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He fucked each of the girls right there by the pulpit, sometimes cumming village in their mouth, sometimes in their cunt, sometimes in their ass. He watched in delight as they would lick the cum from each other's bodies. When they begged him to hit them, hurt them, drive the sluttiness from their bodies (as Alistair had told them to) he agreed without hesitation, and after that a good portion of each Sunday was spent with the girls having their breasts and pussies lashed with the priest's strong indian leather belt while they cried and whimpered. And of course, when he discovered they were wetting themselves on his pews, he was quick to have them clean up their mess with their tongues. The amount the girls were bringing in from prostitution by this stage was really quite substantial, and it was enough for Alistair to schedule a program of upgrades for the girls. One by one they each went into hospital, and one by one they each came out with beautiful fake F-cup tits straining against their old innocent dresses. Katy's were the most expensive, as it was much harder to do without hurting the punjabi baby - and much more painful for Katy - but they managed it, and soon Katy had milk leaking from giant balloon-like whore tits. No effort had been made to make the breasts look natural - they were clearly boobs that were intended for pornography. The girls knew no-one would ever look at them again without assuming they had specifically chosen these breasts in order to increase the sexual pleasure of men. Once Katy's milk had come in, Alistair made sure that Katy was being milked more or less outdoor around the clock, even when she was dry. The more milk Katy expressed, the more she would produce, the bigger her tits would grow, the more they would be painfully full, and the more reliant Katy would be on being milked to relieve that pressure and pain. She wasn't allowed to milk herself, of course - she always had to have someone else help her. Alistair reserved for himself the pleasure of tugging hard on her tits each morning and night, enjoying her squeals of pain as he milked her into a bucket like a cow. The rest of the day, he had two of the other girls suck on Katy's raw over-sensitive nipples, knowing that they would receive this treatment themselves when Alistair eventually got them pregnant. How Katy slept depended on how well she sucked Alistair's cock before bed - if she did well, she was allowed to have an automated breast pump sucking painfully at her boobs all night. If she did poorly, he just left her all night, so that by the morning she was in awful pain, her tits full of milk, mooing desperately (for that was the only noise she was allowed to make tamil at home) in the hopes of someone mercifully milking her. If her mooing woke up Alistair, though, he had an extra punishment for her - rather than milking her with his hands, he would milk her with his belt, giving her thirty hard lashes of leather across the top of her agonizingly sensitive swollen tits, milk squirting from her nipples on each hit, and then wrapping the belt brutally tight around the base of each tit and pulling downwards, working her breast like a tube of toothpaste. She would be in such agony by the end of this process that she didn't know what she was saying, and would happily agree to thank him for the pain, couple to drink his morning piss, and even beg for another twenty lashes of the belt across her stupid cunt. The other girls were terrified by this treatment of Katy, so Alistair made a point of making them watch and masturbate each day as he did this to the little collage Christian slut, making them complicit in her torture, so they would remember orgasming as he hurt their friend, so they would associate her pain and abuse with their sexual arousal. He almost ejaculated on the spot the day that pure, innocent Paige approached him on a morning where Katy's mooing had been particularly loud, and asked him if she could hurt Katy instead today. He conceded, and watched with delight as the beautiful blonde enthusiastically whipped Katy's fuckmelons with the belt, squeezed them while Katy moaned, and then visibly orgasmed when Katy finally burst into degraded tears. We agreed we wouldn't keep secrets.” tamil The OUTLAWS had village done their job. She drew my finger out with exaggerated slowness, then smiled. 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