Chapter 16: Milking the Thief
The sterile chill of Wayne Biotech’s Level 7 Lab seeped into Selina’s bones, a stark contrast to the inferno raging beneath her skin. She was spread-eagled on a cold titanium examination table, thicker restraints replacing the leather ones, biting into her wrists and ankles with unforgiving metal. Her transformed body was a grotesque masterpiece under the harsh blue-white surgical lamps. Her torpedo breasts strained against taut skin, heavy and veined, still chained to the thick collar locked around her throat, pulling her nipples into stiff, aching points. The aspiration tube imprisoned her clit shaft, now significantly thicker and darker after the concentrated serum injections, the high-frequency buzz a constant, maddening vibration deep in her core. The thick silicone sound vibrated relentlessly in her stretched urethra, a phantom fullness echoing the ache in her swollen bladder. The Bubble helmet was gone; instead, a complex articulated frame held her head immobile, jaws forced wide by a chrome spreader bar. Her tongue was pinned down flat by a cold metal clamp screwed into the bar’s base, rendering her articulate wit into nothing but choked, wet gurgles. Drool pooled beneath her chin, dripping steadily onto her collarbones.
Jason stood beside the table, pulling on fresh black nitrile gloves. The snap echoed sharply in the humming silence. He picked up a syringe filled with the familiar pearlescent serum, thicker and hotter-looking than before. He tapped it, flicking an air bubble away. "Another course, Kitten," he murmured, his voice devoid of warmth, eyes fixed not on her tear-streaked face but lower. "Gotta push that greedy little dicklet further. Make it truly worthy." He moved the overhead lamp, focusing its intense beam directly on the aspiration tube. The trapped flesh within pulsed visibly, engorged, dark purple, veins standing out like cords under the electric current. "Thicker than my thumb," he promised, uncapping the long, thick needle. He coated it liberally with cold lubricant, the gel dripping onto her inner thigh. She flinched violently, a desperate whine escaping her clamped throat. Tawses! Need the tawses! On it! Please! The words were lost in a wet, garbled mess.
Jason ignored the muffled plea. He knew. He always knew. He pressed the cold steel point firmly against the base of her trapped clit shaft, right where the swollen flesh met her mons. "Deep tissue saturation," he stated flatly. He pushed. The needle slid in with terrifying ease, sinking deep into the dense, modified nerve bundle. Selina’s scream of agony and ecstasy tore through her gagged throat, ragged and desperate. Her entire body convulsed against the restraints, chains clanking, the table groaning. The electric buzz intensified, seeming to welcome the invasion, sending fresh waves of torturous need radiating outwards.
"Hold still," Jason commanded, his voice chillingly calm. He depressed the plunger slowly, steadily. The thick, burning serum flooded into her. Selina felt it like molten lead injected directly into her nervous system. A stretching, burning pressure bloomed deep within the trapped shaft, overwhelming even the electric torture. It felt like her clit was being forcibly inflated beyond its already monstrous limits. She panted, short, sharp gasps fogging the inside of the mouth spreader. Sweat poured down her temples, mingling with tears. Her pinned-open cunt convulsed violently, slickness gushing freely, pooling beneath her. The chain-linked nipples pulled taut as her chest heaved.
"Look at it swell," Jason rasped, watching the level in the syringe drop. The flesh in the tube visibly thickened, bulging dangerously against the inflexible glass walls. Veins swelled, dark and pronounced, throbbing under the current. "Integrating. Becoming something… formidable." He pushed the plunger further. Another agonized scream ripped from Selina. Her hips strained uselessly against the metal hip restraint. The serum burned hotter. The shaft felt impossibly heavy, painfully engorged, a throbbing brand of perverse arousal trapped in glass.
Jason chuckled, low and dark. He glanced towards his tablet, propped nearby, screen split – Chalcedony’s eager face on one side, biometric readouts spiking on the other. "See that, Chal? Packing more meat into her trophy." Chalcedony’s voice crackled, thick with arousal. "Fuck yeah! Stuff that tube! Make it bulge! Is it twitching? Tell me it’s twitching like a fucking cock!" Jason zoomed the camera. The engorged flesh strained against the glass, pulsing frantically. "Desperate. Ignored." He depressed the plunger again. Selina’s body went rigid, a silent scream locked in her throat. Her eyes rolled back, showing white.
"Maximum density," Alabaster’s smooth purr cut in. "Perfect. Now, Jason… the Milker." Jason nodded, withdrawing the needle with a wet schlick. A bead of serum mixed with blood welled at the puncture site. He discarded the syringe and picked up a new device – a compact chrome cylinder attached to flexible tubing leading to a vacuum pump. The business end was a thick, flared silicone cup, its inner surface textured with fine, raised ridges. "Time to service that greedy little dicklet properly," Jason murmured, priming the pump. A low hum filled the air. He detached the aspiration tube’s electrical connector but left the tube itself clamped in place around her swollen shaft base. He positioned the Milker’s cup directly over the exposed tip of her trapped clit, protruding slightly from the tube’s end.
