Chapter Twenty
A Boy/Girl, Milked
In deepest throes of misery I lost all sense of the passage of time, but I suppose it was three weeks after my arm bondage was finalized into the extreme back prayer, that the next horrifying, at least to me, step of my voyage came.
My breasts had continued to develop and mature as the weeks passed; growing heavier and more fully-shaped, as well as showing their ability to lactate, and it all combined to make me remember that my Owner was going to take me into a deeper servitude as her s*x and torture toy ... I was about to be made into a combined cow and a bull boy! Not only would my breasts be milked, but so would my male plumbing and mostly at the same time and both would be accompanied by the use of unlimited e-stim torture!
The day started in the
