['8767784', '【缚世绘】插画配文', '插画和文都是自己的', ['R-18', '中文', '拘束', '捆绑', '猿轡', '强制高潮', '緊縛', '放置', '伪装拘束', '榨汁'], 'LS13', 2] 黄色文学永久地址： huangsewenxue.com 最新的免翻地发布：huangsewenxue.net 自动回复邮箱：bijiyinxiang@gmail.com 第1章 《鲜榨奶快餐厅》 基于插画 《[[jumpuri: 鲜榨奶快餐厅 > https://www.pixiv.net/artworks/97488741]]》的世界观创作 背景： 城市的一角坐落着一家别致的快餐厅，乍一眼看和一般的快餐店没什么区别，熟悉的汉堡薯条冰淇淋……但是光顾过的客人都知道，这家快餐店还卖所谓的鲜榨奶，而且还是自助形式贩卖，顾客只需要买一个塑料杯，就可以无限次在散布于餐厅各个角落的饮奶机处续杯。当然并不是所有人都喜欢这饮料的独特口味，然而这样的特色饮品也确实在本地吸引了不少回头客；至于说他们鲜榨奶的配方却一直是客人们津津乐道的一个迷。 除此之外，还有另一件令人不解的事情：就在这家快餐厅开业不久之后，周围频频传来有年轻女性失踪的消息。消失的女性通常都是18-30岁之间，身份背景却各不相同，包括在此餐厅就餐过的顾客、应聘但被辞退的服务员，甚至还有在附近其他商铺工作的员工…… 故事： 星期五的下午，少女和往常一样坐着公车来到自己上班的地方——一家开在都市繁华商业街一角的夜总会。这几天她明显感觉到夜总会附近白天的人流量明显高于平常。 “什么快餐厅啊，都没听说过这牌子，怎么这么高人气？”少女路过门口时喃喃自语，“今天夜班估计又得加班挺晚，要不下了班就来这尝尝他们家汉堡到底有多好吃吧。” 夜总会的员工更衣室里，少女从自己的衣柜里拿出了一套崭新的工作服：胶质的紧身高叉抹胸、大网眼弹力背心和一双配套的网袜、一件基本扣不上的深灰色小马甲、一幅独立的衣领和宽头领带，以及一条稍微弯腰就能走光的皮裙。 虽然在这里已经工作了一个月了，而且因为来得早，更衣室里也没有其他同事，少女依然在换衣服的时候忍不住有些脸颊发烫。按公司要求，这套工作服下面是不能穿胸罩的。当少女把那件网眼背心穿上的时候，只感觉自己的两颗乳头被一格一格的网眼划的有些瘙痒，穿好之后胸前预留的两个大孔刚好能把少女的樱红的乳晕完美地暴露在胸前。 “呼……还好外面还有一层能遮一下。”少女接着赶快把那件高叉的胶衣穿上，胶衣穿在胸前有两片乳袋能勉强遮住她的两点，“总比没有好吧，只希望够紧身不会滑下来。”片刻之后，少女就换好了自己的整套工作服，其他同事也陆陆续续进来换衣服了。稍作休息之后，少女去到了自己负责的吧台准备开始新一天的工作。 凌晨四点的商业街，哪怕是白天最热闹的商铺，如果还没有关门那也像是黑夜中发着光的空鱼缸一样，温馨却孤独。 “啊……终于下班了”少女瘫在休息室的沙发里长吁一口气，“今天也是要命的一天，加上那些该死的油腻大叔总是想动手动脚的……幸好老板通融给我安排的是吧台调酒师的工作，我才不想穿着这一身去陪客人喝酒。” 唯一能不让筋疲力尽的少女就在这沙发上睡着的原因除了店门早上八点会上锁，还有她已经饿得咕咕叫的肚子。 “晚饭根本不顶饿啊，”少女想起今天路过的快餐厅上面写着“24小时营业”的标识，“还是就去对面吃顿快餐犒劳一下自己吧，管他的。” 因为实在太累，少女打算不换下自己的那套情趣工作服，而是披上一件大风衣，下摆遮到了自己的小腿肚；少女踢着自己高跟鞋快步地向对面发着暖光的快餐厅走去。 “顾不了这么多了，吃饭要紧，要是人太多，买了打包回来吃就好。”少女心里默默对自己说。 快餐厅里的自动门在少女面前打开，她双手紧紧把风衣在身上裹紧，在门口驻足片刻，对店里情况快速扫视了一圈。“呼，还好也就两三个人，”少女满意地松了口气，“而且还有自主点餐机，太好了。” 少女快速地在点餐机屏幕上下单了一个汉堡套餐，让少女有些不解的是，在选择配饮的时候，系统几次提醒她是否要本店特色“鲜榨奶”，连点数次之后系统似乎才“不情愿”地让她选择了自己想要的橙汁。“什么鬼啊，谁大半夜来快餐店喝奶啊！还‘特色饮品’，还能强买强卖了不成？”少女无语地默默在心里牢骚一顿。 五分钟过后，一位年轻的女服务生把少女的汉堡套餐送到她面前。少女注意到自己的饮料是盛满的一杯，而不是广告里说的可以去续杯的空杯子，忍不住向服务员确认了一下。服务员微笑地回答到，“我们店里的饮料只有购买了特色鲜榨奶才能自助续杯哦，其他饮品都是单品贩卖的，不好意思~”说完，服务生指了指店里一台悬在墙上的自助饮奶机。 “好吧，谢谢。”少女顺着服务生手势的方向看过去，应声回答到。少女咕咕叫的肚子以及他她面前诱人的汉堡套餐使他无暇再顾忌这奇怪的设定，没过多久，她就把餐盘里的食物和饮料一扫而光。 饱腹之后，少女这时脑子终于有了些空挡去注意这家快餐厅诸多让人觉得有些奇怪的地方：似乎有些过于大声的BGM、自助饮奶机上标记着“L”和“R”的按钮、墙上看似有些奇怪的海报…… 想着想着，少女的眼皮逐渐变得沉重起来，她只觉得充斥着目光里的暖光开始失焦，就在一下瞬间，少女的世界陷入了一片漆黑。 不知过了多久，少女的黑暗世界中传来了微弱的音乐声，渐渐地，声音开始在少女的耳中放大，没错，是那家快餐厅熟悉的BGM风格，并开始伴随着人群熙熙攘攘的声音。通过听觉的判断，少女先认定了自己还是在自己失去意识之前那熟悉的环境里，于是也放心地给自己一些时间让意识逐渐恢复到常态。 “我是在店里睡着了吗？”逐渐清醒的少女缓缓在嘈杂的声音包裹中缓缓睁开自己的眼睛，确意识到黑暗并没有消失，“嗯……？” 随着周围的声音越来越清晰，少女这才开始有些慌了神。“这里应该是那家快餐厅对吧，音乐声音很明显，而且，似乎周围也有好多人。可是为什么我什么都看不见？” 接下来的几十秒内，少女除了视觉的一切感官都开始苏醒，而且一切感官信息就像潮水一样汹涌地冲刷着少女困惑的大脑中。首先，她感觉到浑身一股燥热，四肢明显有些麻木和僵硬，手指到脚尖，强烈的挤压感从各处传来。而与此同时自己的下体和双乳各传来明显的鼓胀和满溢感。 惊恐之下，被黑暗吞噬的少女终于意识到自己竟然被不知道多少根皮带紧紧地拘束着，她的前臂被皮带紧密地绑在一起，举在自己的面前，丝毫不能动弹。少女本能等想用手指在黑暗中寻找皮带的搭扣，却发现自己的双手被一个皮革套子紧紧地包裹着，除了握拳以外，套子内的空间根本不够她纤细的十指有任何额外的动作。她用力地像把并拢束缚着的手臂摆脱开被固定的位置，却发现手腕和手肘处的皮带似乎是紧紧固定在少女面前的一面墙上的。 “我到底是在哪儿？”少女尽量让自己镇定下来理性地去思考自己的处境，却在下一瞬间被来自下体的强烈震动立马分散了注意力。少女的后庭和阴道内充斥着无法摆脱鼓胀感，长期在夜店工作的她见惯了成人世界的东西，也不需要多少时间就反映过来那是两根粗大的电动阳具正毫不留情地从两穴入侵着少女的体内。而这突如其来的刺激在少女双目不能视的情况下似乎放大了好几倍，直接让支撑着身体的双腿瞬时瘫软，少女以为自己下一秒就要跪了下去，却意外地感觉到自己的腰间受到来自三个方向的拉扯，帮助她稳定在原地。 而这时候少女终于开始完全感受到自己的双腿同样被数根皮带紧紧困在一起，脚上依然穿着上班时的那双高跟鞋，在全身重量的压迫下根本无法抬起一丝一毫。 “救命！”少女的求生本能开始发作，然而这句本该有穿透力的求救信号却从成了少女口中一句微弱的呜呜声。她才发现自己的双颌已经很久没有闭合了，比起额骨的酸痛，更让她在意的是口中那颗紧紧卡住阻止她发声的硬橡胶球。把注意力转移到自己的头部，少女开始明白自己为什么看不见任何事物——自己的双眼被一个厚重的眼罩紧紧遮住，眼罩通过两根皮带紧紧绑在自己的后脑勺，而这对皮带似乎还跟固定嘴里口球的皮带相连，纵横交错地压迫在自己的脸颊和下巴，又延伸到头部两侧、前额和头顶。 