Thread: The Alice Affliction  Verse&Sesu

By then he had somehow been able to pull his pants up. His mouth never closed from those last grunts of ecstasy, but now it mainly stayed open out of surprise and later puzzlement. He had followed them because where else would he go, where would he get an explanation if he didn't enter through the door. The rabbit girl seemed not to worry that she had been in a club and then in a field of grass. The girl in black, enticing rage licking around her like vapor-shadow seemed strong, if only for the authority to make the rabbit stop their perversion. What could she do, what was her weapon? Illice looked around at the things that seemed simple at first glance before realizing nothing in this cottage was. The bottle and the suggestion from the girl in white caught his attention after that. He held the bottle up to the light, behind her head as he breathed against her lips. She awakened new vigor in his center just before he found himself outside again. What the fuck was all this? He ran his hand through his hair and blinked with wide eyes before following in the direction her finger had pointed, casting a look back every now and then. He stopped in front of the wooden structure and squinted in the dark at the illumination that came out from the springs and the window. The sounds that came to greet him seemed suspicious, familiar. What kind of animal was he milking, here? No matter. It wasn't like the situation could get any stranger. With a distressed sigh he made his way through the rickety double doors to halt in his tracks. He all but dropped his bottle, his mouth small with a restrained gasp. The stalls were low, metal constructions. While this was obviously a barn of some sort, the floor was clean. And at the far end of it, on all her fours, shackled loosely to the bars of her supposedly easy-to-escape prison was a fair skinned brown and white haired woman. Illice swallowed at her bare form, her breasts probably the reason she stayed crawling, their sizable flesh almost touching the floor with beautiful, large aureola and nipples to match. He looked at the bottle and then over at her. Despite morals and shame he'd been taught he found himself coming over to her. She looked back at him with brown eyes, curious but not too concentrated. He touched her face only to produce the same stare. With a shaky hand he caressed her shoulder and then her collarbone. He put the glass vial down to circle her low, roofless cage. His mouth turned dry when he stood behind her, the blatant and shameless display of her cunt - or what was visible of it for the obstructing piece that was lodge in there - and pucker on that beautiful downward row, splitting where her legs did, etching itself into his inner sight forever. The fence was even lower in the back. As if that was the most curious thing about this whole scene. At the end of her the plastic rod began, launched in her very pussy to either keep her in place or guarantee that she lactate. He shook his head in disbelief. Illice reached out a hand to touch her buttocks. She didn't react much, simply wiggling. He kept it there, stroking her soft skin until he felt comfortable enough to squeeze her. The sound that she made, low and primal, suggested she liked it. He swallowed saliva that was returning to his mouth and brushed his thumb over her asshole. She made an openmouthed cough and stirred in delight. He continued, of course, eyes wide and pants tight once more. A few minutes into this petting session he detect dripping among the sound of her unusual moans. Looking underneath her he noticed that her teats were leaking in pace with his caress. As if atomized he retrieved the bottle and put it under her right, swaying nipple just in time for the already limited flow to stop. Nothing would happen when he pulled slightly at the wet mammary. An evil relaxation popped into his mind, connecting what her switch must be. Once again his pants sounded against the floor, his already stimulated cock attentive and firm while his wet hand moistened her small hole for him. He could see her cunt beneath it leak something that looked suspiciously similar to the milk around its insertion. Closer to her front the same liquid started pouring onto the floor and bottle. The shackles ringed as they tried to contain her excitement. He stroked his cock with his milky hand, shivering at the perfect texture for its purpose before positioning the head of his member, proud to say it outsized the rod she already had. Now the milk started shooting two continuous rays on the floor and into the bottle, her sounds ever louder. Illice couldn't help but succumb to morbid curiosity and livid lust, pushing himself sadistically in through her round, folded muscle and deep into her rectum, listening not to the loud sound she replied with before he started assaulting her relentlessly, in tune with the chain beating against the floor which became increasingly soaked in what she produced through her dripping, impaled cunt and gigantic breasts.