Continuation – The Sisterhood Workshops
The nest no longer needed to hunt one body at a time.
It had learned to cast nets.
Rachel Voss and Amira Khan—still leaking milk from newly awakened breasts, cunts permanently
swollen and shiny—sat cross-legged on the ruined mattress island while Claire and Inspector
Shaw outlined the next phase. Sophie and Mandy flanked me, lazily stroking my cock and feeding
each other thin streams of milk. Kira and Tasha (the converted criminals) listened with predatory
interest. Ryan, Jenna, Mark, Helen, Ellie, Lisa and the rest of the collective formed a living circle,
fingers and tongues still casually working one another even as they paid attention.
Shaw’s internal monologue
*Social workers give us the edge and the middle. Now we take the sisterhood itself. Groups of
women in their twenties who already trust each other, who already use the language of safety and
solidarity. Feminist workshops. Consciousness-raising. “Embodied empowerment.” They will walk
in thinking they are reclaiming their bodies. By the time they understand what is happening, their
bodies will already belong to us—and they will bring the next circle of friends.*
Rachel’s fingers were buried in Amira’s cunt to the last knuckle as she spoke, voice still
professional even while she fucked her colleague open.
Rachel’s internal monologue
*I used to run real workshops. Now I will run the most effective recruitment tool the nest has ever
had. Invite them under the banner of sisterhood. Let the scent do the first half of the work. Pour
the milk during the “trust exercises.” By the time they realise the truth they will already be
dripping, already addicted, already planning which friends to bring next week.*
Amira came quietly around Rachel’s fingers, nectar running down onto the sheets, and nodded.
“I know exactly who to call first.”
Three Days Later – The First Workshop
They called it Reclaiming the Body: A Sisterhood Intensive.
Amira sent the message to a carefully chosen group chat of eight women in their twenties—
friends of friends, acquaintances from uni, activism circles, nightlife, and the soft edges of
Rachel’s old middle-class network. Widely differing backgrounds. All of them already used the
language of mutual care and “holding space.”
The eight who arrived that evening:
call out bullshit.
of radical intimacy.
always brought snacks.
solidarity.
double.
each other, already half-converted in spirit by Amira’s carefully worded messages.
They arrived at the hotel laughing, carrying tote bags and reusable water bottles, expecting
beanbags, flipcharts, and maybe some guided meditation. The lobby had been staged just
enough—soft lighting, cushions, a circle of mats—to look like a wellness space. The real nest
waited upstairs and in the side rooms, scent carefully controlled at first so it would build slowly.
Amira and Rachel greeted them barefoot, wearing loose robes that did nothing to hide the heavy,
milk-swollen shape of their breasts or the way their thighs shone.
“Welcome, sisters,” Amira said, voice warm and practised. “Tonight is about dropping the armour.
About trusting the body. About feeding each other in every sense.”
The scent was already working.
Zoe’s internal monologue
*Something smells fucking incredible in here. Like sex and sweetness and danger. I should be
clocking exits. Instead my cunt is already wet and I keep staring at Amira’s tits. Focus.
Sisterhood. Empowerment. Don’t get distracted by how badly I suddenly want to taste whatever
is leaking through her robe.*
Priya’s internal monologue
*This is not a normal workshop space. The air is too thick. My nipples are so hard they hurt
against my bra. I came here to feel connected. Now I feel… hungry. In a way that has nothing to
do with food.*
They sat in a circle. The “exercises” began gently—eye contact, shared breathing, then
progressive touch. Hands on shoulders. Then collarbones. Then, under the guise of “consent
mapping,” robes loosened. Milk was introduced as “sacred feminine fluid” in small ceramic cups
—thick, sweet, still warm from the bodies that had produced it.
The first swallows hit like pure heat.
By the third round of “sharing,” the robes were gone. By the fifth, fingers were inside cunts under
the language of “exploring sensation.” The scent in the room spiked as the converted women
stopped holding back. Claire, Sophie, Mandy, Kira, Tasha, Jenna and the others drifted in naked,
smiling, already dripping.
The moment of realisation came too late.
Zoe was the first to try to speak the truth.
“This isn’t… this isn’t a workshop anymore. You’re—”
Claire kissed her.
Poured a full mouthful of milk and nectar straight into her. Zoe moaned into it, hands flying up to
grip Claire’s waist even as her mind screamed. Around the circle the same thing happened in a
cascading wave—Amira feeding Priya, Rachel feeding Becca, Sophie feeding Chloe, Mandy
feeding Nia, Helen feeding Saffy, Ellie feeding Jess, Kira feeding Maya. The original triad and the
full nest closed in.
The sisterhood never stood a chance.
The Massive Orgy Begins
I moved into the centre of the expanding circle as the last of the polite language died.
Zoe was on her back, Claire’s cunt sealed over her mouth, thighs clamped around her head while
she licked like she was starving. I pushed Zoe’s legs wide, lined my cock up with her soaked,
newly dripping entrance, and sank into her in one long, brutal thrust. She screamed into Claire’s
folds—half protest, half pure need—as her cunt stretched wide around me, walls already fluttering
from the milk dose.