少女的嘴角和下巴感到一丝清凉，那是她不断流下的口水在顺着她的皮肤缓慢向下爬行。一阵羞耻感袭来，少女本能地想要甩掉这逐渐下垂的银丝，却发现自己的整个头都在向后上方被拉扯着，头上的皮带汇聚在头顶，通过一根连接在身后墙上的金属棒紧紧地把她头部固定成一个后仰的角度，而之前来自腰间的拉扯感估计也是同样的原理。 终于，在混乱和黑暗中，少女对自己的处境有了一个大概清楚的认识。自己此刻正穿着自己的露骨的工作服（的一部分），高叉胶衣抹胸和短裙不见了踪影，双目被遮住，嘴巴被口球堵住，全身被复杂严密的皮带拘束着，这些皮带网又连接在放置自己的狭小空间的前、后、左三面墙壁上，当然，还有在身体里不断用随机频率工作的两根粗大电动阳具…… “所以……如果这里是那家快餐店，那我又在快餐店的哪里……周围的人……都在哪儿……”少女的身体一边和疼痛和快感对抗，一边尝试思考着，“还有……为什么胸部……也好胀……” 接下来的片刻，少女脑中的困惑几乎同时获得了解答。 “爸爸我想喝鲜榨奶！”一声尖锐稚嫩的声音突破人群的嘈杂，穿过墙壁，传到少女耳中。通过听觉的判断，说话的孩子几乎就站在少女面前，他们之间仅有一墙之隔，“爸爸帮我接一杯好吗！” 紧接着是一个成年男人低沉的声线，“好啊，你先回去跟妈妈坐着，爸爸一会就回来。” 这一切发生的太快，少女本能地受到惊吓想往后退，奈何自己现在的处境让她像雕像一样留在原地纹丝不动，只能屏住呼吸，努力用耳朵去判断接下来发生的事。 “这个自助饮奶机设计的好奇怪……”少女听到墙那边的男人的自言自语，虽然微弱，但依然可以辩清，不由得惊讶于这墙是有多薄，“L和R？这不是冷和热的意思吧……左和右？饮料分什么左右？” “左右？”墙内的少女也跟着陌生男人的声音一起思考起来，“什么意……” 还没等少女结束自己的疑问，突然，自己的左胸传来一阵剧烈的疼痛，要不是嘴里的口球，恐怕少女早就放声尖叫起来。疼痛之余，少女感觉到自己的左乳正在被一股强大的吸力吮吸着。无法忍受这种怪异的感觉，少女开始在全身的束缚下疯狂地挣扎，不断摇晃着胸前的双乳想要摆脱这股莫名的力量。而与此同时下体两穴里的阳具好像变得空前的疯狂，除了震动，还开始在她的体内扭动、搅拌…… 然而少女无谓的挣扎只让她陷入了更深的绝望，她意识到下体的两根阳具被穿过胯部的皮带死死地压着，根本让不出一毫，阳具剧烈的震动甚至通过皮带传导到了她身体的两侧和胸前。至于双乳，少女疯狂的摇晃让她感觉到自己乳房上吸盘似乎是通过管道接入了前方的墙壁中。 “吸盘……管道……乳房……鲜榨奶……”少女最后残存的理智让她彻底明白了她现在的处境，而用完了这仅存的理性之后的她，终于在自己的挣扎中屈服于了来自全身上下如洪水般的快感。 在这约一平米的的密闭空间里，少女的泪水、口水和淫水肆无忌惮地飞溅、混着在了一起。 高潮淹没了少女通红的肉体，在她连绵不断此起彼伏的呜咽呻吟中，被真空吮吸着的左乳也终于屈服，滋滋地喷出了一股又一股温热的乳汁。 乳汁顺着透明的管道，最终流入了墙外的饮奶机，在一阵机器的嗡嗡声中，少女的乳汁在机器内部经过一系列快速的处理和混合，就这样被做成了一杯“特色鲜榨奶”，盛入了在机器面前等待的男人的杯中。 “还真是有点慢啊……”男人端起这杯温热的鲜榨奶自言自语，“这个机器是不是有点故障啊，怎么看别人接的都挺快的。”男人拿着饮料，转身快速向早已在座位等的不耐烦的儿子走去，心里还在琢磨刚刚是不是隐约听到了类似女人娇喘的奇怪声音，不过在餐厅嘈杂和在自己家人欢快的气氛下，这样的想法自然很快就被抛在脑后了。 这是城市一个阳光明媚的星期六中午，繁华的商业街一处新开张不久的快餐厅正用它的特色鲜榨奶欢迎着形形色色前来享受美好时光的客人们。 完 ———————————————————————————————————————————————— “哈……呜嗯……身体……已经快到极限了……不能再榨了……谁……谁来放我出去……不行……不能叫出声……会被发现……哈……啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊又来了……” 第2章 Fresh Milk Fastfood Chain Based on my illustration - [[jumpuri:Fresh Milk Fast-food Chain > https://www.pixiv.net/artworks/97488741]] Background: On the first impression, this fastfood restaurant looks just like any other ones in this big city. Here, you can get your typical hamburgers, fries, ice-creams, you name it. However, for whoever that has ever been to this place, they would know besides all those, you can also order a cup specifically for the unique Fresh Milk that allows unlimited times of refills. However, reasonably not every customer would dig the unique flavor of this signature drink served only at the Fresh Milk Fastfood Chain. Though undoubtedly, such special service has attracted a bunch of local second-timers to revisit the restaurant frequently. As for the recipe of this so-called Fresh Milk, it remains a hotly discussed urban myth among all its lovers. Besides the mysterious recipe of the Fresh Milk, there is also another puzzle that perhaps raises a much more serious attention among people - since the restaurant’s opening, numerous missing person reports have been filed concerning young women typically aged from 18 to 30, with various backgrounds, including customers to the restaurant itself, its former employees, even workers from other places located in the vicinity of the Fresh Milk Fastfood Chain… Story: On a Friday afternoon, a young girl took the bus and arrives at her workplace - a nightclub located at a corner on the