Each drawing suckle and flicker of tongue against her nipple made the new woman's breathy moans that much more audible. The slowly draining breasts were ceasing to ache, and a warm fluttery feeling was coming from her new and still hugely stretched open sex. Even the pain of the brutal rapes was starting to be lost in a soft glow that seemed to suffuse every pore, and it worried her not that the slab she was seated on was not only rapidly being covered with milk coming from and running down their bodies, but a spreading wetness that was dribbling between her thighs.<br/><br/>Though she had her arms back to prop herself up, one shaking hand moved to caress the hair of the girl giving her such relief, then cuddling her to her breast in an instinctual, but very maternal manner.