Mind Controlled And Milked: Blossom
Book Five: Blossom
Romance, Erotica, Erotica Anthologies, Taboo, Erotica Shorts
| Author: | C A Castel | ISBN: | 9781311212252 |
| Publisher: | C A Castel | Publication: | May 11, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | C A Castel |
| ISBN: | 9781311212252 |
| Publisher: | C A Castel |
| Publication: | May 11, 2014 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Blossom's roommate, Amy had joined the White Lotus Foundation and abandoned her life under mysterious circumstances. After some investigation, she learns that there are others that have likewise had loved ones suddenly abandon their lives to join the clandestine company and she infiltrates their warehouse learning the truth behind the scenes. Contains Mind Control, Erotic Lactation, and Milking.
Excerpt
It was several agonizingly long minutes before the man moved away from the podium and walked to the large bin the woman had discarded her dress in. He then rolled the bin off into the warehouse, Blossom assumed he was taking the clothes to be cleaned. She hesitated for a moment making sure the coast was clear and then hurried to the doors just barely opening one and peeking inside.
She saw a large well lit warehouse split into four sections. One section was a residential area with out walls 3 levels high containing perhaps two hundred bunk beds, many with sleeping women in them. Next to it was a shower area also with out walls housing a couple dozen shower heads, toilets and sinks some occupied by women in various stages of hygiene maintenance. On the other side of the residential block was a long metal refrigerated troth with a couple dozen women knelt before it eating. Picking food out of it and placing it in their mouths in a hypnotic state. Beyond that was row after row of waist high white metal boxes with two large circular sockets on one side that was slanted at about a 30 degree angle, many of them filled by women knelt before them, their breasts stuck into the holes being pumped like docile cattle. Their milk was being ferried off through tubes to the large storage tank that disappeared into the back wall leading out behind the warehouse. A half dozen men in white jump suites went about individual tasks like tending to the food in the troth or checking on the milking machines.
'Oh my God! They are using them as human cows!'
Blossom looked for a place where she could hide inside the warehouse and take photos. there was a pallet of boxes marked as fresh produce. She quickly went through the door and hid behind the pallet of vegetables. She began to carefully poke her camera out and snap picture after picture. She scanned the room looking for Amy and spotted her kneeling before one of the milking machines. Her skin was covered in slash like bruises. It was like some one had dropped a whole box of drinking straws on her and everywhere one had touched her skin it left a black, blue, green or red mark.
'Fucking bastards have been whipping her! I'll make them rot in prison for this!'
She spent several minutes taking photographs during which three of the men in jump suits left through another door that led to the front of the building and the man that was posted at the podium in the clothing room had returned. She panicked. How was she going to get out past him now? She couldn't see him at his post and if she went over and peeked through the doors, any of the people on this side might see her. The other set of doors were way on the other side of the warehouse and there was no guarantee she could get out that way anyhow. She was going to have to just walk out like she belonged there and run if the guy in the clothing room or on the loading dock challenged her. She quickly looked through the pictures she had on her camera. It was enough for the press and would at least get a search of the facilities by the police and FBI. She looked out at the warehouse and saw that there was still only two men in white jump suites. That was good, while the Stepford Hucows would likely turn her in if they saw her, they seemed to be in bovine like states wondering from shower to troth to milking machine to bunk. It was unlikely any of them would notice her or even realize she didn't belong if they had. She decided to stop procrastinating and stood up as soon as both men were looking away. She walked casually to the door and walked through it like she worked there.
Blossom's roommate, Amy had joined the White Lotus Foundation and abandoned her life under mysterious circumstances. After some investigation, she learns that there are others that have likewise had loved ones suddenly abandon their lives to join the clandestine company and she infiltrates their warehouse learning the truth behind the scenes. Contains Mind Control, Erotic Lactation, and Milking.
Excerpt
It was several agonizingly long minutes before the man moved away from the podium and walked to the large bin the woman had discarded her dress in. He then rolled the bin off into the warehouse, Blossom assumed he was taking the clothes to be cleaned. She hesitated for a moment making sure the coast was clear and then hurried to the doors just barely opening one and peeking inside.
She saw a large well lit warehouse split into four sections. One section was a residential area with out walls 3 levels high containing perhaps two hundred bunk beds, many with sleeping women in them. Next to it was a shower area also with out walls housing a couple dozen shower heads, toilets and sinks some occupied by women in various stages of hygiene maintenance. On the other side of the residential block was a long metal refrigerated troth with a couple dozen women knelt before it eating. Picking food out of it and placing it in their mouths in a hypnotic state. Beyond that was row after row of waist high white metal boxes with two large circular sockets on one side that was slanted at about a 30 degree angle, many of them filled by women knelt before them, their breasts stuck into the holes being pumped like docile cattle. Their milk was being ferried off through tubes to the large storage tank that disappeared into the back wall leading out behind the warehouse. A half dozen men in white jump suites went about individual tasks like tending to the food in the troth or checking on the milking machines.
'Oh my God! They are using them as human cows!'
Blossom looked for a place where she could hide inside the warehouse and take photos. there was a pallet of boxes marked as fresh produce. She quickly went through the door and hid behind the pallet of vegetables. She began to carefully poke her camera out and snap picture after picture. She scanned the room looking for Amy and spotted her kneeling before one of the milking machines. Her skin was covered in slash like bruises. It was like some one had dropped a whole box of drinking straws on her and everywhere one had touched her skin it left a black, blue, green or red mark.
'Fucking bastards have been whipping her! I'll make them rot in prison for this!'
She spent several minutes taking photographs during which three of the men in jump suits left through another door that led to the front of the building and the man that was posted at the podium in the clothing room had returned. She panicked. How was she going to get out past him now? She couldn't see him at his post and if she went over and peeked through the doors, any of the people on this side might see her. The other set of doors were way on the other side of the warehouse and there was no guarantee she could get out that way anyhow. She was going to have to just walk out like she belonged there and run if the guy in the clothing room or on the loading dock challenged her. She quickly looked through the pictures she had on her camera. It was enough for the press and would at least get a search of the facilities by the police and FBI. She looked out at the warehouse and saw that there was still only two men in white jump suites. That was good, while the Stepford Hucows would likely turn her in if they saw her, they seemed to be in bovine like states wondering from shower to troth to milking machine to bunk. It was unlikely any of them would notice her or even realize she didn't belong if they had. She decided to stop procrastinating and stood up as soon as both men were looking away. She walked casually to the door and walked through it like she worked there.
