Enter the barn

You push the barn door to one side. The place is filled with jagged shadows graced by sunshafts that poured in from the holes in the walls. The reek of animals is not as bad as you first thought, more like a mixture of hay and earthy dirt. Speaking of animals, there are none, not even a hint of one. No skeleton on the ground, no freshly planted cow pat, nothing of that sort in the pens that line both sides.

The only thing of notice is the milking tubes.

Long suction cups attached to tubes hand from the ceiling, tubes that lead towards a peculiar machine with various buttons and levers on it. The tube continues from there, but disappears under the wall, probably to a vat or tanker.

Something about these suction cups though, they seem to call for you. You barely notice the almost inaudible high pitched noise coming from the machine that you have to strain your ears to hear. It makes your head feel funny and lightheaded... And your nipples to feel sore and in need of milking? Ungh? What? I-it's a little hard to think...

You better get out of here while you still have the willpower.