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She would have swayed on her feet, but Nurse Lane and Doctor Kent maintained an iron grip on her arms, holding in her place between them.
"Don't look away," Doctor Kent chastised. "You do your friend a disservice. She is much contented to be in our keeping. You should be happy for Bessie, Lady Ashley. She has found and is fulfilling her true purpose in life. In addition to the pleasure she derives, her body is also providing sustenance to nourish orphaned babes at the nearby Essex Founding Hospital." He asked the two attendants, “Is this Bessie’s full milking?”
“No, Doctor,” one of the attendants replied. “Doctor Leonard recommended a good pumping for her every four to six hours. Longer, if she’s been a naughty girl. He’s said we’re not to drain her fully if we can help it; she needs the milk in her as a reminder.”
“Very good,” Doctor Kent said. “Well, Leonard knows what he’s about.”
"Doctor, this not proper," Lady Ashley tried to say. "This is wrong."
"Wrong? No, no, Lady Ashley. What could be more right than a young woman fulfilling her life's purpose, of having her body perform what it was born to do? Bessie was born for this. You're clearly not paying attention, Lady Ashley. Look closely at your friend. Keep your eyes open—don't look away, Lady Ashley, or I’ll have to punish you," Doctor Kent warned.
Lady Ashley's shoulders hitched with a sob as she turned her face back to Lady Beverly. The attendants paid the visitors no heed; their hands never stopped working Beverly's breasts and forcing her to express milk into the collection pails.
Doctor Kent said in her ear, "See how Bessie’s body quivers with pleasure? Look at the sheer relief on her face."
The attendants seemed almost rough in their motions, jerking at the other woman's nipples in an up and down motion from the root. She was horrified to see Beverly rolling her hips and rubbing her thighs together like a shameless wanton.
Not two months ago, she and Beverly had been whispering to each other at the Madeville's ball, trading gossip between dances. Their dance cards had been full, and they had been swarmed by eager young bucks lavishing excessively flattering compliments on them. She had been wearing a pale blue gown in the latest French style, and Beverly had been wearing a frosted pink gown, a bit on the daring side for it clung a bit too closely to her breasts. It drew a few scandalous looks from the matrons of society, but she and Beverly hadn't cared. The orchestra had played her favorite song, and the Duke of Corwyn had asked her to dance...
Now she was nude, watching Beverly on her knees with her breasts hanging down below her as two strangers handled her crudely...and she was being called Bessie and she was groaning. Groans of pain, it sounded like, but the expression on Beverly’s face was plainly one of deep, intense pleasure.
"Please, no," Lady Ashley moaned. She wanted desperately to look away, but she feared Doctor Kent's matter-of-fact promise of punishment should she not comply.
"Lady Ashley, your blind ignorance and lack of acceptance is greatly disturbing," Doctor Kent said regretfully. "It is further proof that you're in need of our assistance. You will have time later to speak with Bessie and ascertain for yourself her gladness at being with us. Nurse Lane, please escort Lady Ashley to her room and see that she gets the rest her body needs. This has been an overly taxing day for her, I'm sure."
She resisted the nurse's tugging. "No, please. Doctor, you've been told lies by Francis. He is doing this to get back at me for refusing to marry the man he all but sold me to. Lord Milton is a scoundrel, and he should not be trusted. You can't believe him!"
To her dismay, the doctor was regarding her with a narrowed look. "Your stepbrother wants what's best for you. Nurse, escort our patient to her room immediately! She is getting overworked. Another thing—we can dispense with her courtesy title. Her behavior thus far has been shrill and unbecoming. It's clear she is not ready to be treated as such an illustrious member of the peerage warrants."
"Yes, Doctor. Ashley, come!" Nurse Lane cried sharply. At the same time, the older woman seized the young woman's nipple and used her pincer-like grip to haul her charge forward.
"No!" Ashley protested. "Unhand me—you mustn't touch me so—"
The doctor and nurse ignored her. Her hands were grabbed and stiff, leather mittens were wrestled over her fingers, then cuffed together at the wrists. The doctor knelt swiftly and fastened cuffs around her slim ankles, securing them together with a short chain. Her wrist cuffs were further linked to the ankle tether. Then she was standing in place, unable to run or to use her hands, while Nurse Lane pinched her nipples tightly in a crushing grip.
"Ashley, we have every right to touch you," Doctor Kent said sternly. "You are controlled by your pussy, and we control that intimate part of you. We only want what's best for you."
