"Milk her like a cow."

"... milk her like a cow."

A cow?! The words rang in Leia's mind. Certainly, she had heard wrong... or that order had a hidden meaning she failed to decipher. They could not possibly "milk her like a cow!"...

She tried her best to remain stoic but couldn't fully repress a shudder when a small and spheric droid hovered into the room. Short needles, grips and prods ornamented its black metallic surface. Leia was no engineer but she could tell this robot, though obviously built on the frame of a polyvalent medical droid, could serve only one purpose: ****. The use of such sick creations was, of course, strictly forbidden throughout the Empire and in the few surrounding independent worlds but after the initial shock, she felt only mildly surprised by this apparition.

The thing was floating at about her stomach's height. It approached slowly, occasionally beeping and buzzing. Panic slowly crept into Leia's mind: Vader had purposefully ripped open the upper part of her robe before ordering her to be "milked". What would the droid do to her breasts? Would it really... milk her?! Like a vulgar animal?!

She glanced over the robot and saw that the Dark Lord had not left yet. He stood motionless in the corridor with hands in his back as the floating tormentor extended several mechanical arms towards the captive. Seeing him stare at her and the little spectacle he had set up reminded Leia of who she was: she were not to show weakness in front of him, or any Imperial soldier! She straightened up, making her breasts bulge in the process and **** herself to look defiantly at the droid.

She caught a glimpse of the Sith Lord suddenly turning around to leave and was relieved for a second. But no more than a second: six small metallic grips suddenly rushed forward. Two caught hold of her nipples, the four others pinching any other flesh they could catch. Leia started and grinned uneasily when her large boobs were lifted up by the frail mechanic arms and she hissed faintly when needles plunged into her breasts from underneath, injecting an unknown **** in that delicate part of her body. The needles retreated and the grips released their hold. Leia swallowed.

Heat spread out from her chest. Her tits started to hurt; her head bobbed groggily as she fought off the ****-induced dizziness. There was a metallic clang and Leia concentrated her whirling vision on the origin of the noise: the robot had produced a large cylindric glass vessel and was now resting on it, about one meter away. Leia shook her head. Her legs felt weak and she strived to stand straight. The pain in her breasts faded as the heat got stronger than ever, as if her ribs were burning.

The robot produced two new arms, each bearing a large hoop at the end but Leia didn't see them approaching. Voices argued in her head: one was hers and urged to fight and stand but the other one was... alien. It reminded her of Vader... of the Emperor... It was Evil. "Get on the ground, it said. Get on the ground, like all good cows do." Her arms were stretched over her head as her whole body felt heavier and heavier. She was bent forward and would have fallen over if she hadn't been cuffed. Every move she made, she felt her boobs dangle with uncanny accuracy. They were starting to swell and their white tint was shaded with soft pink. Each heartbeat send a reverbing vibe in her mammaries, all the way to her itching and hurting nipples.

Leia couldn't help but stare at her morphing body. For a brief second, the image of a cow's udder flickered in front of her eyes, rekindling her determination to resist. She shook her head and weakly tried to lift herself up but her hands suddenly came free. Her knees gave way and she fell to the ground, landing hard on her forearms. The floor felt icy cold to her tits and face, urging Leia to push herself up and rest her back on the wall. Each movement reminded her cows were not meant to stand up or sit - "No!" she whispered. She could not have thought that! She was not an animal, she was...

"You're a cow!"

Her head hit the wall with a thud. She felt feverish, except that the heat was concentrated in her bloated bosom and not on her cheeks or forehead. The rest of her body felt increasingly dull; it was as if her skin was slowly turning to metal. Her vision was blurry and whirling, as were the sounds that came to her ears.

The droid had stopped moving when she had been cast down but now, the two large hoops were slowly moving towards her again. Leia understood they were to grasp her breasts; breathing heavily, she tried to raise her hands to stop them in their course but sitting up had been enough to drain her of all strength. A black and orange veil fell over her eyes, hiding everything to her dizzy vision save the approach of the black loops. She blinked confusely; she had heard birds chirp and a soft breeze blow. "Welcome, cow, on your pasture, uttered the disembodied voice again.
-Not a cow... she answered painfully. Princess... Princess Cow... no, not..."
She blinked again and finally understood the sounds were nothing more than the buzzing and clicking of the droid, deformed by the **** she had been injected.

A shivered went up her spine when the robot finally got hold of her mammaries, the only part of her body that had its sensibility magnified instead of dulled. The metal was cold, icy cold at the touch for the first few seconds but the heat of her chest quickly spread to the machine's arms. Her mind and body were telling her to let go, to play along, but she **** herself to try and move away one last time, only to discover that the droid would not let her move freely: the metal loops shrank, squeezing her breasts just enough to hold her firmly in place.

Leia's eyes were full of shifting colors. The dark veil was slowly fading away but she found herself unable to see anything clearly. She was caught in a maelstrom of sensations. Two suction cups about the size of her palm were fired by the droid, to which they remained linked by a narrow tube. They landed exactly on her nipples; Leia dimly realized how swollen her chest had become, nearly twice its original size. "You will be milked now, little cow.
-You're going to m... mmm... milk me." she thought - or whispered, but this time without offense nor disgust. But she was worried: she had never been milked before. Would she be good at it?

Suddenly, the robot pulled on her tits, making Leia grin and squirm. She was pulled off the wall and fell forward again. This time, as her elbows hit the ground, she felt like a wave of energy rush up her back and clear her head for a second, almost making her weep in shock at what she was now accepting. She wanted to cry: "Don't milk me! Don't!" but the sound that came out of her mouth was not human: she had mooed! Mooed! She panicked. Had she really? Or did the **** made her hear wrong again?

She strived to lift her upper body. All of her energy was directed towards her elbows, too weak to support her. Suddenly, she found it very important to stand on her hands and knees. Her head hung loosely and her eyes were filled with distorted images of her huge, milk-filled, light pink breasts hanging loosely and quivering at her every move. She'd be milked.

With a sting, the droid started pumping. Leia smirked; almost immediately, small trails of white liquid were **** out of her swollen tits and into the tubes. The milk entered the robot's body before being dropped in the larger glass tube upon which it rested. Leia was being drained slowly at first but both the speed and the intensity of the pumping were gradually increased. Soon, she was being milked so hard and so fast her tits were wobbling and jiggling. "Good cow. I'm a good cow. I'm a good cow!" were the only words that would take form in her mind. She couldn't take her eyes away from the two great udders hanging from her body; the buzzing and beeping of the droid sounded like nature's sounds to her ears. At this moment, she could have swore there was grass on the ground, delicious grass. Leia lifted her head and let loose a great "Moo!", like the good cow she was. "A good cow! A very good cow!"

Half an hour later, Leia collapsed, 3 full pints of milk having been pumped out of her doped mammaries. She was freed from the droid, who kept sucking on her nipples even after she had fallen on her side. The once proud Princess Leia was carried back to her cell to recover from her first interrogation. That day would leave her with two after-effects that would haunt her for the years to come: slightly swollen tits and the memory of her begging to be milked like a vulgar animal.