city’s commercial street. Girl notices that the once rather quiet street outside the nightclub has grown significantly more populated during the day due to the newly-opened fastfood restaurant right across the club over the past few days. “Never heard of this name before, wonder how come it is so popular?” Girl thinks to herself while walking past the restaurant’s front door, “Maybe I’ll give its hamburger a try after tonight’s shift.” Inside the employee dressing room, Girl takes out a set of brand new uniform from her personal wardrobe. It consists of a high leg leotard made of latex, a stretchy fish-net tank top which goes with a pair of fishnet stockings, a dark grey vest that virtually cannot be buttoned, a set of wide collar separated from a shirt paired with a necktie, and an erotically short miniskirt. Despite having been working at this nightclub for more than a month, as well as the fact that it is still too early for any other colleagues to show up in the same room, Girl still can’t help but blush while dressing herself up in her uniform. By company code, no bras are allowed underneath. As Girl stretches the fishnet tank top over her naked body, her fully exposed pair of sensitive nipples are gently caressed by the nylon of the fish net over and over again, sending pulses of arousing sensations all around her breasts. When finished, the precut holes located in the front of the stretchy top are just big enough to allow Girl’s peachy areolae being proudly displayed. “Well, thanks to the outer layer I guess,” Girl swiftly puts on the latex leotard which has two pedals in the front that barely covers her nipples, “Better than nothing. Fingers crossed they don’t slip down during work.” Moments later, as others are starting to arrive, Girl finishes her dressing and heads towards the bar area in preparation for the start of her night shift. The commercial hub of the city at 4 am in the morning hosts only a few shops that still remains open. No matter how much they were filled during the day, at this hour, all would transform into glowing fish tanks radiating with both coziness and lonesomeness. “Finally…”Girl curled herself in the couch in the lounge, sighing in relief, “Another long night dealing with those assholes who just can’t keep their filthy hands off of me. Luckily, boss gave me that bartender job so that I wouldn’t be serving customers while wearing these.” At this moment, besides the fact that the building will be closed and locked in about 4 hours, the only thing that keeps Girl from falling asleep right here in the couch is her growling empty stomach . “Dinner obviously failed to last,” Girl recalls the 24/7 sign outside the Fresh Milk Restaurant and thinks to herself, “What the hell, I’m gonna let go for just one night.” Due to her exhaustion, Girl has no intention of changing. She grabs her long coat and wraps her body up, leaving only the bottom half of her fishnet legs and the glossy pair of high heels catching light in the gloriously warm glow of the fastfood building as she hastily walks towards it. “No time to mind too much. If there are too many people I’ll just grab a take-out and have it back in the lounge.” Girl mumbles to herself. Girl’s grips tighten