1. Titcage (Chapter 40)


    Date: 2/10/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Authoritarian, Bestiality, Domination/submission, Female/Female, Humiliation, Lactation, Lesbian, Male Domination, Male/Female, Non-consensual sex, Torture, Water Sports/Pissing, Author: All These Roadworks, Rating: 88.1, Source: sexstories.com

    Chapter 40 THE RANCH The truck came to collect Claire and her sister on Tuesday morning. They were awaiting it in the driveway of their house, naked, on all fours, with motorized breast pumps running on their tits. Cuntcandy still wasn't lactating, and as far as Claire could tell the dry-pumping of her sister's udders was even more painful than the intense suction on her own tits. It was still an uncommon sight to see two naked girls on all fours outdoors, but not as uncommon a site as it had been when Claire started work with Titcage so long ago. Some passers-by gawked at the naked girls. Claire was vaguely disappointed none of them came up and fucked her. When the truck turned up, the driver (a man, of course) got out and came over to them. He removed each girl's Titcage collar, took the ID tag off it, and transferred it to a new black shiny collar, which he placed back on their neck. "Okay, sluts," he said when he was done. "Now that you've got your new collars, I'd advise you against trying to speak. These are basically like anti-barking collars for dogs. They give you a shock when you make a noise. Not just any noise, though - they're triggered to recognise speech. You can make all the slutty litlte moans you like, and you can make animal noises like barking and meowing. But if you make any noises it recognises as you trying to talk, you'll get a shock. Sluts on the Ranch don't talk, they keep quiet like good little pets, okay?" Claire nodded, frightened. Cuntcandy ...
    didn't nod, but she did stay quiet. They stayed still as the man clipped a flexible leather leash to each of their collars, and then obeyed as he used it to lead them up a metal ramp into the back of the truck, crawling on all fours all the way. They were the only sluts in the cavernous space of the truck. It was dark - almost pitch black - and cold. They felt the truck rumble into motion, and begn to carry them away to the Ranch, wherever that was. At first they stayed still, the only sound the hum of the truck engines and the motors of their breast pumps, but after a while their fear and boredom led the two girls to crawl together and 69 each other as best as they could with the pumps and leashes still attached. Licking her pretty sister's cunt helped keep Claire calm. When they orgasmed, both girls involuntarily pissed on each other's faces, as they had been conditioned to do, and Claire got scared that they would be punished for making a mess of the truck, so with Cuntcandy's help she licked up the acrid urine as best as she was able. After long hours, the truck stopped, the rear door opened, and the driver came to extract them. If he noticed their faces wet with piss and cunt juices, he made no comment, merely pulling sharply on their leashes to make them crawl down the ramp into the harsh sunlight. Outside, the sisters found themselves in the main yard of what was clearly a small hobby farm. A fine three-storey farmhouse loomed over them. Fenced fields were visible in most ...
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