Chapter 6
Nancy was a new mother, and a very happy one.
She'd given birth to a gorgeous little baby girl, and loved to breast-feed the child. It was a very maternal action, something that made her feel warm and loving.
And something that left her husband ice-cold. Bruce was furious.
Nancy had such gorgeous breasts, and had always let him suck on them before, sometimes during, and even after fucking.
They'd been married for almost three years, and they'd fucked every single night of their life.
So there was no reason why, he figured, once she gave birth, he couldn't get some of that milk.
But Nancy was adamant.
She said no.
And that was that.
He wasn't going to get any of it, she told him, with a fierce look on her face. It wasn't meant for him, it was for the baby!
He'd heard the nightmare stories from other men about how, once the baby came along, they were given over to the kid.
How, one the baby arrived, they were forced to take a backseat to their wives' attentions.
It wasn't fair.
It wasn't right.
And there was nothing you could do about it!
So it was that Bruce found himself in the corner neighborhood bar, that Saturday afternoon, drowning his sorrows in a glass of beer.
"What's the problem, sport," the bartender asked him.
Being behind the stick made you an expert on weekend afternoon drinkers.
Bruce, having a couple of pints under his belt, spilled his guts out.
He told the bartender how he couldn't get any tit and nipple from his beautiful but hoplessly distant wife.
When he was finished, the bartender wrote down a telephone number for him.
"Call this woman, Linda, and tell her your problems. I think she'll know what to do...."
It was the number of the Sadists Torture Pit.
Linda picked up the receiver on the other end, and arranged for Bruce to bring Nancy to the Pit that following evening.
Nancy seemed annoyed.
She had to get a babysitter at the last minute.
And she really didn't feel like going out.
What was the big deal?
Why did they have to visit this Linda person, anyway?
She wouldn't have gone, if Bruce hadn't been so insistent.
She'd never seen him like this.
It was more of that pain-in-the-ass behavior of his lately ... more of the kind of thing that he'd been pulling ever since the baby was born.
Why the hell he should want to deprive the baby of her milk ... that really got her pissed!
She was kind of sullen as they drove to the Pit.
She had no idea what was about to be done to her.
The only clue that anything was up was the look of smug determination on Bruce's face.
Well, let him be smug, she thought to herself.
We'll see how much he gets when we get home. They pulled up to the Pit. "What's this place," Nancy asked. "Just get out of the car," Bruce said. Nancy shrugged.
They walked together to the front door. Bruce knocked.
Linda opened the iron, nondescript from door. "Good evening," she said, in her warm, seductive voice.
She was wearing a long, leather gown, with high heels, and obviously very sheer stockings.
There was something immediately terrifying, menacing about this woman.
Nancy wanted to go.
She thought it was not the right place to be.
She wished she were back in her own home.
But, to be polite, she said nothing and smiled.
Even accepted a drink that was offered to her.
She had no idea, when she became a little dizzy a couple of minutes later, that it was all due to the drink....
"I think ... I think we need to go home, Bruce...."
"I don't think so...." her husband said.
Linda smiled.
She pushed a button.
Earl came into the room.
Earl was one of her master slaves.
Earl was a specialist in tit torture.
"Take her in the special room, Earl, and let the show begin...."
"I don't understand ... what's ... what's going on...."
"Just relax, darling...." Linda said, putting a finger on her own chin ... "It's just a little ... lesson in being nicer to your husband."
The last thing that Nancy saw before being led away was her smiling husband's face.
She was really worried now.
She knew she was in for it.
Linda, meanwhile, went over to Bruce and unzipped his pants.
"Take it out for me...."
He did as he was told.
It was, of course, rock hard.
"Yes...." she said, as she took it in her hand.
She began to move it up and down, pulling and pushing the skin....
"Your wife's been giving you a ... hard time...."
She emphasized the word hard.
"Yeah...." Bruce said....
"Are you going to want to watch the show...."
"Huh ... yeah ... I guess."
Linda led him by his cock to the one-way mirror room.
"You'll have to take your clothes off." Bruce didn't hesitate.
He was out of his duds in a second and a half.
The only thing he had to be careful about was getting his cock back through his open zipper, so he wouldn't catch it on the teeth as he removed his pants.
Linda surveyed her new charge.
He had a nice set of balls, big fat ones.
And a heavy-looking cock.
No wonder his wife was a little turned off. The thing was probably a real bruiser.
