Jim Rescues a Woman: Book One
Copyright© 2026 by Kim Chee
Chapter 6
She touched Denise’s legs, causing her to squirm and plead.
Mecole: Get me a cup.
Soh: Oh fuck this! No don’t.
One of the younger guys ran into the kitchen and brought out a glass.
Mohan looked like he was about to be sick.
Eric: Eh eh eh don’t don’t please don’t.
Mecole went to lift up more of Denise’s dress and she tapped her tummy.
Mecole: See. Look.
I could see a slight bulge on Denise’s tummy.
Mecole: See the milk is here.
She rubbed and shook her tummy a little and I swore I could fucking hear the slosh of liquid. Mecole pressed down gently on Denise’s tummy and she screamed, begging for her to stop.
Mecole smiled and she went to reach for the tap.
Jim: No no no please. Don’t.
Mecole laughed, seeing how all of us were squirming.
She turned the tap.
I felt as if the air in my lungs was sucked out of my body as I heard a slight hiss before a massive squirt of milk came out into the large glass.
SQUISHHHPLSSSSSSSSZZZZZZZZZ.
Denise: ernghh!!! erngh!!!A HHH.
The squirt was immediately followed by an uneven current of milk that was being forced out of Denise’s rectum.
Mohan: Oh blurpppbop.
Mohan was the first to go as he pushed past everyone and ran out of the house.
Sqiuzaaazzzzzhhh!!!!!!!!! Pussslusszzz.
The sound. It’s impossible to describe as the 2nd large squirt of milk came out from the tap as Denise sobbed and cried. The humiliation she was being subjected to cannot be described.
The 2 younger men retched and one of them ran out of the house behind Mohan while the other ran to the bathroom. Soh, with his eyes wide and hands trembling, took out his cigarettes and brought one up to his lips.
Soh: I ... I ... I need to smoke.
Mecole turned the tap shut with the glass three quarters full. As she brought it up against the light, I don’t know if it was my eyes playing tricks on me but the milk seemed to be a little less white, if you get what I mean.
Eric: I erm ... I ... blurrppperhghghg...!!
Eric vomited a little onto the living room floor before dashing out of the house as well.
My heart was beating really fast. My palms were sweating.
Mecole brought the glass over to Denise.
Mecole: This is what Herman and you fed me right?
Denise sobbed and squeezed her eyes shut.
Denise: Please please stop please.
Mecole smiled.
Mecole: Stop? I’m only just getting started.
Mecole’s phone rang and she checked the caller before answering, balancing the glass of milk as she did.
Mecole: What?
That was all she said before hanging up without a word.
Mecole: Well, Herman says it’s over between you and him and for me to let you go. Can you believe this? A phone call?
Mecole went over and started to massage Denise’s tummy, pressing onto her lower abdomen.
Denise: ernghhh!!! ... ernghh!! ... stop!!! ... ernggg.
Mecole: Don’t worry. He won’t want you any more once I make sure you’re not as tight as you now are. Let’s loosen things up a bit.
She asked the guy who was holding the syringe earlier to remove the camera from the tripod and come in for a closer view.
Mecole turned to me and snapped her fingers gesturing for me to go over.
Jim: What? Me?
Mecole: Yes you. What’s your name again? Jim ... Yes ... Jim ... Feed her the milk.
Jim: What?!! err ... no I’m with Soh.
Mecole: I know you are with Soh and Soh works for me right now. Come over here!
Denise looked at me, shaking her head weakly.
Denise: No please don’t no.
Jim: I can’t ... I ... no ... no ... I’m not touching that.
Mecole: Why? Is this too much for you to handle? You weak pussy.
My attraction to Mecole fell off a cliff seeing how she behaved. She was mad. Despite her beauty and gorgeous figure, Mecole was suddenly not as appealing to me as before. The drastic change happened very fast. That delirious look of irrational anger.
Seeing Mecole standing beside Denise, I realised how small Denise had become. Just a few hours ago she was still acting all high and mighty.
Denise: Please no it was not my idea. I didn’t know!! I didn’t know Herman gave it to you please no.
Mecole: And you indulged him. You let him do it.
Denise: I didn’t know!! He said he wanted it for himself please. Stop ... no ... no ... no!!
She snapped at me impatiently as she gestured for the camera from her man.
She passed the glass of milk over to him and he grabbed Denise by her cheeks.
Denise: ernghhgruuuu ... no!!! no!!.grugrgh ... no!!!
Without warning, he started to pour.
He poured the milk from the glass into Denise’s mouth, causing her to gag. The milk splashed and went all over the place as Mecole held onto the camera.
Mecole: Look here you bitch. Look here, yes nice.
Mecole thrust the camera into Denise’s face, smiling silently as the gagging went on. Milk erupted and flowed all over. The milk continued to flow, cascading down Denise’s chin and neck, soaking through her tight dress and onto the chair below.
When that glass was gone, the guy turned the tap once more, filling the glass with a warm fresh supply of milk from Denise’s rectum. As the tap was turned, Denise’s stomach was pressed and massaged in the manner in which you would massage the udders of a cow.
That hissing squeeze of vaporised milk squirted out from the tap first, hitting the clear glass before a steady stream started flowing. There was a hollowness to the sound as the milk hit the bottom of the glass before the noise changed to deeper. The guy was holding the glass far from the tap nozzle, and as the milk fell a good 20cm to reach the glass, it frothed up a little.
It filled up fast and the tap was turned off again with Denise crying and sobbing. It was utter humiliation. I could not believe I was seeing this.
Denise sobbed and choked, gagging and screaming as the milk was forced down her throat. She retched but more was forced into her mouth.
I felt really sorry for her but I didn’t know what to do. The milk was everywhere. She begged for Mecole to stop.
Denise: It was all Herman’s idea please. I’m ... I’m just doing as he says.
I fumbled and reached for my phone and called Soh.
Jim: Soh how to settle this? They’re going to kill her at this rate.
Soh: Don’t worry. I’m on it. Herman’s guys are on their way over. Don’t let Mecole kill her.
After that glass was forced down into Denise’s throat, Mecole stood over the mess on the floor and began tugging at the tap with its attached dildo. The tug and pull motion fucked the dildo into Denise’s anus.
Milk forced its way out, squirting and dripping like a faulty fountain.
Denise: ernghhh ... egnnh ... ernghhh!! ... ahhh ... Stop please.
Mecole laughed and suddenly pulled the entire contraption out.
The tap with the plug came out with a sick pop, revealing an abused and sore anus, yet the squirting did not stop. There was a brief moment of relief before the milk came squirting out again. The milk kept coming. In random squirts as Denise cried and sobbed.
She would suck in a deep breathe to continue crying, the resulting pressure forced more of the milk out from her body and onto the floor in front of her. It was horrible. A real horrible thing to do to a girl. The man pressed and shook Denise’s tummy as more of the milk was forced out and onto the chair she was sitting on.
Denise wanted to stop. She wanted everything to stop but she couldn’t. She tried to hold it in but as the man pressed and squeezed her tummy and abdomen, more came out.
Mecole: How’s that? Nice? I’m going to make sure your fucking hole is so loose that you’ll need to wear a diaper for the rest of your life. You hear me!! You hear me?
Mecole took out a large dildo as she stepped onto the wet puddle of milk that had now started to spread all over the living room floor. She pushed it hard against Denise’s helpless anus, screams filled the room as she shoved it hard and rough into Denise.
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