the wrapping of her long coat in a cross-armed fashion while the automatic glass door of the restaurant smoothly opens before her. Girl takes a few seconds before fully entering the place to do a quick scan of the restaurant’s interior. “Only a couple of other people scattered around, nice.” Girl thinks in relief, “And we even got self-serving ordering machines, perfect!” With only a few taps and swipes, Girl has finished ordering her burger set meal from the glowing screen. However, one thing that baffles her a bit is that while selecting her drink which goes with the meal, the same prompt relentlessly jumps on the screen to ask her if she is “sure not to try out our special Fresh Milk?” After a couple times of Girl’s resolute taps, the ordering machine finally gives in and let Girl chooses her orange juice, reluctantly. “What the hell,” Girl grunts in silence, “who orders milk in a fastfood place at 4am? The computer almost seemed intimidating when it kept prompting the same message over and over. Crazy AIs.” Five minutes later, a young waitress brings the meal to Girl’s table. Girl notices that her orange juice is already filled in a glass, instead of what she imagined to be an empty cup which allows for unlimited refills. Girl checks with the waitress about her drink service before she turns around. “My apologies, but only our Fresh Milk allows for refilling. All other drinks are sold just like in other typical restaurants.” The waitress replies with a gentle smile while gesturing towards one of the milk dispensers hanging on the wall. “Got it, thanks.” Girl looks in the pointed direction. Her growling stomach keeps her mind from over analyzing this rather peculiar setting of this already bizarre restaurant. She finishes her meal in almost an instant. Now with a full bowl, Girl finally has some free space in mind to notice a handful of strange findings in this place: the noisily loud background music, the glowing “L” and “R” buttons on the milk dispensers, and the weird-looking posters hanging all over the walls… As her thoughts continue, Girl’s eyelids start to grow heavier second by second. The warm interior lights are starting to blur out of focus. And in a fleeting moment, the world around her silently falls into a black abyss. Faint and muffled music creeps into Girl’s pitch black world after god-knows how long. Gradually the environment noises grows louder and clearer in Girls ears - it is the familiar restaurant’s music no doubt, mixed with indistinguishable crowd’s noise that fades in and out. Judging with her hearing, Girl recognizes in a slight relief that she is still in that familiar surrounding before she passed out, thus willfully gives herself ample time to allow her consciousness to slowly recover to normal. “I must have fallen asleep in the restaurant,” Girl thinks to herself while slowly lifts her heavy eyelids up, only to realize that the darkness persists nonetheless, “What…?” The sounds of her surrounding become more definite, Girl starts to slightly panic. “This must be that fastfood place. I know this music… so many people around me. But why can’t I see a thing?” Within the next dozens of seconds, most sensors of Girl’s body are beginning to awake. Her