This is the fourth part of the story "Indentured." The usual caveat applies - read it in order. Thanks so much to everyone for all the positive feedback so far. Thoughts and comments appreciated. If suggestions make sense and I like them, I'll try to incorporate them into the story.
Elements of this chapter are similar to Begger's High School Tease. If you haven't read it, go do so.
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I woke up with Miranda spooning with me, a nice feeling. Keeping quiet, I turned to look at her. She looked so peaceful and innocent while she slept – not at all the way she was when she was awake.
When she finally woke up, she motioned that I was to kneel on the floor and wait for her, while she cleaned up in the bathroom. She was in there for quite a while, and in the meantime I knelt on the floor mulling over the previous night, which had been both exhilarating and humiliating. I couldn’t get Zooey out of my head, either.
Finally Miranda came out.
“Now Todd, our time together has just about come to an end. We’ll see more of each other, of course, but not so frequently. Believe me, I’ve really enjoyed this, I hope you look forward to our next meeting as much as I do. But right now it’s time for me to give you to one of the other girls. Of course I’ll see you around the house, but we’ll have to wait ‘til next week to spend some quality time together.”
I was still wearing the harness from the previous day – a harness I would wear almost all the time now. Miranda tossed a leash to me, motioning for me to clip it to my collar.
I stared at the leash in my hand. I’d pretty much had enough of this – I’d gone along with their games but at some point you realize you need to stand up for yourself.
I’m not putting this on, I said. This is just so ridiculous. How can you be so interested in humiliating me? It’s pretty much all you do.
Miranda closed the gap between us in a split second, slapping me so hard I fell over. I lay there shocked by her violence while she stood over me. When she crouched down, her voice was deadly serious.
“You will never disobey an order, Todd. You will never talk back to us.” She squeezed my thigh where the government had implanted the chip. It was still tender and I winced. “Never, ever forget that, with a single phone call, we can deliver a shock strong enough to kill you. Not to mention all the other things we can do to you.”
“This isn’t some game, Todd. We’re not just having a bit of fun with you. This is a lifestyle you had better accept.”
“And let’s be honest. We don’t ask much of you. You get to lay around all day with beautiful women, and so what if we don’t let you cum? I’m sure there are plenty of prisoners who would willingly trade places with you right now. Can you imagine if you were bought by a mining company? Or a chemical engineering firm? Not to mention what things would be like for you in a more undeveloped country. So shut up and take it like a man, not like the little boy you’re proving yourself to be.”
I swallowed guiltily. There were tears in my eyes. Not from the physical pain of the slap, but because I was so consumed with self-pity – self-pity I couldn’t release because, after all, she was right. I did have things pretty good, for the most part. I felt humiliated by the dressing-down I had just received, and ashamed to be lying there naked, with a ridiculous hard-on, complaining like a petulant schoolchild.
I still had the leash in my hand, and I slowly reached up and clipped it to the collar, carefully feeling my cheek. It still burned – though I didn’t know whether it was from embarrassment or the slap.
I slowly got back into a kneeling position.
I’m sorry, Miranda. I was wrong.
“That’s not good enough, Todd. Convince me you understand. Convince me you’re sorry.”
It’s an honor to be owned by you. It’s such a privilege, thank you so much, I said. I leaned down and kissed her feet.
I’m so sorry.
“I suppose that’ll have to do,” she muttered. She snatched the end of the leash out of my hand and jerked me out of the room.
I crawled desperately down the hall. She was moving much too fast for me to keep up with crawling, and the walk was much longer than I expected. Soon I had rugburn all over my lower legs and palms.
Finally we reached a large open room with a holovision, sofas, chairs, a coffee table, and so on. A few of the girls from the previous night were lying around watching holovision or eating breakfast.
“Todd has misbehaved,” Miranda announced summarily. “He disobeyed a direct order, and he spoke back to me. We’re going to have to punish him for that. What do you ladies think is appropriate?”
I very busty girl with black hair spoke up. “He hasn’t been milked yet. Why don’t we introduce him to that?”
“I agree with Kim,” another girl said. “it’s been so long since I’ve seen a good milking, and it’s Kim’s turn with him today anyway.”
“Sounds good to me,” Miranda said. “Kim, why don’t you do the honors?”
