Rocky Kidnaps Lactating woman and sucks them daily

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Rocky built a secret underground world, hidden under a remote property. At its heart is a long hall with 50 soundproof rooms, each with a bed, table, and washroom, cctv, made for long-term control.

The women are kept in chains, fully dependent on him even for food. Above ground, Rocky lives like a ghost, quietly managing supplies and power without suspicion. But below, he rules as a king, feeding, watching, and controlling his captives.

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The Milky Way
(Scene 1)
(SOUND of a hidden hydraulic lift whirring softly, then clanking into place. A heavy steel door slides open with a hiss.)
ROCKY: (To himself, a low, satisfied hum) Home sweet home. My perfect, quiet little world.
(His footsteps echo down a long, brightly lit corridor. The walls are lined with identical, heavy steel doors, each marked with a number.)
ROCKY: (Walking slowly, running a hand along the cool metal of a door) So many lactating woman in here. All shining just for me. All full of sweet, warm light.
(He stops at the door marked '1'. He pulls a key card from his wallet and swipes it. A green light flashes and the lock mechanism gives a heavy THUNK.)
ROCKY: (Pushing the door open) And here is my newest, brightest star. Good morning, Salma.
(The room is clean, sparse. A woman, SALMA, is lying on the cool tile floor. A single chain runs from her ankle to the leg of the simple bed. Her hands are cuffed in front of her. She wears only a lacy, white bra that struggles to contain her large breasts. Her eyes, filled with defiance, watch him enter.)
SALMA: (Voice is a low, hateful growl) Get out.
ROCKY: (Chuckles, closing the door behind him. The sound of the lock engaging is loud and final.) Now, now. Is that any way to greet your king? The one who provides you with this lovely room? The one who keeps you so clean and safe?
(He walks over and stands above her, looking down. His gaze is hungry, possessive, lingering on the massive cleavage spilling from her bra.)
ROCKY: You are a magnificent sight, you know. A true work of art. That agency didn't know what they had. And now... you're all mine.
SALMA: I'll kill you.
ROCKY: (Smiles, a slow, cruel curve of his lips) I know. But first things first.
(He crouches down in front of her, his face just inches from hers.)
ROCKY: Time to feed me, Salma. After that, you can have your breakfast.
SALMA: (Spits at him, but he moves his head just in time. The spittle lands on the floor.) Never.
ROCKY: (His smile doesn't waver. He slowly reaches behind her back.) Oh, you will. You're a mother. It's in your nature to give. Your body is screaming to be relieved. I'm just… helping.
(With a flick of his fingers, he unhooks her bra. Her heavy, full breasts spill free, the nipples dark and hard.)
ROCKY: Look at that. Perfection. 34F of pure nectar. Your son… he was a lucky boy. But his time is over. Now, they belong to Rocky.
SALMA: (Struggling against her cuffs, her voice cracking with rage) Don't you talk about him! Don't you dare say his name!
ROCKY: (Ignoring her, he lowers his head, his lips hovering over one of her nipples.) Shhh, my beautiful model. Don't fight it. Just relax and feed your king.
(He latches on, suckling hard. Salma cries out, a mix of pain, shock, and an involuntary shudder of relief as the pressure in her breast begins to ease. He drinks deeply from one, then the other, his hands gripping her shoulders to hold her still.)
ROCKY: (Coming up for air, milk trickling from the corner of his mouth) Ah… delicious. Better than yesterday. You’re settling in nicely.
(He licks his lips clean, his eyes never leaving hers. She is panting, tears of fury and humiliation streaming down her face.)
ROCKY: See? That wasn't so bad. It’s what you were made for.
(He stands up, walks over to the table, and picks up a tray of food. He brings it back and places it on the floor in front of her.)
ROCKY: Now, for your reward.
(He pulls out a small key and unlocks her handcuffs. The metal cuffs fall away from her raw wrists.)
ROCKY: Eat. You need to keep your strength up. The king is always hungry.
(He watches as she scrambles for the food, her initial defiance replaced by raw hunger. She eats messily, ravenously.)
ROCKY: That's a good girl. Clean your plate. Be a good star and keep shining for me. There's a whole galaxy of girls out here, but you… you’re special. You’re my main event. For now.
(He turns and walks to the door, pausing with his hand on the handle.)
ROCKY: I'll be back for lunch. Be ready.
(He exits, and the lock slams shut, plunging her back into her silent, isolated world.)