Now, she made Bruce sit in the special leather chair.
In a flash, she had him bound into it.
"What ... what are you doing...." he asked, as he felt the leather belts tighten around his arms and legs.
"Just making sure ... you don't change your mind when you see what we do to your wife...."
Bruce swallowed hard.
He stared into the room, as slowly, the window cover was being raised, to reveal the action.
He swallowed and gulped hard when he saw his wife, being led with her hands tied behind her back, stripped down completely naked, in the chamber!
She was remarkably docile.
"She's learned her lessons well, I see," Linda said.
"I don't understand...."
"I'm sure Earl had to give her bottom a few ... convincing slaps before she understood that she was to obey his every command."
Linda smiled.
The thought that his wife would take such a punishment sent a cold flash through his body.
It was a wonderful feeling to know that your wife was being punished like that.
The only thing missing was the fact that he didn't get a chance to do it himself.
Now, suddenly, it all came together.
You had to spank your woman if you wanted her to respond properly.
That made sense.
That made all the sense in the world....
Bruce made himself a mental note. From now on, when Nancy misbehaved, he'd spank her.
But for the moment, there was nothing he was going to be able to doo.
He couldn't even scratch his own nose, if he wanted to.
He was that secured.
Linda sat down next to him.
He could smell her sharp, leather outfit.
He could see her most, wet lips, as she sat down next to him.
And he could feel her hands as she got busy on his prick, touching him, squeezing him, making him go hard with desire.
For her.
"Easy, boy ... you better watch what hap pens to your wife...."
He turned his attentions, as best he could, toward the action that was happening in the other room.
To his wife.
He couldn't believe it.
She was going to receive the presser!
He didn't know that that was the name of the equipment, but that was obviously what it was intended for.
First, though, Nancy was going to have to get a little more of the spanking.
She was being a little obstinate.
Jesus, Bruce thought, didn't she ever understand that there were times you just had to sit back and punt?
Now, though, he watched, fascinated, as Earl took his wife over his knees, with her hands still tied behind her back.
This was done so as to make sure that she had absolutely no physical leverage.
If she did, then she might try to avoid his hands.
Her legs were allowed to touch bottom.
Her head was forced to dangle, so that her hair was dangling down in front of her eyes.
Then the spanking began.
He was very serious in his application.
He gave her a series of hot smacks across her bottom, alternating left and right, so that he got both cheeks.
At first, Nancy tried to show that she could take all that he could give.
She hardly moved.
But that didn't last very long.
After a couple of more smacks, she began to jump and jerk with every one.
And now, she really was having a hard time, as she tried to turn her head around and ask for mercy.
But Earl wasn't into giving her anything so nice as mercy!
He was really tanning her hide, hitting her over and over again, smacking her bottom and making her move, over and over again, until she thought she was going to lose her mind!
The tears began after that, and the whimpering.
"Jesus...." Bruce said, fascinated, as he watched his wife receive the punishment she obviously deserved.
Linda was holding his prick firmly.
"Do you like what you're seeing?"
"God...." Bruce said, in a choked voice. "It's incredible...."
"Wait until you see what comes next...."
He didn't have to wait for long.
Now, Earl made her get on her knees, in front of the presser.
She looked at him with a pleading, soulful look in her eyes. Wasn't the smacking punishment enough? Was she going to have to go through this, too?
Early only smiled as he reached down and took each of her full, milky breasts, and laid them on the surface of the equipment.
They were laid out, so that they were resting on the cold slab.
Now, he began to turn the crank, slowly , so that the top part of the presser began to come down.
The full realization of what was about to be done to her finally hit home!
"No ... don't ... ooh, please ... don't do this to me ... I'll do anything ... anything ... oh, God, please...."
But her pleadings fell on deaf ears. There was nothing she was going to be able to do to stop Earl from turning that wheel.
"Jesus," Bruce said, as he watched his wife being submitted to the torture!
"I don't think ... she'll be able to take that...." he said.
Linda increased the action of her hand on his cock. "She'll take it ... she has to ... "
"What do you mean...."
There was a wicked smile on her face. "She has no choice...." Bruce knew it was true.
He was responsible for what he'd done to his wife. He was the one who'd placed her in the machine. He was the one who'd done all this to her. And now, he was being forced to watch his wife take the supreme torture.