“With pleasure!” Kim stood up and walked over. I couldn’t take my eyes off her cleavage, jiggling in a flimsy halter top. She dragged me by the leash to the front of the room, where they had a thick metal eyehook drilled into the floor. She ran the leash through this, giving me no slack. My head was forced down, my cheek resting against the rug. My ass stuck up in the air.
“Look! He’s already in the right position,” Kim said, “Pania, can you go grab a cup? And the milker?”
One of the other girls disappeared. There were three other girls in the room besides Kim – Miranda and two girls I hadn’t been introduced to. While Pania was getting whatever it was she was asked to, Kim began to fondle my ass while the audience made lewd remarks.
Finally Pania returned. She had a drinking glass and some sort of curved device. It didn’t look all that sophisticated. Kim placed the cup underneath me, between my legs, then examined the other device. She spit on it and, without any warning, slid it into my ass. It wasn’t that big, but it still hurt a bit because there wasn’t enough lubrication. I had an upside-down view of her adjusting the device a little. Then I gasped.
It was pressing directly on my prostate. Another arm of the device pressed right into my perineum. It really felt good. All the girls were laughing at my reaction, and then Kim flipped a switch that turned on some vibrator attached to the device. I couldn’t believe how intense the feeling was. My breath caught in my chest for a second – to scattered applause.
“Ok, ladies, how much should we go for?” Kim asked. “I was thinking half a cup.”
“That’s way too much, a quarter cup should be enough for him to get the idea.”
“No way, he needs to be punished. At least ¾ of a cup.”
“Are you nuts? That’ll take forever. What about 1/3 of a cup? Nice and reasonable and he’ll learn not to disobey.”
“I think that’s a pretty good volume.”
I could tell Miranda disagreed but she remained quiet.
Meanwhile, semen had started to leak from the tip of my dick, which was pressing into my stomach. Kim pulled on some latex gloves with a flourish and a snap – I guess Pania got those as well. Then she pulled my penis away from my body so that it stuck straight down – a bit uncomfortable considering how hard it was.
She had one hand holding it in position – it would have sprung forward otherwise. With the other hand, she drew a finger down the underside of the shaft, pressing pretty hard on the outside of the urethra. A few drops of clear fluid dripped into the cup.
Kim repeated this over and over, while the milker buzzed incessantly in my ass, relentlessly stimulating my prostate.
Now I understood why the procedure was called ‘milking.’ I felt like a farmyard animal in this position, and my personal interaction with Kim was non-existent. In fact, she was talking to Pania, who had pulled an Ottoman over to sit down next to her.
The milking felt vaguely good – arousing but not satisfying, until my balls began to ache, a fact that was driven home whenever Kim massaged them a little. After some time, she let one of the other girls take over. Now my balls were really beginning to ache. The new girl was calm and efficient. I had my eyes screwed closed trying to imagine the throbbing ache away. Then the sensations stopped and I could see the cup, which was nearly to the 1/3 line, maybe 10 minutes of milking away. The girl stood up, saying she’d had enough and it was Miranda’s turn.
She still looked really mad, even though I was already being punished for that morning. She started with the same technique Kim did, squeezing the outside of the urethra every few seconds. Then she let go of my dick – it slapped my stomach – and went to work on my balls. She was actually pretty gentle, but in their state they hurt quite a bit. I was soon squirming in pain.
To make matters worse, my dick was pressing into my stomach, meaning that the precum which dripped out wasn’t even going in the cup. Instead it dripped down my chest.
I quickly figured out Miranda’s motive. She wanted to prolong this as much as she could. Half the time she wasn’t pointing my dick in the cup. Other times, she’d pull it way back and let it slap into my stomach, sending droplets of precum everywhere.
Finally, after what felt like hours, my precum reached the line. They unhooked the leash and I rolled over. I closed my eyes while all the girls clapped and cheered, as though I’d fallen down after finishing a marathon, which is exactly how I felt. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes – they were drawn to the milking cup, which I hadn’t been able get a good look at. It was full to the line, but the rug in a wide radius around the cup was literally soaked with precum. It was almost certainly Miranda’s doing.
“Todd, will you be behaving from now on?”
Yes, Miranda, I said.
“Good. Remember, we can do whatever we want with you. Even if you don’t think it’s fair.”
Kim got off the sofa. “Well, enough loafing around, let’s go play together!”
I gulped, then crawled obediently behind her to her room.
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