Milk Slaves Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Mandy carried me to the front door where Mindy was waiting for us.  She was so excited to show me off, in all of my baby diaper wearing glory.  I was now a milk consuming baby, officially.  A more humiliating situation for myself I could not conceive.  When we found Mindy in the front room, we were surprised to see she brought a guest.

A priest with an awkward expression on his face stood next to her, looking comparatively tiny.  When Mindy saw me, her eyes lit up.  She waddled forward, bouncing towards me.  She scooped me out of Mandy’s arms and cradled me in hers, pushing my face up to her breast.  She clearly couldn’t wait and pulled her white shirt aside, revealing her massive nipple that was already dripping.  Without hesitation, she shoved my face into it and I began sucking like a good little baby.  “He’s so cute!” she squealed with excitement.

“He’s a little baby now!” said Mandy.

“He’s MY little baby now,” corrected Mindy.  Still feeding me, she turned slightly and motioned to the priest.  “This is Father David.  He has agreed to do our wedding!”

“Good afternoon,” I heard the man say.  He had a frail voice.  “I’m always happy to unite two wonderful people in matrimony.”

I heard Mandy’s voice take an odd downturn.  “Um, Mindy, are you sure about this?”

Mindy was not budging.  “Is there a reason I shouldn’t be?  He and I are in love, he’s told me that himself.  And he is my boyfriend, remember?  We agreed he’s all mine.”

“I mean, we did… but…”

“No buts about it!  Get the slaves to set up the back yard, we have some chairs, do what you gotta do.  In one hour, we are gonna have ourselves a wedding!”

“Slaves?” asked the priest nervously.

I found myself inside looking at the backyard, the backdoor in front of me.  Out the window, I could see that Mandy did in fact get the slaves to sit in chairs.  The three of them looked too weak and frail to make a break for it.  They were all trapped in by the fence surrounding the backyard, but probably more so by the massive woman who could kill them if she wanted.  So naked and skinny they all sat, waiting for an event that most of them could care less about.  Except for one.

The pastor beckoned me, so I opened the door and walked into the sunlight.  I was fortunate enough to have experienced some sunlight in all of this mess, but it still felt great when it graced my skin.  As I approached the altar, which was a crate you might store radio equipment in, I looked to my right.  Kelly was gripped at the throat by one of Mandy’s huge hands, her face gorging on milk, trapped in all of her boob flesh.  Her face was not visible, just her disheveled streaks of blonde hair.  She looked weak, so much so that she was no longer fighting back.  Her arms lay limp at her sides, as if her body had resigned to her cruel fate.  She was now a milk slave, nothing more.

It wasn’t long ago that I was one of them.  I mean, I still was a milk slave, but I was lucky enough to have a penis and be the desires of one (or more) or the slave masters.  I didn’t at first think I was in an enviable position, but the murder earlier confirmed who the truly lucky one was out of the bunch.  I may be forced to suck milk out of tits just like the others, but at least I wasn’t in any immediate threat of dying, or so it seemed at least.

My relationship with the two slave masters was complicated, and as I progressed down the aisle, I realized it could only get more complicated from here.  I had an idea that Mindy may know that her sister was also in love with me.  There were hints.  But the intelligence level of these two monstrosities was difficult to surmise.  They were clearly backwoods hicks, as these were the backwoods and, judging by the way they spoke and the clothes they were, they were hicks.  But just how much did Mindy know that she wasn’t letting on?  And was she planning to go on some sort of war with Mandy?  And how would Mandy fare in all of this?  These sisters may not have been as close as I previously thought.  Only time would tell.  All I knew was, I was about to get married to one, and I had slept with both.  What would Mindy do if she found out, truly learned everything that had transpired between us?

The only thing that was for sure was that I was in for a lot more milk.  Knowing the torture Kelly was going through right now, even though I couldn’t see her face, made me feel incredibly guilty.  But I swore to myself I would get her, and hopefully everyone else, out of this.  How I would do it was still beyond me, but I would figure something out.

I now stood in front of the pastor, and the two of us exchanged nervous looks.  Clearly he was able to see the absurdity that we were in, but was intimidated into doing this.  How did she manage to get this guy?  Did she threaten to smother him with her boobs?  As I looked out over the crowd, Mandy waved at me with a free hand while still holding Kelly in her giant breast.  She winked at me in a seductive way, which only added to my confusion regarding the impending marriage.  Speaking of, music that was clearly from a boombox played, which sounded only slightly similar to “Here Comes the Bride”.  Everything these twins owned was old and busted.

