{"loaderData":{"3":{"story":{"id":"c1425d70-860b-4c79-855b-99fe3f0a68e8","seriesId":"c12b0c25-e0e9-4927-b18e-29b61115736a","seriesName":"Cruciatu","currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2023-02-13T23:31:36.794Z","updated":"2023-02-13T23:31:36.794Z","title":"Cruciatu - Chapter 22 - Suction","slug":null,"shortId":null,"authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"Penny meets one of her neighbors and gets milked","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"9ce13295-eee9-48d9-80cd-1b8b918db4f6","title":null,"summary":"“Gooood girl. Good Cow.” Taylor purred, acting oblivious to Penny's need to be relieved “it would be","wordCount":2591,"readTime":13,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

“Gooood girl. Good Cow.” Taylor purred, acting oblivious to Penny's need to be relieved “it would be such a waste if we didn’t make good use of all this splendid milk. Although as you can see it’s not as if we are in short supply” Taylors heels clicked against the floor as she crossed to the poor cow opposite Penny.

The tightly bound woman gave an almost imperceivable tremble as Taylor approached her. Her head was completely covered in a black tight leather hood, so tight in fact that Penny was sure the women no longer had hair and must have been cleanly shaven under the hood. Only her blue eyes were visible - the only other holes in the hood were for her nostrils. The hood likely had a hole for the mouth, but it was hard to tell as it was open in a permanently wide scream and plugged with a feeding plug that ran off to another machine on the side. The black rubber tube leading to the woman's gagged mouth jerked slightly as the fearful woman struggled in a vain attempt to escape Taylor's attention.

Gently, Taylor stroked the top of the women's leather hood. “You are going to be here for a while Penny, so may as well meet some of your neighbours! This here used to be Lindsey. Now we don't even bother with a name, just a QR code. I was informed of her history when she was brought to me; some bored bimbo Instagram influencer looking for some humanitarian cause to drum up followers.”

Penny sullenly stared at the dulled and teary blue eyes of the poor woman. It was hard to tell given her situation, but she could imagine under the dreadful hood she was possibly once quite gorgeous.

“This dumb instawhore…” Taylor began to dig her claws into the woman's head, eliciting a whimper “...decided that milking cows was cruel, and started getting her followers to hassle the hard working farmers of the milk industry. However...farming is a sacred and powerful institution. Crucio Corp was contacted to help with this...PR issue...and here she is!” Taylor's hand traced down the woman's head to her cheek, where tears were now streaming down her hooded cheeks. “She came to us with some nice and big natural tits, plenty to work with! Managed to get the Vitula-L injections to work very well without too much skin stretching.”

The cow formerly known as Lindsey has tits that could only be described as ‘hangers’, large full udders that sagged away from her chest with full weight. The hissing of the pumps constantly tightened and contracted the tubes as the intense suction continually ripped the milk from her body.

“We do need to help with the 'fuel' for lactation along when the milking is constant. That's why all the cows get a supplement and nutrient feed in their mouth along with anal plugs. The cycle is random for every cow but it's a large force feeding period and then all nicely sucked out a few hours later. Maybe we can make sure Lindsey gets hers a little early hmmmm?”

This time Penny did hear the noises from the woman over the din around her; a defeated sob of anguish that soon turned to a choking gurgle as the black hose connected to her rubber plug writhed and twitched to life, streaming thick gruel into her gaping wide mouth.

The cow spluttered and choked as the air-tight mouth seal held firm and the contents spewed forth into her mouth and then her throat. Out of sight, her stretched asshole gave no resistance as she was spit roasted and filled via her ass as well. Pleading eyes watered as she looked to Taylor for mercy and then to Penny, begging her to save her from the nightmarish existence.

The sight of Lindsey's despairing, desperate eyes as Taylor smugly set the force-feeding pumps in motion was heartbreaking. The faceless, hooded woman might have been a beautiful campaigning influencer once, but here in Cruciatu's milking shed she was helpless, terrified, gagging and choking as the elegant nurse allowed the thick slimy feed to be rammed down her throat.

Penny could see Lindsey's throat bulge with the pressure of the sludge driving down her defenceless gullet, see her nostrils flare in terror as her tightly plugged rectum was flooded to the limit, see her faded, defeated blue eyes rolling desperately to Nurse Taylor's glossy smirking lips in pathetic, hopeless hope for mercy... And, finding none, Lindsey's eyes simply closed, tears rolling out over the formless dark hood as she choked and gagged and swallowed. Stuffed and fed remorselessly by the powerful pumps, her cramping, aching belly swelled in size like a balloon.

