Do as she says

Your head sinks as you place your tray to the side and shuffle towards the set of swinging doors. Some people look at you in pity, some laugh quietly, but most don't seem to notice or care. The doors swing behind you as you enter the kitchen, a large white area with chrome work stations, ovens, and large containers. The lunch lady taps her foot.

"I know you're not from the campus. I should call in security to take you away," she takes you by the shoulder towards the back, towards a large steel door in the wall away from the other cooks, "I should! But I won't, cause frankly I'm sick of them. It used to be a safe haven, but they've turned this into some sort of prison camp." You look at her quizzically as she opens the heavy door with some effort. "But what can I do? Not much. All I can do is keep up with my quotas and that's it." She pushes you inside, blind in the darkness until she flips on the light.

The light reveals the rooms contents to you. Rows upon rows of people, chained up to the walls and mooing in pleasure like cows being milked, strange tubes attached to their orifices. Before you can react she straddles you into an empty spot with her meaty arms. You struggle, but you're no match for her strength. Cold iron wraps around your wrists and ankles, and you hang there spouting curses at her, which are quickly silenced as she grabs a knife. You cringe, but thankfully she doesn't hurt you, instead just cutting away your clothes. "Don't worry," she says, "I wouldn't hurt a fly." The air is freezing against your body, and you can see a little cloud of mist escape your lips with each breath. You try to keep your mouth shut as she tries to insert a phallic looking tube, but it's to no avail, she just grabs your nose and forces you to open it. It tastes like rubber. "That one is mostly to keep you quiet." She takes another tube, with a vagina like opening that seems to be sucking like a vacuum cleaner, and wraps it around your cock like a sock around a foot. It's nice and warm, a contrast from the surrounding air that makes your member stretch to its full potential. It's milking you! Or rather trying to, it feels nice, but you don't feel like cumming just yet. Just when you were thinking what else she could possibly do, she acquires a butt plug, in color purple. She waves it in front of your face, unsure whether she's teasing you or just showing it to you. She flips a switch on it, causing it to vibrate in pulses. You clench your buttocks in anticipation, knowing full well what she aims to so with it. It's a struggle for her, as you fight a losing battle, albeit a valiant one. She pushes it against your pucker, working its way in, stretching to accommodate itself. You cry a muffled moan as it massages your prostate, causing you to cum on the spot, the tube sucking it away to a central vat.

You look at her with pleading eyes. "Sorry, but it's better than the alternative." She walks away, as a sudden pulse from the butt plug causes you another orgasm. You look around helplessly at the other people, their eyes given in, glassy and unfocused, only mooing occasionally when they orgasm. A sudden sense of dread washes over you as you realise it's inevitable you'll become like them.