Chapter Two
Journee swallowed her mouth load of milk. Her heavy swallow made a thick glunk sound.
Her mouth almost instantly filled up with breast milk again!
Journee swallowed again. She felt forced fed like those animals she’d read about. She guessed she was forced fed. And they did treat her almost like she was an animal.
Journee swallowed again and then again. The milk shot into her mouth but she realized she was also sucking now, pulling it in faster. It made no sense. Why was she sucking it in faster? To drink up more breast milk?
But she didn’t stop. She kept sucking and she kept swallowing.
She was doing it again. She was breastfeeding! Like a big baby!
But Rhone wasn’t motherly. This wasn’t nurturing. Not in the normal way of thinking about nurturing. Maybe Rhone was nurturing lesbianism or some weird sexual thing inside Journee’s mind.
Journee was determined not to fall for this, not to fall into whatever state they wanted her in. She was only going to breastfeed in a standard usual adult-to-adult way. If there was such a thing.
Rhone reported, “Pindpo, the American slut is eating her breakfast in bed. You see? She does respect her own American traditions. We will also make sure she respects our Rambikkun traditions.”
Journee suckled. She sucked harder and harder and swallowed faster and faster. She didn’t think. It was hard to think while breastfeeding. She had to suck hard but not bite. She had to keep her seal and her suction even while swallowing. Breastfeeding involved almost all of her mind and most of her effort.
Pindpo sounded happy, “I research the Americans. One must know what to feed one’s pets. They should have three cups of milk in their diet. So says their American Dairy Association.”
“Does one cup equal one teat full?”
“Who knows? We can overfeed, I am sure. If some is good, then more is even better. Four teats per day. And we will make her feed from our four teats twice per day.”
“Yes, it is a good plan, Pindpo. She sucks like a giant baby despite being such a small adult.”
“Does it feel good, Rhone? As good as yesterday?”
“It feels ever so good, Pindpo. Better than yesterday. She has a hunger for my milk now. She loves it.”
That upset Journee. She did not love it! She just had to do it. So, she suckled. To get more. To swallow it faster. To be done with this.
That did make sense. But she realized she hadn’t thought out that strategy and then carried it out. No, she’d sucked hard and swallowed hungrily long before the idea of the reason for it came to her. She only thought up that reason because of Rhone’s awareness of her hungry feeding.
Well, she was hungry….
The warm, almost hot, human milk flowed down her esophagus and into her tummy. She could feel it pooling in her tummy.
Jesus….
Pindpo said, “Yes, she will like mine again also. I am sure of it. I think it arouses this one. I think her girl flower is dewy from arousal.”
Girl flower?
Oh, Jesus. Pindpo meant her pussy! Well, Pindpo must be making it up that Journee’s pussy was “dewy.” This did not turn her on!
Rhone twisted around but kept her breast in a feeding position, “Yes, yes, Pindpo, I see the dew. I do not think droplets of my milk have made it down so far. Truly, this American slut is a particular kind of slut. She is a milk slut!”
Pindpo laughed, “Milk sluts are worth much at market. As they now say, one can sell a milk cow at market for good money or one can sell a milk slut for a small fortune.”
Rhone responded, “Too bad we cannot sell her at the market. Queen Muunu does not currently want an international incident. But though perhaps we cannot yet sell her, but the situation may change. She is useful to Queen Muunu now, but perhaps it will not always be the case.”
“We can hope. The milk slut needs further training in any case. Until then, this is good for the American slut. Her country’s association says it is good for her bones.”
“Come now, Pindpo! Bones are hard and our teat milk is but a liquid. Does the ‘association’ think people are fools?”
“Yes, they believe it helps the bones. I like the idea of it. Just think, Rhone! Her lovely shoulders and bones and spine will consist, in part, of what we feed her through our teats.”
“Pindpo, you have such a way. Is it that the thing you told me about once? Is this that thing, the romantic?”
“I am not sure. But I like it. I will give her the most milk. I want her bones to be more Pindpo than Rhone.”
“Ha! A contest then?”
Good lord! All Journee could do was think it, not say it. She sucked, and she swallowed. Her mouth was busy, too busy for talking. It was crazy how much milk was in Rhone’s tit!
This whole situation was crazy. If she was wet over this, then that was the craziest of all.
Journee was anxious about all this. Somewhat anxious. She’d started out completely stressed and almost ready to bite and fight. But there was something about drinking down the milk, pulling at the ‘teat’ with her mouth, her mouth flooding with milk, and her tummy filling with the milk. The flavor of breast milk inundated her mouth as the milk inundated her body.
But something else inundated her. There was something calming about it. Journee felt herself relaxing more and more, even as she sucked harder and swallowed faster.
She felt like a big baby. For not fighting them off and for breastfeeding like a baby.
And…
…she had to admit it.
Only to herself. It was her secret. A secret no one should or could ever know. Ever.
It was turning her on.
It was just so intimate. And sexual. How could it not be sexual? They were adults, and one adult had part of her tit inside Journee’s mouth! And Journee was sucking on that tit!
It was like sex. With a weird calming vibe. All that warm milk. That getting filled up feeling. Journee wondered if women who were into sex with men with big cocks got this same contented filled feeling, only a bit further down.
She’d heard some women really got into great big cocks getting into them. Not Journee. She’d never had a cock she’d describe as bigger than average, and she had no interest in big cocks.
Well, she didn’t used to. Now she was intrigued at how one might make her feel and if it would be at all like this unearthly sexy filling up feeling. But a cock filled up a girl from the outside, sort of, and this milk filled her from the inside. Sort of.
That was so weird. This lesbian stuff was making her think about cocks! It must be her heterosexuality fighting back internally. You go, heterosexual self! Fight back! Represent!
Rhone told her, “Enough on that teat, for now, American slut. Milk slut! Let us switch to the other.”
Journee felt reluctance or an increase in her reluctance. But she wasn’t sure if that was because she did not want to suck more milk out of the other breast or if it was because she did not want to release her latch on this first one.
Rhone arched her back, and her tit lifted off Journee’s mouth.
Journee swallowed the milk that was left in her mouth. Then she swept her tongue twice over her lips. She felt dazed and a little breathless. She bet they could see stars in her eyes.
She waited patiently as Rhone adjusted her position and brought her other breast in for dunking into Journee’s mouth. Journee cursed her weakness for lying there waiting for it. But, despite the inwardly directed cursing, she did not say a word and did not try to avoid the next breast.
She felt shame.
She also felt… hunger. She wasn’t full yet. And, even as one appetite was fed, the simple one driven by her stomach, a new hunger rose in her.
Jesus. She knew it for certain now. She was turned on.
Not by breastfeeding! She hoped not. It must be the anticipation of sex. She knew sex must be on the way. This breastfeeding thing probably already counted as sex, and she bet there would be lots more of this and other things sexual.
How long before Mom returned from her visit with Queen Muunu?
Rhone and Pindpo might have sex with her for hours and hours!
Why did that not sound as bad as it should?
It didn’t sound bad at all.