Chapter 18

When Rachel returned from her track meet, she was furious at the condition of her slave. She stormed at her mother about how Carol was her slave and that she didn't want her marked like she was now. This defiance to her mother lasted as long as it took for Megan and Beth to strap Rachel down and give her a sound trashing with a cat-o-nine tail whip. Carol could hear Rachel's screams from the barn. Rachel learned that while she was Carol's mistress, Megan was still Rachel's mistress and thus had power over both. It was explained to Rachel that selling Carol was needed to support Rachel's education and athletic training. It was a completely subdued Rachel, sporting bold red strips all over her body that went out to take Carol for her morning training.

Rachel sat down in a stool and directed her slave's head into her bald slit. As Carol's skillful tongue began to tantalize Rachel's pussy, Rachel began to outline the new ground rules as Megan had recently explained them to her at the end of a whip. "From now on, you will be loaned out to other mistresses as my mother feels is needed to supplement our income. You are extremely desired now that you are fully trained and are my milker. I didn't wish to share you, but mother explained that we need the money to finance my education and training. So, you will do this for me and I will love you more because you endure their punishments to help me. Promise you will be good and not make any fuss when we lend you out."

Carol had been listening while she licked and now raised her head and looked fully into the eyes of Rachel. She had become so dependent on her for her care and what loving she received. She looked at the marks decorating her athletic build and didn't want her to get in any more trouble with Megan. She nodded her head and said, "I will do as you wish. You are my mistress and now my body belongs to you to do as you wish. I love you and will go where you send me. Just promise you will take me back whatever the condition I am in and nurse me."

Rachel smiled down at her slave and gently pulled her back to bringing her to her morning orgasm. Carol's routine went back to normal and she soon forgot about being loaned out.

About two weeks later, when Carol was again away at a track meet, a paneled truck pulled into the farm. A medium build women about thirty years old opened the side of the truck. Megan and the mystery women talked for about five minutes and an envelope was passed to Megan. Beth came and took her over to the truck. She removed Carol's harness that kept her on her hands and knees and took out the butt plug. The women then directed her to get into the truck. Carol looked frightfully at Megan who nodded towards the truck. Seeing no way out and remembering her promise to Rachel, Carol willingly got into the truck. The women then secured her to a mattress that was on the floor and soon the truck was bouncing down the road.

The journey took some time and she fell asleep. She awoke when the truck's engine stopped. The women released her from the mattress and gave her a raincoat to put on. They were in some kind of garage basement and then went to a bank of elevators. I must have been a big building because it had thirty floors. They didn't stop on any other floors on the way to their destination. When they got to their floor, it seemed to be empty. She was lead to an office that had Dr. Gail Black, OB/GYN on the door. She was taken into an examination room and told to strip and get up on the table. It was a standard examination table with stirrups. Once in position, the women began to secure her to the table. Strong restraints bound her arms, legs, torso and head giving her no latitude to move. The women took the adjustable stirrups and spread her legs to nearly 180 degrees. Her pussy and ass now hung over the table totally exposed.

Satisfied with her work, the women then began to undress. She was quite pretty and had a strong build. As she exposed portions of her body it became obvious that she had been treated harshly by whoever owned her. Carol assumed that she must be someone's slave. She had rings in her nipples, and clit. What was most scary, was the scars that could be seen on her back, ass, tits and thighs. Some of the scars were inches long and must have been terribly painful until they healed.

Carol tested her bindings and now came to realize she in the hands of a sadistic mistress and had no way out. The other slave now began to assemble some tools and set them up between her legs. The women looked up at Carol and smiled devilishly. "I have been told to remove all you pussy and ass hair for good. It will hurt and you will never again grow back hair. Your mistress has gotten tired of shaving you and has asked my mistress to have certain modification done to you while you are our guest. This is but the first and least painful."

Now Carol knew why her mistresses had allowed her pussy hair to grow in the last week. It gave this slave something to work on. This began a one-hour torture where electrolysis was performed to Carol's suffering whimpers. Once complete, her armpits were also attacked and soon she was hairless there as well.

The slave then made a phone call and used a wash cloth to clean up Carol. She took great care to arrange Carol to present a desirable picture. Carol soon heard someone approach the room and saw the other slave kneel and face the door. When the door opened, the slave bowed her head to the floor and stayed there. The obvious mistress stood at the door and surveyed the room. She was about six feet tall, had a beautiful figure and all in all presented a striking example of power.

She gazed at the bound teen and appraised her as if Carol was a piece of meat. Carol shivered under her stare. Finally satisfied with the display, she strode to a closet and said, "Assist me to dress." Her slave jumped to her feet and helped her mistress remove her street cloths and done a merry widow outfit that accentuated her full bust and long legs. The slave pulled her hair back and braided it into a ponytail. Once she was dressed in her sexy outfit, the mistress returned to the examination table.

"My name is Mistress Gail. This is my slave Kitten. You are mine to use, as I desire. I paid a large sum of money to experiment with you and now that I see you in person I don't think I will be disappointed. I see that Kitten has already taken care of your hair. Your pussy is nice and red. I have wanted to play with a lactating slave for years and now I have my chance. I will conduct a few experiments on your tits and see just how you react. My little Kitten will be in charge of monitoring you while I rest. We have all weekend here and I may give the staff off on Monday as well. By the time I am finished we will have determined you exact capacity and milk regeneration rate. This is not going to be sexual in any way. I am a scientist and also a sadist. Whatever sexual pleasure you may receive while you are here will be because you are a pain freak and maybe what Kitten wants to do to you. Let's begin."

"Even though we are the only ones here, we can't have you making too much noise, so we will but a gag on you." A large ball gag was soon holding her mouth wide open but no sounds but moans could get past it.