“Let’s go, Ashley,” Nurse Lane said meaningfully. “We’ve taken up enough of the good doctor’s time. Now, march, young lady. You’ll be needing your rest.”
Ashley hobbled after the woman. She was severely hampered by the short ankle chain, but she did her best to scurry as the nurse loudly scolded her for her slowness. They encountered a few other hospital staff, and each time she blushed and tried to cover her breasts and sex, only to be checked short by the chains.
She was fairly out of breath when they finally stopped inside a small, bare room. Two beds, two small nightstands, two dressers. Two stools at the foot of each bed. Barred windows.
“Is there someone else here?” Ashley asked, freezing in the doorway.
“Not yet, but I expect you’ll get a roommate eventually. Come, dear. Lie down on the bed, and I’ll remove your chains.”
Ashley obeyed, thinking only about getting the chains off, but the nurse never gave her even a taste of freedom. She uncuffed one ankle at a time and drew out a strap from beneath the mattress, securing it around the unchained limb. She repeated this until the chains were off, but now Ashley laid spread-eagled on the bed, her arms outstretched over her head, her legs pulled apart.
“I know this is a hard transition for you,” Nurse Lane said. She tapped the metal belt trapping Ashley’s sex. “I’ll have Bessie brought by soon as her milking session is done. She can tell you the truth of it, and you’ll see. This treatment will be beneficial to you, Ashley.”
When Nurse Lane departed, she slid a bolt shut from the outside, letting Ashley know she was locked in. She lay tense on the bed, her mind spinning, interrupted only from her thoughts when the bolt was noisily slid open again and Beverly entered, a bit timidly.
“You won’t have a long visiting hour, Bessie,” a male voice said. “Be a good cow and don’t get into any mischief, eh?”
As soon as the door locked behind her, Beverly darted over to the bed. Her round, pretty face was cringing with sympathy as she took in Ashley’s bondage.
“Beverly!” Ashley whispered urgently. Although Beverly was also unclothed, without even a metal belt covering her sex, Ashley blushed at having her friend hover over her naked body. “Let me go. Untie me, please, there’s not a moment to waste!”
Beverly shook her head. “I’m so sorry, Ashley, I can’t. We would be punished. Damon is waiting for me right outside; you heard him. It’s no use fighting them.”
“How did you come to be here?”
“Oh, Ashley.” Beverly’s eyes watered. She sniffed. “It was that dreadful friend of my father’s, you remember?”
Ashley recalled a boorish man, with cruel, hawk-like features who always seemed to be alternately sneering at his fellow man or else leering at the ladies. “Baron Eustace, wasn’t it?”
“Yes, Eustace.” Beverly grimaced. “A week after Father passed, he showed up at our door calling himself my uncle and said that Father had designated him as my guardian. I’m his ward now! He shipped me off here straightaway so he doesn’t have to pay for my dowry.”
“Beverly dear…” she ventured hesitantly. “What the doctor said, it isn’t true, is it? That you...that you’re happy, like this?”
Her friend’s face reddened even more, if that were possible. “Oh, Ashley. I hate it. It’s horrible what they’ve done to me. Injections and making me drink some special formula and now...my breasts…but…” She looked deeply ashamed. “It feels good, too, though I’m sure it’s a sin, surely it’s another sin to be dishonest about it. Sometimes I feel so much pleasure, I feel as though I’ll faint from it. I...hate that they milk me, but oh god, I love it. I’ve never felt such pleasure before in my life, I swear I haven’t. At night, I...I dream about it,” Beverly confessed miserably. “I dream about their hands on me. It’s not just the...milking part of it, truly, though that feels good because otherwise my breasts get so dreadfully full and sore. They touch me between my legs and...I can’t describe it.”
Ashley swallowed. Beverly’s claim of deriving actual pleasure from their situation...was simply unfathomable, but her friend seemed to be in earnest.
“Are they...sore now?” she asked, blushing, as she darted a glance at Beverly’s chest.
“Yes,” Beverly admitted. “But I’m not allowed to milk myself. I was punished dreadfully the first few times because I couldn’t help myself, they get so heavy…”
She slid her hands under the pendulous globes of her breasts, cupping them. The abundant flesh spilled out of her small hands.
“You could...help me,” Beverly said. She darted a look over her shoulder, but the door was still closed. For the first time, Ashley noticed a large panel in the door; presumably it could be opened from the outside so people could look into the room. “Please, Ashley.”
