Epilogue

Mari, uncollared and unchained since her release, was running her show from my bed to keep me company. She blew me a kiss, pulling on her nipple chain as the fucking machine pounded her pussy at maximum speed. Her breath hitched, and it wouldn’t take long to push her over the edge.

“Thank you, my little pervs,” she cooed to the reassuring sound of incoming tips. “When I’m done with this, let’s get my ass plugged, okay? My lovely Carlita’s already stuffed, and I’m feeling a bit neglected.” She read something on the screen. “Yes, I’m gonna feed her as soon as I’m done here. She must be hungry by now.”

I mumbled something affirmative into my double-ended cock gag, secured by the straps of a leather head harness.

“You heard it, guys,” said Mari, squeezing her eyes shut. “Now let me come, and then we’ll continue.”

While the machine kept pounding her sopping cunt, pushing her toward ecstasy, my situation was far less pleasant. I clenched my sphincter around the base of the Goliath, stuck up my butt since the early morning. A week’s worth of shit had accumulated in my bowels, giving me cramps like rarely before.

It wasn’t my biggest concern.

The slots of my straitjacket exposed my heavy, gorgeous udders, grown to a massive size after months of hormone shots and frequent milking. I groaned, trying to sit up straight. The skin of my tits was pulled tight as a drum, my nipples were dripping, and the pressure was unbearable – had been for the last six hours. I gave the goat milker in the corner a longing stare, and if I had the use of my hands, I would have already milked myself.

On the bed, Mari’s eyes rolled back in her head as she reached a noisy climax. “God, I love this job!” She reached for the remote control to turn off the fucking machine. “Okay, guys, time for that feeding.”

She unbuckled my gag, and I worked my jaw, numb after hours of having my mouth propped open wide. Then she helped me lie down on my back and squatted over my face.

“I have quite a bit,” she said. “I guess you won’t need lunch.”

Her puckered asshole opened, and before I could see anything, the stench of her bowels hit my nose. I raised my head and stuck my tongue in, but backed down after I had a first taste. My viewers wanted to see it, so I couldn’t get too close.

Mari strained, her asshole opening wider as she pushed a long, soft piece into my mouth. It was too long to fully fit, a third of it sticking out. She moved to the side, and I waited to give everyone a good view. Applause roared from the speakers.

“Now eat, Carlita,” she said, using the dildo gag to push it all into my mouth. “Show us what a disgusting little whore you've become.”

She didn’t have to tell me twice. The taste was familiar: earthy and full of flavor, its consistency so soft that I almost didn’t have to chew. My cheeks bulged, but I managed to swallow everything and stuck out my tongue to prove that I had eaten it all.

“Good girl!” She gave me a kiss on the forehead. “You’re the best shit-eating whore we have down here, and we have quite a few. Want some more? I saved it all for you, bestie.”

I nodded eagerly and got two more servings until I was too full to continue. A mouthful of her piss washed it down. Of course, the gag went back in.

“I’ll ride your face later,” she said, buckling the straps. “All right, guys! Now that my ass is empty, let’s stuff it with something big to make Carlita proud. Not quite the Goliath, but we’re getting close.”

The door lock buzzed, and Paula entered the cell.

“I guess it’s time,” she said, wheeling the milker over. “Let’s drain those udders, shall we?”

I nodded emphatically.

She flicked the switch, and the machine hissed and hummed, this beautiful, soothing sound. I loved it, yearned for it. When she connected the teat cups to my swollen breasts, the relief was indescribable. In my old life, hundreds of girls had drained my balls, but this was better. Much better.

“Good, huh,” Mari said, lowering herself on the massive Atlas plug. “You look so sexy when you come, sweetie.”

The machine hummed, sucking the milk out of my overfull breasts. It didn’t take long. It never did. Chained to the wall in a straitjacket. Gagged with the taste of shit in my mouth. My packed bowels, my plugged ass, my milky breasts – the feeling was beyond description. I leaned back, my legs shaking uncontrollably.

I bit down hard on the massive rubber cock in my mouth. Big tips were coming in, waves of applause were roaring from the speakers. It was glorious. Suddenly, with the power of a freight train, I was there. I screamed my orgasm into the gag.

Just two more months until my debt was paid. I hoped they’d keep me on. I didn’t want to leave.