Chapter Thirty
The Start of School: A New Costume
Christine
The shocks transfixed my neck, crotch and breasts whenever I screamed, yet the mask continued to darken and I stared into the black abyss of my enslavement while being drawn into the air. My legs were dragged out to the sides, spreading me vulnerably, and I pulled down desperately on my arms, again trying to get at the horrid hoses and wires connected to my breasts. Although I thought I knew what was coming when the process started, I had to bite down hard on the gag-pad to stop the strangled wail that wanted to tear from my throat and it was only with the greatest effort that I managed to still my cries.
Sobbing pitifully, I silently begged to be released from the painful ministrations of the milking cups, but of course they
