Milking the Herd - Part One
The Prison Bus Arrival
Dr. Emily, the chief scientist of the facility, observed with keen interest as a group of five prisoners were escorted off the prison bus and led into her laboratory. The diverse group consisted of Luna, a striking white woman with vibrant pink hair; Svetlana, an imposing blonde woman with braided locks; Brandy, a confident black woman with dark, lustrous hair; Nova, a captivating Hispanic woman with rich brown tresses; and Li, an alluring Asian woman whose raven hair was pulled back into a high ponytail.
All the women were barefoot, their ankles adorned with metal shackles connected by short chains that ran between their legs. They wore bright orange uniforms that accentuated their curves. As they filed past Dr. Emily's window, she couldn't help but imagine the possibilities that lay ahead in the coming weeks. She closed her eyes and slid her hand down the front of her panties.
The Shower Room Inspection
The guard herded the shuffling prisoners into a changing and shower area. With practiced efficiency, he undid the locks on their ankle shackles and removed the chains connecting them. He ordered the women to face him and remove their tops, revealing orange bras that supported their firm breasts. Some of the women tried to cover themselves, but he insisted they keep their arms above their heads.
Next, he instructed them to turn around and drop their pants to their knees, exposing their asses and orange panties. He then proceeded to inspect each woman, gently probing their pussies through the thin material of their underwear with his baton. The women gasped as the baton stroked against their sensitive folds, leaving dark damp patches on the fabric.
Luna's Turn
It was Luna's turn, and she felt a mixture of dread and excitement as she slid her pants down around her ankles. The guard pressed his baton between her legs, rubbing it over her clit and mimicking the in-and-out thrusting of a penis or dildo. She couldn't help but arch her back slightly, encouraging him further. He could easily pull her panties to one side now, she thought with a feeling of both terror and arousal.
Bruce the guard ordered the women to remove their bras, revealing their breasts and erect nipples to him. Some tried to cover themselves, but he insisted they keep their arms above their heads.
Luna's Intimate Examination
Next, the guard snapped on some latex gloves. Luna's heart raced as he approached, his gloved hands sending shivers down her spine. She peeled her panties around her knees and spread her legs as wide as they could go before bending over, exposing herself completely to him. The cool air brushed against sensitive areas, hardening her nipples.
As he lubed up a finger, she tensed, unsure of what was coming next. But when he slowly pushed it into her tight ass, she gasped. The guard slipped in another finger then a third, the intrusion stretching her tight hole.
The first three fingers on his second hand entered her wet pussy, and she moaned louder, arching her back against him. The relentless rhythm of his fingers inside both orifices drove her wild with desire. Her ass clenched around the intruding digits, trying to keep him inside, while her pussy dripped with arousal.
Nova's Disgust and Bruce's Advance
When he finally pulled out, she almost whimpered in disappointment. She could feel his thick member throbbing against her wetness through their pants. The sight of him flicking her juices across the room made her cheeks burn with embarrassment and desire all at once. Nova watched in disgust, ‘What a slut!’ she exclaimed.
Bruce walked over to Novo. ‘We’ll see what a slut your are, drop your panties’.
The Treatment Room
The women followed Dr. Emily through a set of sealed security doors, the sterile scent of disinfectant filling their nostrils. As they entered a vast room, gasps escaped their lips. Arranged like petals on a flower were five examination couches, each raised and facing the center of the space. Four straps with locking clasps adorned every couch, currently undone.
"Now, let's get you comfortable," Dr. Emily purred.
Each woman was ordered to lie down on a bed. Attractive nurses in low-cut and short uniforms rushed forward, securing the prisoners with straps around their ankles, thighs, below their breasts, and above their arms, rendering them powerless. Once fastened in place, Dr. Emily flicked a switch on a control panel, causing the beds to elevate to ninety degrees.
The examination couches were designed with round holes cut out where the women's buttocks rested. As they lay helplessly strapped in and facing each other, nurses positioned bedpans beneath them, ready to catch any waste. The humiliation of having their most private functions exposed and tended to by others only added to the women's sense of vulnerability and degradation.
Strapped in and facing each other, the women found themselves helplessly naked, exposed, vulnerable, and now dependent on the nurses for even their most basic bodily needs. The realization that they had lost all control over their own bodies and dignity sank in as they lay there, powerless to do anything but endure whatever was to come next in Dr. Emily's twisted experiment.
Dr. Emily's Explanation
Luna watched, fascinated yet horrified, as Dr. Emily addressed the helpless women. "Thank you for coming," she said coldly. "You are about to take part in a very special experiment that examines the role of oxytocin and estrogen on our minds and bodies. You have been selected because your genes make you susceptible to producing prolactin."
Dr. Emily's eyes gleamed with scientific curiosity as she continued, "We aim to stimulate your nipples and breasts for three weeks. In that time, I hope your breasts will swell to twice their normal size and begin producing milk in prodigious quantities."
She gestured to the nurses, who wheeled in a trolley laden with machines containing pumps and tubes - one for each woman. The nurses began squeezing oil from the tubes, warming it in their hands before carefully massaging each woman's breasts, paying particular attention to their nipples.
Luna could feel her own nipples stiffening under the nurse's touch. A tube with a pneumatic pump was then applied to Luna's left nipple, painfully sucking it into place. Soon, her other nipple was trapped as well, and as the initial discomfort faded, the sensation of being milked became almost pleasurable.
Glancing around, Luna saw that the other women were undergoing the same treatment. The room filled with the mechanical sounds of suction, clicks, and whirs as the machines did their work. Next, the nurses attached cuffs to the prisoners' wrists to monitor vital signs, gentle beeps mimicking the women's heartbeats.
