The Milking Machine: Endless Torment—Used, Watched, and Milked from Afar till.......

Somewhere beyond the locked door, Mistress Zoe lounges in her office, feet kicked up, sipping wine as she watches you on her phone screen.
You don’t know how long it’s been. Time has lost meaning. The vibrator inside you hasn't stopped, buzzing at a torturous low frequency, keeping you on the very edge of pleasure and frustration. You are still strapped tightly to the wall, locked in your tiny chastity cage, leaking against your will.
Mistress Zoe tilts her head as she watches.
• Your body twitches involuntarily.
• Your muscles flex, uselessly testing the leather restraints.
• The telltale glisten of precum seeps from the tip of your caged length.
Her smirk deepens. Finally.
She taps a button on her phone, and the vibrator continues humming inside you as she stands, stretching, satisfied with your suffering. But she isn’t done yet.
She steps into the room, heels clicking against the floor. You barely register her presence—your mind is already too broken, too overstimulated.
But when she steps forward, tilts your head up by the chin, and forces you to look at her, you know this isn’t over.
"Still leaking," she murmurs. "Still not empty."
She runs a finger over the chastity cage, smirking as you twitch helplessly beneath her touch. Then, she reaches into her pocket. A small metallic jingle fills the air.
Your breath catches.
She holds up a spare key.
"Did you think I sent the only one back home?" she taunts, laughing softly. "Oh no, pet. I always keep a backup—for situations just like this."
Your tiny cage is unlocked, piece by piece, the tight plastic releasing you at last. But there is no relief.
Because now—she’s bringing the milking machine back.
You whimper softly, but there is no pleading. There is no escape.
• The straps are secured.
• The suction cups latch on.
• The machine hums with dark anticipation.
Mistress Zoe adjusts the settings painstakingly slowly, smirking at every twitch, every involuntary pulse of your exposed, swollen length.
Then, she pulls out her phone.
"You’re going to make a lovely after-dinner show," she purrs, tilting her head.
Your stomach drops.
She taps the screen—and the machine roars to life.
• Deep, rhythmic pulses clamp down, pulling, sucking, milking.
• Your overstimulated body has no choice but to surrender.
• You are being drained, used, harvested for her amusement.
Mistress Zoe hums, watching your helpless reaction with delight.
Then, without a word, she picks up her jacket, slings her bag over her shoulder, and turns toward the door.
"I’m off to dinner with the girls," she announces casually. "But don’t worry—you won’t be alone."
She holds up her phone, tilting it toward you. You see the group chat. The messages.
Her girlfriends are excited.
They can’t wait to take turns pressing the button.
With a final teasing laugh, Mistress Zoe walks out, locking the door behind her.
You are left alone—strapped down, helpless, milked over and over again by a machine she controls remotely.
And miles away, Mistress Zoe and her friends are laughing, drinking, and watching your suffering from their phones—pressing the button whenever they feel like it.
Because tonight, you belong to all of them.

A Feast of Control—Helpless, Drained, and Milked for Their Amusement
The soundproof dungeon is silent—except for the relentless hum of the milking machine and the occasional choked gasp that escapes your lips.
No one can hear you.
No one except Mistress Zoe and her friends—watching, controlling, and draining you from miles away while they indulge in an exquisite dinner.

Orgasm 1 – The First Offering
Mistress Zoe arrives at the upscale restaurant first, a high-end venue with velvet seating and candlelit ambiance. She settles in with a glass of deep red wine, pulling out her phone, tapping the live feed of your bound, helpless body.
You are exactly how she left you—strapped tight, arms and legs locked down, chest heaving as the milking machine pumps in slow, deliberate pulses.
She swipes to the controls, adjusting the rhythm just slightly—enough to make your overstimulated nerves scream in protest.
Your body tenses—a sharp, involuntary moan rips from your throat.
The pleasure is too much, too precise, too cruel.
She watches your body arch as the suction intensifies, forcing you toward the inevitable.
And then—the first climax is ripped from you.
• Your body spasms violently against the restraints.
• Your cock twitches inside the milking tube, completely at the mercy of its relentless grip.
• Thick, hot spurts of cum are drained from you, sucked away into the collection chamber.
Mistress Zoe smirks as she swirls her wine. “And that’s just the beginning.”

