Tersely Pertinent

She held her world in the palm of her hand.

it was such a small thing

a circlet of brown leather 

with a buckle and tongue of brass

the scent of her sweat still filled her nose

from their time and time again, together

she held it to face 

to soak in her tears

one final time together

She put in on herself

for the first

and last 

Time

The slave grimaced as her anus strained to hold the buttplug in.

She struggled as best she could, locked in the stocks.  Her head and hands clamped between the wooden braces.   Being made to bend at the waist left her ass vulnerable to access.   The Owner took advantage of this and wanted to give her another Reward.

It was larger than anything she had shoved up her ass before.   Maybe twice the size. And it was inserted without any lube.  She had felt her eyes go wide when her Owner placed the tip of it against her asshole and began to push it in.

The pain was almost too much for her.  She wanted to scream “STOP” but held her mouth.   Then suddenly, it was in.   All the way in.

The slave slowed her breathing, taking in long streams of air through her nose and then out her mouth.   Wiggling her butt helped some, the muscles pulling the plug in deeper.  The wiggling also caused the antenna to flog around.   She knew what would be coming soon.  

His hand patted her ass.  “Very good little whore,” The Owner told her, “Let’s see if your cunt can take being filled so much as well!”

Placing the head of the large rubber dick against the lips of her pussy, He slooooowly pushed it forward.    It began to disappear inside.  Her pussy widened to accept the fake cock, hungrily wanting more.   The entry was eased from the slave’s juices dripping out her cunt.  Her mouth gave soft moans, against her will.   She could even feel her legs moving involuntarily, widening her stance.

 The Owner pushed it in three inches, then pulled it back out with a great swiftness. The slave groaned in feeling the exit.  Only to gasp again when He pushed it in again, deeper than before.   Pulling it out again halfway, The Owner gave a final shove and pushed it all the way inside her, until the rubber scrotum rested against her body.

The slave grunted with the fullness.    Shaking her head, as much as she could, she struggled with both her holes filled.  The fake cock and anal plug almost pushed against one another.   Only a thin wall seemed to separate them from one another.

The Owner walked around her body and back up front of the stocks.   Careful not to step in the urine puddle under head, He bent over so he was face to face with her.   He looked over her face and admired the dried piss on it.  Lifting her chin, He looked her straight in the eye and said “I knew you could take that little whore.    You have a greedy cunt and asshole.  Now we will find out how greedy they are.”

He raised his other hand and showed her His cell phone.  With a thumb click from Him, a vibration started in her cunt.  Small at first, then gradually increasing.   The slave’s eyelids drooped from the feeling, concentrating on the sensations between her legs.  

“Oh, you like that do you, whore?  How about this?”  Her Owner grinned at her while making another thumb click.

The vibration in her cunt stopped suddenly and a new set started in her anus.  The plug shook, sending out waves of pleasure throughout her rectum.  The slave started a toe dance, seemingly trying to get away from the feeling.   A whimper started at the back of her throat, as her dance increased with the vibration.

Standing straight up, her Owner laughed at the slave’s predicament. “Poor little whore!   Don’t you like the butt buzzing?   Maybe both at once is your pleasure.”  He adjusted the app for the devices.

The plug’s vibrations stopped and the dildo’s started.   First very strong and then dwindled down, only to zoom back up again.   The plug joined the dildo in sending out sensations.   Up and down, up and down.   Then they moved in random vibes.   Never both strong at once.

The slave closed her eyes fully and started to whimper in earnest.   Tears dripped from her eyes, washing away some of the dried urine.   Fighting the vibrations as much as she could, she was trying to fend off what she knew was going to happen: an orgasum was soon arriving.

Then with great suddenness, the devices died and her knocked aside from a strong slap!  

“Not yet, little whore,” her Owner barked at her.  “No cumming until I give you permission.”  

The slave blinked her eyes from the slap and looked up at him, as best she could.  “Yes, Sir.  Thank you for the correction, Sir.” 

The random vibrations start again, as He restarted the devices.   She closed her eyes again to fight against the sensations.  Her Owner put his cell phone in the front pocket of his jeans and then unbuckled his belt.    Snapping the button and lowering his zipper allowed his pants to drop to the floor.    He then grasped his stiffened cock by the base, moving the tip of it to her mouth. 