Lastly, the nurses produced what looked like magic wand vibrators and secured them between each woman's legs with straps. Luna felt the head of the device press firmly against her clitoris. Dr. Emily gave the order, and the machines sprang to life. Luna gasped as a pleasurable vibration radiated through her body, the gentle thrumming of the device sending waves of sensation coursing through her.
The women were now fully at the mercy of the experiment, their bodies stimulated and monitored in every way imaginable. The true nature of Dr. Emily's twisted study was becoming horrifyingly clear.
Relentless Stimulation
As the machines continued their relentless stimulation, Luna felt her body betraying her. The vibrations against her clitoris grew more intense, sending jolts of pleasure through her core. She gritted her teeth, determined not to succumb to the machine's manipulations. But as the suction on her nipples increased, tugging and squeezing in a rhythmic pattern, she could feel her resolve weakening.
Luna watched as the other women struggled against their own climaxes, their faces contorted in a mix of agony and ecstasy. Nova, the Hispanic woman, was the first to break. Her body shuddered violently as an orgasm ripped through her, her cries of pleasure echoing off the sterile walls. Luna felt a pang of envy mixed with disgust at seeing another human being reduced to such a state.
But it wasn't long before the machine's relentless assault on Luna's senses became too much to bear. She could feel her body tensing, her muscles coiling like a spring ready to snap. The vibrations against her clitoris grew more insistent, and the suction on her nipples reached an almost unbearable intensity. With a cry of defeat, Luna surrendered to the inevitable, her body convulsing in a powerful orgasm that left her gasping for breath.
As she lay there, spent and humiliated, Luna watched as the other women were systematically brought to climax one by one. Svetlana, the tall blonde, was next, her athletic body writhing against the restraints as she was forced to come again and again. Brandy, the black woman, followed suit, her cries of pleasure mingling with those of the others in a chorus of degradation.
Li, the Asian woman, was the last to succumb. Her stoic facade crumbled as the machine's relentless stimulation finally broke through her defenses. As she came undone, Luna felt a sense of grim solidarity with her fellow prisoners. They were all in this together, victims of Dr. Emily's twisted experiment, reduced to nothing more than lab rats for her sick amusement.
The machines showed no mercy, starting the cycle anew as soon as each woman had recovered from her last climax. Luna knew that this was only the beginning, and that the next three weeks would be a never-ending cycle of stimulation, humiliation, and degradation. But for now, all she could do was lie there and endure, waiting for the next wave of sensation to wash over her helpless body.
Thirst
After hours of relentless stimulation, the exhausted women were left parched and gasping for relief. Dr. Emily approached with a tray laden with silicone dildos, each attached to a feeding tube. She demonstrated how it worked, inserting one deep into her mouth and sucking hard, causing fluid to flow through the tube.
"Your medication and nutrients will be delivered via these devices," she explained coldly, her eyes glinting with sadistic glee. "No fluids until you take them deep." The nurses quickly secured the dildos in front of each prisoner's face, forcing them to crane their necks forward to reach them.
Forced Feeding
Luna watched as Nova hesitantly wrapped her lips around her assigned dildo and sucked hard. The vacuum caused a stream of sweet fluid to flow into her mouth. Luna copied the technique, inserting the silicone shaft deep into her throat and sucking vigorously. She had no choice if she wanted to survive Dr. Emily's twisted experiment.
The other women followed suit, each taking their dildos deep as they sucked hard to drink their fluid. Dr. Emily watched with a sadistic smirk, enjoying the sight of her prisoners debased and humiliated. As Luna finished her portion, she felt renewed energy but also a deep sense of shame at being reduced to such a degrading act. She knew this was only the beginning of the horrors awaiting them in the days to come.
Monitoring Intake
The nurses monitored each woman's intake, ensuring they consumed every drop of the fluid. Luna could taste the artificial sweetness on her tongue, a sickening reminder of her helplessness and degradation. She watched as Nova struggled with her dildo, gagging and choking as she tried to force it down her throat. The nurses showed no mercy, holding Nova's head in place until she finally submitted and swallowed the fluid.
Svetlana fared better, her athletic body adapting quickly to the degrading task. She took her dildo deep with practiced ease, sucking hard and swallowing the fluid like a woman possessed. Brandy followed suit, her full lips wrapped around the silicone shaft as she sucked with a wanton abandon that belied her earlier resistance.
Li's Resistance Crumbles
Li was the last to comply, her stoic facade crumbling as she was forced to take the dildo deep into her mouth. Luna watched as tears streamed down Li's face, a silent testament to the depths of her humiliation. But even Li had no choice but to submit, sucking hard and swallowing the fluid that would sustain her in this twisted prison.
Dr. Emily's Praise
As the women finished their feeding, Dr. Emily approached once more, her eyes roving over their debased forms with a predatory gaze. "Good girls," she purred, her voice dripping with false praise. "You've taken your first step towards becoming the perfect specimens I know you can be."
Luna's Resolve
Luna shuddered at Dr. Emily's words, knowing that this was only the beginning of the horrors to come. She lay there, strapped down and helpless, as the machines continued their relentless stimulation. The taste of the artificial fluid lingered on her tongue, a bitter reminder of the degradation she had been forced to endure.
But even in the depths of her despair, Luna knew that she could not give up. She had to find a way to resist, to fight back against Dr. Emily's twisted experiment. For now, all she could do was lie there and endure, waiting for an opportunity to strike. The battle for her body and mind had only just begun.
