Carla's milking machine massacre?

You and Tanya finish your assigned chores as quickly as possible, leaving some time to spare before Carla is due back. You both huddle together around the furnace for extra warmth, clinging to each other, knowing that each other is all you truly have no until this madwoman is finished taking vengeance on you. All you can do is bide your time, and hope for the best.

"I'm really truly sorry any of this happened now" says Tanya. "I love you so much Ellie. I never wanted it to go this far."

You look deep into her eyes as they start to water with tears. "Hey" you say as you gently catch one of her falling tears. "No one could have known what was going to happen to Emma. It's not your fault, and I love you just as much as you love me. I wouldn't be here right now if it weren't for that love. Now, no more talk like that. We're going to make it through this, and we'll always be together. I promise you." You hold her closer than you've ever held her before. "What would we ever do without each other?"

The feel of warm, sticky liquid causes you to back away from her. You look down at Tanya's breasts, and find she's lactating. Not only that, you're also lactating. "Why that bitch!" you say out loud.

"Why that bitch, what?" comes Carla's voice.

It causes you both to cower with fear, clinging to each other.

"I see you're both lactating" Carla says with a devilish smile. "That's because of the special bovine milk inducer I put in your porridge. It works very well on livestock, and human females. It also increases the chances of fertility and pregnancy like you wouldn't believe. You'll be eating that every morning, and you'll be milked every morning, and I will personally see to your milking myself. I have a specially designed milking machine made just for the two of you. I'd hate to see the breasts of my future breeders go dry when their offspring will need them the most."

"You're going to breed us?" you find the courage to ask.

Carla walks over and caresses the side of your face. "Of course I will. Maybe several times over. Unless I get bored, and decide to sell your asses to someone else who wants to breed you. But don't worry. I doubt I will get bored with you. I even have a special brand prepared for you to mark you as mine. Every **** breeder has to mark their livestock."

"Brand?" Tanya's eyes grow big as she asks.

"You worry too much, Tanya. That's off in the future. Besides, it will be over faster than you can notice it. I use it on the right ass cheek. It's actually rather small, a C within a star. I'll show it to you right after we demonstrate my milking machine to my guests. Oh they're going to love both of you! Don't be surprised if they line up to taste your milk!" Carla laughs about this. "I won't punish you for the bitch comment this time. Put these on, and come along. We've got a milking machine to sell." She hands you both a leather collar with a bell attached to it. You and Tanya put on the collars, after which Carla locks them around your necks with a small pad lock.