“Open up, whore!  Here is something to keep you busy so you don’t cum.”  He told her, as he pressed the tip against her lips.

The slave popped her eyes open and slightly opened her mouth.   With the barrier open, Her Owner shoved his cock deep into her throat.  She gaged slightly from the size of it.   Then it was withdrawn, only to being driven in again.  Only harder. 

His hips moved in a rhythm of their own.  Holding the hair at the top of her head, The Owner fucked her mouth as hard as he could.   His balls slapped her chin as he drove in, and the tip would almost appear on withdrawal. 

Occasionally He would stop the thrusting, leaving His cock deep in her throat.  When He did, it triggered her gag reflex, she would start to choke and the bile start to rush up!  To keep the slave from fully puking, her Owner would take himself from her mouth, allowing the little bit of bile to rain to the floor.

The slave spitted and held her mouth open wide, to accept His cock again.  Her chin was covered in drool and bile, and her tongue stretched out in an attempt to lick his balls.   Sweat fell from her brow from the exertion.  Looking down at her, The Owner laughed and wiped the shaft of his dick on her cheeks, first one side then the other.    

“Looks like your mouth is as hungry as your twat and asshole, whore.   Guess it is time to feed you.”  He told her as He spiked His cock back in ther mouth.    “Suck it WHORE!  Suck it as hard as you can!”

The slave kept her lips as tight around Him as she could.   She tried to run her tongue over His member, but he was so fast in His thrusts!  

She lost track of time. The mouthfucking seemed to continue for hours, when her Owner started to shutter.   With a final thrust, He held her head tight to His groin and pinched her nose closed with a hand.  His ejaculate filled her mouth and gushed down her throat.    Not being able to breathe or move her head, the slave was forced to swallow his load.  

Her Owner groaned loudly and held his position until he was fully done.   Finally letting go of her nose and pulling His cock from her mouth, the slave gasped the biggest breath she could take.  

Even with her breathing pounding heavily from her body, she managed to look up him and ask “Sir, May I cum now?  Please??”

He simply smiled at her and told her “No.”

Taking a small break from my writing, while working on the format and deciding whether to continue the addition of the photos:

Here is the completed flogger:

The shoe glue completely cured on Thursday and it was ready for a stress test.   So the back of the basement sectional got abused again (No not that way.  My last name is not Vance) and all the falls remained in the handle.

For those who missed the prior post on it:

The handle is 6 inches of stainless steel tube capped on each end with a rubber cap.   A chrome drawer pull on on the butt and the head cap was hollowed out to allow the falls.

The falls are 18" (overall) yak hide.   The yak has a weight of about 4 oz (1 oz is 1/64 "), so it is fairly heavy, comparatively speaking.   Knowing this, I was planning on only using 13 falls, but they were too thick for the tube and could only glue in 12. 

(Trigger Warning:  I am testing a new format and have included Adult Images with the text)

The slave could not remember how long she had sat there on the horse.

All she could focus on was the radiating pain she felt in her pussy and her asshole.   She tried easing it by pulling herself up on the ropes around her wrists, but she couldn’t make herself move anymore.   The weights her Owner attached to each of her ankles kept pulling her down, forcing her body towards the floor.

The slave then remembered the timer on the cart.  But turning her head caused her breasts to swing and that brought even more pain to her.   When her tits moved, so did the pumping cups, still sucking on her nipples. 

The slave’s eyes followed the tubes running from the ends of the cups to the container on the cart.  It was next to that container where the clock sat

The clock read 52 minutes and 10.3 seconds.

“Only that long?”, she cried herself.  

The slave shook her head in despair.  This only made the pain worse in her body.  Tears ran from her eyes.

Even so, she raised her head as she heard footsteps approaching.  Not wanting to turn her head again, she waited until the sounds came from behind her and The Owner walked into her view.

“How are you doing, Bessie?    Given me enough milk yet?”  He laughed at her, enjoying seeing her squirm.

The slave shook her head and winched.  She could not answer with the baby bottle still strapped to her mouth. Drinking as much of the white liquid as she could, there still remained some at the bottom.

“Let’s check, shall We?”  He said to her as he went over to the cart.  

Glancing at the clock and nodding, The Owner looked down at the top of the milking machine container. “Bessie! There isn’t anything in this!   Are you off your feed?”, He scolded her. 

