Unfortunately, the story is not finished. I started it about 3 months or more ago and didn't feel like finishing it until now. Now that I've re-read it I can safely say: I'm not finishing it. If anyone wants to read what I've written so far, here it is.

Decommissioning the Milk Maidens

Part 1 - A Little Debauchery

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick... TOCK...
The giant pendulum clock in Nisroth's mansion hall swings left and right, ceaselessly counting seconds.

"Time... Without it, nothing would be of any value, all things would be mere three dimensional slices of matter. Constant...monotonous...boring. Through time, mountains wither into sand, rivers form and dry out, empires rise... but they also fall. People are born... only to inevitably one day die. It is through time that we achieve our greatest heights...and plummet to our darkest days. "

Nisroth clears his throat, looking at the other two men in the room, as they sip red wine from delicate crystal glasses and observe him. They probably don’t care much about his blabbering mouth.

"Tonight, my friends and gentlemen, we celebrate the passage of time!" dictates Nisroth as he opens the doors of the guest room.

"Ladies, come inside! Tonight, you're the stars of the show….”

As Nisroth finishes his speech, three beautiful damsels gracefully stride inside the room and align in front of the trio of suited men. They're all wearing cherry dark red high-heels, coupled with the same color of lipstick, but no other makeup. They're all wearing a pair of stockings, that bring out the form of their young, well-toned legs. They wear no panties. Their sex is only concealed by a skirt made of red satin. They're wearing a black latex corset around their abdomen. Their primary assets, their well developed and juicy breasts, are hidden behind slightly transparent, red plastic bras. Their attire would awaken lust in any man.

“Each of you has decided that your time has come, that you reached the apex of your careers and that you want to go out in full glory. We are happy to oblige."

The first milk maiden in line, Britney, is a true black jewel. She's of oriental descent and her brown, smooth skin is accompanied by black as night, long, overflowing hair and a contrasting smile with perfect white teeth. According to her papers, she is 24 and has been milked since 17, more than most of her collegues. Since that age, her breasts have grown from splendid C cups to enormous, overbearing F cups. She's been impregnated several times to facilitate milk production and has also been exercising her body. It takes some pec strength to keep those milk jugs perky and centered.

"I'm pleased to be with you tonight, gentlemen. It's a true honor to be of service and offer entertainment to the emperor himself and to his guests." she speaks solemnly, looking straight ahead.

"And indeed you shall..." replies Garrus, sitting in his chair, without concealing his anticipation.

The second girl is Ashley. She's in her early teens. Her pure, golden hair, blue marble-like eyes, above average height and fair skin point to her being from somewhere in the Scandinavian peninsula. Her udders are approximately E cups and are looking to bust out of her bra. They'll get that chance later this night.

"Pleased to meet you all, I'm Ashley." she opens up with a candid smile, while strutting her body to shake her tits and provoke a reaction.

"We're glad to have a woman as beautiful and well endowed as you here, with us." replies Nisroth, in a full, deep voice.

The third girl is named Lydia. She looks restless, impatient. Her hands are constantly moving. She plays with her ashen red hair and smiles coyly at the men. Her tiny eyes and well rounded, warm face emanates anticipation as she exchanges stares with the three men. She has a tiny frame, barely 1,6 meters tall, but that just makes her all the more likable. Her tits are not as huge as those of her other two collegues, but definitely well suited for her petite body and more than enough for industrial production of premium quality milk.

"You can begin… anytime you want." she remarks, while maintaining eye contact with Ivan and running her hands across her torso, ending the motion with a nice, firm squeeze of her breasts.
"Nis, what are we waiting for, you know formalities aren't really my thing. Let us enjoy the ladies!" murmurs Ivan distractedly, his eyes still fixated upon Lydia's nubile body.

"Well, then, seeing as each of us has already found a favorite, we are ready to begin the evening. For one reason or another, these beyond beautiful milk maidens have chosen to end their careers, here, with us. First, we shall honor their service with a last milking. After that, when everyone's finished enjoying themselves, we shall proceed to the basement, where a game awaits us."

"Fuck, yeah! Nisroth, you the man!" yells Ivan as he rockets from his chair and jumps towards Lydia. He tears her flimsy red bra apart with his massive hands, revealing her tits in their full splendor. She gasps, a bit surprised and smiles at Ivan. He's almost half a meter taller than her, so he kneels in front of her and plunges his face between her mammaries, motorboating Lydia till her large nipples become prominent, aroused. Ivan looks at Lydia and notices how hot she's become. She bites her upper lip and begins massaging her crotch. Seeing this, Ivan pulls the skirt down and marvels at her sex.