Now, Earl's turning of the wheel had just brought the top of the presser down to her tits.
They waited, everyone, for what Earl was going to next.
He surprised Nancy, by bending over and giving her a soft, wet, kiss on her mouth.
He let his lips come to her and cling, so that he was kissing her deeply.
It was like a final kiss before the execution.
Nancy received his hot mouth, and in spite of all the fear and trepidation she was feeling, returned his advances with deep thrusts of her own.
Now, when he took his mouth away from her, he was able to see the tears coming freely down her face.
He used his thumbs to wipe them away.
"Please ... don't ... don't...."
But Earl was relentless.
Now, he began to turn the wheel once more.
Every turn brought a deeper, harder pain to her tits, as they began to get squeezed between the metal slabs of the presser.
She thought she was going to go out of her mind!
As did Bruce, whose cock was dribbling with lubrication, under the expert hands of Linda.
He was caught between the supreme pleasure, and the awful torture of seeing his wife being put through the agony of tit torture!
Yet, he couldn't take his eyes off it.
Now, each turn brought a louder, and more fearsome scream from Nancy.
Her tits were being squeezed, all the way down, flattened almost like pancakes.
Her face was twisted with the agony.
Her mouth was open, and there were screams and shouts, and finally her tongue coming out of it ... there were all kinds of excrutiating expressions on her face, as she moved her head from side to side, trying, in vain, to somehow get relief from all that was being done to her....
But there was no relief to come.
Now, each turn of Earl's wheel produced another, even more exotic effect.
Her milk-fed tits were beginning to offer down their milk!
There was a small drain in the front of the device, the kind that is on those soda machines in fast food stores.
It was collecting the milk that was coming out of her tits!
"NO.. MORE.. NO.. MORE.. PLEASE ... "
But Earl was intent on getting every drop!
He continued the torture, until finally, with one eye-popping look of pain and exasperation, Nancy leaned forward, and fainted.
It was the last fillip for Bruce.
Under the careful nurturing of Linda, he started to come, shooting out of control at the sight of his wife's complete sexual domination!
When he was finished, he was allowed to get out of the chair.
And kiss Linda's feet.
"Go down there, boy and thank me properly...." He did as he was told.
He lapped at her toes, letting his tongue go all the way in, and then out again.
He was between every one, thankful for all that she had done for him.
"This way," she said, as she led him out of the special one-way room.
"Let's have a little toast," she said, as she held her glass high in the air.
"To Nancy ... and her milk...."
She smiled, as she drank her champagne.
Then Earl came into the room.
He had a smile of supreme satisfaction on his face.
Bruce wondered if he'd fucked his wife.
He was carrying a container of what looked like milk!
"Now, the real toast," Linda said. Three glasses were passed around. Earl filled them from the container. Linda held hers up to the light. "Smooth ... white ... creamy ... altogether delicious...."
She then clanked glasses with Earl and Bruce, before putting it to her lips and drinking it down.
Bruce loved the taste of his wife's milk.
He drank it eagerly, even accepting a second fill-up.
"I think this should teach your wife a good lesson," Linda said.
Finally, Nancy was brought into the room.
Her hands were still tied behind her back, but at least they'd put a robe on her.
"Well," Linda said to the woman, "Are you going to change your ways, with your husband?"
"Yes...." the woman said, her head staring down, humbly, to the floor.
"I think you need some refreshement."
Linda poured some milk out for the woman, and forced her to drink some of her own breast fluids!
They all watched, fascinated, as Linda held the glass to the girl's mouth.
When that was finished, she kissed her on the lips, to lick off the excess.
"Now, I think you'd both better go...."
It was the kind of nice adieu that made Linda's such a classy torture chamber.
Outside, Bruce didn't say anything.
He took his wife's hand and told her, simply, when they got home, he was looking forward to sucking on her tits.
"Oh, yes, darling ... whatever you say...."
That was more like it.
That was the way he expected his wife to answer to him.
After all, he was the undisputed head of his house now!
He had shown her what the penalities were for disobeying him, or for making him secondary to the child.
There was a time and a place for everything, and if she didn't comply with him on that, then she would have to return to the Sadists Torture Pit!
She knew her place now, she assured him.
When they got home, she let him suck her tits to his heart's content, giving down her milk to him and letting him make a meal out of her.
As long as she never had to get pressed again, she'd be the perfect wife!
She stroked her husband's face as he sucked!