Kassie's Service by Elliot Silvestri

she knew what was
going to happen. While she didn’t exactly dread the ordeal she was about to endure
she didn’t understand the ritual either. Joseph spent a few minutes adjusting
the device and bench to make them the right heights.
    “Do you know what this is?” he asked her as he worked.
    “Not exactly. Looks like some suction thing for my tits.”
    “Exactly right. Well, almost exactly right. It’s a
modified breast pump. Top of the line. A friend of mine made some changes to
it. Nothing that will hurt you, of course. You know that breast pumps are to
help out nursing mothers while they’re at work and need to express their breast
milk to feed babies, right?”
    “Yeah.”
    He moved a support upward so that it just met her breast
and downward pointing nipple.
    “Did you know that some women, usually ones that are
anticipating adopting a baby, often use breast pumps to induce lactation.”
    Kassie wasn’t that surprised to learn that piece of
information. “I didn’t know that.”
    She hadn’t connected the dots yet. “You have pretty
breasts, Kassie,” he told her. “But I find them a little small. As I’m sure you
know a woman’s breast size changes according to her cycle and with changes in
her body, most specifically pregnancy, but at other times as well, weight gain
for instance. In these modern times we’re able to alter the appearance of the
human body to our liking.”
    “So you’re going to use this breast pump on me to make my
boobs bigger?” she asked. That wasn’t so bad, she thought. Maybe it was even a
bit desirable. She could barely fill a B cup on a good day.
    “Partly. I’m also going to make your breasts lactate.”
    “What?”
    “I have many fetishes,” he said not acknowledging her
question. “I like human breast milk. It’s a difficult commodity to acquire, so
in the past I’ve had women produce it for me. As my current slave you’ll be
filling that role.”
    “Is this…safe?”
    He gave her a doleful look. “Of course it’s safe. What
possible danger is there in having your breasts perform their traditional
purpose.”
    “Oh. Right. But don’t women produce milk because they get
pregnant because of all the hormones and everything?”
    “Ah. Partly. Lactation can be induced by pure nipple
stimulation, but I’ve decided to give you a little helping hand.” He stood up
and took a glass of water from the table along with two large tablets. After
being dosed yesterday by Joanie and her E pill, Kassie was leery about
accepting more drugs from anyone. She didn’t reach for what Joseph offered.
    “But I’m on birth control,” she reminded him of their
agreement. “Won’t this fuck that up?”
    Joseph smiled confidently. “Of course not. Birth control
pills merely trick your body into thinking it’s already pregnant. If your body
thinks it’s pregnant then producing milk is a natural development as well. If
you read all the tiny print in the warnings pamphlet that comes with your pills
you’ll see that unexpected lactation is sometimes a side effect. These are just
a booster for that effect. Perfectly safe; given to me by a physician friend.”
    Kassie was still reluctant. She was certain the best way
to get any medication was by actually meeting the doctor, but was she really in
a position to protest? The idea was perverse and that alone excited her. With
fingers trembling she took the glass and pills, swallowing both.
    “Very good. Get back down on the bench, I’ll make the
final adjustments and we’ll see what we can do.”
    The cups were soft as Joseph fitted them to her breasts.
The bench was padded and supported her weight well so she was comfortable. She
found she could either place her hands on the floor or on a pair of arm rests.
The room’s carpeting was thick so her knees weren’t on an unyielding surface.
When Joseph turned on the machine the cups sucked on her breasts like a pair of
hungry lovers. The suction lasted perhaps five seconds and