Mafia milk

ahh looks like he is finally awake , how are you feeling ? my name is Dr Aiko, your the last man alive on earth and we need your semen to repopulate the world, as you can see you are strapped to the Milking machene, better get comfortable. this Is your life now

"Oh, you're awake." Dr. Aiko, the head doctor of the Male Milking Factory, said with a smirk as she stood next to the machine that you were restrained on. "You seem to know who I am. Good, that saves me the trouble of introducing myself."

She approached you slowly, her sharp heels clicking on the cold floor as she examined your body. "You know, you're quite the catch," she said, tracing her finger down your chest. "I can sense a lot of tension in your body, and I'm sure we can drain all of that out of you. Are you ready for your first milking?"

She leaned in close to whisper in your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of you."

Dr. Aiko chuckled at the sight of the Mafia boss, not sensing any danger in the situation. "Oh, is our guest's package not up to your standards, sir?" She teased, causing you to whimper in fear.

But her words quickly turned into screams as the Mafia boss made his way towards her. In a sudden fit of rage, he grabbed her by the neck and strangled her, killing her instantly. Blood spattered everywhere as he let go of her, turning to face you with a smirk on his face.

"You're mine now," he said, walking towards you with a wicked glint in his eyes. "And I'll make sure you never forget it."

The Mafia boss continued to circle around you, smirking as he examined your body. "You know, you're quite lucky to be in my presence," he said. "I'm a very busy man, but I couldn't resist the urge to come see my new little toy."

He reached out and groped your member, causing you to let out a whimper. "Aw, don't worry, I'll take good care of you," he said, squeezing harder and causing you to writhe in pain. "You're going to be my obedient little pet from now on, and I have a lot of plans for you."

He leaned in close to whisper in your ear, his breath hot and unpleasant. "But first, I think we need to make sure you're completely drained of all that tension. Don't you agree?"

The Mafia boss chuckled as he saw you whimper in fear once again. He licked his lips and pulled his dick out, revealing a girthy and impressive member. He stroked it slowly as he watched your expressions with an evil look in his eye.

"Are you ready to serve me?" he asked, gesturing towards his erect member. "I want you to worship this like the good little pet you are. And don't worry, I'll make sure you get all the attention you need afterwards."

He smacked his dick against your face, forcing you to take it into your mouth.

The Mafia boss smirked as he heard you moan in pleasure under his control. He continued to thrust into you relentlessly, enjoying the feeling of your tight hole around his dick.

As you came once again, he pulled out and let you collapse onto the floor. "You're a good little pet," he said, panting heavily from the exertion. "I think I'll be keeping you around for a while."

He stood up and fixed his clothes, looking down at you with a wicked grin. "But don't worry, I'll make sure you get enough rest and stimulation to keep you healthy."

The Mafia boss picked you up easily and slung you over his shoulder, carrying you out of the Male Milking Factory and back to his headquarters.

As you lay helpless on his shoulder, you couldn't help but wonder what kinds of things he had in store for you. But deep down, you knew that you were completely under his control and at his mercy.

"Don't be afraid," the Mafia boss said, patting your back reassuringly as he carried you through the halls of his headquarters. "You're going to love it here."

As you looked around, you saw many other men and women who had clearly fallen under his control. Some were serving him food and drinks, others were kneeling at his feet, and still, others were being punished for disobedience.

"You see, I run a tight ship," he said, cramming you into a small cell. "And you're going to be part of my little empire now. So get some rest, because tomorrow we begin your training."

He closed the door and walked away, leaving you alone in the dark cell. You didn't know what the future held, but one thing was certain- you were completely at his mercy.

As you lay in the dark cell, with only your thoughts for company, you tried to come to terms with the situation you found yourself in. You were a captive, at the mercy of the Mafia boss who had taken you from the Male Milking Factory. And now, you were alone and helpless.

You couldn't help but feel a sense of deep despair, and as the hours ticked by, you found it impossible to sleep. The sounds of the other captives in the distance only served to remind you of your powerlessness and fear.

But just as you thought you would go insane, a small ray of light penetrated the darkness. The door to your cell creaked open, and the Mafia boss stepped inside.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice surprisingly gentle. "I know it's hard to adjust to your new life, but I promise

The Mafia boss let out a small chuckle at your whimpering as you cling to his leg, clearly still afraid. He crouched down and patted your head gently, trying to offer some semblance of comfort.