Penny had to look away, her eyes drawn down to the monitor as Taylor began to play and tease, taunting her tits with the promise of relief.

The horrible gurgling sounds from the hucow continued as Taylor came back to Penny with the hissing tubes “We’ll let her have her dinner, we can check in with her later when it all gets quickly sucked out her ass! I’m sure these poor udders can’t wait too much longer before milking!”

Taylor knelt down in front of Penny, playfully dragged the hissing tubes across Pennys areolas, teasing and circling the fat nipples as the suction tugged at the skin. The soft suction was already dragging golden-white droplets from her distended, tortured nipples, allowing a thin stream of milk to vanish into the sterile tubing as Taylor played the steel cylinders over and around Penny's desperately swollen teats.

The playful passes only added to Penny's sensitivity, her desperation, and she was almost on the point of begging again, reaffirming her promise to accept any consequence if she could only be milked; until Taylor held the tube up to Penny so she could see inside.

The small metal cylinder was covered in many many spikes that made Penny gasp when she realised that she was seconds away from having them on her nipples. Taylor giggled “Oh, I didn't tell you? These are specially made for only our naughtiest cows, not even your neighbour here has them!”

Taylor continued to giggle as the tubes slipped over Penny’s nipples and drew them inside, engulfing them in a painful embrace.

\"Oh god\" Penny whimpered \"Oh god, no, wait, Nurse Taylor, please!! I don't- gmmmaaauughhh!!\"

It was barely a scream, at least by the standards of Cruciatu Prime, but it was nevertheless expressive. Taylor couldn't help a shiver of pleasure running down her spine as she drank in that guttural grunt, knowing that every shudder that ran through Penny's shoulders was caused by the pressure, the sensation of those thick elongated nipples being dragged roughly over the studded, spiked steel imprisoning them in the serrated maw of the milker.

Taylor adored the special tools. It was rare they were used, except for punishment. To have a patient condemned to be milked by them exclusively was a boon Taylor had never dreamed of, and she squeezed her thighs together as she crouched, grinning, to kiss Penny's whimpering mouth with a grotesque intimacy, teeth biting Penny's quivering lower lip as she drank in the pony-cow's despair.

\"They are special aren't they, cow?\" Taylor hissed happily. \"They tell me it feels like having your nipple trapped in a pincushion although-\" she ran a hand casually down her crisply starched uniform \"-that's hardly the sort of description I would verify myself. But the beautiful thing, cow, is the angle of those lovely steel spikes. I'm sure it hurts well enough as those obscene fat nipples are drawn in. Forced to burrow between the spikes, forced to twist and thrust and squirm into the studded depths. But oh... Oh my lovely special cow, just wait until your nipples try to retreat. Every delicate dimple, every ridge, every swelling imperfect bump... All catching and tugging and achingly as they try to pull back.\"

Taylor squatted back on her haunches, and grasped each steel tube before giving them a sharp tug. They only moved a fractions of an inch, but Penny shrieked in pure anguish at the wave of pain that burst from her breasts, her nipples stretched and straining, crushed and plucked and stabbed as the spikes caught her bloated brown teats in a terrible tug of war, leaving her howling and straining until her muscles began to cramp from the strain.

\"I know! I know\" Taylor purred \"They'll hurt to take off. They will, cow. But - this is the best bit, are you listening closely? - they will hurt now too!!\" Taylor laughed as she spoke, giggling like she was imparting a naughty secret to a friend at work, and as she whispered she set the milker in motion, allowing the pressure to increase.

Instantly tightening and tugging as Penny's nipples as the powerful vacuum pulled them deep, deep inside the studded tube... And allowing the tortured buds to scrape back against the spikes as the pressure suddenly ebbed again.

\"AAUUUUUGHHH!!!\" Penny wailed, horrified \"NNNNAAAUUUGHHHH!! NONONOOOOOOOO!!\"

And Taylor stepped back, admiring her sadistic handiwork as her nails drummed idly on the former-Lindsey's hooded head, treating her like no more than a coffee table.

The motion was so casual it cut through Penny's horror, her brain desperately trying to focus on anything but her abused nipples. Lindsey was still weeping, silent and still, her body jolting in the steel frame now and then, her disgustingly vast breasts swaying slowly as she shuddered with the growing pressure. But where Penny was sobbing with agony , Lindsey merely groaned and gagged. And submitted to what was being done to her. To being fed to bursting, machine-milked, utterly dehumanised. Simply taking it so Taylor could add to Penny's torture. Lindsey wept and choked and strained, struggling to breathe through the pain as her poor throat was forced to stretch around the invading torrent of tasteless slop.

The defeat, the acceptance was... Inhuman.

