Still holding you tight against her chest Lindsay opens her door to see who had come by and disturbed her breast draining time.
Standing in her doorway was her older sister and her young daughter!
"Gwen, what are you doing here!" Lindsay smiled as she welcomed her guests.
"Whaaaaat, a big sis can't come check on her favorite sister!"
"No no of course not, although admittedly you've caught me as I'm using my pump, come inside and wait in the dining room, I'll be done in a moment."
"Sure thing sistereno!" Gwen passed by Lindsay followed by her daughter. You got a good look at her as she passed. Black hair unlike Lindsay's that must have been dyed, and these huge DD knockers! Real whales! Imagining the pain those could cause you made you almost thankful Lindsay was who's chest you were stuck to.
Her daughter was probably like 9? Young and physically unappealing to your tastes mostly due to being a child.
You had wanted to open your mouth to ask for help, but you were too tightly pressed into the nipple that was currently shooting warm milk into your mouth to even think about actually trying that.
Lindsay returns to where she had been sitting in the living room as she continues enjoying having her nipples sucked on and emptied.
"I'm sure I don't need to say this-" she whispers to you, "but even think about being anything other than a breast pump doll around them and you're as good as dead." She gives you a scary look as with her right hand she squeezes the breast you're sucking on causing the flow to speed up.
You nod as much as you can while still gulping down milk for your life.
"I'm serious, I'll like sit on you to death or something! Life can get a lot worse than being a beautiful woman like myselfs personal breast pump."
You continued pounding down the pints of milk until the flow finally begins to tapper off. You can breathe a sigh of relief as she loosens her grip on you allowing you to lie back in her arms.
"Auntie Lindsay!" A voice from the corner startles both you and Lindsay. Both of you turn to see Lindsay's niece standing in the corner. How long had she been just watching from the corner?
"Yes Abby sweety?" Lindsay smiles towards her.
"What are you doing to that baby doll?" She asks with a level of innocence toxic to you.
Lindsay grins a smile you don't much like as she holds you up towards her. "This is a very special doll that helps mommies, it's just like a real baby and does everything a real baby does!"
"Oh wow!" Abby comes closer eyeing you with a sense of wonder. "Can I play with your baby doll!" She asks putting on her best pleading face.
You look over to Lindsay, surely she wouldn't, surely she wouldn't risk you spilling the beans that you're really a living prisoner. "Hmmm, alright, but be very careful with it. Treat it like a real baby okay!"
You quickly change hands from the motherly Lindsay to the literal child Abby. "Why don't you take baby here to the front room while me and your mom talk? That sound good?"
"Yes auntie Lindsay!" The girl cheered as she ran off with you against her side into the other room to play.
Sitting in the front room was already a backpack they had brought when they arrived. Inside must be some of Abby's toys and such.
"Okay baby we are going to have so much fun!" She smiled, giving you a huge before sitting you down on the floor and grabbing the backpack.
She pulled out a Barbie doll with a lack of hair to say the least. You shudder at the thought of this girl playing barber with her poor doll, imaging if that were you is insane.
She sits the Barbie down beside you and begins looking at the both of you deciding what she wants to do.
She looks to you, "since baby is the special toy we should do a baby thing!"