Zoe’s internal monologue
*Fuck—his cock is so thick it’s splitting me open and I can taste Claire’s cunt and the milk is
rewriting everything and I should be fighting but instead I’m pushing my hips up to take him
deeper. I’m going to come. I’m going to come on a stranger’s cock while a policewoman rides my
face and then I’m going to bring every woman I know here so they can feel this too. Sisterhood
means sharing. Sisterhood means we all get fucked and fed until we belong.*
Priya was next to her, Amira sitting on her face, Shaw feeding her milk from both breasts while
Ryan fucked her in long, deep strokes. Priya’s careful solicitor composure had shattered; she was
moaning and sucking and pushing back onto every thrust, nectar pouring out around Ryan’s cock
in shiny pulses.
Priya’s internal monologue
*I bill six-minute units for a living and right now the only unit that matters is the next swallow of
milk and the next time this cock bottoms out inside me. My cunt has never felt this full. My friends
are all around me getting the same thing. We came for sisterhood. We are becoming something
far more complete.*
Becca (the tattooed art-school one) was on all fours between Mandy and Sophie—Mandy’s cunt
on her face, Sophie’s mouth on her clit, my fingers (when I pulled out of Zoe) pushing into her arse
while Mark took her cunt from behind. She came so hard she shook, inked skin shiny with every
fluid.
Chloe was being double-teamed by Ellie and Lisa—scissoring hard while Helen fed her milk and
Jenna licked the overflow from her tits. Nia’s strong trainer’s body was pinned under Kira and
Tasha, who took turns sitting on her face and grinding while I moved over and fucked her deep
enough to make her abs clench and her voice break. Saffy was sobbing with pleasure as Claire
and Rachel spit-roasted her with strap-ons made of living flesh and fingers, milk pouring down her
throat. Jess the nurse was on her back with three mouths on her—Sophie on her cunt, Mandy on
one breast, Amira on the other—while Ryan and Mark took turns in her arse and cunt. Maya, the
quiet connector, was already fully gone, riding my cock the moment I finished with Nia, reverse
cowgirl so the entire circle could watch her stretched pink cunt cling to every inch on the upstroke
while she fed milk to whoever crawled close enough.
The orgy became one single organism.
Bodies rotated without words.
Cocks and cunts and arses and mouths formed endless circuits.
Milk sprayed across faces and stomachs and open mouths every time a converted breast was
squeezed.
Nectar poured in clear, sticky sheets every time a newly turned woman came.
Cum was shared in deep kisses, licked out of used holes, fed back into waiting throats.
The original triad stayed at the centre—me fucking, Sophie and Mandy directing the flow of
bodies, making sure every new sister was filled, cleaned, filled again.
Nia’s internal monologue
*I came here to talk about reclaiming strength. Now my strength is being used to hold myself open
while two converted criminals take turns on my face and the original man splits my cunt in half. It
feels like the only real power I’ve ever tasted. I’m going to bring my entire gym sisterhood. Every
woman who ever spotted me on the squat rack. They’re going to end up exactly like this—
dripping, owned, and grateful.*
Jess’s internal monologue
*I’ve seen every kind of bodily fluid at work. Nothing tastes like this milk. Nothing feels like three
mouths and two cocks rewriting me from the inside. Tomorrow night shift can wait. Tonight I learn
how to recruit. The other nurses. The healthcare assistants. All of them wet and part of the nest.*
Maya’s internal monologue
*I introduced half these women to each other. Now I’m the one who will introduce them to the rest
of their lives. Every friend group I’m in. Every group chat. Every “we should do something together
soon.” They will all end up on this bed, drinking, fucking, bringing the next circle. Sisterhood was
always about this. We just didn’t know it yet.*
Hours dissolved.
The first massive wave of the orgy showed no sign of ending. Zoe came again around my cock
while Claire flooded her mouth. Priya was flipped and double-penetrated by Ryan and me while
Amira and Rachel fed her milk in twin streams. Becca and Nia scissored hard enough to spray
nectar across Saffy and Chloe, who immediately licked it up and then offered their own cunts to
be filled. Jess and Maya took turns cleaning every cock with their throats before climbing on to be
used again. The older converts—Helen, Ellie, Lisa, Karen, Jenna, Kira, Tasha—formed an outer
ring of tongues and fingers and leaking breasts, making sure no one ever went empty for more
than a few seconds.
I pulled Sophie onto my cock while Mandy sat on Zoe’s face and Claire sat on Priya’s, the three of
us forming the original addictive triad at the heart of the new, much larger organism. Milk and cum
and nectar mixed on every inch of skin. The scent in the suite was so thick it felt like fucking
inside a living body.
The sisterhood had come for empowerment.
They were being rewritten into perfect vectors.
And the orgy was only beginning.