“H-how?”
“I could put the tip in your mouth,” Beverly said. Her eyes were shining, her breath catching as she offered the milk-heavy globes. “Please, they never milk me to completion, and you won’t believe how much I ache.”
Ashley was aching too. She could smell Beverly, musk and milk. She felt so slippery behind the metal belt. She must have whispered yes, breathed it out into the space between them, because Beverly was leaning down, and the round, heavy weight of her breast was all that she could see. Beverly’s turgid nipple was right there, prodding between her lips; she opened her mouth and took it in. It felt so natural to suckle, and Ashley felt herself gushing when she heard Beverly moan excitedly and slide an arm under her head to bring Ashley’s mouth closer.
Ashley sucked at the hard teat in her mouth while Beverly tried to stifle her sighing moans.
“Oh, Ashley. Oh god, that feels so good. Keep sucking. Harder, harder. Don’t stop.”
Her milk was creamy and sweet. Ashley couldn’t help pausing her suckling to curl her tongue around the teat and nibble, giving it a little tender kiss, but Beverly didn’t like or appreciate that; she sank a hand into Ashley’s hair and yanked fiercely on the strands, clearly urging Ashley to rededicate herself to the task of draining her of milk. Ashley’s pained yelp was muffled against the breast practically filling her mouth. She immediately began sucking again and was rewarded with Beverly stroking her hair, scraping her fingernails gently through her scalp in a way that made her shiver.
After a while, Beverly withdrew and immediately presented Ashley with her other teat. Her round face was shiny with joy, and she was panting.
“Your devil-blessed mouth, Ashley, it’s giving me so much pleasure,” Beverly squealed softly. “Keep sucking, dearest friend. I swear I’ll repay the favor soon as I can.”
A short time later, she reluctantly withdrew. Beverly had her hands braced over Ashley’s head on the railing, and for a moment she rested in place there, with Ashley’s face nestled between her breasts. As if in a dream, Ashley nuzzled the deep, fragrant valley of her friend’s cleavage.
Then someone came and got Beverly, asking if she had been a good cow, and Ashley was locked in alone again. This time, she drifted off to sleep.
Part 1 here
Part 2
She would have swayed on her feet, but Nurse Lane and Doctor Kent maintained an iron grip on her arms, holding in her place between them.
"Don't look away," Doctor Kent chastised. "You do your friend a disservice. She is much contented to be in our keeping. You should be happy for Bessie, Lady Ashley. She has found and is fulfilling her true purpose in life. In addition to the pleasure she derives, her body is also providing sustenance to nourish orphaned babes at the nearby Essex Founding Hospital." He asked the two attendants, “Is this Bessie’s full milking?”
“No, Doctor,” one of the attendants replied. “Doctor Leonard recommended a good pumping for her every four to six hours. Longer, if she’s been a naughty girl. He’s said we’re not to drain her fully if we can help it; she needs the milk in her as a reminder.”
“Very good,” Doctor Kent said. “Well, Leonard knows what he’s about.”
"Doctor, this not proper," Lady Ashley tried to say. "This is wrong."
"Wrong? No, no, Lady Ashley. What could be more right than a young woman fulfilling her life's purpose, of having her body perform what it was born to do? Bessie was born for this. You're clearly not paying attention, Lady Ashley. Look closely at your friend. Keep your eyes open—don't look away, Lady Ashley, or I’ll have to punish you," Doctor Kent warned.
Lady Ashley's shoulders hitched with a sob as she turned her face back to Lady Beverly. The attendants paid the visitors no heed; their hands never stopped working Beverly's breasts and forcing her to express milk into the collection pails.
Doctor Kent said in her ear, "See how Bessie’s body quivers with pleasure? Look at the sheer relief on her face."
The attendants seemed almost rough in their motions, jerking at the other woman's nipples in an up and down motion from the root. She was horrified to see Beverly rolling her hips and rubbing her thighs together like a shameless wanton.
Not two months ago, she and Beverly had been whispering to each other at the Madeville's ball, trading gossip between dances. Their dance cards had been full, and they had been swarmed by eager young bucks lavishing excessively flattering compliments on them. She had been wearing a pale blue gown in the latest French style, and Beverly had been wearing a frosted pink gown, a bit on the daring side for it clung a bit too closely to her breasts. It drew a few scandalous looks from the matrons of society, but she and Beverly hadn't cared. The orchestra had played her favorite song, and the Duke of Corwyn had asked her to dance...
