Milk Slaves Chapter 10

The door to the police precinct opened with the smallest of pushes, not even halfway.  The police in the room, as well as the attendant watching the front, looked up and to their curiosity nobody had walked through yet.  Considering the slight way it had opened, they all assumed it was most likely the wind, which was certainly weird, but not something to be concerned about.  It was with great shock then, that a few seconds after it had opened, a slender arm reached forward to stop the door from closing, and, after a second of hesitation, a thin young woman, completely naked, collapsed on the floor blocking the door.

The cops all hurried over to the front and picked up the poor girl, asking if she was okay and trying to wake her up.  It was clear she was completely drained, but they weren’t yet sure from what.  Some of them were thinking it was a textbook drug case, though played out to the extreme.  Others thought spousal abuse, based on some of the bruises on her body.  Of course, they were all wrong, as no one could guess the horrors this poor woman had gone through.

The mystery would continue, unfortunately, as the woman didn’t have the energy to speak.  She would fade in and out of consciousness, and it was clear to most that she was on the brink of death.  They called an ambulance for her and she was taken away, though two officers went with her.  This case would be looked into as soon as she recovered.

After the insanity of the day, the captain of the police force enjoyed a cigar in his office, waiting for the clock to strike 5 so he could go home.  A knock on his door made his feet hit the floor, and he turned towards the sound in his swivel chair.

“Come in,” he said in his gruff voice.

The door opened and a thin woman appeared, in full police garb.  She had blonde hair and the captain always thought she was pretty, but more in a daughter way.  She made her way in and stood for a moment, but the captain pointed to a chair in front of his desk, and she took a seat.  The two had always been friendly, but she took her job seriously so maintained a professional appearance at all times.  The captain has always wished she would lighten up a bit.

“Sir…” she said.  “I have a feeling in my gut… I want to take this case.  I know I can solve it.”  Her determination was clear, both in the tone of her voice and the steadfast nature of her eyes.  He wasn’t one to go against nature.

“Are you sure?” he asked, knowing full well what the answer would be but offering her an out.

“Yes sir,” she said, not batting an eye.

The captain calmly sat up in his chair and let out a big sigh.  He didn’t want any harm to come to her, and who knew what caused this to happen?  But he couldn’t protect her forever.  He suspected this was going to be a high profile case, and this could look really good on her resume, IF she succeeded.  But if she failed… what then?

“Find her at the hospital, you are attached to this case, effective immediately,” he grumbled.  She stood up and resisted clenching her fist in victory.

“Thank you, sir.”

“Don’t let me down, Lucy.”

-

“You idiot!  You had one job you dumb, fat bitch!” Mindy yelled at Mandy, who looked like she was getting ready to collapse.  She pointed with the hand that was chained to mine, dragging me forward, a reminder of just how tall she was as well as fat.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry!” ranted Mandy.  Her expression was remorseful beyond belief.  This was the most intense I had ever seen the sisters.

“First you fall in love with my man!” Mindy yelled.  She grabbed me by the throat, her hand easily reaching all around, and she lifted me in the air in front of her like a chicken, me facing Mandy.  “Then you fuck up by letting the prisoner escape.  Everything is falling apart and it’s ALL YOUR FAULT!”  She shook me while she yelled, and while I don’t think she meant to do it, she was choking me with her strong grip.  I began wiggling my legs, if only to let her know she was going to strangle me.  Mandy didn’t seem to notice me either, which was a first in our torrid triangle of love.

“It’s okay,” she said.  “We’ll figure this out.  What’s the worst that could happen?”

“The worst that could happen?” Mindy yelled.  “The worst that could happen, scratch that.  The worst that WILL happen, is that skinny little bitch is gonna run to the cops and tell them, oh let’s see, we’ve killed people, kidnapped, tortured, held prisoners.  Must I go on?  God damn you’re stupid!”

The full realization of what was happening seemed to hit her all at once.  “I…I…” she stammered uncontrollably.

“You what?” asked Mindy.