He uttered a gruff grunt and flipped off the switch of the pump.  The slave felt some relief as the sucking action stopped on her nipples.   The Owner then walked back to her and pulled the cups from her breasts.

She screamed as best she could through the bottle! 

The returning blood flow brought a new wave of pain.   However, luckily, it was brief.  As it subsided, she relaxed her muscles and the horse seemed to rise up in her pussy.

“Poor little Bessie! “  The Owner clucked at her, “Maybe we should get you off that thing.

He went over and unlocked the weights from each ankle, dropping them to the floor.  The slave breathed a sigh of relief and then gasped again, as He wrapped an arm around her waist and yanked her from the horse.

Setting her chastely on her knees, The Owner bent her over, so her head touched the floor.  He then untied the rope around her wrists and waited until she steadied herself and caught her breath.

“You are such a good little meat, cunt.  I think you deserve a reward.”  He told her, grabbing a handful of hair and walking her towards a door on the other side of the room.

The slave followed the lead as fast as she could.  With the pain her in pussy and tits subsiding, she scrambled across the floor fairly quickly. 

Once through the door with her Owner, she looked around to see what her reward could possibly be.   What her eyes showed her was a set of stocks, just like out of a Robin Hood movie.

It was a large wooden board, about three feet long by two feet wide.  In it were three holes.   A large one in the middle and one to each side.   The board looked like it was cut in half across the width and then mounted to a stout wooden post.

“Move along, cunt.  You want your reward don’t you?”  The Owner chastised her, as he drug her over to the device.

Letting go of her hair, he got a set of keys out of his pocket and unlocked a small padlock on the edge of the stocks.   “Stand up cunt”, He barked at her, raising the top half of the stocks up.

The slave unsteadily got to her feet.   She knew what he wanted. Bending over, she lowered her head and placed her neck in the bottom of the now separated middle hole.   At the same time, she laid each wrist in the sockets next to her head.  

The Owner grunted and slammed the stocks closed, clicking the padlock shut.  He then went behind her and kicked at each of her feet, until they were positioned as he wanted.   When he was finished, he smacked her on the ass and laughed.

“And now for your reward, cunt!”  He laughed at her, as he walked round to where she could see him beginning to unzip his pants.

So after the mostly successful Copper Flogger, I decided to see how my experience would transfer over to a stainless steel tube.   

The first problem I encountered was the Outside Diameter (OD) is smaller than the one on the copper tube.   I ordered 1 inch OD but when the first one got was less than 1 inch.   Figured they sent the wrong size, so I ordered another.

Second one came in and was the same size of the first.   So I figured this was the industry standard and made adjustments.    Already had some collars for the tube and put a chrome pull on the end.  The final handle construction looks like this:

To go with the look I wanted, I decided get a black hide.   Yak, this time to continue to exotic rhythm. Yak would also provide a heavier fall.

It took forever for the hide to show up here.   Not so much because of the shipper, but the Post Office bounced it around NE Kansas for almost a week.    But it finally arrived:

Now this stuff is much thicker and tougher than I had figured.    Attempting to cut it with my exacto knife got me poor results, so I ordered new blades for my rotary cutter.   

Titanium coated blades!

When those arrived, I was cleaning the packing oil off one of them and found out how sharp they were:

It was like I was in an SNL skit about Julia Childe 

But was able to clean up and get back to business.    My goal was to make it only 13 falls this time, figuring that the weight would make up for the thuddiness.

So the final problem came when the thicker falls went into the smaller tube, only 11 falls would squeeze in.   So the flogger is sitting on the work bench til Thursday to let the glue cure and we will see how it all works out:

The slave hung in the air like a puppet who’s master was pulling her from the stage.

Only instead of strings controlling her, it was a hook suspending her from the ropes around her tits.   The pain was enormous!  As the weight pulled her down, the rope yanked her bound breasts up and over the wooden horse.

Through it all, her mind focused on the cow bell swinging on her collar.   It clanked loudly to her.  All she could think of was the SNL skit: More Cowbell!

The slave didn’t even feel her Owner’s hands clasp itself around her ankles and swing her over the horse.    All of her attention was on the pain and the cowbell.   Even the bottle of milk, pee and cum she should be sucking on was forgotton.

The Owner centered her and went back to hoist rope.   He slowly lowered her on to the horse, stopping now and then to make sure she was going to settle on it as He wanted her to.

