MIMI ON THE TERRACE BEING MILKED<br/><br/><em>Fuuuhhh-Tunk! Fuuuhh-Tunk! Fuuuhh-Tunk!</em><strong>"Uhn! Uuhr! Ouhhnn! Uhhrrr-rrn!"</strong>It was so good, so wonderfully good! My breasts bounced about as the pumps tugged at each one in turn, my tender aching nipples being sucked down one at a time and released, even the little squirting gushes of milk from them were pure pleasure.<br/><br/><em>No wonder I hear stories of women getting turned on when they breast-feed their babies! It feels so good!</em>I hung from my wrists in the main terrace and enjoyed the view down to the beautiful swimming pool a deck below. We were quite private here. There were four penthouses that shared the rooftop of this tall block. I knew from the Masters conversations with their neighbours that the three other apartments occupied the other three corners of the roof of the building. I did not know how many storeys up I was but it looked like about ten or fifteen. Below on the quayside the people crawled like ants and beautiful yachts and cruising boats all in sparkling white moved across the blue waters of the harbour like toys.<br/><br/>Such a pretty place I lived in… yet so scary too. Over the week they had owned me I had found my Masters very variable. Some nights they would come in from their day's business and rape me until I couldn't think. They took me every which way and I gasped and cried out in pleasure. Other days they would ignore me until I took a toy in my mouth and begged them to let me fuck myself. Sometimes they would say yes and then laugh and make lewd comments as they watched me debase myself in front of them, other times no, and would bind my front legs behind my back and hit my breasts and thighs and rump with their belts calling me degrading names like slut and trash and whore, even though I had no choice and could not control the urges that had taken over my life. Then they would leave me bound in my cage and I would pitifully call out to them and beg to be allowed to cum. Then they gagged me and ignored me, putting a black cloth over my cage in the corner of the lounge and threatening me with a severe beating if I made any noise and disturbed them. Those evenings wore the worst.<br/><br/>I needed sex. All the time. I needed cocks in me, as big as I could take and thrusting as roughly as I could bear it. Something very serious had changed in me when those evil men had messed up my body and my mind in that lab.<br/><br/>Some days I cursed them with all my heart and wished the gods would send a boiling mudslide down a mountain to snuff them all out – preferably very slowly. Other days… some other days like today as the milking machine made me climb gently and inexorably towards what I knew would be a really nice powerful orgasm… I loved this life. I loved having a body that leaked ready-juice all the time. I loved having these new breasts and this bigger behind that appealed to those who raped me. I loved being a dog and going naked round the house. I loved my toys and I loved that no sooner than one of my Masters entered my body I'd be bucking in utter pleasure as they pierced me.<br/><br/>I did not know which was right, that I should think everyone who had done this to me evil and wish the worst curses upon them, or just thank them for the amazing pleasure they had allowed me to experience.<br/><br/>Today was one of those days I was not sure. I was enjoying the milking but this morning before he had gone out, Master Anthony had dragged me from my cage and rubbed my nose in the scented patch of cloth on the corner or the sofa. He had cursed at me loudly in his language I id not understand. I just knew he was angry that I had rubbed myself on the furniture and that whatever it was he was saying I would suffer for it. I knew I had been set up, that my cage door had been left open and my toy box locked shut on purpose. My Masters had known I would rub my girl place against something I should not. Maybe even if I hadn't they would have made up some infraction to punish me for.<br/><br/>So hanging there in the milking frame I had mixed feelings. Master Randall had gone indoors… I wondered what for.