Now she was nude, watching Beverly on her knees with her breasts hanging down below her as two strangers handled her crudely...and she was being called Bessie and she was groaning. Groans of pain, it sounded like, but the expression on Beverly’s face was plainly one of deep, intense pleasure.
"Please, no," Lady Ashley moaned. She wanted desperately to look away, but she feared Doctor Kent's matter-of-fact promise of punishment should she not comply.
"Lady Ashley, your blind ignorance and lack of acceptance is greatly disturbing," Doctor Kent said regretfully. "It is further proof that you're in need of our assistance. You will have time later to speak with Bessie and ascertain for yourself her gladness at being with us. Nurse Lane, please escort Lady Ashley to her room and see that she gets the rest her body needs. This has been an overly taxing day for her, I'm sure."
She resisted the nurse's tugging. "No, please. Doctor, you've been told lies by Francis. He is doing this to get back at me for refusing to marry the man he all but sold me to. Lord Milton is a scoundrel, and he should not be trusted. You can't believe him!"
To her dismay, the doctor was regarding her with a narrowed look. "Your stepbrother wants what's best for you. Nurse, escort our patient to her room immediately! She is getting overworked. Another thing—we can dispense with her courtesy title. Her behavior thus far has been shrill and unbecoming. It's clear she is not ready to be treated as such an illustrious member of the peerage warrants."
"Yes, Doctor. Ashley, come!" Nurse Lane cried sharply. At the same time, the older woman seized the young woman's nipple and used her pincer-like grip to haul her charge forward.
"No!" Ashley protested. "Unhand me—you mustn't touch me so—"
The doctor and nurse ignored her. Her hands were grabbed and stiff, leather mittens were wrestled over her fingers, then cuffed together at the wrists. The doctor knelt swiftly and fastened cuffs around her slim ankles, securing them together with a short chain. Her wrist cuffs were further linked to the ankle tether. Then she was standing in place, unable to run or to use her hands, while Nurse Lane pinched her nipples tightly in a crushing grip.
"Ashley, we have every right to touch you," Doctor Kent said sternly. "You are controlled by your pussy, and we control that intimate part of you. We only want what's best for you."
“Let’s go, Ashley,” Nurse Lane said meaningfully. “We’ve taken up enough of the good doctor’s time. Now, march, young lady. You’ll be needing your rest.”
Ashley hobbled after the woman. She was severely hampered by the short ankle chain, but she did her best to scurry as the nurse loudly scolded her for her slowness. They encountered a few other hospital staff, and each time she blushed and tried to cover her breasts and sex, only to be checked short by the chains.
She was fairly out of breath when they finally stopped inside a small, bare room. Two beds, two small nightstands, two dressers. Two stools at the foot of each bed. Barred windows.
“Is there someone else here?” Ashley asked, freezing in the doorway.
“Not yet, but I expect you’ll get a roommate eventually. Come, dear. Lie down on the bed, and I’ll remove your chains.”
Ashley obeyed, thinking only about getting the chains off, but the nurse never gave her even a taste of freedom. She uncuffed one ankle at a time and drew out a strap from beneath the mattress, securing it around the unchained limb. She repeated this until the chains were off, but now Ashley laid spread-eagled on the bed, her arms outstretched over her head, her legs pulled apart.
“I know this is a hard transition for you,” Nurse Lane said. She tapped the metal belt trapping Ashley’s sex. “I’ll have Bessie brought by soon as her milking session is done. She can tell you the truth of it, and you’ll see. This treatment will be beneficial to you, Ashley.”
When Nurse Lane departed, she slid a bolt shut from the outside, letting Ashley know she was locked in. She lay tense on the bed, her mind spinning, interrupted only from her thoughts when the bolt was noisily slid open again and Beverly entered, a bit timidly.
“You won’t have a long visiting hour, Bessie,” a male voice said. “Be a good cow and don’t get into any mischief, eh?”
As soon as the door locked behind her, Beverly darted over to the bed. Her round, pretty face was cringing with sympathy as she took in Ashley’s bondage.
“Beverly!” Ashley whispered urgently. Although Beverly was also unclothed, without even a metal belt covering her sex, Ashley blushed at having her friend hover over her naked body. “Let me go. Untie me, please, there’s not a moment to waste!”
