The Vessel by Selena Moore

Chapter 4

So she was left alone, strapped down, Marcus’s last words going around her mind. Strangely, she did not feel afraid, only anxious at the prospect of being milked.

When finally she heard the door open, she almost gasped at the sight of the man they called Kratos walking inside. He looked more intimidating nowin brighter light. She watched, mesmerized as he opened up a medicine cabinet and took out something she could not see, and then he stopped in front of her spread legs.

“I see my men used you well. Now it's time to get all that milk out of you.”

“Well, so much for getting to know me first, right? And here I was, thinking that foreplay was overrated.”

“Snarky. I like that in a woman. We’ll get to know each other, I have no doubt about that, woman. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must harvest your milk. Luna barely had any in her last pregnancy and Maya cannot reproduce anymore. That leaves you the only source available.”

Emmanuella stared at this mountain of a man, wondering how he ended up being here in the first place. He pushed a button that lifted the chair higher and took the suction funnels out of their cases from either end of the chair. He then moved to stand behind her, carefully moving her shirt to the side. “Your breasts look like they hold a lot of milk. I am sure you will provide us with plenty to freeze.” His voice was soft now, soothing and the last thing Emmanuella expected was his strong, warm hands on her breasts, gently massaging, then squeezing ever so tenderly until milk had begun to flow freely down her stomach. “Breast massage increases the circulation, making the milk flow easier. I want you to lay back and relax, this should be a very enjoyable procedure for both of us.”

"I guess I'll have to take your word for it, Mr.”  She closed her eyes, lost in the sensation of his large, strong hands caressing her breasts, his even breathing behind her ear, his deeply masculine scent all making her feel like her body was being worshipped.

When she opened them again, Kratos had already attached the suction pumps on each swollen breast.

“This may be a little tingly at first but you will soon get used to it.”

He pressed a switch and watched as the funnels started to pump milk out, filling a clear container beside her. “Milking you should relieve the aching and it's one of the most erotic sights for a man to watch.”

Emmanuella had never thought about that before, breastfeeding was simply an act of absolute necessity and a quite painful experience from what little she remembered. This? These suctioning pumps attached to her boobs drawing her milk out were not even half as bad as she expected and the sensation was actually quite pleasurable. A soft moan escaped her as she watched the white liquid travel through clear tubes and she barely noticed Kratos flip the chair upward, leaving her pussy and ass solely at his mercy.

When she saw him pull his cock out of his tight jeans a few minutes later she wondered if that thing was ever going to fit inside her. “You are going to take every inch of me, don’t doubt that even for a second,” Kratos said, mirroring her thoughts. “How is the pump working, does it hurt?”

Emmanuella just shook her head, too overwhelmed by the sight of him and the gentle humming of the machine emptying her breasts. Kratos walked closer and used some of the milk that had leaked on her stomach to rub on his engorged cock and when he probed her already soaked opening, she had no doubt in her mind that she was going to really feel this man.

He nestled between her widespread legs, rubbing the head gently on her folds, teasing with entry and when he saw more cum spill out of her, he pushed inside her in one fluid thrust, filling her up until his balls grazed her vulva and all his manhood was buried deep inside of her. “I knew you’d feel this good,” he only said, staying firmly planted inside her until her muscles had stretched around his length and girth. “Love how the men filled you up, your pussy is still dripping of their seed.”

She moaned loudly when he breached her, her eyes traveling low to where their bodies joined. “Do you feel me, woman? Can you feel how hard you make me?” he asked, still not moving. After about a minute he slowly withdrew and then pushed back in, his cock filling her up completely.

“Yes,” she moaned again. “My God, you are so big. So thick.”

He only growled in pure satisfaction. “And you feel amazing, woman,” he said and he fucked her harder now, his balls slapping against her pussy with every deep, hard thrust.

Emmanuella let her head fall back, against the plush leather headrest and let the man inside her legs pummel into her. She was lost in the heavenly sensations rocking her body and when he slipped out of her his loss was more than she could bear. “Put it back inside me, Kratos. Let me come around your cock.” She was panting now, her face flushed, her gorgeous breasts leaking tasty milk, her pussy filled like never before.

“Quite a little vixen, aren’t you, woman?” He moved in front of her face now, the chair lowered so he could easily access her mouth. “Suck meand then I'll let you taste my seed as you have with all my men.”

Emmanuella opened to take him in but he was too big and very wide and her mouth was small, barely made for such a monstrous cock.

“Open up wider. You are going to suck me and swallow all my cum.”