Nurse Taylor licked her lips in utter glee as Penny and Lindsey stared at each other. She just loved introducing prisoners to each other, especially when they would share a moment. This went double for Lindsey who never left the milking shed.

\"So nice of me to bring you a friend, isn't it dear? Someone else who can really appreciate and understand what your life is now, not like all those phonies you used to hang with.\"

Lindsey's eyes were already watering from the choking onslaught of the force feeding, but these words stung her like a whip and made her sob (which in her state sounded like a wet snort) and renewed the flows of tears streaming down her face, the salty misery mixing with droplets of gruel leaking out her nose and tightly packed mouth.

The LCD screen currently being used to highlight Penny's situation had been previously situated in front of Lindsey prior and was showing her a specially curated 24/7 media feed. In the dimly lit animal hell, the light burned her eyes day and night displaying the former models Instagram feed; including some of her own happiest posts in addition to her rallying cries against the milk industry which led her to this perpetual hell.

The colourful, fun and racy pictures showed many of her closet circle partying, having fun, enjoying life with their perfect lives and bodies.

Every now and then the feed would change and show various Cruciatu clips of Lindsey; her capture and processing where her new masters and mistress explained her new life, the agony of the injections and how they locked her in a cage until her breasts were spilling out from between the bars and she screamed for them to make her a cow. The first time she was milked. It would sometimes show a live feed of herself, sometimes from a side angle showing her distended belly or straining and dirty backside.

She had not given up. But the screen made her cry and despair everyday as it was the only thing she ever saw, trapped down here forever.

Penny couldn't look away from those red raw eyes, until Taylor adjusted the settings of the milking. It would now automatically alternate between 'LOW' (the first setting Taylor has set it to) and 'MEDIUM' suction.

Penny screeched and squealed and tried to shake the tubes off as the pressure got even worse, only succeeding in dragging the claws of the inner tube further into the flesh. Taylor was scraping her nails down Penny's straining back now, gently scratching and prodding at her straining and gyrating spine before reaching her ass crack and finding the spiky nest of the anus studs gleaming in the dim light.

Taylor was unashamedly proud of this work, some of her best. But it was not her prime concern at the moment. Continuing her journey behind the helpless new heifer, Taylor squatted down to see Penny's prominent clit poking out and downward. Making sure the TV feed had switched to a backside view, Taylor thematically brought something up into view from below Penny: another tube. This was all made of clear plastic, no stainless steel; however it contained the same kind of spikes that the ones applied to the nipples had.

An instant juddering spasm, followed by struggling from Penny a split second after she comprehended the purpose of the third tube.

\"Now, now dear. We need to continue your treatment, especially while you're nice and immobile for us. We need this clitty to be nice and big to match your stretched lips!! Don't you want a nice, big pleasure bud - all ripe for us to play with and torture\"

The tube clicked against the end of Penny clit ring as it began to get sucked into the waiting hole of anguish.

\"HNAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!!!\" Penny shrieked, an inhuman howl of horrified pain as the tube enveloped her sensitive swollen clit, sucking it deep into the studded nest of spikes with a hungry sickening rattle of the vacuum pumps.

Once again Penny's exhausted nerves were thrown into overdrive, struggling to process the flood of warnings crashing through her synapses as her body frantically signalled danger and pain. Her bloated, overfilled tits were starting to yield now, the letdown of backed up milk beginning a slow, sickeningly welcome rush through straining ducts as the constant tugging of the vacuum stretched her teats deeper and deeper into the depths of the spiked steel cylinders.

The pain of her fat brown nipples grinding back against the spikes every time the pressure relaxed had bile bubbling in Penny's throat, made any attempt at regular breathing impossible... But at least it came with a glimmer of relief for her aching, throbbing udders.

The pain in her tortured clit, though, had no hint of an upside. The cruel clear tube that had captured her clit had no purpose at all but to torture. To pull and stretch her clit, to strain her body, to bloat her bud and draw it deep among the scraping, stabbing, sadistic spikes, skewering her defenceless pleasure centre as the vacuum rose to its peak, and scratching as the pressure fell and Penny's desperately throbbing clit was allowed to sink back, to retreat towards the safety of the pipe's mouth, the protective cover of her hood... And then be dragged remorselessly forward to face yet more pain.

The pain was so much Penny could barely even breathe, there was no chance to beg Nurse Taylor for mercy. The Nurse's delight as she drummed her fingers on her heifer's spine so grotesque that for the first time ever Lindsey was grateful to have nothing worse than her current plight to worry about, and Penny was left sobbing, praying she wouldn't go completely insane from the conflicting sensations of agony.

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