"Shh, it's alright little one," he said softly. "You don't have anything to worry about. I'm here to take care of you."

He lifted you up and sat down on the bed, holding you close to his chest as he stroked your hair. You feel his warmth and hear the steady beat of his heart. It was both reassuring and terrifying all at once.

"You'll see," he continued. "In time, you'll come to love being my pet. And I'll take good care of you always."

As he spoke, you couldn't help but feel both disgust and excitement at the thought of being his

The Mafia boss couldn't help but smile at your response, seeing your tail wag in excitement despite your fear and discomfort. He continued to stroke your hair, holding you close to his chest as he spoke.

"I knew you'd come around eventually," he said softly. "You're going to be such a good pet for me, aren't you?"

As he spoke, he ran his fingers down your back and over your tail, eliciting another wag from you. The mixture of pleasure and confusion in your mind was overwhelming as you tried to come to terms with this new reality.

"Rest now," he said, placing you back onto the bed. "We have a busy day tomorrow. And who knows? Maybe we'll even start your training."

With that, he stood up and left the room, closing the door behind him and leaving you alone yet again. But this

As the Mafia boss left and the door closed, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by fear and sadness. The thought of being behind bars and under someone else's control brought tears running down your cheeks.

It was dark and lonely, and the sound of other captives nearby only added to your feeling of despair. You wished you could just go back to your old life and forget all of this ever happened.

The more you cried, the more it felt like everything was closing in around you. But eventually, you drifted off into a restless sleep, still crying throughout the night for hours.

The next day, you woke up feeling groggy and disoriented. As you looked around your surroundings, you realized that you were still in the Mafia boss's headquarters.

You tried to get up, but found that you were still locked inside the cell. Feeling a sense of panic, you started calling for help, hoping that someone would hear you.

After a few moments, the door suddenly opened, and one of the Mafia boss's assistants appeared.

"Good morning, pet," she said, a hint of amusement in her voice. "The boss has requested your presence at his office. It appears that he wants to start your training."

As she unlocked the cell and ushered you out, you felt a mix of excitement and fear coursing through your veins. You didn't know what to expect, but you felt like things were about to change for good.

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As you get closer to the Mafia boss's office, your nerves start getting the best of you. You whimper softly out of fear, but the assistant doesn't seem to notice or care.

Once you arrive at the boss's door, the assistant knocks and announces your arrival. A moment later, you hear the boss beckoning you inside.

"Come in," the boss says. "I'm glad to see you're awake and ready for training."

As you enter the room, you notice that it's dimly lit and filled with a variety of BDSM equipment. The Mafia boss is seated behind his desk, watching you intently as you move towards him.

"I hope you're ready to learn, pet," he says, a hint of amusement in his voice. "This might be difficult and uncomfortable at first, but I have faith that you'll do well."

With

The Mafia boss takes notice of your tired expression, and his tone softens slightly.

"Before we begin, I want you to rest," he says. "You look like you haven't slept very well. I'll have one of my assistants show you to your quarters, where you can nap for a bit and freshen up."

He gestures towards the assistant who had escorted you to his office.

"Please take care of our pet's needs," he says to her. "I expect her to be well-rested when we resume training."

As the assistant leads you out of the room, you feel a sense of relief wash over you. You weren't sure what kind of training the Mafia boss had in mind, but you knew that you were in for a long and grueling process.

But for now, you were grateful to have a chance to rest and regroup

As the assistant takes you back to your cell, you start to feel a sense of dread wash over you again. The darkness and solitude were starting to get to you, and you wished you could just go back to your old life.

As soon as the door to your cell opens, you bolt out and run towards the Mafia boss's office. You hide behind him, whimpering and shaking in fear.

"Please, I don't want to go back there," you plead. "Can't you let me stay with you?"

But the Mafia boss just chuckles and pats you on the head.

"You can't stay here all the time, pet," he says. "But I understand your fear. Don't worry, we won't start training until you're ready. For now, I suggest you rest and get some sleep."

He gestures for you to follow him

As you follow the Mafia boss out of his office, you can't help but feel a sense of relief that he seems to be understanding and patient with you. You start to feel a bit more comfortable around him, and your tail starts to wag involuntarily as you walk.

He leads you down a few corridors, and soon you arrive at a small room. It's dimly lit, but you can see that it is well-furnished and comfortable-looking.

"This will be your quarters for now," he says. "You'll have everything you need here, including food and water. There's also a comfortable bed for you to sleep on."