mind is suddenly flooded with sensory information like roaring tides flushing towards the shore. First, she feels this heat that hugs her entire body. Then, there is obvious numbness coming from all her limbs, running from the tips of her fingers all the way to that of her toes. Strong tensions are felt from every place of her skin, while her rectum, vagina and breasts in particular are overrun by uncomfortable sensations of fullness and swollenness. Girl recognizes in utter shock that her forearms are tightly bound together in parallel by leather straps, while being held right in front of her face firmly in place. Naturally she tries to move her fingers in search of the buckle of the strap that squeezes her wrists inseparable. However, she finds her hands being tightly wrapped inside a leather bag, in which the space only allows her elegant fingers to gesture in nothing but fists. She tries to wiggle her tightly bound arms out of place, only to find that the straps at her elbows and wrists are firmly attached to a wall one step in front of her. “Where the hell am I?” Girl tries to calm herself and think rationally despite every reason to panic. But her effortfully conjured rationality is crudely cut short by an electrifying pulse of vibration coming from between her thighs. It doesn’t take long for a nightclub bartender who has seen much of the adult world to realize what are penetrating her vagina and anus so mercilessly are two vibrating dildos with ridiculous sizes. Such sensation is so abrupt and strong that it renders Girl’s legs completely strengthless in an instant. As she prepares to fall on the ground, to Girl’s surprise, her waist feels pulling tensions from three directions which helps her body stay almost absolute still despite losing all her strength in that moment. It is also at this moment, Girl finds that her thighs and legs are meticulously bound by straps, too. And her tiring numb feet are still wearing that pair of high heels from work, unable to be lifted even half an inch from the ground. “Help!” Girl tries to scream as her survival instinct kicks in. However, this word never comes out of her mouth as loud and clearly as she imagines. Instead this call is rendered as nothing but a faint muffled whine. Her jaws are now realized to have been forcibly opened wide for a long time. What concerns Girl more than the ache of her opening jaws is that huge hard silicone ball firmly planted inside her mouth. Shifting her attention towards her head, Girl begins to understand what is imprisoning her inside this world of darkness - a heavily thick blinder is tightly strapped around her upper face, completely covering her eyes. The straps of the blinder also seem to be connected to that of the ball gag. A complex series of straps run across all dimensions of her head, firmly pressing down on her cheeks, chin, forehead and the sides and top of her head. Girl notices a delicate sensation of coolness at the corners of her lips and the edge of her chin. It is her uncontrollably excreted saliva slowly crawling downwards along her skin. She tires to shake off this silver drool as shame creeps into Girl’s mind. But soon she finds her entire head is somehow being pulled from