‘Can you feel the pills working?’ my boss asked amused. His fingers were squeezing one of my nipples teasingly between his finger and thumb, while his fingertips ran back and forth across the sensitive tip. He had been doing this for so long tonight that the nipple felt raw and over-stimulated, and I wanted him to stop, but I also really didn’t want him to stop. Chapter 1 of Molly’s Cage is here.
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Molly’s Cage: Chapter 13
Mr Hunter had lied to me about the pills anyway, as I discovered a few days later.
My breasts felt bigger and more sensitive since I started taking the pills. I kept telling myself that it was hormones or just the constant feeling of sexual frustration from being sexually aroused all the freaking time. My nipples, too, felt larger, more constantly aroused.
Eventually though, I realised my breasts were actually larger. My bras stopped fitting me and the form-fitting shirts that Mr Hunter had made me wear started to strain in front. I started to feel even more embarrassed wearing them into work, the buttons on the blouses straining slightly, my breasts squashed into bras at least two cup sizes too small.
Mr Hunter confirmed what was happening on the following Monday morning.
He had insisted on picking me up over an hour earlier than usual. The morning was still dark and misty, and we drove into the office in silence. Mr Hunter occasionally reached out to stroke my breasts through my too-tight shirt, a knowing smile on his face. I flushed and looked out the window. I knew what he would say if I told him I wasn’t here for him to fondle and grope.
That’s all sluts like you are for, Molly. If you’re going to keep being a slut, I’m going to show you how men will treat you. I’m doing you a favour.
The office was dead at this time of morning and I looked around bleakly, wondering why we had to be here so early. I guessed Mr Hunter had a lot of work to get through before the workday started. I sighed to myself because, inevitably, this also meant that my torture had started early and would take longer.
The reality turned out to be much more embarrassing.
Mr Hunter started as usual by ‘inspecting’ the chastity belt, congratulating me on my clean-shaven pussy. He sadistically tightened the belt a couple of notches further than he usually did, forcing the dildo deeper inside me so that I gasped from the deep penetration. Then he stood and his eyes flickered down over my breasts with a satisfied smile.
‘Take off your blouse, Molly,’ he said, the smile still curving the sides of his mouth.
This was new, an uncomfortable addition to the routine.
‘Don’t you have work to do?’ I asked, looking across to his desk. ‘Why do I have to take my shirt off?’
‘Because I told you to,’ Mr Hunter said, steel in his voice. ‘Take it off now, Molly, or I will punish you. And you won’t like it.’
I flushed, wishing I could lower my skirt back down over my crotch. It was too hard to argue with him when I was already half naked.
I swallowed, blushing hotly, and started fumbling at the tiny buttons, eventually getting them all undone and pulling the lacy white blouse off. Standing in front of Mr Hunter clad in just my bra, I felt suddenly so exposed. In the evenings he usually pulled my blouse open and manhandled my breasts outside my clothing, but at least I was still wearing the clothing. It felt wantonly indecent to strip while he watched.
Worse was to come.
‘Bra,’ he said curtly, his eyes fixed on mine. ‘Get your udders out, girl.’
Flushing red hot at the crude term, I unclipped my bra, pulling it right off me and dropping it onto the chair back where I had placed my blouse. I stood defiantly in front of him, tears in my eyes as I felt his gaze land on my completely naked upper torso.
‘That wasn’t so hard, was it, Molly?’ Mr Hunter said, his voice chastising and patronising at the same time.
I didn’t answer him, I just bit my lip and looked at the opposite wall, wondering when my torture was going to be over.
‘Was it, Molly?’ Mr Hunter snapped, his voice flicking at me like a whip. ‘Answer me, when I speak to you.’
‘N-no, Sir,’ I whispered, feeling humiliated and embarrassed, wondering all over again what I had done to deserve this.
Mr Hunter didn’t speak, just tightening his lips, and I wondered if he was going to punish me anyway. Sometimes he did punish me with small cruelties for small infractions, such as pinching my breasts with his hands or making me take a box of files back to the archive immediately after I had fetched it out for him, without him even opening it.
Right now it seemed that Mr Hunter was more interested in my breasts though, and I stood trepidatiously as he cupped both of my breasts in his hands, a smug smile on his face. My skin felt extra sensitive with him touching me.
‘I like girls with big tits,’ he said. ‘I don’t think yours have quite finished growing, which is even better. But I’m pretty sure…’ he paused as he squeezed one of my boobs, hard, running his fingers down across the fat globe down to the nipple.
I gasped at the sudden feeling of heat in my nipple, a sense of fullness and of release, and then I felt my eyes growing wider as a spurt of liquid gushed from my nipple and across my skin.
‘Yes,’ Mr Hunter said, sounding deeply triumphant. ‘I thought I felt some milk last night.’
He squeezed my boob again in the same motion and I felt myself holding my breath in fear, then I gasped uncontrollably as a second splash of liquid ran out of my nipple. It was milk, it had to be milk, and suddenly the increased size and sensitivity of my breasts over the last week made sense.
I looked at Mr Hunter with terrified betrayal in my eyes. What had he done to me? How was this happening?
‘Stupid girl,’ he said dismissively, and I flushed as he squeezed my other breast and a warm gush of milk spurted out of me, landing on his hand. Mr hunter licked the milk off his skin, smiling like a satisfied cat.
‘My very own milkcow,’ he said. ‘And your udders are so big, Molly. What a good dairy cow you’re going to be.’
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