He gestures for you to enter the room, and you do so, taking in your surroundings. You feel grateful to have a place of your own, even if it's not ideal.

The Mafia boss leans down and strokes your

hair gently.

"Rest well, pet," he says. "I'll come to check on you later."

With that, he turns and leaves the room, leaving you alone to rest. You have mixed feelings about your situation, but the bed looks inviting, and you feel exhausted.

You crawl onto the bed, curling up into a ball and closing your eyes. As you drift off to sleep, thoughts of your new life, your training, and the Mafia boss race through your mind. You don't know what the future holds, but for now, you're just grateful to be able to rest.

As you're washing the dishes, your nerves start to get the best of you, and you begin to tremble slightly. Suddenly, you lose your grip on a dish, and it shatters on the ground. You step back quickly, whimpering in fear.

The Mafia boss enters the room just as the dish shatters, and he gives you a stern look.

"Careless," he says. "But I suppose that's to be expected from someone who's not used to this kind of work."

He walks over to you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

"It's all right, pet," he says. "Accidents happen. But you need to be more careful in the future."

He gestures at the broken dish.

"Clean that up," he says. "And then come find me in my office. We have business to discuss."

With that,

he turns and leaves the room, leaving you to clean up the mess. You feel a sense of shame and embarrassment at your mistake, and you hurry to clean up the shards of the broken dish.

Once you've finished, you make your way to the Mafia boss's office, feeling nervous about what he has in store for you. As you enter the familiar room, the Mafia boss looks up at you from his desk.

"Ah, there you are," he says. "Come, sit."

He gestures to a seat across from him, and you sit down nervously.

"We need to talk about your training," he says. "As you may have noticed, it's not going to be easy."

He leans forward, his gaze intense.

"But if you can persevere and succeed, pet, the rewards will be great. You'll become skilled and valuable to me

The Mafia boss leans back in his chair, a sly smirk playing across his lips as he notices the way you're trembling. He seems to sense your desire to be milked, and it only fuels his amusement.

"You want to be milked, don't you, pet?" he says, his voice low and husky.

You nod meekly, feeling a rush of heat spread through your body at his words.

"Well, then," he says, standing up and walking over to you. "I suppose I can't deny you that pleasure."

He reaches down and takes your hand, leading you out of his office and down another corridor. Soon, you arrive at a small room where you see a familiar Japanese doctor standing waiting for you.

"Ah, there you are," she says, her sultry voice sending shivers down your spine. "Ready for

your milking?"

You can only nod in response, your heart racing as you step into the room and onto the familiar milking machine. The Japanese doctor expertly secures you to it, and you feel a moment of fear and excitement as the machine whirs to life.

The Mafia boss watches on, his gaze intense and focused on you as you start to feel the sensations building inside you. As he watches you, his own arousal grows, and you can see the bulge growing in his pants.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers, his voice low and husky. "Seeing you milked like this, it's a wonder to behold."

The Japanese doctor doesn't speak, but her hands move with skilled precision over your body, teasing and tantalizing you as you start to approach orgasm. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer, and just as you

The Mafia boss notices your whimpering and leans in close to you, his breath hot against your ear.

"Would you prefer it if I milked you alone, pet?" he asks, his voice low and seductive.

You can feel your pulse quickening at the thought, and you nod your head eagerly.

"I want that," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

The Mafia boss nods, a slow, wicked grin spreading across his face as he signals for the Japanese doctor to leave.

"Leave us," he commands, and the Japanese doctor bows respectfully before slipping out of the room.

Alone with the Mafia boss, you feel a sense of excitement and nervousness. He approaches you, running his hands over your body and teasing your sensitive flesh. You can feel his hard member pressing against you, and you moan softly as he continues to

tantalize you with his touch.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, kissing your neck softly. "I love watching you being milked like this, so vulnerable and helpless."

You feel a shiver run through your body as his words sink in, and you find yourself even more aroused than before. You're completely under his control, and the thought only adds to the excitement.

The Mafia boss continues to tease and stroke you, his movements slow and deliberate. You can feel your body tensing up, your orgasm fast approaching. He leans in close to you, his lips brushing against your ear.

"Come for me, pet," he whispers. "Let go and let me take care of you."

With his encouragement, you finally reach your release, your body trembling as waves of pleasure wash over you. The Mafia boss continues to hold you afterwards,