above. All the straps meets at the top of her head, and are eventually connected to a metal rod that extends off of the wall behind, securing her head steadily in a back-bent fashion. Such tension is similar to that she felt on her waist. Eventually, Girl gathers herself up and makes a general recognition of her current situation amid all the chaos and darkness: She is at the moment still wearing her erotically revealing uniform (at least a part of it), with only the latex leotard and the miniskirt missing. Her eyes are blinded and her mouth is gaged. Her whole body is tightly restrained by an intricately complex leather harness and straps, which are somehow connected to the walls that forms the tiny space in which she is being held. And of course, on top of everything mentioned, there are the two sinister vibrating dildos diligently working inside Girl’s body. “If this…this is that restaurant…where exactly am I inside it? All the people around me…where are they?” Girl still has not given up her will to think as her body fights against the numbing aches and strangely pleasant sensations mixed together, “And my breasts…my breasts feel so weird…they feel… full..” Within the next few moments, all her questions in mind will be answered altogether. “Daddy! I want Fresh Milk!” A high-pitched childish voice pierces through the noise of the crowd before reaching in Girl’s ears, “Could you fetch me a cup, pleeeeease!” Judging by the sound’s clarity and loudness, Girl fears that the talking kid is almost standing right in front of her, with only a wall in between. Following the kid’s cry, comes a much deeper voice of an adult male, “Go sit with your mom first, Daddy will be back in a sec.” This sudden and clear conversation takes place so fast that Girl instinctively tries to move a step backwards in shock. But given her current situation, she manages nothing but to remain still like a sculpture stored in a tight closet. Girl nervously holds her breath in her own darkness. She has no choice but to helplessly witness what is going to happen with only her hearing as her last yet deprived sensory ability. “What an oddly designed milk dispenser…” Girl hears the man’s mumbling in exclamation of how thin the wall could be, “‘L’ and ‘R’? What kind of drink comes with left and right categories?” “Left and right?” Girl finds herself wondering together with the man behind the walls, “What the…” Before Girl can even finish that sentence in her head, a crippling pulse of pain is sparked on top of her left breast. She would have screamed and cried so loud if not for the ball gag inside her mouth. Amid the pain, Girl senses her left nipple being vacuum-sucked by a powerful force. Unable to bear for a second longer, Girl begins to struggle with all her remaining strength despite the meticulous restrains all over her body, shaking and swaying her bloated breasts desperately trying to break free from this unnamable sinister force. Almost menacingly, the two dildos inside her rectum and vagina starts to go frenzy as if they have suddenly gained sentience. On top of their vibration they added additional movements of worming and stirring inside Girl’s two tightly filled tunnels. Girl’s meaningless struggle only