The cold silicone rim pressed against her hypersensitive flesh. Selina whimpered, a sound of pure, desperate anticipation. Jason activated the pump. THWUMP. A sudden, immense suction clamped down on her trapped clit tip. Selina’s back arched violently off the table. It wasn’t just suction; the textured ridges inside the cup rasped against her engorged nerves. It felt like her clit was being swallowed whole by a vacuum, the awesome texture teasing into her most sensitive point. THWUMP-THWUMP. The pump cycled, creating a rhythmic, brutal suction-pull-release. Each pull stretched the trapped shaft tip obscenely, dragging it deeper into the cup before releasing it with a wet pop. The ridges scraped relentlessly.
"FUCK!" Chalcedony screamed. "Look at her fucking jerk! Like a fish on a hook! Suck that fat clit, Jay! Oh god, she's amazing!" Jason adjusted the suction intensity. The pulls became harder, deeper. The textured ridges ground against Selina’s clit tip with each cycle. Her muffled gurgles of pleasure were constant now, high-pitched and broken. Her pinned-open cunt spasmed uncontrollably, gushing slickness. The chains rattled wildly. Her transformed clit throbbed under the dual assault – the deep burn of the serum, the surface-scorching pull and pull of the Milker. It felt like it was being stretched and inflated simultaneously.
Jason leaned close to her ear, his voice cutting through her cries. "Hear that wet pop, Kitten? That’s your little dicklet begging. Begging for Daddy." He tapped the Milker cup. "Gonna milk you nice and fat. Get you slick and swollen. Ready to split you open on a futa cock and jerk daddy's cocklet while you cream your brains out." THWUMP-THWUMP-Suuuuuuck. . Pleasure and agony were indistinguishable, fused into a single, overwhelming current surging from her huge clit. No. Daddy's cocklet. He was giving her a little cocklet, a fat clit to love and punish. Her hips pistoned uselessly against the restraint, seeking friction that wasn’t there. The Milker pulled, slurped, released. Pulled, slurrrrped, released. An unrelenting rhythm designed to inflame, to torment, to prepare.
Jason watched the biometrics spike high. Her heart rate was frantic. Her core temperature soared. He smiled, cold satisfaction in his eyes. "Almost primed," he murmured. He glanced towards the lab’s reinforced door. "Chal, Alabaster? You ready? Your ride’s getting impatient. Gotta get over here and break her holes in." Chalcedony’s voice was breathless, eager. "Born ready, Jay. Got the lube. Can't wait to see you break her clit in. " Jason gave the Milker’s suction control a final, vicious twist. THWUUUUMP. The cup clamped down with crushing force, the ridges grinding deep. Selina’s body locked in a full-body seizure, her coo choked off as her abused clit shaft pulsed violently within its glass prison, overwhelmed by the sensory onslaught. The serum burned. The Milker devoured. The promise of spit roasting while Jason sucked her clit - no, her fuck pillar, her clit cock, her big fat *clit* - loomed, amazing and irresistible. Jason held the suction, watching Selina writhe, her body a taut bowstring of perverse need. "Good girl," he purred. "Get nice and slick. Milker's coming off and you get your reward. Drool and squirt all over, baby."
The Milker’s brutal suction released with a wet, obscene pop. Selina gasped, her body collapsing back onto the cold titanium, shuddering violently. The sudden absence was its own agony, leaving her monstrously swollen clit shaft throbbing, hypersensitive and exposed, still trapped within the aspiration tube’s rigid embrace. Jason discarded the Milker with a clatter, his movements efficient, predatory. He picked up a small, gleaming chrome device – a hinged cuff lined with cold silicone padding, attached to a thin, strong chain. "Gotta keep Daddy’s prize presented," he murmured, his voice low and rough. He squeezed the release mechanism, the cuff opening with a faint click.
He positioned the cold metal jaws firmly around the fat, pulsing base of her trapped clit shaft, just above where the aspiration tube clamped down. Selina whimpered, a high-pitched keen muffled by the jaw spreader and tongue clamp. The cold metal bit into her inflamed flesh, a sharp counterpoint to the deep, burning ache of the serum still integrating. Click. The cuff snapped shut, locking tight. Jason hooked the dangling chain link onto the thick ring at the front of her leather collar. He pulled the chain taut. Instantly, Selina felt the brutal lift and backward pull. Her clit shaft was forcibly angled upwards and backwards, straining against the aspiration tube, stretching the already tortured nerves anchoring it to her pubic bone. "Fuck!" Chalcedony’s voice crackled, thick with lust. "Look at that fat bitch clit stand up! Like a fucking flagpole!"