Orgasm 2 – The Toast
Her friends arrive, laughing and greeting each other, dressed in elegant evening wear. The conversation flows effortlessly—but the true entertainment for the night has already begun.
One of them, a brunette with striking green eyes, leans over Mistress Zoe’s shoulder to glance at the live feed.
"Still going?" she teases, licking her lips.
Mistress Zoe smirks. "Not empty yet."
Another friend, a tall blonde with red nails, plucks the phone from the table.
"Let’s fix that."
She presses the control—and the machine immediately speeds up.
Your body jerks violently against the straps, a desperate, strangled moan escaping your lips. The suction grows unbearable—deep, rhythmic, merciless.
The women raise their glasses. “To our helpless little toy,” one says with a giggle.
As they clink their drinks together—another orgasm is forced out of you.
• Your hips would be bucking wildly if not for the restraints.
• Your cock throbs, unable to resist, as another heavy load is sucked from you.
• Your overstimulated nerves scream for relief—but there is none.
The group watches, delighted, as the screen displays every uncontrollable tremor of your body.
And just like that, you are drained again.
Mistress Zoe takes a slow sip of wine. "We can do better."

Orgasm 3 – The Dessert Course
By the time their entrees arrive, you are barely conscious, barely holding on.
Your chest heaves. Your body shakes uncontrollably, locked in exhaustion and overstimulation.
And yet—they aren’t done.
The youngest of the group, a petite woman with raven-black hair, giggles as she scrolls through the app on Mistress Zoe’s phone.
"He looks like he’s suffering," she purrs.
Mistress Zoe smirks. "Good."
She gestures toward the controls. "Go on, make him give us something sweet for dessert."
A single press—and the machine clamps down even harder, the rhythm shifting into rapid, merciless strokes.
The sensation is too much. Too fast. Too overwhelming.
Your eyes roll back, your throat strains, but no one can hear your desperate screams.
The women watch in rapt amusement as you are milked mercilessly once more.
• Your body fights, but the restraints hold you tight.
• Your cock, swollen and aching, is forced to yield another thick, helpless load.
• It is sucked away, harvested for their amusement.
They watch you tremble, your entire body spasming violently as pleasure turns to agony.
Mistress Zoe leans forward, watching the screen closely as your release spills into the tube once again.
"He’s still not done," she murmurs, almost disappointed. "We’ll have to keep going."
Her friends giggle.
The night is still young.
And you?
You are theirs until they decide you are empty.

Orgasm 4 – The Slow Torture of Helplessness
Your mind is unraveling.
The milking machine never stops. Never slows. Never relents.
By now, your body has nothing left to give—yet it keeps trying, forced into cruel, mechanical submission.
Your muscles convulse, every nerve overstimulated to the point of delirium.
And across the city, in a luxurious private dining room, Mistress Zoe and her girlfriends continue their meal, sipping wine and indulging in their true entertainment—your endless suffering.
"Look at him," the blonde coos, angling the phone toward the others. "He looks so broken."
Mistress Zoe takes the phone, tilting her head as she watches the live feed of you—strapped tight, cock glistening with exhaustion, body twitching involuntarily under the machine’s merciless rhythm.
She taps a few buttons, adjusting the settings.
The vibrations inside you shift to a deep, pulsing rhythm—targeting everything sensitive, everything raw.
A strangled moan tears from your lips.
"Good," Mistress Zoe purrs. "He can still feel it."
And then—another climax is forced from you.
• Your body spasms violently.
• Your cock twitches in helpless surrender.
• Another weak, exhausted release is sucked from you.
But it’s not enough.
Mistress Zoe tilts the camera closer, zooming in on your wrecked, overstimulated form.
She presses a button—and the suction increases.
You scream.
A deep, desperate, wrecked sound—but the dungeon is soundproof. No one hears you.
No one except them.
They laugh.
"You’re our personal entertainment tonight, pet," Mistress Zoe murmurs, swirling her wine. "And we’re not even close to finished."

Orgasm 5 – The Edge of Madness
They let you hang in that state—twitching, whimpering, drained yet still edged to the brink.
Another round of drinks arrives, and the red-nailed blonde smirks as she pulls Mistress Zoe’s phone closer.
"You know what he needs?" she purrs.
Her fingers glide across the screen. A new setting activates.
A brutal, erratic rhythm—faster, then slower, then impossibly deep.
The suction intensifies suddenly, then stops—then starts again. Each pulse drags you closer, forces your body to react.
Your legs twitch. Your arms strain. Your chest heaves in overstimulated agony.
It is too much.
Your cock, raw and hypersensitive, has no choice but to surrender again.
The women watch, entranced, as your body jerks violently—another unwilling orgasm milked from you.
The machine doesn’t stop.
They don’t let you rest.
Mistress Zoe hums in satisfaction as she watches your helpless, overstimulated release.
And then—she turns to her friends.
"I think we should let the machine keep going while we have dessert," she smirks.
The others laugh, raising their glasses in agreement.
And in the dungeon—you remain strapped down, used, drained, and still being milked.

