Maid To Milk

Marian woke up with a startle, the chains jingled with her, echoing in an empty dungeon cell.

She was strung up by them the whole night, "to rest" the guards said, while grinning ear to ear.

"Don't want you to crawl out at night" they added, even though everyone that she can't disobey them.

King John had Robin Hood as his captive, and his life depended on her full unquestionable obedience.

Becoming a slave, wearing nothing but mere parody of a knight's armor, protecting only arms and legs, her torso always naked.

And the servitude was nothing but torture, her entire body was sore, forced to spend the night crouching with legs spread open.

And the dildo on a short pole piercing her pussy, constantly squeezing in and out of her her drooling hole as she twitched and shivered.

The pleasure and lust boiling under the surface, her inner walls clenching around the phallus, in rhythm with her heartbeat.

How badly she wanted to fuck this fake cock, but maiden held herself back, to abstain from the corruption King John besieged her.

All olf that would be bad, but there was something worse. Marian couldn't tell, but she felt that something was off.

He giant chest, heaved bare before her, feeling unusually heavy. But she couldn't tell if they grew again in size, or her crippling exhaustion.

And she sensed strange tingling sensation deep within her, accompanied with weird warmth, both made her feel uneasy and excited at the same time.

As the time went on in this empty cell, her chest became swollen, the redness began to shine through her short vixen coat.

Marian didn't know how or when will it stop, but she got an inkling of an idea what was going on.

-I-it cant be!- she whispered under her ragged breath -I can't be lactating!-

As from her realization, her bulging nipples squirted white liquid, it felt like it forced its way from her tips, from how full her breasts are, spreading the sweet smell of milk in her cell.

In this moment of weakness, she lost control over herself and the orgasm she had been holding back for so long, began cascading through her body, rattling the chains.

Her weak hjips jerked back and forth, letting the dildo slip in and out of the tight grasp of her lower flower, squeezing out her love juices.

Maid Marian tried to swallow her moans, only ending up yelping and groaning, her lewd sounds echoing back into her ears and certainly throughout the dungeon.

She spent a few moments like this, orgasming for the nth time this long, cold night... until she managed to recollect herself and whatever mental and physical strength she had left.

Now gazing down upon her sore chest, she realized that she desperately needed help, to drain warm milk from her overfilled mammaries.

And with mix of terror and excitement, she had to beg the cruel King John to do it...

***

As of late the thoughts of Maid Marian with swollen lactating breasts begging to be milked had been plaguing my skull cavity and had no choice but to commission it...

The idea of the pic and the story to it was supposed to be the retelling of Milk Maid:
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/46686380/
But during development it kind of turned into its own thing.
Eh, the creative process do be like that.