Get a Drink

You know that your grand ambition of figuring out how to unfuck yourself is doomed. You want to get your mind off of everything. Fuck it, it's not like you're going to work any time soon. Let's go to the kitchen and get something to drink.

You stand up, putting on your clothes from earlier. You throw away your cum soaked tissue, as you go to your door and unlock it. You stand in the hall for a second, only to hear a slight muffled sound from Erica and Olivia's room. It sounds a bit like crying, and you can guess why. Earlier, you'd seen the teasing on her breasts ease as she came. So the machine had milked her until she came like a wet little slutty cow. You didn't like her, but that didn't mean what was happening to her was right.

You walk to the kitchen, soon stopping in front of the fridge. You open the door, pulling the strongest bottle from the fridge door. You had bought this vodka a week ago, but only about a fifth of the bottle remains. For what you need it for, it is more than enough. You look into the fridge proper and you are a bit surprised. There are many new items there. You had taken the groceries up after all, you knew what was inside the fridge.

So that meant the fridge restocked. So that meant... that you were saved. Yesterday, that was the thing that had been limited. All of you had conserved food last night. If this place provides you with food, water, heat, ac... You could stay here presumably until you get sick. Although it's not like you're getting the flu in here. So, that could mean... years.

That only serves to add a new element to this **** of everyday life twisted into something obscene for you. You look for a mixer. You find what you are looking for with a couple glass bottles on the side. They look like the bottles that Starbuck's cold drinks come in. It's clearly milk. Yeah, you don't have Kahlua or is this strictly cream, probably, but it's basically a white russian, right? I mean, you just graduated college, a budget white russian is good enough.

You take the bottle into your hand, reading the label to make sure the magic milk isn't expired. You almost drop the bottle.

Where the logo should be, is a pornographic drawing masquerading as a logo. There is a red haired naked woman, wearing cow ears, lying on her back. Her legs extend past the circular frame, wide open, her pussy on clear display. A couple of strands of fluid come from her, either her own or some male lover's cum. The woman has a wide satisfied smile on her face, like she just had the biggest orgasm. The face is Erica's and while a drawing, it's clear who it is. It's clear what this is. You are holding her breast milk in your hand. Or rather what the bottle is labeled as, beneath a weird script.

It is called Slut Milk.