"First we must see what is your present milk production quantity. To do this and be sure that we get all your milk we will need a better method of removing your milk then through your nipples. I will insert a catheter into your main milk duct and this will allow rapid discharge of your milk. I will also be able to work the catheter deep into your milk glands to get all your milk. Now let's insert those catheters into these magnificent tits. While Mistress Gail busied herself preparing her tools, Kitten stood between Carol's legs and began to play with Carol's pussy lips and clit. She started twisting her clit stud. Her actions distracted Carol from Mistress Gail only until Gail returned with a scalpel in hand. She took one of her nipples in hand and told Kitten to pull up on the embedded ring. She cleaned the area with disinfectant.

She stabbed the scalpel deep just below the nipple and areola junction. Blood and milk began to ooze out of the wound. Taking a swab, she cleaned the incision and found the main milk duct. She took a special catheter tube and inserted it deep into the duct. This tube had small holes along the length that would allow for the entry of fluid as well as an opening on the end. Carol's screams would have been piercing if they were allowed to be heard. She had broken out into a sweat and even Kitten's fingers pumping her pussy could not distract the pain. Once the tube was fully inserted, Mistress Gail used stitches to secure it in place and closed the wound.

Satisfied with one tit, Mistress Gail repeated the procedure on the other. When complete, two catheter tubes stuck out of Carol's areolas. Milk already was filling the tubes up to the clamped off end. Kitten's playful fucking now began to trigger Carol's typical reaction. "Not so fast Kitten, we don't want our little lab rat to enjoy this too much. If you make her come before I command, you will be punished." Kitten slowed her touching to keep Carol on edge but not over the top.

"Now we will see how much you presently hold. Kitten, help me with the table." Mistress Gail and Kitten adjusted some controls and Carol's table flipped so she now facing the floor. Her massive tits hanging down like the udders they were. Kitten attached a capture bag to each catheter and opened the valve. Milk began to flow into the bag. Gravity was working well and soon each bag was half full.

"Hum, about a liter each. Now let's see if we can get the last drops out. Kitten use the clamps please." Kitten got a series of plumbers ring clamps used to tighten pipes. She opened them and started attaching them to Carol's tits. Beginning at the base where her tits meet her chest, she turned the screw that tightened the clamp. Carol's tits soon turned red from the pressure. The pressure caused more milk to be squeezed from Carol's abused boobs.

"Add the rest of the clamps but don't tighten them until I tell you to. I want her to feel the total effect of having her tits squeezed empty." Kitten worked diligently and soon Carol had five one inch wide clamps circling each tit. At a signal from her mistress, she began tightening each clamp working from the chest out to the nipple. More milk filled the capture bag and Carol squirmed and cried from the pressure on her inflated tits. When Kitten had finished tightening each clamp to the maximum, Mistress Gail checked the total milk in each bag. "Much better, let's take a break and enjoy this delicious milk. Bring the cookies Kitten."

Each women clamped off the catheter and took a milk bag to a nearby table. Kitten retrieved some cookies from a cupboard. They sat together and chatted, drinking the still warm tit milk and dunking cookies. Carol still hung upside down looking at the floor and her abused, clamped tits. She wished she never had big tits and wondered how much more of this she could take.

Fifteen minutes later, Gail and Kitten had finished their snack, put the remaining milk in a refrigerator and came back to their experiment. "Now we must see the total capacity of these tits. We will use the catheters in reverse. Turn the table back over and take off the clamps on her right tit." Carol was flipped back over and Kitten started taking off the clamps. As the blood started flowing back into Carol's tit, the moans and groans grew louder. The marks left on Carol's tit where the clamps had bite into her skin left a decorative pattern.

"We will us a special mixture of saline and a mild irritant to test your tit capacity. We will deliver the fluid into one tit at a time. This should be interesting." Kitten brought over an IV stand from which she hung a massive bag filled with a bluish fluid.

"I put a blue dye into the fluid so we can see how the fluid fills you up."

Kitten connected the catheter from her right tit to the hanging bag and looked at her mistress for permission to start the flow. With a nod from Gail the fluid began to flow. Carol's tits were firm because of her youth and physical activity so they didn't sag much when she lay on her back. Now her tit began to fill and it seemed to swell bigger and bigger, especially compared to her tightly clamped left tit. When gravity finished its work, Carol had taken in over half the bag's contents. Her right tit felt like when she had missed many hours of nursing. Mistress Gail was not finished yet.

"I think we can get more in there. I like how her tit is taking on a bluish tinge." She went over to the bag and began to squeeze it, forcing more of the fluid down the catheter. Carol squirmed in agony as her tit bloated out to outrageous proportions. The pressure began to cause the bluish liquid to squirt out her nipple in a high arch. "Oh look at that. We have a leak. Kitten, clamp that nipple shut. Kitten quickly got a large surgical clamp and squeezed it closed over Carol's distended nipple. The flow stopped but Carol bucked in pain. Mistress Gail clamped off the catheter so none of the fluid would flow back up and began to feel Carol's massive right tit.

"That must be uncomfortable having all that itchy fluid in your tit. But it makes it look so attractive. So prominent. I bet your mistress would love to see this. She might want you this large always. Maybe some implant or we could just leave the catheters in your tits and let her fill you up when she wants to. Let's get some pictures of this Kitten, one clamped tit and one gusher."

Carol was moaning in constant pain now. The occasional caresses by Kitten went unnoticed. The pain was too powerful. It felt as if her tit was about to explode. It had taken on a distinct bluish color. What added to the pain was the constant itching the irritant in the fluid caused. It was like a thousand ants were inside her tit eating it alive.