With the pain on her tits relieved, the slave was able to come back to reality.   She found herself with a leg dangling on each side of the triangle of the horse.   The top edge of it was beginning to bite into her pussy and ass.    The slave could feel the edge separating her lips and pushing into her clit.

As the Owner came back to her side, she blinked her way to full awareness.   She watched him bring a small stepstool  and set it next to the horse and climb it until he was face to face with her.

“That is a good cow, Bessie.”  He told her as he tilted her head backwards, so the end of the bottle pointed at the ceiling.  “Let’s get these ropes off your udders.”

The slave kept her eyes on the ceiling as she felt Him undo the hook and got the knots out of the rope.   She tried to get a sigh of relief as the ropes fell off her tortured tits, but the milky liquid gushing down her throat wouldn’t let her.    She didn’t even mind the small pain of His fingers twisting and pulling her nipples.

The Owner leaned over a bit, to reach the ropes binding her wrists behind her back.   These He undid and moved her hands in front of her body.  He then retied her wrists and raised them, placing the rope on the hook still hanging next to her.

The slave found her upraised arms caused her body to push down more.  The biting on her pussy and asshole was increased.   Nodding in self appreciation of His work, The Owner stepped down from the stool and went again to the hoist rope.

Only this time he did not move the rope very much.  Just enough to raise the slave’s hands slightly above her head.    Not far enough to even fully extend her elbows.    

But placing her arms as such brought more pressure down on her body.   It made her feel like her weight was increasing.  

As was the pressure on her cunt.

The Owner strode from the hoist rope and went over to a metal cart nearby.   On it was two rather large stainless steel cylinders.  One of the cylinders had two clear tubes: one running to the second cylinder and the other to two medium cups.

He bent over and picked up an object from one of the lower shelves of the cart.  It was a digital clock.   Placing it on the top of the cart, He then rolled the cart over to the refrigerator.   Opening the door, he retrieved a second baby bottle from inside.

Thus equipped, The Owner rolled the cart next to the slave on the horse.  After putting the two cups into a pocket, the tubes hanging out, He flipped a switch and a pumping sound started coming from the second cylinder. Climbing the stool again, He took ahold of the bottle strapped to the slave’s mouth and unscrewed from her gag.

“Looks like you are getting a little low, Bessie.  Let’s trade you out before you get started.”  He told her as the milky substance gushed from the bottle, running over her breasts and legs. 

“Look at the mess you have made, silly Bessie!  I’m going to have to clean it up!”

The Owner leaned his head down and licked the mess from her tits.   He made sure to take each nipple into his mouth and suckle it, ending with a fierce bite with His teeth.  After the bite, The Owner placed a cup onto the nipple.  

The slave felt her nipples being sucked into the deep into the cup and then release.  But not enough to let the cup fall from her breast.   Then the sucking again, then the release.

After attaching a cup to each breast, The Owner patted her on the thigh.   He turned to get off the stool but then turned back to her and placed a hand on each shoulder.  Pushing down very swiftly, He made sure she was firmly seated on the horse.  

Satisfied with her placement, He deftly skipped off the stool and went back to the cart.    Once there, He reached out a hand and flipped a switch on the clock.   It lit up and started recording the passing seconds.

“Now we will see how long you can take it, Bessie.   How long are you going to last for me?”

The slave, still soaking wet from her shower, padded into the building behind her Owner.   Her bare feet left little puddings from the concrete slab outside into the white, sterile she found behind the door.   The cow bell attached to her collar clanked with every gooshy step.

Looking around her, the slave saw more and more white: walls, floors, even the doors and cupboards and cabinets. The only things not white were the stainless-steel carts, refrigerators and….

Her brown eyes open wide at the sight of the last object.  Something she hadn’t ever seen before, maybe only in videos and articles talking about medieval torture devices.

In the middle of the room was a wooden horse.  Made of polished wood, it was formed by a large, long triangle sitting on two stainless steel poles coming up from the floor.  The top edge of the triangle looked very sharp to the slave.  

Not wanting to think anything more of the horse, she shifted her gaze to the ceiling and saw an old style block and tackle hanging down, above the horse. The slave shivered.  Not so much from the coolness of her still wet body and the temperature of the room, but understanding what the ropes were for.

“Stand right there, Bessie”.  The Owner’s voice brought her out of her reverie. He had placed her close to the horse and then walked over to one of the refrigerators. 

