Nope. Escape is futile

At first glance, the hallways looked clear. Trying her best to remain inconspicuous, Kate shuffled about the corridor, hoping to find a directory or map of the compound. Every step was a trial. She was still worked up from sabotaging the milker, her own body turned into an obstacle. Her pussy ached with emptiness, yearning to be filled. Her tender nipples brushed against the jumpsuit's interior, eager to release more of her ivory bounty. If she didn't find the way out fast, fleeing her captors would only get more difficult.

She'd managed to move down a floor, presumably closer to the exit, when she heard someone call out.

"Hey!"

Kate froze, unsure of what she should do. Was she caught, or did her captors still not know of her plan? Should she stand her ground and try to lie her way out? Should she try to run? If she did, they'd certainly find it suspicious. Settling on a course of action, she slowly turned around, gesturing to herself as if to say, "Who? Me?"

"Yes, you! I'm talking to you!" said a security guard behind her. Rubbery soles shlicked against the floor as he made his approach.

Unlike the mechanics, who had grey jumpsuits and smocks, or the scientists, who wore hazmat gear, security wore black riot gear. At their belt was a baton and holstered pistol of sorts. Kate could only assume it was non-lethal, no point in killing their "livestock."

"Evening shift ended ten minutes ago, and the night crew just checked in. What are you still doing here?" the intimidating figure asked.

Kate swallowed, preparing to alter her voice for a response.

"I, uh, got lost. I'm kinda new here. It's a pretty big place, so if you could remind me where I can punch out for the day, I'd appreciate it." Kate lied. She was sweating bullets under her equipment.

The guard looked her over.

"Your suit is sopping wet." he said, noting the stains on Kate's chest.

"Crap!" Kate thought. "I must be leaking through the suit! Stop it, titties! STOP!"

"Oh, yeah. One of the cells upstairs had a pump malfunction. It was just gushing everywhere. Real messy. But, I handled it. It's all good. It's fine now." Kate replied.

"Hm." said the guard. "Well then. You were heading the right way. Lockers are dead ahead. But try not to make a habit of wandering the halls. Stay where you're needed and hopefully we won't see each other too much."

Kate felt like collapsing with relief. But for the sake of her performance and freedom, she held it in.

"T-thank you. Have a good one." she said, returning to her path forward.

"And people said I couldn't act." she thought to herself, before suddenly feeling a sharp pain in her right butt cheek.

"Agh." she hissed, looking at her behind. Sticking from her posterior was a small, metal cylinder. When she pulled it loose, she realized what it was: a syringe.

Alert, she gazed back down at the hall to see the security guard holstering his pistol and reaching for his radio.

"This is security officer Miller in hallway C. I have a possible 597. Repeat, asset is fleeing containment. Suspect has been tagged with a single dose tranquilizer."

Realizing her situation, Kate burst into a sprint down the empty hallway. The guard was hot on her trail, likely to be joined by backup soon. She pushed ahead with all her strength, but her will could only carry her so far.

As the chase persisted, she felt numbness creeping down her leg, slowing her with a limp. Her breathing became shallow and heavy, her eyelids tired and began to shut. Kate tried to shake off the mounting fatigue to no avail. If what she heard was true, she was succumbing to the effects of the tranquilizer.

Heavy footfalls could be heard closing in on her. Kate's feet finally gave out, and she collapsed onto the linoleum-tile floor. Her vision became fuzzy, and everything she heard sounded muffled and distant.

"The bosses aren't gonna like this." one voice said.

"Nope. Tie her up, blindfold and gag her. Wouldn't want anymore fuck-ups." was the last thing she heard before everything went black.