Forced Lactation Stories With Pictures

[joetex]

I always enjoy the build up to the story. When I read a story that will inolve sexual conquest and humiliation, I don't want it to begin with the action.  I want to get to know the character of my victims, as it were; their motivations, and foibles.  I want to know them as real people placed in a situation of duress.  Then I want to know how they react to what is inflicted upon them, and what they are thinking.  That's why I'm taking my time to get to the good part.

Okay, just a little more build up, then the good stuff!   

[joetex]

Sorry for taking so long to continue this series.  I've been busy and haven't had time to compose the script.  However, I have been busy putting together several photos with digital softward that I'm certain you will enjoy once I combine it with the story line.   

[mothbrad]

Excellent news.  I look forward to it!

[Emma]

Its always a pleasure to read your succulent installments.   I find it quite fascinating that you can take a relatively normal occurance ie: nursing and turn it into such an erotic thing.    I love her humiliation and shame.

[Sprayman]

The story is definitely getting interesting! Looking forward to the next installment.

[Sprayman]

Speaking as someone that did a fair amount of photography, both film and digital, while working for a newspaper, I'm impressed. I never did any of the digital modification work myself, But I do know a bit about how it's done, and have watched the process and seen the results.

Your results are very good - not to mention erotic!

[joetex]

Thanks, Sprayman.  I appreciate the compliments.

What do you think about the story line?  Any thoughts about the Thai terrorists using this nursing British woman in this fashion?

joetex

[Sprayman]

Total honesty here.

I don't find the lactating theme very exciting myself. What I do like is the way you use it to humiliate the woman and the pain caused by first not expelling milk - then being forced to expell milk. The milk part is incidental to me. The humiliation and pain are my thing.

Again, in complete honesty, I didn't think I would enjoy this theme at all, so the fact that I do get some stimulation and pleasure from it is a testimony to your work and attention to detail. I admire your effort and results, even though the theme isn't my thing. Keep up the good work!

[Sprayman]

The story is great and the new format makes it easier for me to read. (Old eyes, you know) Looking forward to the next installment.

As an admin note, I may decide to move your thread to another section of the forum. Not that this is the wrong place for it, but it is approaching the length of a regular story. No problem for now though.

[joetex]

Sprayman -- You caught me in the middle of editing my post, and I added a photo with a caption.  Please take a look and comment.

As an afficiando of digital manips, what do you think?  Subjectwise, what do you think about what it's trying to portray?  Am I off track, or do you think folks will find me too kinky?

Appreciate your thoughts.   

joetex

[Sprayman]

The picture was posted when I replied, so the only thing I missed was the caption.

I think you are doing a great job with the digital pictures and the manips. I've seen less professional work published in the ad section of the newspaper I worked for. You are illustrating your story admirably.

I doubt that anyone here, including me, will find you too kinky. There are some here much further 'out' than you.

Have sent you a PM.

[joetex]

Sprayman -- I just sent you a reply to you PM.

joetex

[joetex]

To all,

I've reformatted the second Thai Hostage story to make it more readable.  Hopefully, this will be less of a strain on the eyes.  Comments welcome.

DESCENT INTO HELL: BANGKOK NIGHTMARE

The Kidnapping and Sexual Humiliation of a Western Woman

The Thai terrorists were growing antsy, frustrated at not being able to find new ways to fund their insurgent operations through a sustainable financial resource.  Their traditional arms trafficking and white slavery operations business were saturated, with the East Asian market increasingly dominated by the Chinese underworld.

But they soon realized that their country was blessed with a bountiful resource from which to generate large sums of cash: western tourists, or more specifically, female  tourists. Bankok a was favored destination for vacationing families from all over the world, especially for expat families from Australia, the United Kingdom, and New Zealand. Many families included infants and toddlers.  This meant that many  women tourists were in a physical state highly prized by the terrorists: they were nursing.

Mother’s milk was a highly prized commodity in the Asian and Middle Eastern underworld.  Many men of these cultures were superstitious and thought that consuming large quantities of human milk had strength and longevity properties.  Even more highly sought was the milk of western women, largely founded on the mythical belief that the milk of a white woman from a developed country was superior. Wealthy men paid large sums for this bounty.    

As the western women tourists strode in the public square, some with their infants in strollers signalling their recent mother (and potential victim) hood, the Asian terrorists took photos and ogled their newly blessed nursing capability.  There were so many to choose from! They began tracking certain women and gathered intelligence on their nationalities and identities.  Should they choose the tan-complected Lisa Goldman, the young Jewish mother of twins whose own bulbous“twins” were seeking release from under her tight, form-fitting blue pullover blouse?  Or would it be the porcelain-skinned Italian beauty, Isabella Federici, whose pointed, full bosoms were barely concealed by her stylish T-shirt?

[joetex]

Despite these promising candidates, the Thais narrowed their choice on one Jane Harper-Watson, a redheaded  British economist and new mother who was visiting Thailand for the first time with her husband, a bank executive. Jane had barely tolerated her two-week stint in Thailand, trying to adjust to the sights and sounds of this booming Asian country.  But there was something  she found off-putting and nagging whenever she strode in public: the Thai men were constantly staring at her.     

As a western woman in an Asian country, this was not unusual.  However, she also noticed the fixation of their eyes on her chest.  Despite being a confident professional, Jane was uncomfortable having men leer at her.  In particular, she realilzed that the swollen condition of her milk-laden breasts made them rather obvious.     

[joetex]

When Jane’s breasts became engorged following the birth of her child, she became self-conscious of the oversized dimensions of her chest.  When in public, she chose to wear baggy, loose shirts so as to avoid the stares of strange men  (and even women).  But she had little choice here in Bangkok to wear apparel that was slightly more revealing given the tropical weather and the stylish tourist apparel available in this part of the world.   Nonethess, she felt overexposed and on display as she spied the men looking at her mammaries. She felt like a pulic “cow”, waiting to be milked.

She chafed at the notion of them fantasizing over her physical assets, plainly irritated that these Asian men were hoping to get a look at them bare, perhaps during one of her numerous breastfeeding sessions she sought to maintain discreetly though in public places (she was a breastfeeding advocate). As a upper-class woman of the now-defunct       British Empire, she was determined never to give these dirty little yellow men that privilege.  But she was unaware that others had quite different plans for her, plans that would result in her being forced to share one of the most intimate parts of herself as a mother, as a woman, and as a human animal capable of feeding her young .