Lactation

A whipping of the whip woke Suzanne and a voice saying:

• enjoy, female dog.

Immediately, her body was seized by an orgasm on command, the likes of which she had never imagined possible. She felt lifted, she thought she saw Red, but all she saw was the floating ball manipulating her like a piece of meat.

• Second phase: hormonal and physiological preparation for the master's command.

Tentacles penetrated her, spreading liquid into her anus, her vagina reabsorbing it when it overflowed, a syringe stabbing between her vagina and anus, tentacles completely immobilizing her in mid-air.

• No, please, where is Red?

-The master doesn't need to be here; you're alone with me to carry out his orders.

Suzan screamed in terror. She had always been afraid of machines since Ultron had attacked them. Red watched the screens, which showed him every detail and noted each step of his wife's transformation as one of his new experiences. Finally, he felt satisfaction because he had succeeded in combining experience and fulfilling his fantasies.

The floating ball moved closer, its tentacles wrapping around Suzanne with a **** that caused her pain, but without giving her time to think. Every movement was calculated, every pressure applied with a precision that made her shudder with disgust. Red, behind the screen, carefully noted every reaction, every moan, every contraction of her body. He smiled, satisfied to see his theories come to fruition. The machine, after all, was an extension of himself, a perfect tool to mold Suzanne in his image, to transform her into the object of his darkest desires.

Suzanne received injections in her breasts, and she quickly felt her breasts ache terribly.

• Oh, what did you do to me?
• A hormonal injection for daily milk production. The master wants your milk every morning.

Suzanne felt a sharp pain in her swollen breasts. Each injection made her scream, but her voice was muffled by a device that had just closed over her mouth. The machine, with surgical precision, continued its work, concentrating on every detail to satisfy Red's desires. The tentacles wrapped around her arms and legs, completely immobilizing her. Suzanne thought of Red, wondering how he could subject her to such horror, yet she found herself happy that he was drinking her milk in the morning.

• Machine, my breasts hurt so much, help me.
• Subject ready for the first milking,

replied the floating ball. With its tentacles, Suzanne was strapped to a metal tube setup, exposed to the fullest extent before the robot installed a milking machine on her breasts, which had become so sensitive. It activated the machine, which began sucking her nipples cruelly, mercilessly, the vibrations going up her spine.

• Ahh, it hurts so much.

The machine showed no mercy and persisted until it obtained its first drops of milk, translucent and warm, into a vial through tubes. Suzanne felt every suction of the milking machine, a stabbing pain that radiated through her swollen breasts. The tentacles held her position, rigid and cold against her skin, while the floating ball observed every detail with mechanical precision. Red, behind the screen, carefully noted the volume of milk collected, his lips curled into a satisfied smile.

The milking machine continued its methodical work, each movement calculated to extract maximum pain and compliance. The pain remained constant during the milking. Every drop of milk extracted was a victory for Red, a symbol of his absolute control.

Finally, the machine announced.

• Extraction of the specified 33 cl, sent to the master for testing. Sensors indicate superior quality; arousal of the subject by dildos or other means should further improve the quality, announced the robotic ball.

To Suzanne's relief, the milking machine stopped and withdrew, as the mechanized tentacles carried her to another destination, her next step in making her into the thing Red desired.