Opening the door and reaching in, He retrieved what she saw as a baby bottle with leather straps attached to the cap.   He then closed the door with a kick of his heel and took a small coil of rope from a nearby cart.

Walking back to the slave, He grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around.   Grabbing both her wrists, he looped the rope around them until they were bound tight together.   He then turned her back around again and held the bottle up to her eyes.

“Time for your feeding, Bessie.” 

The slave saw the bottle contained a white liquid.   Something like milk she thought.  Looking back at her Owner, she saw he had a puzzled look on his face.

“Looks a little lite, doesn’t it Bessie?  Not enough for a growing cow like you.  Guess I am going to have to top it off.”

She watched Him as he lowered the bottle to the zipper on his jeans.   After unscrewing the cap from the bottle, The Owner’s other hand undid his pants and took out His Cock.  The slave saw it was already half erect and rather large.  

The head dripped with a small amount of pre cum, as He began to massage His member.  He put the head of His dick into the mouth of the bottle.  His breathing deepened as His massaging quickened.  

After a few minutes of this, The Owner closed his eyes and gave out a loud grunt and his load exploded into the bottle.   He then squeezed His penis, as if to make sure every amount of cum he could get into the bottle.

Taking His cock out of the bottle, The Owner held it up to his eye and scrutinized the mixture. “Still not enough for you, Bessie”, He told her as He again lowered it to his crotch and reinserted the head back in.

He looked her straight in the eye while he emptied his urine bladder into the bottle.   The slave broke contact with Him and watched as the golden liquid mixed in with the milky substance.

With a small piss shiver, The Owner took out his dick and recapped the bottle.   Shaking the bottle, He put away His cock and redid his pants.  Completing his tasks, He then approached the slave and told her to open wide.

The slave opened her mouth and tilted her head back.   As the nipple of the bottle entered her mouth, she began to suck on it, even as she felt His hands wrap around her head to buckle the bottle to her.

The milk tasted cold, adding the chill of her body.   She was hoping the body temperature fluids would help her warm up, but it didn’t help.

After strapping on the bottle, The Owner lifted her chin up and patted her on the head.  He then then went over to a long rope that was hooked up the block and tackle on the ceiling. 

He let out the rope and lowered the set up until it was shoulder height next to the slave. She watched it settle while she continued to drink from her bottle.   Her gaze shifted back to The Owner as he fetched another coil of rope from the cart.

“Don’t pay attention to me, Bessie.” He spoke to her as he strode up to her, “You finish drinking as I hook you up.”

Concentrating on her bottle, The slave suddenly felt a crushing pain from both of her breasts.    Not wanting to lower her head to look down, so the bottle could keep draining, she felt His hands squeeze and twist each tit.   

The pain subsided as he let go, but was replaced with the rough feel of the rope, as he wound it around and around each breast.  They felt as if each one were being crushed by a giant hand.  The slave almost dropped to her knees from the pressure and wanted to scream but the ever flowing milk didn’t allow her.

The Owner stepped back to admire his rope work and gave each tit a smack.   “I think that should do it!” He told her, as she reached over to the tackle hanging next to her shoulder.  

On the bottle of the tackle was a heavy-duty hook.  This He put through a loop of rope he created on the rope between both breasts.   The Owner then walked back to the rope running down to the wall and drew it in some.

This action pulled on the block and made the tackle raise toward the ceiling.    As it went up, the slave stood herself on her toes, to keep the pressure off her tits.  

The Owner walked back to her and inspected the hook and rope.  Nodding again in satisfaction, He flicked the end of the bottle and told her to keep drinking.  Strutting back to the rope, He yanked on it very quickly.

The slave felt her feet leave the floor and the pain in her breasts tripled.   She hung freely in the air, as her legs flailed around, trying to find purchase.

“Now the fun begins.”  The Owner said to no one, while he watched her dangle.

The slave wallowed around in the mud, like the good little piggy she was.

The dark, thick much covered most of her body.  Arms, legs and her tits were covered with it.   She knew her ass was well and half her face, from being thrown in the mud pit by her Owner.

The only area not covered was her back.  But, she did didn’t want to roll over because she was afraid she would lose her piggy nose and ears He had put on her.   She also didn’t want to dislodge the pig tail that was sticking out her asshole.