Mindy came through the door, barely fitting through the frame.  She was wearing a white dress that could barely contain her massive ass and breasts, which overflowed over her top.  As she jiggled towards me, I noticed Mandy giving her a side look of contempt, if only for a fleeting moment.  When she finally reached me, she looked down at me with pure love in her eyes, her breasts overflowing with love.

“Before we go any further, Father, I was hoping to hold my groom and feed him,” she announced as we began the proceedings.

“It’s highly unorthodox,” the pastor said.  “But I’ll allow it.”

With that, she lifted me off my feet and instantly cradled me like a baby.  “Pull it out and suck on it baby,” she whispered to me.  It wasn’t hard to pull out, it was practically out of her dress already.  With only a light tug, her left breast plopped out of her dress, almost smacking me in the face.  Milk squirted out as she did it, getting on my face.  She giggled softly as it happened, and used one of her big fingers to wipe it off my cheeks, knowing full well I would get messy again anyways.  With her hand that wasn’t cradling me like a baby, she gripped the back of my head and plowed me into her exposed nipple, and I began sucking down her milk like it was going bad.  “Continue,” she said to the Pastor.

He said a bunch of stuff that would be said at a wedding, I was too preoccupied to notice.  Finally, he would reach a point where he needed some group participation.  “Mandy, do you take this… um… man… to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do!” she said excitedly, looking down at me with her breasts jiggling and one exposed breast squirting more milk.

“And do you Charlie take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

I looked up at her anxious face, then over to Kelly, who was still engulfed in Mandy’s gigantic breast.  There was nothing I could do.  I was trapped.  If I said no, she was sure to crush me.  Of course I hated having to do this, but I had little recourse, at least for the time being.

“I do…” I muttered.

“Is there anyone here who feels this union should not take place?  Speak now or forever hold your peace,” he said, mostly as a formality.  But even though he said it so carelessly, a crashing sound erupted from the audience.

“Wait!”

Mindy and I both turned our heads to look.  It was Mandy.  She had dropped Kelly, who was now writhing in pain on the ground, looking tiny and pathetic.  Standing tall with her chest puffed out (or was she just standing tall and her huge boobs always jutted out…), she had a passionate look on her face, as if desperately trying not to explode.  After a moment, she marched forward towards us, and I was almost nervous she was going to run us over.  Thankfully, she stopped just as she reached us.

“Mindy, I have something to say,” she said.  Mindy looked at her sharply.

“You’re ruining my wedding,” she said behind gritted teeth.

“I just have to get this off my chest,” replied Mandy.  “Look, I know you claimed him for yourself, and I agreed to it.  But we don’t get a lot of guys here… and he’s really cute… and ever since you brought him here… we’ve been having sex.”  Mindy’s eyes widened.  It was clear she didn’t like what she was hearing, and things looked like they could get violent.  She looked down at me, still in her arms like a baby.  That didn’t last long.  She released me and I plummeted to the ground, crashing on my diaper covered butt.

“You little…” she said, shaking furiously, staring at my eyes that were clearly enraged.

“Wait!” called out Mandy, standing over me.  “I love him!”  She reached down and picked me up.  She brought my head up between her breasts, facing towards Mindy.  “I couldn’t help but fall in love with him, look how small and cute he is.”

Mindy pulled down her dress so both of her massive breasts were free.  Milk was dripping from them.  “Well he loves my big tits!” she said defiantly.

Mandy used her free hand to pull her tits out, which jumbled me a little bit, but they were practically out already so it didn’t change much.  “He loved sucking mine!” she yelled back.  There was quite a standoff going on, and it grew more absurd by the moment.  Mindy advanced on Mandy, their breasts now pressing against each other, trapping me between them.  Milk was filling up like a big cup, drenching my body below and soaking my face, threatening to drown me.  At this point, I could tell they were arguing, based on the amount of movement going on.  It was creating a small ocean of milk between their tits, and it was clogging my ears, well that and the massive breasts themselves.  I tried to wiggle myself free, but it was no use, they must have been bear hugging each other.  I couldn’t get out.  As the milk filled up, the air became non existent, and everything went black.