PART 7
For two days Scully resumed her old, peaceful life as Amel's pet,
wondering all the time if she had escaped from Ahmed's clutches. She
did not have long to wait. This time it was in the evening, as Scully
was beginning to look forward to Amel suckling at her full breasts,
when the dark boy burst into the room, followed by one of his young
servants.
Again arrangements for her were made in a flow of Arabic that Scully
could not understand. She could see that Amel was not entirely easy
with Ahmed's orders but, as before, was bound to obey her oldest
brother in all things. Amel looked down and Ahmed strode confidently
out. Scully was led away after him by the servant, in the direction
of his part of the palace, her full breasts swinging beneath her.
When Scully reached the room in which the boys had played their game
of darts with her tits, Scully was relieved to see that there was no
longer any sign of the board that had been set up for her. This time
though there was a new bit of furniture in the room for her. In one
corner Ahmed had order his servants to build a cattle stall to hold
Scully. Ahmed had decided to take over control of Scully's milking!
Her stall was simple but solid. The back of the stall was a strong
horizontal beam set at the height of Ahmed's waist. Scully allowed
herself to be pulled up from her normal all-fours and bent across the
beam. In front of her, as she stretched forwards, was a vertical
plank across the frame of the stall, with half-circle cutouts for her
neck and wrist paws. Not resisting, Scully's head and hands were put
into place and the top half of the plank was closed down and locked.
By the time that her ankles had also been clipped onto the stall,
Scully was bent over from the waist, her top half held firmly in place
parallel to the ground, her ass in the air. She was aware that, in
this position, all three of her holes were exposed and vulnerable.
But as it happened Ahmed was concentrating on her tits for the moment
at least.
Scully could tell that Ahmed was giving the servant instructions as he
pointed out to him all the locks and catches that held her into the
stall. She guessed that the servant was being given the
responsibility of locking her in and taking her out.
The stall had been arranged so that Scully faced into the corner of
the room, her rear exposed to the centre. From where her head was
trapped, Scully could see Ahmed walk away from the frame and then
return holding some wires and a metallic gadget. She was quickly to
find out that this was a commercial electric milking machine.
The machine ended in four clear plastic sleeves, each about the length
and size of a long index finger. From the sleeves, hoses led away to
feed into a single large hose that delivered the milk into a
container. The powerful motor had two tasks - to help the milk to
flow down the hoses and to provide intense suction through the
sleeves.
There were also two dials on the motor housing. One dial altered the
sucking rhythm. This could either be set for constant sucking or for
alternating - when suction was applied alternatively to a pair of
sleeves, normally for 3 seconds each side, before switching to the
other pair and back again. The second dial controlled the power
applied to the suction.
Ahmed continued to set the machine up, demonstrating to the servant
what he required. A white china pitcher was placed on the floor to
one side of her and the outlet hose fed into it to receive her milk
flow. The machine was plugged in and switched on so that the room
filled with a quiet electric humming.
Scully felt Ahmed's hand as it reached out for her nearest breast and
then the cold imprint of its sleeve as he experimentally tried it for
size over her juicy nipple. He released the breast to swing down
again as she heard further Arabic commands being given to the servant.
Behind her the door opened and shut. A few moments later, she heard
the servant return.
Again her tit was grasped firmly by the youth and then Scully gasped
at the cold shock as the ice cube brought from the kitchen by the
servant was rubbed hard across her nipple. Almost at once the nipple
hardened and pushed out from the mound, automatically reacting to the
freezing ice. Other hands pulled at her further tit and more ice was
applied until both her nipples were being rubbed hard by the slippery,
freezing cubes.
Ahmed laughed and spoke again to the servant. Taking her nipple
between his thumb and forefinger he pulled hard and then flicked it
hard. Scully felt hot blood pound into the tender flesh. As the
servant did as instructed and also pulled hard on her second nipple,
Ahmed turned on the power dial to half strength and applied the first
sleeve around the nipple he was rolling.
Through the clear plastic of the sleeve he could see the raspberry
coloured mound being sucked about an inch down into the sleeve, along
with the first edges of her aureole flesh. One or two drops of milk
showed at the end of the elongated nip but, as the machine was set to
constant suction for the moment, Scully's milk flow had not yet been
started properly.
