Chapter Five
Rhone’s right hand pressed down hard on Journee’s stomach.
Journee could not help herself. She could not even think to help herself before it was already happening.
She was peeing! Laying on her back in the tub! Right after her orgasm.
She was peeing into the hot water she bathed in.
She couldn’t get herself to stop. It was such an unbelievably sweet relief to relieve the built-up pressure.
It was also unbelievably humiliating.
She was peeing in a tub she laid in and these two young women… were laughing at her again!
Pindpo gasped through her laughs, “Yes! She did do it! As you said she would, Rhone!”
Rhone agreed while working to keep Journee in place, her pussy under water, “She releases her urine! She swims in it now! Her urine and her juices. I felt her spray at the crucial moment of orgasm. She squirt!”
‘We mix quite the bath potion!”
“One more ingredient remains….”
Pindpo said, “Yes, yes, I know it. I will hold her shoulders as you add it. I believe your teats are more likely to have replenished a greater amount than mine.”
“It is so, Pindpo. I make more, and she suckled off you more recently. Still, you should be a part of the bath potion, so you will also have your turn in a minute.”
It made it through Journee’s post-orgasmic mental haze that they were talking about adding their breast milk to the mixture already in the bath!
Besides, she was already swimming in milk on the inside. She guessed she might as well swim in it on the outside as well.
Pindpo didn’t really need to hold her down, but Pindpo’s hands were on Journee’s shoulders as Rhone cupped and squeezed her breast with one hand and used the other to direct her nipple spray. Squirts of warm human milk joined the hot water mixture in the bath. The milky whiteness briefly clouded the water as it struck the surface but then quickly spread out to near invisibility.
Rhone emptied her right breast quickly compared to when Journee suckled from it, but Journee was still surprised to see so much milk produced so soon. Hadn’t she just emptied Rhone’s tits about twenty minutes ago? She had two milk factories on her chest!
Rhone switched to her left breast, “Pindpo, see to watch this. It will be most amusing.”
Journee looked also. Of course she did. Someone says to take a look, even to someone else, and you looked.
Squirt.
Rhone had leaned forward, with one hand squeezing the breast and the other squeeze-aiming the nipple. That hand turned the nipple at the moment of squeezing….
The squirt of milk hit Journee right on the tip of her nose. Milk streaks shot across her face.
Rhone exclaimed, “I have perfect aim!”
Pindpo, as always, readily agreed with Rhone, “You did it so well. Do it again.”
Journee was blinking milk out of her eyes as she heard that but quickly changed strategy to clenching her eyes tight. Rhone delivered five more squirts which landed mostly on her face and hair with one hitting her neck.
Rhone said, “I did milk spray on her face like a man do to woman in American pornographic films.”
Pindpo said, “What a man does is disgusting. The milk is sexy. But they do look the very same.”
Journee was dripping with milk and soaked with humiliation. Between this latest debasement and the contents of the bath “potion” she’d never felt so low. But, somehow, she was still extremely turned on. Her orgasm had not satiated her.
She bet Rhone and Pindpo had more to do to her. Things that would help solve the same problem they created.
Pindpo said, “I will clean off this dirty American milk slut. Or perhaps make her dirtier.”
Then she pushed down on Journee’s shoulders and kept pushing until Journee’s head sunk below the surface of the water. She let Journee up almost immediately but, as Journee sputtered, having taken in an unwelcome swallow of the bath water, Pindpo dunked her again and then a third time. Journee could not help swallowing some of the bath “potion.”
After the dunkings, Journee lay there wiping her eyes as Pindpo switched spots with Rhone and pressed ut a few squirts of milk from each breast. She did not target Journee’s face. She squirted straight into the bath.
Then they pulled Journee out of the bath. They dried her off and told her it was time for a swim to clean her off better. They pulled her nude through the expansive Ambassador’s Residence and outside in back of it to the pool.
Journee was in a stumbling daze, just going where they pushed or pulled her.
She did make a weak protest, “I need to get dressed. Someone might show up.”
“Stop whining, American slut. Why cover this body? It is sexy. People like to see it. Why deny them?”
Pindpo giggled, “People like to do much more with your body than to only see it.”
Rhone answered, “And she should let them do as they wish to her. For now, she lets us do as we wish. Or perhaps she does not let us, but, nevertheless, we do as we wish. And so it shall be. Soon she will be ready, or more ready, to let anyone do anything to her or with her. Why not? She is a slut and she orgasms from any such treatment. Everyone wins.”
Uh, no, Journee did not think that was how it worked. In general, with anyone, and definitely not with her. But maybe it did work that way with a slut.
But she wasn’t a slut!
Well, maybe she was a slut to two African girls she barely knew, ones who treated her nasty and somehow lactated more than ten normal women. But, hey, that was only two people out of, what, eight billion in the world?
So, no matter how slutty she was with them, she wasn’t all that slutty.
That sounded like she was giving herself a mental permission slip!
It wasn’t needed because these two sure didn’t act like they needed one to do whatever they wanted to her.
Breastfeeding. Pee baths. All that stuff. These African girl guides were into sick shit!