Corporate Type Chapter 33
The older woman spoke first, "We came down to see if we might be entertained by
your new prisoner, she has such a luscious full body." "I like the way her
breasts are so big and lips thick when she gets excited."
The store owner smiled and while still playing with your pussy lips said, "Of
course, I was just getting ready to empty her bladder and then watch her orgasm
again because I know that she hates to me made to do that while I watch!" "Why
don't you take her to the bathroom and empty her yourself and then we can make
her perform for us?"
The older woman grinned and stepped up taking you by one of your breasts and
squeezing, "Come along dearie, I want to play with you some more!"
Your breast was pulled as if she thought it a leash and you followed out of
necessity. The woman's finger nails pinched your tender full flesh and made you
winch. You padded behind her on bare feet toward the bathroom and the pulled you
inside. You looked around and remembered the last time you had been in here. It
made you feel like a used piece of flesh to have to be treated like this.
The woman walked you over to the commode and told you to straddle it still
standing. She had you put your hands behind your neck and clasp them while she
untaped the tube and then uncapped it. You heard the sound of the flow as it hit
the water in the commode and a rush came over your body as your bladder began to
change size.
The woman must have held the tube with one hand because you felt a hand squeeze
your breast like a balloon, testing its pressure. The hand moved and soon your
felt her fingers and thumb begin twisting your nipple which had betrayed you and
stood out at attention.
"Tell me dearie," the old woman said, "Have you ever had children?"
You choked your reply, while the woman's fingers made your nipple longer still.
"No, why?"
"Well, these breasts do have potential for nursing, and I have an infant care
business and could sure use you for milking those babies!" She stated. "If you
could lactate then you'd have many more privileges than here!"
You started to speak but held your words thinking before saying anything. "Maam,
I was wondering about that myself, everyone seems to feel that I would be a
better milker than a laborer and I wonder why I am being given a choice, at all
in the matter."
"Well," she said as she wrapped up the tubing and stepped back, "there is sort
of a commitment." "Stand on the seat with your hands in the same position."
You stood up on that thin curved wood and looked down at the woman, whose face
was now right at the level of your pussy. You saw her hands come forward and
separate your pussy lips and then felt her fingers begin to play with you. It
was awful to be so fully exposed and have to allow this old biddy such access to
your private area. She inspected you by opening and moving your flesh as she
would be a book.
You felt her ginger graze the tip of your clit and then she looked up at you and
said, "I want to make this clit longer while we talk." "Touch it and masturbate
for me until you orgasm!"
You felt a blush creep all over your breasts and face as those words sunk in.
Still you hands moved almost automatically to your lips and separated them
before you put a finger on your clit.
Then the woman began to ramble on about her business, explaining it was so that
a mother can drop her children, ages two weeks to ten years and have them
completely taken care of. "I have fifteen milkmaids and you sure would make a
nice addition to the place," she spoke. "You would be kept in extremely good
surroundings and be fed more than adequately." "Your only job is nursing,
someone else changes diapers." "Imagine only having to nurse all day long." "How
easy could that be?"
Your fingers soon made your clit large and a tingle came over you and before you
realized it a wave of orgasm made you tremble. It was so sudden that you hadn't
time to brace yourself and you almost fell off the seat.
The woman said, "Now place your hands back where they were." Then she stepped
over to the sink opening a cabinet above it and took out toothpaste and a brush.
She put a wad of paste on the brush and then said, "I am going to make you nice
and tasty for my husband, hold still!"
While one hand held open your lips the other used the brush to rub on your pussy
lips and then work it inside! At first it felt unusual and then it began to
burn! Your eyes glazed over as the humiliation of this got the best of you. But
you didn't move at all! Instead you moaned aloud as the burning grew worse.
The woman scrubbed harder and concentrated on our clit! This action made you
turn those moans into actual groans and you finally begged, "Please that hurts
me so bad, I beg you don't do it!"
The woman stopped scrubbing and said, well I suppose there is another place that
I could take care of, then she reached for the tube of paste again and smeared
more paste on the brush. She took this and spread it on your pussy inside and
out before she said. "Bend over and hang those breasts downward.