"You're truly a hot piece of flesh, aren't ya, Lydia?"
She doesn't respond, but instead takes his head in her arms and forces him down to please her with his tongue. He obliges and begins tasting her nectar. His tongue oscillates perfectly and soon she shivers from the pleasure, a wild orgasm taking hold of her.
Next, Ivan points his attention to her teats. They're full of potent juice and after this stimulation, he bets they're ready to give. He places his mouth over her right tit and begins licking it, and massaging it with his hands. With every squeeze he gives, her nipple oozes sweet, white milk into Ivan's mouth. He enjoys every second of it as he switches from gentle squeezes to hard yanks and tame bites of her mammary extremities.

Meanwhile, Garrus heads over to Britney. He grasps her in his arms. They're both smiling and eager to begin. First, they kiss, slowly, with refinement. Afterwards, he turns her around, and carefully unties her bra and her corset. Britney takes a few steps away from Garrus, still holding her clothes on and teases him with a few provocative moves. She throws her bra at him - he catches it and takes a whiff of her perfume. She proceeds to also remove her corset and skirt, leaving her almost naked, except for the red stockings. Garrus is clearly aroused, judging by his massive erection and red face. Britney, eager to be milked, walks over to the table and grabs a big cup. She heads over to the stunned man and hands the cup to him - she takes his other empty hand and places it on her chest.

"These aren't going to milk themselves, you know?"

Garrus shakes his head, still a bit dazed by the marvelous shape of Britney’s tits. He places the mug underneath her left breast, angled at 45 degrees, as if he was pouring beer, then he begins. The slow massage and yanking of her breast make her moan.
“Umh. Umph. Tighter. SQUEEZE IT!” she cries in delight.
He kicks it up a notch and gets rougher, slapping her udders and squeezing them forcefully until he fills the cup, which he puts over on the counter. There’s a bulge in his pants. Britney notices. He doesn’t protest as she undoes his belt and pulls down his pants to reveal his massive erect cock.

“My turn to return the pleasure” she whispers to him as she places his cock between her tits. She massages his shaft up and down, engulfing it with her soft fatty mammaries and licking the tip. It doesn’t take long before Garrus explodes on her face and tits.
While Ivan and Garrus revel in the company of the soon to be decommissioned Britney and Lydia, Nisroth takes Ashley into the next room. He likes it a bit more private.

“Alright darlin’, let’s see what you’ve got.” says Nisroth as he takes a seat in an armchair.
The young girl winks provocatively at him as she approaches the armchair. She begins to tease. She springs around, up and down, shaking her tender ass and revealing her sex from time to time.

“You aren’t that innocent and doe eyed now, aren’t you, you little rascal…” replies Nisroth.

Ashley bows down, bearing her breasts in her arms and flopping them around in Nisroth’s face. As she retracts herself and turns around, to excite him some more with her ludicrous looking ass, he unzips his pants.

“Get over here!” he commands in a thunderous voice as he grabs her by the waist and pulls her down. There’s an ‘Oh’ as she feels his cock briefly rubbing against her ass and then penetrating her cunt. She starts working on his cock, slowly sliding up and down, lubricating it with her juices. She’s leaning on him, with her back obfuscating his face and intoxicating him with her perfume. While she’s getting him warmed up, he unties her bra and gives her enormous tits a thorough coping. They’re ripe for milking so Nisroth, encouraged by the enticing sounds of her moans begins to rub and squeeze her nipples till she starts sprinkling milk. Nobody’s gonna drink it, but Nisroth gets an idea – with his hands still moist, he starts massaging Ashley’s clit. She slowly ups the pace of the fucking, gradually increasing the stimulation of the emperor’s cock. He stops playing around and grabs her by the waist with both hands – he’s now moving her up and down on his cock as fast as he can. Suddenly – crescendo, he unloads a full dose of royal milk up her sex canal.
Seeing as everyone’s done with the warming up, Nisroth proceeds

“Alright ladies and friends, let’s hurry up and get going with the main event. The night is still young! Let’s not waste it.” he recites gloriously while leading the group through the mansion’s corridors, into the basement.

Part 2 - Poke em full o' holes

*click*

A switch is pressed and the room lights up. It is a brick walled, long room with a high ceiling. The wall on the other, far side of the room appears to be riddled with bullet holes of all shapes and size. There are stains of dried up blood all over the granite floor. Immediately on the left and right sides of this shooting polygon style room, lay a few cabinets. Nisroth makes way for the group to enter the room and then grins, pointing at three cage-like shapes, hanging from the roof, positioned along the shooting gallery.

“Courtesy of our three retiring milk maiden, we’ll play a game…” he opens up.
“Oooh, a game! Describe it to us, sire! We can hardly wait to see what you’ve come up with.” interrupt Lydia and Britney
“I hope you three aren’t squeamish when it comes to pain and death, because you’ll be experiencing some of that rather soon.” he resumes
“Oh, bollocks! Of course they aren’t. Otherwise they wouldn’t be here, being decomissioned.” protests Ivan “Let us get started already!”