Orgasm 6 – No Mercy, No Rest
Your mind is unraveling.
Your cock is raw, swollen, hypersensitive beyond comprehension—but the machine doesn’t stop.
The suction is relentless. The rhythm drives you insane, stroking, pulling, milking every ounce of pleasure until it feels more like torture than release.
In the restaurant, the women lean back in their chairs, sipping wine and watching your suffering with smug delight.
• Mistress Zoe reclines, crossing one leg over the other. Her phone sits on the table, propped up so the entire group can see your bound, overstimulated body trembling with exhaustion.
• The blonde absently scrolls through the controls, adjusting the settings like a sadistic game.
• The raven-haired girl giggles, her eyes glowing with excitement as she watches you spasm, helpless against the machine’s ruthless grip.
You scream again.
The sound tears from your throat, desperate, broken—but no one can hear.
No one except them.
They laugh.
• "He's still going," the brunette purrs, tilting her head as she watches your body convulse through another forced orgasm.
• "Poor thing," the blonde smirks. "He thought he’d be empty by now."
But you aren’t empty.
Your body obeys the machine, no matter how exhausted, no matter how overstimulated.
• Your cock twitches, betrayed by the merciless rhythm.
• Another weak, helpless load is sucked from you, harvested for their amusement.
• The tube fills, draining you completely—yet the torment continues.
Mistress Zoe smiles wickedly, swirling her wine.
"Let’s see how long we can keep him going," she murmurs.
The table erupts in giggles.
You whimper involuntarily, body trembling—but your suffering only excites them more.

Orgasm 7 – The True Breaking Point
By the time dessert arrives, you are barely conscious, barely clinging to reality.
Your body is so wrecked, so overstimulated, that every touch of the machine feels like white-hot agony.
And still—it does not stop.
The women sip their espresso, their delicate fingers idly adjusting the controls.
You twitch. You shake. You moan weakly.
Another climax rips through you.
It is not pleasure. It is something far beyond that.
Your nerves are fried, your body completely ruined—and yet, another thick, helpless load is sucked from you.
Mistress Zoe smirks as she watches your body shudder through the forced release.
Then, she leans forward, resting her chin on her hand.
"I think we should leave him on all night," she purrs.
The others grin.
The night isn’t over.
And you are theirs until they decide otherwise.

Orgasm 8 – Beyond the Breaking Point
You are empty.
Your body is shaking uncontrollably, locked in exhaustion, nerves fried beyond recognition.
Yet—the machine does not stop.
Mistress Zoe and her friends continue their dinner, sipping wine and indulging in their true entertainment—your suffering.
• The raven-haired girl licks her lips, eyes gleaming as she watches you twitch on the screen.
• The blonde, red-nailed and smirking, absently taps the controls, teasing the machine into an unpredictable rhythm.
• Mistress Zoe simply watches, a knowing smile curling at the corners of her lips.
They know you're past your limit.
And they don’t care.

Orgasm 9 – The First Dry Release
Your body arches involuntarily as another climax is forced from you.
But this time—there is nothing left to give.
• Your cock throbs, pulsing helplessly inside the milking tube.
• Your muscles convulse, locked in the overwhelming pleasure-pain of a ruined orgasm.
• But no cum is drawn—just the agonizing spasms of overstimulated exhaustion.
The women laugh.
• "He’s dry," the blonde murmurs, tilting the phone so the others can see.
• "Not for long," Mistress Zoe purrs, flicking her wrist to increase the machine’s speed.
You gasp sharply.
There is no mercy.
No reprieve.
Only more.

Orgasm 10 – The Second Dry Release
By now, you are delirious, drooling, trembling as another orgasm rips through your body—without release.
• Your cock spasms violently, but nothing spills out.
• The suction intensifies, determined to drain you even when you are empty.
• Your nerves are fried, yet pleasure is still being ripped from you.
The women sip their drinks, watching your body betray you again and again.
"Still shaking," the brunette teases.
Mistress Zoe grins, resting her elbow on the table.
"Give him a few more minutes."
Her fingers glide across the controls.
And the machine increases in intensity.

Orgasm 11 – The Impossible Climax
It shouldn’t be possible.
Your body is spent, ruined, overstimulated to the edge of madness.
And yet—the relentless milking finally forces one last load from your abused cock.
• Your body seizes violently against the restraints.
• Your cock twitches helplessly, yielding one final, exhausted release.
• The last few drops are sucked away, draining you completely.
Mistress Zoe watches your shuddering form on the screen.
She smirks, swirling her wine.
"Now he’s really empty."
The table erupts in laughter.
But the machine?
It keeps going.

The girls have finished dinner whats next?

To be continued.......