Author's Note: This was another suggestion from the same reply to my question from Discord for ideas I posted last week. It turned out well. Poor Allen. I just keep breaking and tormenting him. I love it and you all love it too, you dirty little Wastelings, you! Well, it's about time to wind down this pleasure corruption show. After all, we have three more weeks until he is completely broken. One of the days will be on Valentine's Day. That's going to be interesting. Speaking of which, I don't know if the latest idea in my head will be next week or on Valentine's Day. For now, enjoy this week's key.

Key Twenty-Four: Milking:

She walked Allen in like a pet. He should be used to this by now. The angel was numb by this point. What else could they do to him?

"Did you bring him with you?" Road asked.

"Yes," the redhead said.

"Excellent," Road said. Now they could begin.

The redhead walked Allen toward his mistress. Road took him by the leash. She leaned down to the angel's ear.

"I have something for you," she whispered.

Allen looked up at her. There was nothing in his eyes. His mistress smirked. She had just the thing to wake him back up.

"Shall I clean him up?" the redhead asked.

"Yes, thank you," Road said. She handed the leash over to the other woman. The redhead tugged on the leash.

"Come," she said. She walked Allen over to a sink and basin across the room. She reached over and turned on the faucet. The redhead put down the leash and picked him up. She picked up Allen and sat him down on the counter. He watched as she put in the cloths in the basin. The redhead reached into the cabinet under the sink. She bottled out clear and brown bottles. Allen didn't ask. Like she would even answer him.

The redhead slipped on a pair of rubber gloves. She then reached into the sink and pulled out a wet cloth. She pushed him onto his back. Allen stared up at the ceiling. He didn't respond as she wiped down his skin. The redhead took her time. Every spot had to be cleaned perfectly. His arms, legs, chest, stomach, and neck. She took especial care of his cock and balls. Allen didn't respond. He should be used to this by now.

"Good boy."

There it was again. Allen's pupils dilated as he started breathing heavily. The redhead stood up, smirking. She scooped up the angel in her arms and carried him back to Road.

"He's all yours," she said.

"Good. Put him in the chair," Road commanded. The redhead sat him down in a red plastic chair. She bowed and walked out of the room.

"Hold on," Road said. The redhead stopped in her tracks and turned her head.

"Hm?" she asked.

"Help me get set up," the monster said. She motioned her head over at Allen.

"Sure," the other woman said. She walked over and helped with getting the angel into the machine.

Allen lay back on another table. They strapped down his wrists and ankles in the spread-eagle position. He had a huge ball gag in his mouth. Road stood over him, smirking.

"Hey there," she said. He stared up at her with wide eyes. Road held up her hand.

"I know, I know." She grabbed him by the cheeks.

"You're going to be a good little cow today." Road broke into a huge grin.

Wait, cow?

Allen looked down at his body. A tube was tightly secured on his cock. At the top was another funnel attached to a giant machine. The front had so many buttons and dials. A monitor sat at the top. It looked like everything was set. Oh no, not this again. He quickly started shaking his head. His mistress giggled. What choice did he have? She was the one in control here, not him.

Road let go of his cheeks. "Aw, don't be like that. This will make things so much better." Allen stared at her with his heart racing. Something told him that this was it. He could see it in Road's eyes. The porn was just the prelude.

She broke into a huge grin. "Oh and I have something else for you." She reached into her pocket and placed a pair of earpieces in Allen's ears.

"This is just something a little extra," Road added. She drew out a remote from her pocket. Allen shook his head while making muffled sounds. No! Don't push that button! I won't try to escape anymore! I'll be good! Don't do it! Please! Don't push that button!

Road pushed the button with her thumb.

The pumping started off slowly. Almost to a crawl. Allen moaned in frustration and embarrassed pleasure. She wasn't going to let him think straight this time. Allen started to pick up on a faint whispering. He couldn't make out what it was saying. However, the pumping didn't give him a chance to concentrate.

What… What is this?

The whispers felt like a warm tingle in his ears. Allen relaxed and settled into place. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. The pumping slowly started to get faster. His eyes rolled back into his head.

Road took a seat in that plastic red chair she had facing her pet. She licked her lips. She already had the final two stages set up and ready.

"Aw, you look so happy," she said. Road reached out and caressed his cheek.

"Such a sweet baby."

Allen moaned in response. The machine pumped steadily at a consistent pace. Road's eyes followed the movements of the tube. The sounds were music to her ears.

"Heh. Guess it's time to turn up the speed." Road turned up the pressure gradually. The pump sped up.

Meanwhile, Allen found himself in relaxed-out bliss. It was like he forgot how to think. Somehow, that didn't matter anymore. The milking pump sped up again. The angel's moans grew louder in the gag. Drool rolled down the side of his chin. He bucked his hips back and forth. The restraints held him steadfast in place. It didn't take long for the pressure to build again.

But how was he going to cum?

Just give in.

Allen knew that he shouldn't. There was something that he should do. But giving in sounded so good. It wouldn't hurt, would it? Surrendering to this pleasure sounded so easy. All he had to do was say yes and he would get his release. The building-up was causing intense pain. Allen found his mind in a tug-of-war. Both sides had very strong arguments. Saying no would be the right thing to do. But saying yes would feel so good.

Perhaps he could use a little more persuasion.

Road was more than happy to oblige. She turned up the speed and pressure higher. Allen arched his back as he moaned. The choice became so obvious. Why was he hesitating moments ago? He knew what he needed to do.

His mistress raised her eyebrow. "Hm?" Allen struggled to shout something at her.

"What did you say?" Road asked. She reached out and pulled the gag out. Allen let out a loud gasp. His lower lip quivered.

"P-P-P-Please…"

"Please what?"

Allen trembled. He tightly shut his eyes. "Please… Please…" The last part came out quietly.

"Please what?"

"Please… Please let me cum!"

"You want to cum?"

"Yes!"

Road leaned down to his face with a hungry grin. "Then you know what you need to do. Are you willing to submit?"

"Yes!"

She panted him on the head. "Are you willing to submit to being my pet?"

"Yes!"

The mistress drew back her hand as she chuckled. "Okay. I will let you come. Come!" Her pet broke down and gave into his climax. His screaming was like the most beautiful sound in the world. Allen settled back into place, breathing heavily.

"Was that good, little Allen?" Road asked. The angel looked up at her with a hazy look in his eyes. He lowered his gaze.

"Yes." His cheeks were flushed bright red. He already knew that this session wasn't over. After all, the machine was still pumping. Allen rested his head back. Somehow, that didn't matter anymore. The angel didn't mind it either.

He hadn't even gotten to the climax of Road's little experiment with him.