“Alright, so the gist of it is that our 3 damsels will be locked in three bulletproof glass cages. Those cages have, however, a hole at chest height, so that their breasts can hang outside. They’ll get inside the cages, muffled or unmuffled, then the cages will be hoisted up, so that they are face down, to allow their tits to hang diddily through the air. The fun part is that they’ll be placed 25 meters away from us, and they’ll be swinging perpendicularly to us from pendulums. First in line will be Britney, then, half a meter apart will swing Lydia and then Ashley. It’s important to note that they aren’t swinging in sync so there’ll only be brief moments when they overlap-“

“I see where this is going. So… what will we use? Bow and arrow? Pistols? Hatchets?” asks Garrus

“Always the observant one… All of these are very tempting options, but considering the range…we’ll be using .308 caliber sniper rifles. We’ll take turns taking shots at the nubile breasts of our resident three beauties. We each have 5 shots. Each pierced breast is 1 point. Hitting and obliterating a nipple yields 10 points, considering the difficulty. Grazing or scratching a breast doesn’t count, a hole needs to be shot through for it to be considered a point. Any questions?”

“How will we keep track of our scores?” inquires Ivan.

“There are three high speed cameras that will be placed in front of each of our lasses’ fun bags. We’ll count at the end the score of each of us. Oh, also - the winner gets to decide who he gets to snuff…or, maybe keep for himself. I don’t really care what you do with them. Each of us gets a girl. Whether that girl will be damaged or not, is entirely up to us. Let’s get rolling.” are Nisroth’s last words for the moment, as he takes the three girls to the cages in order to prepare them.
He can see they’re a bit uneasy so he offers them painkillers and a gag, so they can bite down when the pain comes. Ashley takes both. ‘A shame, I would have liked hearing her melodious voice produce screeches of agony. Oh well…’ Nisroth thinks to himself as he gags her. Lydia turns out to be a true pain whore, refusing either of those, while Britney only takes the painkillers. She’s in first line and will probably need them most. Her breasts are also the biggest, so they’ll be the easiest targets.

“I thank you for your services. You will be remembered as our empire’s finest milk maidens.” utters Nisroth a bit nonchalantly as he hoists them up. He fiddles with their flopping udders a bit then starts the pendulum machine and heads back to Ivan and Garrus.

Nisroth opens up one of the cabinets, revealing 3 winchester 0.308 hunting rifles. He hands one to each of his friends and takes the last one himself.

“We all have a clip with 5 bullets loaded. Garrus, seeing as Britney is first in line, I’ll let you take the first shot. Ivan and I will follow suit, and we will repeat this sequence 5 times. Oh, one last thing, if one of their breasts gets completely severed by one of our bullets, then that person automatically wins, with the other two having to count their points and settle who’s the second and whose third.”

“Fuck yeah. Luck’s always been my strong point.” yells Ivan.

“Let us begin, then!” replies Garrus.

The girls are swinging at about 1 meter above the ground, so in order to shoot from a prone position they use a table on which they stand. Garrus takes aim. He wants to go big on the first shot, so he watches for a moment where all three are aligned. He takes a deep breath and shoots.

“AAAAAAAAAAAARGH” screams Britney as the big metal object passes through her udders, causing searing pain and leaving behind a gaping hole at the base of her feminine prides. The dark red hole begins to ooze out a mix of blood and traces of milk.

“You sure she took painkillers?“ asks Garrus.

“I suppose… anyway, good shot. Ivan you’re up”

Ivan kneels instead of using the table. He doesn’t aim for long and squeezes the trigger fully. Britney and Lydia both screech in agony. The bullet scratches Britney’s left tit, but it only manages to burn the flesh and cause pain, while Lydia’s breasts take a full centered hit that leaves behind a perfect tunnel through her soft fatty glands. Her scream only stops once she runs out of air.

“There’s more where that came from baby!” yells Ivan
“2 points for Ivan. Britney’s only got scratched.”
“It’s harder than I thought. I like challenges.” mumbles Ivan
Nisroth prepares to take his shot, he watches Ashley’s plump tits swing left and right. Her erect pink nipples are like a bull’s eye. He goes for it.

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Yeah. This is the end...a massive cliffhanger. I planned on Britney's tits being so full of holes that they just don't exist anymore, after that Garrus makes her suck on a shotgun's barrel and blows her brains out. For Lydia, I had planned to be ...damaged during the competition, but not too much and be beaten with a bat by Ivan, until her brain is all over the floor. Ashley would only have her nipples evaporated by the bullets and be spared death, only to be repurposed as a sex slave. The end. Sorry to disappoint.