You bent forward and allowed your upper body to dangle out trying not to fall
off that narrow seat.
The woman took the brush and began scrubbing your areola. It wasn't pleasant but
didn't hurt the same as on your pussy. She continued talking to you.
However you were not hearing every word because you began to think, why am I
still standing here, she is weak and I am strong. Why don't I escape now?
You looked around the bathroom and planned how to tie up the woman after
subduing her. There was a shower sash but other than that there was little to
bind her with.
The woman eventually put the brush to your tender nipple and it betrayed you
coming to a full erection. She put more paste on it and scrubbed. Her movement
on your hanging breast made the whole thing shake and before long you felt the
unwanted heat build inside your pussy again. Your eyes watched the brush turn
that pink nipple to an angry red.
When the woman switched to your other breast she said, "Your breasts would feel
twice this heavy if they were full of milk, and your nipples would be extremely
sensitive, wouldn't you like that?"
You didn't answer her instead you pushed her away and knocked her on the floor
as you jumped down. She fell and you stepped over her, holding her down for a
second, then you turned and jumped up. When she screamed, you ran for the door
of the bathroom and hurried on bare feet down the hall. Your breasts flopped
around but that didn't stop you and you turned the corner flying past the man
and his daughter without stopping.
The woman exclaimed, "Hey where the hell are you going?"
You headed for the steps and skipped two hitting the third on the run.
The man's voice was heard saying, "My wife, I will check on her."
You were at the top of the steps and opened the door, peaking around into the
kitchen. No one was in sight and you stepped out of the little hallway. The door
had a latch on the outside which you slide into place and walked carefully
around the kitchen looking for other people. Still seeing no one, you went to
the doorway and peered into the store. All the chairs were up on tables and the
place was empty.
Within seconds you heard banging from the kitchen as they tried to open the
stairway door. You looked around for something to push in front of the doorway
and spotted two large full trash cans. When you had gotten them into place, you
realized their banging might alert someone so you looked for a way to stop them.
Your eyes went right to the fryer, ah ha you thought, I could pour grease on the
floor and it would seep under the doorway making them have to move!
You also noticed a large rubber apron and put it on to protect your skin. There
was a stainless steel cart you placed two large square pans on and finding a
ladle you filled each halfway with grease. It was still quite hot and you were
very careful. After getting the grease into the pans you rolled the cart to the
doorway and used the same ladle to splash grease under the doorway. Their
screams brought a simple smile to your face. After putting all the grease under
the door you went off looking for something to change into. Under the counter
you found a white blouse, but nothing else to wear. You put the apron on again
and tied it behind you.
All at once you remembered that you had a stupid catheter inside your bladder,
that the tubing was taped to your thigh and under the apron it jabbed into your
leg! Then you felt the heat and burning of the toothpaste on your pussy lips and
nipples once more. Your tummy was tightening again and you lowered yourself in a
squatting position with legs spread you lifted the apron and figured out how to
let air escape from the tube, and pulled it out slowly. That feeling was mixed,
both a blessing to have it removed and then sharp pain inside from it dragging
out of you.
You flung it away and felt like you had to pee so you went into the bathroom.
When the door closed behind you, memories haunted you of the woman and her
treatment of you. You sat and let the fluid run out of your burning twat as you
planned your escape.
After emptying yourself you went back out and found food, packing it into a
small bag and got a bottle of water too. You sat down behind the counter and
waited.
When dusk came and went the night outside was dark enough even in the street
lights to make it safe for your escape. You observed no one outside and looked
carefully as you opened the door out front, then realized there must be a back
way which would be even better! You turned and went back into the kitchen and
found another door marked exit. Slowly you pushed it open and found an alley
with trash receptacles. Walking carefully on bare feet you stepped along until
you came to the edge of the building. No one was walking in the street and you
stood tall and walked out along the sidewalk trying not to look like you were in
a hurry. You came to a cross walk and still no one was on the street. You
crossed the pavement and continued along the sidewalk praying that you would
encounter only people who didn't know your situation.
