Entering her room she looked around for a moment. Her bed was made up the light of the moon seeping through the open balcony doors. The curtains flutt...red with a soft cool breeze. Shadows dance about the room from the flam in the fireplace. In front of the fire was a chair awaiting her. The bed had gone unused as of late, most nights she would sit in front of the fire with a book, dreaming of what could be and drift off to sleep. As she glided across the room from the door to her chair, her. ' ' I am a slut.' ' What are you?' ' I am a filthy little cumslut who doesn't deserve to play with your cock.' I reach for your lead and clip it onto your collar pulling you onto the floor. I lead you on all fours into the kitchen and tell you to make me a Coffee. You ask if you are allowed one also but your request is denied. I place the bowl on the floor and fill it with water, if you're going to behave like an animal you can drink like one. You crawl to the bowl and bend your head to start. More zaps from the other guards followed. She fell to the floor writhing in pain, her last attempt of exercising any free will ended abruptly. After that little incident, we started placing the cattle in their milking stations. Each woman was placed in the metallic device, their head secured to a stock. Two steel poles came from the back side of the stock and secured the arms behind their back, the elbows bending 90 degrees. Another stock planted a few inches from the ground secured their. Inhaling more and more of the yellow bottle that he now just held under my nose, I felt faint, I felt so dizzy and heady. I opened my throat and let him just jam his cock as deep as he wanted. He went all the way, relentlessly stabbing into my throat deep, pounding my mouth like a pussy. "Take deep inhales now. Hit it hard. Hold the aroma," he told me.Just when I felt faint, he quickly capped off the bottle and put it in his shirt pocket. With one hand on my throat and the other on the back of.