The pull was exquisite torture. It stretched her engorged flesh taut, exposing the entire swollen underside of the shaft and the bulbous, glistening glans protruding slightly from the tube’s end. Every frantic heartbeat sent fresh agony and impossible arousal radiating from the stretched root to the hypersensitive tip. Jason admired his handiwork, the cruel angle emphasizing the sheer size and vulnerability of her transformed organ. "Perfect presentation," he stated, his gaze clinical yet hungry. He reached for a nearby tray, picking up two soft, supple black leather tawses – thin, flexible straps designed for precise sting. He ran a gloved finger along one, testing its weight. "Time to wake up the underside, Kitten. Make that fat glans blush."
He positioned himself beside the table, leaning close to her immobilized head. His breath was hot on her ear. "Feel that pull? Feel how exposed you are?" He didn't wait for an answer she couldn't give. The first soft tawse landed with a sharp thwack! directly on the stretched, sensitive underside of her clit shaft, right near the swollen base. Selina’s entire body jolted against the restraints. A ragged, choked scream tore from her gagged throat. It wasn't deep pain, but a bright, shocking sting that ignited the already overloaded nerves. Before the sensation could fade, the second tawse struck lower, thwip!, landing squarely on the tender, exposed underside of her engorged glans. "Ohhhh fuck!" Chalcedony moaned. "Hit it again! Make that fat clit-head jump!"
Jason obliged. Thwack! Thwip! Thwack! Thwip! The soft leather straps fell in a rapid, rhythmic pattern, alternating between the stretched shaft base and the hypersensitive glans underside. Each impact sent jolts of electric pleasure-pain radiating through Selina’s core. The metal cuff kept her clit brutally presented, ensuring every strike landed true. The sensation was overwhelming, unbearable, utterly addictive. Her pinned-open cunt convulsed violently, a hot gush of slickness flooding out, soaking the table beneath her. She felt her urethral toy vibrate wildly as her pelvic muscles clenched uncontrollably around it. "Yes! Yes! Fuck!" Jason growled, watching her writhe. "That’s it, soak the table, you filthy slut. Show Daddy how much you love your clit being punished."
The rhythmic spanking continued, the soft leather singing against her swollen flesh. Thwack! on the shaft. Thwip! on the glans. Selina’s world narrowed to the brutal pull of the chain, the sting of the tawses, and the volcanic pressure building deep in her groin. Her hips bucked uselessly against the metal restraint. The sensations fused – the deep burn of the serum, the surface sting of the blows, the relentless vibration in her urethra, the exposed vulnerability enforced by the cuff. It was too much. Her body arched violently, tendons standing out in her neck. A guttural, animalistic groan ripped from her chest, bypassing the gag. Her pinned-open pussy spasmed in a series of violent contractions. Simultaneously, a powerful jet of milky fluid sprayed forcefully from around the vibrating urethral toy, arcing out and splattering onto Jason’s gloved hand and forearm. "Fuck yeah!" Jason barked, a feral grin splitting his face. "There it is! Spray Daddy’s arm, you desperate bitch! Cum for the tawses!" Chalcedony’s scream was pure ecstatic static. Selina collapsed, trembling uncontrollably, her vision swimming, the taste of copper and adrenaline thick in her mouth. Her swollen clit throbbed obscenely in its metal cuff, glistening under the harsh light, utterly spent yet humming with residual agony and impossible need. Jason watched the fluid drip from his glove, then slowly, deliberately, brought his fingers to her clamped-open mouth, smearing her own release across her pinned tongue. "Taste your desperation," he commanded, his voice thick with dark satisfaction.
The metallic tang of her own slick lingered on Selina’s pinned tongue, a brutal reminder of her unraveling. Jason’s satisfied smirk hovered inches from her face, his eyes burning with predatory intent. He straightened, wiping his gloved hand casually on her sweat-slicked thigh. "Filthy," he murmured, the word a dark caress. "Just how Daddy likes you." He turned towards the tray, discarding the soft leather tawses with a dismissive flick. "Soft toys are for beginners," he announced, his voice hardening. "Time for the real spankers."
He lifted three chrome devices, each distinct. One resembled a miniature bullwhip, its tip a stiff, flat leather tongue no wider than a finger. Another was a rigid rod tipped with a small, pretty leather disk. The third was a flexible, multi-tailed flogger made of thin, stingy cords. "Flick, snap, and sting," Jason listed, priming each device with a sharp click or whir. "Gonna paint that fat clit purple." He positioned himself directly between Selina’s splayed legs, his gaze locked on the obscenely presented shaft straining against its metal cuff. "Chal? Alabaster? Front row seats." The video feed buzzed silently, twin sets of hungry eyes fixed on the display.
