Milking the Herd - Part Three

Dr. Emily's Visit

The next day Dr. Emily sauntered into her medical office, hips swaying seductively with each step. She was dressed in a tight-fitting lab coat that hugged every curve of her voluptuous figure, the hem barely reaching mid-thigh to reveal her long, shapely legs encased in sheer black stockings.

Bruce lay naked on the bed, his huge erection straining against the restraints that held him in place. His balls were swollen and heavy with pent-up desire, aching for release.

Teasing Torture

Dr. Emily approached the bed, her eyes gleaming with wicked intent. She ran her fingers teasingly along the length of Bruce's shaft, feeling it twitch and throb under her touch.

"My, my," she purred, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "Look how hard you are for me already."

She undid the buttons of her lab coat slowly, revealing a lacy black bra that barely contained her ample breasts. The garters and stockings completed the look, making her appear both professional and provocative.

Straddling Him

Straddling Bruce's hips, Dr. Emily positioned herself above his throbbing member. She rubbed the damp fabric of her panties against his sensitive tip, coating it with her own arousal.

Bruce groaned in frustration, his hips bucking involuntarily as he tried to thrust up into her warmth. But Dr. Emily just laughed, denying him the pleasure he so desperately craved.

"Not yet," she teased, grinding her hips against his in a maddeningly slow rhythm. "I'm not done playing with you."

Titillating Torment

She leaned forward, pressing her breasts together and sliding them up and down Bruce's shaft. The soft, silky skin of her cleavage provided delicious friction, making him moan and writhe beneath her.

Dr. Emily continued her teasing for what felt like an eternity to Bruce, bringing him to the brink of orgasm only to deny him release at the last moment. Finally, she withdrew completely, leaving him aching and unfulfilled.

"I'll be back later," she promised with a wicked grin, blowing him a kiss before sauntering out of the room.

The Milking Room

Bruce lay there panting, his cock twitching in the air as it sought relief that would not come. Just then, the nurses entered and wheeled his gurney through the corridors to a larger room.

Inside, five naked women were strapped to similar gurneys, arranged in a circle like the hours on a clock face. Each had suction cups attached to their breasts, milking them of their sweet nectar. Vibrators were strapped between their legs, buzzing and humming with relentless intensity.

The women's eyes were fixed on Bruce's massive erection as he was wheeled into the center of the room. He recognized some of them - they were the same prisoners he used to oversee and bully back when he was in charge. Now, the tables had turned, and they watched him with hungry, vengeful eyes.

Degradation and Ecstasy

The women around him were in various states of ecstasy, their bodies writhing and bucking against their restraints as they were forced to orgasm over and over again by the vibrators strapped between their legs. Their eyes were glazed with lust, fixed hungrily on Bruce's massive erection.

The two nurses stood either side of the bed and one cupped his balls with both hands, they were so big and swollen. The other stroked the head and now couldn’t encircle the tip of his head with finger and thumb his erection was so big.

Dr. Emily's Return

Dr. Emily approached his gurney, her hips swaying seductively with each step. She leaned over him, her breasts pressing against his chest as she whispered in his ear. "I see you've been a good boy," she purred, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "Now it's time for your reward."

"Please," he begged, his voice hoarse with desperation. "I need to cum so badly."

Dr. Emily just laughed, a cruel, mocking sound that sent shivers down Bruce's spine. "Oh, I know you do," she said, her fingers wrapping around his shaft and giving it a teasing squeeze. "But first, let's give these lovely ladies a show."

The Grand Finale

She positioned herself between Bruce's legs, angling his cock so that the head pointed directly at his face. Then, with slow, deliberate strokes, she began to pump her hand up and down his length.

Bruce moaned in agony and ecstasy, his hips bucking involuntarily as he tried to thrust into her grip. But Dr. Emily held him firmly in place, her movements calculated to bring him to the brink of orgasm without allowing him to tip over the edge.

The women watched with rapt attention, their eyes fixed on Bruce's throbbing member as it disappeared and reappeared between Dr. Emily's fingers. They licked their lips hungrily, desperate for a taste of his essence.

"That's it," Dr. Emily cooed, her voice dripping with sadistic glee. "Embrace the pleasure, give in to your basest instincts. You are nothing more than beasts, driven by primal urges and the need for release."

Then, like a jolt of electricity, Bruce felt his orgasm building to an unbearable crescendo. With a guttural moan, he came hard, his cock erupting in a massive flood of semen that splattered across his face, hair, and chest. Thick ropes of cum dripped into his eyes, nose, and mouth, forcing him to clamp his lips together determinedly.

Dr. Emily dragged a finger through the mess on his face, gathering up some of his own semen. She forced it past his sealed lips, making him taste the bitter-sweet flavor of his own essence. The women gasped and moaned, their own orgasms triggered by the sight of Bruce's degradation.

As Bruce lay there spent and humiliated, Dr. Emily reached up and attached a feeding tube dildo above the bed, just like the ones the women were forced to suck on. She guided his head towards it, making him take it into his mouth and begin to suckle.

"That's it, my pet," she purred. "Drink it down like a good boy."

Relentless Milking

As Bruce's erection began to soften, Dr. Emily fitted a transparent valve tube over his penis. This was like a milking machine with a diaphragm that contracted and squeezed his shaft over and over. He felt himself getting hard again as the device relentlessly stimulated him.

"Don't think this is over," Dr. Emily said, her voice cold and cruel. "You will be milked like this for hours, days even, until there is nothing left but a hollow shell of a man."

Bruce could only whimper in despair as the machine continued its merciless pumping, forcing him to endure an endless cycle of arousal and degradation. He had been broken, reduced to nothing more than a plaything for Dr. Emily's twisted desires. And there was no escape from this hellish existence.