Beverly shook her head. “I’m so sorry, Ashley, I can’t. We would be punished. Damon is waiting for me right outside; you heard him. It’s no use fighting them.”
“How did you come to be here?”
“Oh, Ashley.” Beverly’s eyes watered. She sniffed. “It was that dreadful friend of my father’s, you remember?”
Ashley recalled a boorish man, with cruel, hawk-like features who always seemed to be alternately sneering at his fellow man or else leering at the ladies. “Baron Eustace, wasn’t it?”
“Yes, Eustace.” Beverly grimaced. “A week after Father passed, he showed up at our door calling himself my uncle and said that Father had designated him as my guardian. I’m his ward now! He shipped me off here straightaway so he doesn’t have to pay for my dowry.”
“Beverly dear…” she ventured hesitantly. “What the doctor said, it isn’t true, is it? That you...that you’re happy, like this?”
Her friend’s face reddened even more, if that were possible. “Oh, Ashley. I hate it. It’s horrible what they’ve done to me. Injections and making me drink some special formula and now...my breasts…but…” She looked deeply ashamed. “It feels good, too, though I’m sure it’s a sin, surely it’s another sin to be dishonest about it. Sometimes I feel so much pleasure, I feel as though I’ll faint from it. I...hate that they milk me, but oh god, I love it. I’ve never felt such pleasure before in my life, I swear I haven’t. At night, I...I dream about it,” Beverly confessed miserably. “I dream about their hands on me. It’s not just the...milking part of it, truly, though that feels good because otherwise my breasts get so dreadfully full and sore. They touch me between my legs and...I can’t describe it.”
Ashley swallowed. Beverly’s claim of deriving actual pleasure from their situation...was simply unfathomable, but her friend seemed to be in earnest.
“Are they...sore now?” she asked, blushing, as she darted a glance at Beverly’s chest.
“Yes,” Beverly admitted. “But I’m not allowed to milk myself. I was punished dreadfully the first few times because I couldn’t help myself, they get so heavy…”
She slid her hands under the pendulous globes of her breasts, cupping them. The abundant flesh spilled out of her small hands.
“You could...help me,” Beverly said. She darted a look over her shoulder, but the door was still closed. For the first time, Ashley noticed a large panel in the door; presumably it could be opened from the outside so people could look into the room. “Please, Ashley.”
“H-how?”
“I could put the tip in your mouth,” Beverly said. Her eyes were shining, her breath catching as she offered the milk-heavy globes. “Please, they never milk me to completion, and you won’t believe how much I ache.”
Ashley was aching too. She could smell Beverly, musk and milk. She felt so slippery behind the metal belt. She must have whispered yes, breathed it out into the space between them, because Beverly was leaning down, and the round, heavy weight of her breast was all that she could see. Beverly’s turgid nipple was right there, prodding between her lips; she opened her mouth and took it in. It felt so natural to suckle, and Ashley felt herself gushing when she heard Beverly moan excitedly and slide an arm under her head to bring Ashley’s mouth closer.
Ashley sucked at the hard teat in her mouth while Beverly tried to stifle her sighing moans.
“Oh, Ashley. Oh god, that feels so good. Keep sucking. Harder, harder. Don’t stop.”
Her milk was creamy and sweet. Ashley couldn’t help pausing her suckling to curl her tongue around the teat and nibble, giving it a little tender kiss, but Beverly didn’t like or appreciate that; she sank a hand into Ashley’s hair and yanked fiercely on the strands, clearly urging Ashley to rededicate herself to the task of draining her of milk. Ashley’s pained yelp was muffled against the breast practically filling her mouth. She immediately began sucking again and was rewarded with Beverly stroking her hair, scraping her fingernails gently through her scalp in a way that made her shiver.
After a while, Beverly withdrew and immediately presented Ashley with her other teat. Her round face was shiny with joy, and she was panting.
“Your devil-blessed mouth, Ashley, it’s giving me so much pleasure,” Beverly squealed softly. “Keep sucking, dearest friend. I swear I’ll repay the favor soon as I can.”
A short time later, she reluctantly withdrew. Beverly had her hands braced over Ashley’s head on the railing, and for a moment she rested in place there, with Ashley’s face nestled between her breasts. As if in a dream, Ashley nuzzled the deep, fragrant valley of her friend’s cleavage.
Then someone came and got Beverly, asking if she had been a good cow, and Ashley was locked in alone again. This time, she drifted off to sleep.
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