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 Day fourteen.

   Marti was a typical inmate at the Internet Cybersex prison, except for
one small detail.  She was lactating and thereby entitled to extra rations
with supplements.  Some girls were induced to lactate for a variety of
reasons, usually at the behest of important personages in the clientele. 
Just before going on line on the game grids, a girl would be milked by one
of the attendants.  She would thus be doubly aroused during her session. 
The girl was usually milked twice a day, before going on the game grids and
before being put to bed in the evening.  Surveillance cameras overhead
ensured that the girl never pleasured herself or wasted any of her precious
milk.

   At the end of a typical day, Marti was exercised and fed.  After a short
period for relaxation, she assumed that she would be milked before bed. 
Her breasts were full and ready for the smooth, firm touch of the milkmaid.
Instead of being milked, she was put on a flat rack and secured.  Her back
was flat on hard wood and her hands were high above her head.  Her ankles
were secured and she was belted into position.  She could not even jiggle
ber breasts or flop them back and forth to excrete any of the congested
milk.

   In the morning she was miserable.  She needed to be milked badly and
moaned.  Her arms and legs were cramped and the belts around her midrift,
hips, and thighs constricted her badly.  At long last someone came, a
female matron and two slack-jawed guards.  They released Marti and led her
to the preparation room.  The usual procedures seemed endless in her
condition.  From time to time droplets of milk would form on her distended
nipples and dribble down her chest.  No one seemed to notice.

   At long last Marti was secured to the computer station, hands cuffed to
the keyboard.  She looked into the cam window to see another girl, arms
tied high behind her back, approach her.  The girl slid into position in
front of her.  Soft lips pressed on her breast, opening slightly as she
sucked the milk from one breast and then another.  The girl had been fasted
for two days and this was to be her only food.  She worked her nose over
the turgid teat to ease the milk up the ducts.

   Marti purred.  She remembered how long ago she two was treated in such a
manner.  Now as she felt pleasure undulate over her entire body she enjoyed
the scenario being played out on the game grid.  The player in real life
was a slob, a pig of a man, but in Virtual Reality he was prince charming
plus, plus, plus.  Marti purred again as a hungry mouth sucked in her
breast and squeezed out the last droplet.

   The girl was removed and taken to the next station to feast on another
bound lactating girl.  This unusual set of circumstances was to celebrate
national milk day.  The clients on the servers were enjoying dairy products
during the cybersex session.

   Some me like girls who giggle.  Some men like girls who wiggle.  Those
girls with breasts full of milk jiggle as well.  Nothing is more sadistic
or perverse than having several girls, hands tied behind their backs and
distended breasts, run a foot race.  The start by giggling, then wiggle
with anticipation, and jiggle as they run.