Equality of outcum

Elke’s head was still awash with endorphins as she slowly came down from subspace. The goat milking cups finally let go of her nipples bringing fresh sensations to her overstimulated brain. Her nipples stood out nearly two inches and was throbbing. Straightening out she was led out to face her exuberant audience, still clapping and cheering. Max and Jamie had the honours of locking her nipples, reversing the unlocking procedure. With her nipples now hypersensitive it was even more of an ordeal than the unlocking. Her screams were so piercing that she had to be gagged to allow them to finish the procedure. 

Dave came by with a towel to wrap her up and take her for aftercare. Dave had installed a psychology room. This was a safe space to unwind, come back from subspace and recover. A member of her core team would always accompany her after milking sessions, allowing her to have someone close to hug, to hold, to be with. This created a deep bond between the erstwhile founders. Dave was talking to her softly, calmly, lovingly. His words drifted in and out of her world until she slowly came down to earth. Dave was always good at making her relax. She drifted off to sleep.

Half an hour later she awoke on Dave’s couch, feeling refreshed. She looked at her boobs. The nipples have now retracted back to something resembling their original size but was still very sensitive. Her huge mammaries were covered in ink. She had no idea how many people fucked her while she was being milked but she hoped it was enough to allow her to finally get some release. The company was still growing and their numbers now reached upwards of fifty.

Dressing quickly she headed off, guided by her sixth sense to her next meeting. It was time for another committee meeting.

The meeting was already assembled by the time she got there. The away team was clearly joining today and there wasn’t enough space at the table. Angie was standing demurely next to the spot Elke traditionally occupied. She revelled in Angie's rapid descent. Standing next to each other brought the contrast between the two women in sharp relief. Angie in her prim business suit, professional make up, beautiful by conventional standards. Elke, platinum blond, whorish makeup, huge boobs, dressed like a total slut. 4 inch heels, ridiculously short skirt, pierced navel, long nipples poking through a sheer blouse and mountains of cleavage on display. As if that is not mortifying enough her skirt was so short that the evidence of her arousal could be seen as a long strand of pussy juice was leaking out of her pantiles cunt. 

The meeting went as these meeting usually go with some notable exceptions. Elke’s usual request to be allowed to come more often was fully supported by the away team. Angie's reduced status made her opposition fall on deaf ears. The away team argued it was bad for milk production if Elke was never allowed to come. It has been almost two months since Elke was last allowed to come, with new staff joining almost every week. To make things “fairer” a new system was proposed. Rather than having to fuck every employee, Elke could come if she collected fifty stars. Every employee could rate her performance out of 5 and when she had 50 stars displayed on her chest she could cum. This would incentivise her for both quality and quantity. 

This was great news to Elke. 50 stars would be almost ridiculously easy. She fucked on average 8 to 12 men a day. She was developing a sense of pride in her ability to satisfy every man. Getting 50 stars would mean fucking 10 men. And the ceremony would be gone too. Under this system she would get to cum almost every day!

The second significant event was the issue of her punishment. It was Ricardo (another stickler for rules) that brought up the question of her inaccurate breast milk predictions. She was wrong by 4cl and that implied 4 strokes of the cane. Why was that not administered at the milking?

Angie seemed to emerge out of the hole she was sinking in too and come to her element. “I can explain. She, at that point she has so much endorphins and is so deep into subspace, that the punishment would have no effect. She would barely feel it. We delay the punishment for special occasions when it will have maximum effect. We intend to punish not only with pain, but also humiliation. This meeting would be a great opportunity”.

“Can I do the honours?” Ricardo asked.

“Well sir, actually we have a specialist for that”. Angie took the role with great gusto. She spent many hours practicing her techniques on Elke’s body and has raised it to a fine art. She took delight in talking Ricardo through the procedure. Elke received frequent punishments. This required very precise placing of every stroke. The cane she used was a full meter long, made of a synthetic material. It was not round in, cross section, but triangular with rounded corners. A round cane will leave two welts, one on each side of the cane. This was designed to leave a single, wide, well-defined welt, down the centre of the stroke. It was moderately heavy and had a good flex under pressure. It would never break. Leaving a perfect welt without cutting the skin requires extreme precision.

Angie motioned Elke to turn around and bend over. Elke bared her arse to the room full of clothed people without a moment's hesitation. Angie flipped her skirt over and demonstrated her handiwork to Ricardo. For the first time Ricardo noticed the precision of the artwork on her arse. Every welt was perfectly parallel, lines did not touch or cross. The space between the welts was smaller than the welts themselves. 

Elke had vivid memories of every stroke. The strokes were administered on the milking station but for punishments the angle of the L sections were even more severe forcing her into a tight hamstring stretch, presenting the optimal area of her bum to the air. For caning, she is not merely lying down on the bench. She is strapped in tightly, not able to move her lower back or thighs more than a centimetre in any direction. A laser guided robot arm delivers the strokes with superhuman precision and precisely controlled force. Force calibrated to contact the skin at the exact speed required to raise a horrible welt without breaking it.  Her agony was indescribable. People talk about fire and burning, but the pain was more concentrated, more intense, more immediate than any burn she had ever felt. She was not even conscious of her scream – it burst through her throat from her diaphragm and echoed off the walls. Pain on top of pain. Every stroke falling on fresh skin. 

The robot arm would purposefully wait between every stroke. She had forty five seconds for the pain to register and to fully appreciate the pain. The robot would wait until her breathing stabilised just enough. Just as the intensity of the pain started ebbing a new stroke would fall. Her arse was covered from crack to the sensitive area where the top of the thighs met. Those strokes were extremely painful. Running out of space the last 3 strokes were evident on the tops of her thighs. 

Angie was happy to finally produce something Ricardo was impressed by. By the tent in his pants she knew he was going to really enjoy the next punishment session. She surprised herself that seeing his unmistakable erection instantly warmed her loins.