She did as he asked,taking him in as far as she could go, the head of his cock grazing the back of her throat and she gagged. She couldn't breathe. He pulled out after a few shallow thrusts, he let her breathe and then stuffed her again until she felt him unload in the back of her throat, his warm, creamy cum coating her tongue and lips.

“Swallow my seed, woman,” he said flatly, holding her in place as she bucked and writhed at the amount of cum he was unloading and when he finally slipped out, she let her lungs fill with air again, the copious amount of Kratos’s hot seed dribbling down her chin and chest. “You are a sight to behold, Emmanuella.” He fed her the seed that had run down her chin and she licked him clean, the look on his face one of appreciation.

He flipped a switch and lifted the chair upright again and another one that stopped the pumping machine. “Four containers filled. You are more precious than I imagined.” He pulled the suction pumps from her now deflated breasts while Emmanuella turned to look at the filled bottles of milk, strangely satisfied with her performance.

“Please untie me, Kratos. You know I won't go anywhere.”

“Domination of a willing female can be highly stimulating for both parties involved, Emmanuella. You have enjoyed my cock inside you, haven’t you? Besides, the men are not done with you yet. I expect you will be receptive to their needs, won’t you?”

She nodded and Kratos opened the door, letting his men crowd the small room.

“She's yours for the next hour. Fill her up and bring her to my bed. Oh, and one other thing. She’s already been milked dry so anyone wanting a treat, will have to wait until later. Treat her well,” was his last command and he left the room.

She recognized the two men who had already fucked her on while others closed in around her like wolves zeroing in on their prey.Someone flipped a button and the chair moved backward again and stopped when it was nearly horizontal. A tall man moved in front of her legs and a shorter one pushed his cock inside her mouth.

They fucked her long and hard and they came at the same time flooding her with more cum than she could take, pulling out and being replaced by two others who thrust harder into her.

“I bet Bossman stretched you up real nice, didn’t he, little whore? Look at all this cum leaking out. I fucking love a cum filled pussy.” He fucked her hard for a good ten minutes before he showered her womb with another load of creamy cum and after he pulled out, sperm came flooding out, coating her already white, sticky thighs. “You are going to be knocked up any day now with all this jizz inside your juicy cunt, you just wait and see, right, Manuel?”

The man fucking her mouth looked their way absentmindedly and a second later he, too unloaded at the back of her throat and she swallowed in large gulps.When he pulled out another hard cock filled her mouth, fucking her throat harder than the rest had, plunging deep again and again until he released his salty cumas well. He pulled out, slapped her cum-covered cheeks and another filled her yet again while a short man thrust his way deep into her womb now, his tempo much slower than the rest. She could barely feel his cock with all the cum gushing out of her and when after a few minutes he pulled out and went to stand in front of her face she was grateful he had decided to shoot his load on her face.

A black man followed, filling her mouth with his hard meat, thrusting fast and hard until he came with a groan, spurting his seed all over her face and hair.She was now soaked in cum, her face and hair splattered, her pussy bathed in it. She had lost count of how many men she had taken inside of her or how many loads of their cum she had swallowed.

When no one was standing near her, she looked around and saw that they had all left the room. Marcus was sitting cross-legged on the room’s sole chair and she wondered if he had fucked too. She would certainly have remembered him if he had used her mouth. He brought the chair upright and moved closer to unclasp her hands and feet and she saw him stare at her, all sticky and brimming with the men’s seed, her face a mess of spit and cum, her naked breasts still leaking milk down her flat stomach. He looked at her and she smiled a wicked smile.

“Won’t you fuck me now, either?” she taunted as he undid the shackles holding her down. When she was finally free, she took a small step forward but her knees betrayed her and she toppled forward, Marcus’s strong arm breaking her fall. “What the fuck’s the matter with you? You make me suck your dick the first time we meet and refuse to fuck me since. Am I so fucking revolting to you, is that it?”

“Easy, now, love,” he said, avoiding her question. He wrapped his arms around her and carried her to Kratos’s room, gently placing her on Kratos’sking-size bed. “You must rest.”

“Fuck you, Marcus. I don’t need your cruel commands or your sympathetic words. You are an animal, just like they are.”

“And you are tired, love. He let her vent, her wrath entertaining him immensely. “Goodnight, Emma.”

“Fuck you,” she spat again, as Marcus closed the door behind him, the soft metallic click echoing in the silence of the room. It was better that he had left. She couldn’t stand the sight of him right now, not if he wasn’t going to be balls deep inside of her just as she hoped from the moment she’d laid eyes on him.