“Is… Is Charlie…”

“Unbelievable,” scoffed Mindy.  “We are about to get raided by the cops, our lives over, and you’re asking about MY boyfriend?  Chained to MY arm?”  The shaking continued, and my face was turning blue.  My struggling had stopped.

“You’re hurting him!” Mandy yelled.  She rushed to me and unclasped Mindy’s hands, and I dropped to the floor on all fours, gasping for air.  I didn’t have much time to catch my breath, as Mindy wrapped the chain around my throat and tanked me towards her, my head landing in her pillowy breasts.  She was once again holding me in the air, my legs kicking as the steel dug into my neck.  This was far more painful than before, and I felt drained much more quickly.

“He’s mine to hurt,” Mindy said in a sinister tone.  She twirled me around and with her other free hand gripped my chin.  “Aren’t you?”  I couldn’t speak.  The chain was too tight.  I could barely move my head either.  I didn’t know how she wanted me to respond, or if she just wanted to stare into my eyes as the life faded away.  Either way, I didn’t have much time left.  “Tap my hand once if you love me…” and her eyes drifted towards her cowering sister.  “And twice if you love Mandy.”

I raised my hand up to hers, the one holding the chain that was ripping my life away from me, and I gave it a tap.  In my head, I knew this was it.  This was the moment I had been waiting for.  An opportunity to pit these monsters against each other and have the biggest advantage possible.  All of the sacrifices that had been made up to this point, including but not limited to everything that had happened with Kelly, had to be paid in full now.

“You see, Mandy?  He’s still in love with-” she stopped as my hand tapped her’s once more.  This time, she dropped the chain, dropping me back to the floor.

“Excuse me, you little worm?” she asked down to me.  I still had to catch my breath, and I felt around my throat that was miraculously unscarred.

“I…” I panted.  “I… love Mandy…”

Mandy squealed and snatched me up by my armpits.  She lifted me up to eye level.  I could tell how excited she was.  “I love you too Charlie!”  She pulled me in and gave me a huge kiss, jutting her tongue down my throat and worming it.  It was easily the most passionate and overpowering kiss I have ever experienced in my life, and suddenly I felt safe, like nothing could ever hurt me.  But I also knew how fleeting that moment would be.

And how right I was.  Out of nowhere, a fist came whizzing by my face and connected with Mandy’s jaw, knocking her back and dropping me to earth, where I landed on my feet.  I was still somewhat dazed from the lack of oxygen, but I wasn’t safe for more than a second when i felt Mindy’s hand grab the hair on the back of my head, wheel me around, and ram my face into her suddenly exposed breast, straight at the nipple.  She was leaning forward to get the best angle, and her huge tit completely devoured my face.  “Start sucking you dumb fuck boy!” she demanded.  I did, the familiar taste of her milk pouring into my mouth.  “You wanna suck on my tits all day and night, then say you love someone else?  I’ll make sure you get what you want.  And I’ll make sure you choke on it too!”

-

Sherry woke up in a hospital bed.  She didn’t remember how she got there and didn’t remember entirely what had happened before.  Her last clear memories were with her friends, cruising down a stretch of highway and stopping off at a convenient store.  After that, everything was a bit hazy.  Her hands gripped her head, putting pressure on her brain.  Memories flooded in, memories of great pain, anguish, humiliation, and fear.  Memories of being crushed by giants, swimming in milk, being squeezed until her ribs cracked.  Roaming the streets naked.  Were these memories… real?

“Don’t strain yourself too hard,” a woman’s voice told her.

Startled, Sherry looked to her right.  A female police officer was sitting on a chair next to her bed.  “Have you been sitting there this whole time?”

“I have, I mean at least for a few hours,” the officer said.  “I’m Lucy.  You walked into our office and collapsed, and I wanted to check up on you.  How are you feeling?”

“I’m not on drugs,” Sherry said.  “At least… I don’t think I am.”

“Please don’t worry, Sherry,” Lucy said.  I’m here to help you.”