The first strike came without warning. Fwhip-CRACK! The miniature bullwhip landed squarely on the hypersensitive underside of Selina’s clit shaft, near the stretched root. It wasn't a thud; it was a thwip that seared her nerves. Selina’s entire body convulsed, a choked groan tearing through the jaw spreader. Before she could draw breath, Snap! The rigid rod’s hard leather disk impacted the tender underside of her engorged glans. Sharp, precise heat exploded, making her vision blur. She squirted like a broken pipe. Her peehole twitched around its churning toy and her clit grew a little fatter. "FUCK!" Chalcedony’s voice shrieked through the speakers. "Hit it again! Harder!"
Jason obliged. He didn’t settle into a rhythm; he attacked. Fwhip-CRACK! on the shaft. Snap! on the glans. Selina's head fell back, her nipples stretched, her tongue hanging out taut. That big clit was being worshipped. Daddy was making it perfect. Swish-Thwack! The multi-tailed flogger lashed the entire exposed underside in a shower of stinging kisses. Then back to the whip. Fwhip-CRACK! Selina’s world dissolved into pure sensation. Cum. White-hot, shocking need to cum that ignited every nerve ending in her monstrous clit. But beneath it, woven through the agony like poison ivy through silk, was a deep, resonant thrum of eagerness. The serum burned within her, amplifying every impact, transforming the sting into a sickeningly sweet ache. "Ohgodohgodohgod!" The muffled plea was constant now, a wet, desperate mantra lost in drool and gag.
She tried to move. Her hips jerked violently against the unforgiving metal restraint, muscles straining to lift, to hump something, anything, to grind her swollen flesh against the source of the torment. The chain attached to the metal cuff pulled taut, yanking her clit shaft brutally backwards, stretching the inflamed nerves anchoring it. The movement only intensified the exposure, making the next Snap! land perfectly on the most sensitive spot beneath the glans. "YES!" Selina screamed internally, her body betraying her mind. Her pinned-open pussy clenched violently around the vibrating urethral toy, another gush of slickness soaking the table. Froth bubbled at her stretched labia.
Jason watched, mesmerized. Her fat clit twitched and pulsed wildly under the erratic assault, jerking like a hooked fish against the chain. It darkened, flushing a deep, angry purple under the relentless barrage. The underside, the focus of his attack, glistened with sweat and her own slick, already showing faint red welts from the whip and rod. The flogger’s tails left a constellation of tiny, stinging marks. "Look at it dance," Jason growled, his own arousal a hard pressure against his pants. "Begging for more. Loving every fucking kiss." Swish-Thwack-Thwack-Thwack! The flogger rained down again, the thin cords wrapping slightly around the shaft, stinging the sides. Selina’s back arched impossibly high, her restrained body forming a taut bow. Her eyes rolled back completely, showing only white.
The sensations fused into a single, overwhelming tsunami crashing over her. The deep, molten burn of the serum integrating. The sharp, hot kisses of the whip and rod. The stinging, all-over kiss of the flogger. The brutal pull of the chain stretching her root. The relentless buzz deep in her urethra. The exposed vulnerability, displayed for Chalcedony and Alabaster’s hungry eyes. It was too much. Far too much. A primal sound, raw and guttural, tore from Selina’s chest, bypassing the gag entirely. Her pinned-open pussy clenched in a series of violent, convulsive spasms, milky fluid jetting forcefully around the toy once more. Simultaneously, her monstrous clit pulsed violently within its metal prison, a visible wave of contraction rippling down the engorged shaft. She wasn't just coming; her entire nervous system seemed to short-circuit, overloaded by the sensory onslaught. Creaming her brains out. Blank white noise filled her skull.
She collapsed, utterly boneless, trembling uncontrollably. Her breathing came in ragged, wet gasps fogging the mouth spreader. Her huge clit throbbed obscenely, glistening purple and red, utterly spent yet still humming with residual agony and impossible, degrading need. Drool and tears streamed down her face. Jason lowered the flogger, breathing heavily himself. He ran a gloved thumb slowly, possessively, along the ravaged underside of her shaft. Selina whimpered, a broken sound. "Beautiful ruin," Jason murmured, his voice thick with dark awe. On the screen, Alabaster’s smooth voice finally cut through Chalcedony’s panting. "Exquisite degradation. Proceed to Phase Three, Jason. She’s perfectly primed." Jason’s gaze snapped towards the lab’s reinforced door, a feral grin spreading across his face. "Hear that, Kitten? Break time's over."