The second sleeve was passed through to the servant, attached in the
same way, and Scully was fully connected. Pleased with himself, Ahmed
began to check on his dials. Gradually he turned up the motor's
strength, seeing how far down the clear sleeve he could make the
nipples go, under the irresistible pull of its suction.
To begin with, he found, part of Scully's aureole would be drawn down
into the plastic sleeves as the intensity built up. But there came a
point when no further breast meat would squash into the end of the
tube and the only thing that could expand further was the flesh
already gripped inside - which was mainly her nipples. By easing the
controls Ahmed found that he could reach an optimum position were the
maximum amount of Scully's tit had been swallowed in and the nipples
stretched out over an inch in the pressure vacuum. He was satisfied
and switched the other dial to move over into alternative sucking.
At once the tubes began to colour with Scully's flow as milk was
pumped from her and passed down into the pitcher. Through the clear
plastic, Ahmed could see each nipple taking up its new pumping rhythm
- pulled tightly forward and then relaxing slightly before being
squeezed forward again - jetting squirts of white milk down its
hosing.
For Scully the sensations as first one nipple and then the other were
pulled so amazingly were intense. Even with the eager puppies and
with Amel's teenage mouth, she had never felt feelings like this
before. She found that she was panting and deliberately set out to
relax her breathing, to help the milk drain out of her.
With the machine up and running, surprisingly, Ahmed and the servant
left her in peace. One smack of her exposed rear and she half-heard
the door close as she was left with the mechanical pumping and its
insatiable demands on her breasts. Although it was rapidly becoming a
glowing erotic experience for her, Scully also registered her
satisfaction in the liquid sound of the pitcher filling up. She was
still proud of delivering her milk. She idly wondered if this meant
that she would make a good mother and that reminded her of Mulder.....
A half hour later Ahmed returned with the servant to inspect her
progress. A quick glance at the nearest plastic sleeve showed him
that Scully had now been milked dry, so that the suction was simply
pulling and stretching at her elongated nipple flesh.
In setting up Scully's milking stall, Ahmed had decided to introduce
some changes. First, the amount of milk produced by Scully each day
was to be doubled. With the servant watching, Ahmed inspected the
level of milk in this evening's pitcher. With his finger, Ahmed
showed the servant his target - twice as high up the pitcher. The
servant bobbed his head to show that he understood and would of course
obey. Only too well he knew the consequences in this family if he
failed.
The second target that Ahmed had set himself was to make Scully's tits
larger and her nipples, in particular, thicker and longer. He had
reasoned to himself that her supply of milk would always match the
demand. If she was only being drained by Amel twice a day then her
breasts would settle into producing just enough milk for Amel and no
more.
His servant was instructed to take a bucket of water to Scully every
hour during the day and make sure that she drank eight glasses down.
If she resisted he was given permission to beat her and to do whatever
was needed to make sure that she took in the extra liquid. Every two
hours, six times a day, she was to be brought here to the milking
stall, strapped down and put onto the electric pumps for half an hour.
This was to continue each day until the servant was able to show his
master that her milk output had now reached the target level on the
pitcher.
Ahmed guessed that this increased breast activity would inevitably
lead to extra size and firmness in Scully's tits - but he would see.
Sure that the servant had understood his instructions, Ahmed reached
down and switched off the milking machine for the moment. Scully
sighed as the pressure eased from her abused nips, which began to try
to return to their normal places.
Removing the plastic sleeves for this time, Ahmed was pleased to see
that her nipples still seemed to stand out perhaps three quarters of
an inch from her mounds after their long stretching. Rolling the
stalk in his hard fingers, Ahmed gave further instructions to the
servant, none of which Scully, of course, could yet understand. When
released from the frame during the day, between milking sessions, each
nipple was to be fitted with a sharp alligator clip and heavy weight
to keep the nipples stretch out under full tension. And in the
evening, after the last milking of the day, the machine was to be
switched to constant and left attached, so that Scully would spent the
entire night feeling her drained nipples being sucked from her.
Arrangements made, Scully was freed and led back to Amel's bedroom by
the servant, who also delivered a glass of Scully's milk to Amel to
drink.
In the morning, Scully climbed onto Amel's bed as usual, expecting to
be suckled by the young girl, who instead surprised her by pushing her
away. Confused, Scully returned to the floor. A little later Ahmed's
servant knocked at Amel's door and Scully's new daily routine began.