sinks her mind deeper down the swamp of despair as she notices the dildos are pressed inwards through her two holes mercilessly by the strap that runs between her thighs over her crotch. The mad vibration even transmits itself long the straps to the rest of her body. As for her breasts, Girl senses with her swaying and wiggling that the sucking discs which vacuum her nipples seem to be connected towards the wall by some kind of tubes. “Vacuum…tubes…breast…Fresh Milk…” The last remaining grip on reality has helped her finally fully understand what is being done to her. When this last bit of rationality also depletes, Girl finally succumbs within her own struggles to the mad tides of climax waves that floods every single bit of her burning body. Inside the four closely spaced walls, in this lonely tiny sealed space, Girl’s tears, saliva, and all other cum excretions squirts, ejaculates, splatters and blends waywardly and chaotically as her spirit also breaks free from her flesh imprisonment for what feels like an eternity. Girl’s glowing body drowns under her climax tides. In her undulating whines and groans, the last line of her defense finally breaks as her left nipple, which has been relentlessly power sucked, squirts out streams and streams of warm breast milk out into the conducting tube. Freshly pumped milk flows smoothly along the tube before finally entering the milk dispenser machine on the other side of the wall. After a brief machine humming, a girl’s breast milk thus undergoes a series of swift processing and blending inside the dispenser before eventually fills up the long-awaiting empty cup underneath the nozzle. Such is the full making process of the Fresh Milk at the Fresh Milk Fastfood Chain. “Well, it sure takes its time.” The man picks up the comfortably warm cup now filled with Fresh Milk while mumbling to himself, “Maybe this particular dispenser needs some maintenance. I didn’t see others wait this long.” The man quickly turns around with the drink in hand and walks towards his already impatient son, who bursts into pure excitement when seeing his father return with his favorite drink. If it is not for the overall crowdedness inside this restaurant filled with happy chatty people, as well as the delightful mood of his own family, the man perhaps would take just a moment to wonder what he thinks he might have heard while waiting for his drink being made - some weird groaning noise of a woman? No way. Alas, no room for this kind of unhealthy delusions in such an innocent family-friendly place. It is a beautiful Saturday afternoon blessed with adorable sunshine out in the flourishing commercial hub of the city. A newly opened fastfood restaurant is welcoming its joyful customers with its signature Fresh Milk drinks. The end _______________________________________________________________ “UM…HMMM…I…PLEASE…NO MORE…THERE IS NO MORE TO GIVE………………………………………………… SOME…SOMEONE PLEEEEEASE……NO…CANT BE TOO LOUD…CANT BE SEEN LIKE THIS………………………………………………………………………AHHHHHHH…NOT AGAIN…………..!” 原始地址：https://www.pixiv.net/novel/show.php?id=8767784 黄色文学永久地址： huangsewenxue.com 免翻发布：huangsewenxue.net 自动回复箱：bijiyinxiang@gmail.com 或者：https://www.pixiv.net/novel/series/8767784 总之就是这俩中的一个