She moved around the pen, giving her something to do.   Occasionally the slave would look back towards the building across the dirt track from the pen.   She knew the Owner was inside there and was waiting for him to come back.

The slave decided to investigate the other end of the pen.   She noticed it had a awning over it and thought it might be good to get of the sun a bit.   

After getting under the awning, she found there was a trough of water and another of dry breakfast cereal.    The water reminded her how thirsty she was from the morning run with the cart.   Placing her hands on the edge of the trough, the slave dipped her lips into the water.

She closed her eyes, feeling the cool liquid slide down her throat.  In response to the soothing touch, she grunted like the piggy she was. 

The problem was the water caused another sensation in her body.  She had to pee.   Looking around, she decided to do what piggies did and moved off to the part of the pen furthest from the gate.   Once there, the slave lowered herself on all fours, to the point her chin was resting in the top layer of the muck.

Closing her eyes again, she let loose her bodily fluids into the mud.   She kept her eyes closed and grunted again as the fluids left her body.

“Here piggy, piggy, piggy!  Here piggy, piggy, piggy!  Souiee!  Souiee!  Here piggy, piggy, piggy!” 

The slave snapped her eyes open as she heard the voice of her Owner.   Seeing him walking up the gate of the pen, she trotted over as fast as she could to meet Him.   

He leaned down over the gate and shook His head in disgust at her. “You are a filthy piggy!  Now I have clean you up!   Get your ass over here!”  He told her as he unlatched the gate and opened.   She crawled though the gate, leaving a trail of the mud as she exited the pen. 

“Get on your feet, piggy, and try not to get any of your filth on me.”  The Owner barked at her, as she clipped the end of leash to her collar.

The slave stood up and looked rather embarrassed at the mud dripping from her body.   But that did not last long, as a sudden tug of the leash made her move forward, following The Owner as he crossed the dirt track towards the house.

However, instead of going in the front door He has used earlier, The Owner guided his dirty piggy around the side of the house to the back.    There, the slave discovered, was a concrete slab about 10 feet long by the same distance wide.   In the center was a drain and off to one side was a water pipe.  The pipe went up and over the slab with a shower head at the end.   She also saw a garden hose coiled up and connected to the pipe.

“Get under the shower, filthy piggy.” The Owner ordered her, “I have to get you clean before we go inside.”  

The slave nodded with her pig nose and ears bobbing up and down.   Kicking off her swim shoes, she walked over to the center of the slab and looked up at the shower head to see if she was in the right place.

Just as she glanced, cold water poured down, hitting her full in the face.   The slave raised a hand to make sure the headband with the piggy ears did not fall off.   “My God, this water is COLD!” she thought to herself, as it cascaded over face and down her body.

Suddenly the slave felt a hard scrubbing over her tits.   Looking down, she saw The Owner had gotten a brush on a long handle and was brutally running it over her breasts and belly.  

“Turn around, piggy, and bend over.”  He told her.

She did as he ordered.   Keeping centered under the chilling waterfall, the slave placed her hands on her knees and widened her stance.   She then felt the brush scrape over each leg and over her ass.   Looking down, she also saw the brush pass between her legs and then turn over.

The Owner used one end of the brush to remove the mud from her cunt, roughly running the bristles over her lips and clit.  He pressed up so hard, the slave felt he was trying to stick the end inside her.

He then moved the brush over her ass and back.   Scrubbing hard, she wondered if he was trying to remove skin as well as the mud.

As suddenly as the water started, it stopped.  The slave stood there shivering as she dripped huge droplets onto the concrete.   She stood up and was just wiping her eyes when she felt his hand  grab her throat from behind.

“I didn’t tell you to stand up, cunt.”  His hand tighten as she felt the pig ears ripped from her head.   Then the pig nose was violently ripped off and the tail yanked from her anus.

“But you aren’t a piggy anymore, are you?” The Owner asked her. “No you aren’t.   Now, you are a sad, little cow.” 

With this statement, he brought around a small cowbell into her field of vision.   He clanked it two or three times and then affixed it to her collar.    Then letting go of her throat, The Owner used both hands to grab her nipples and pull them straight out.

The slave bit her lip to keep herself from giving out a big yelp! 

He pulled out her breasts until they were as far from her body as they could.   Twisting the nipples, he said to her “Let’s go inside and see if I can get any milk from these things!”