Several of them had seized nearby workers, men who had strayed too close, and were beginning to strip them naked and mount them in twos and threes as the men shouted and struggled to escape. Many of them were lactating openly, and several of them had fallen to the ground, intertwined and desperately grinding against one another.
Doctor Veers recognized the signs of excess lactation serum consumption - these women were unbelievably sexually aroused - maybe uncontrollably so!
“They became... very agitated,” the technician continued to explain. “They started tearing at their chains, trying to get to the workers, crying out for the milking machines. They began pulling and straining... and the restraints started breaking! It's like they somehow gained super strength.”
Dr. Veers put a hand to his forehead. “They are overdosing on the lactation serum. The serum unleashes vast quantities of hormones. In large enough doses, this has the side effect of lending the subjects tremendous bursts of strength. Of course!” He rubbed his eyes and struggled to think.
The moans and cries had increased in intensity. The writhing sea of female flesh began to surge toward the cornered workers.
Warning: this 7,300 word story contains intense nipple play, breast worship, rough sex, reluctant gangbangs, dominance and submission, and gallons and gallons of warm, delicious milk!
Excerpt:
The production facility was in complete disarray. A vast, circular chamber, the facility was designed to house hundreds of docile women in enclosed stables around the edges of the facility while workers managed the feeding and milking processes from the large central courtyard. Normally, the women were chained at the ankle as an extra security precaution, though in reality the lactation serum kept them docile and content, and none had ever attempted to escape.
Now, somehow, hundreds of naked young women were free and roaming unchecked about the facility. Worse yet, they appeared to be organizing, squaring off around a large collection of workers who huddled together near the milking machines at the back of the room.
“Dr. Veers – help! They’ve gotten loose! We can't control them!” a nearby technician pleaded, clutching at his lab coat.
“Tell me what happened. I need to know!” the doctor roared.
“We don't know... it was during mealtime. Something happened after we gave them their stew. What’s going on? They've never acted like this before!”
The massive collection of women appeared to be growing more and more agitated to be pleasured as time passed. Several of them had seized nearby workers, men who had strayed too close, and were beginning to strip them naked and mount them in twos and threes as the men shouted and struggled to escape. Many of them were lactating openly, and several of them had fallen to the ground, intertwined and desperately grinding against one another.
Doctor Veers recognized the signs of excess lactation serum consumption - these women were unbelievably sexually aroused - maybe uncontrollably so!
“They became... very agitated,” the technician continued to explain. “They started tearing at their chains, trying to get to the workers, crying out for the milking machines. They began pulling and straining... and the restraints started breaking! It's like they somehow gained super strength.”
Dr. Veers put a hand to his forehead. “They are overdosing on the lactation serum. The serum unleashes vast quantities of hormones. In large enough doses, this has the side effect of lending the subjects tremendous bursts of strength. Of course!” He rubbed his eyes and struggled to think.
The moans and cries had increased in intensity. The writhing sea of female flesh began to surge toward the cornered workers.
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