It's a rough ride

Kate had no idea how long she'd been in that stall. It felt like forever as the pumps tugged away at her swollen mammaries. She kept telling herself that she hated it, that she wanted nothing more than to escape from her bonds and turn off the machine. But it was a lie. Giving milk had been a pleasant experience before, only now it had been taken to a whole new level. She must've climaxed at least four times by this point. Her pussy was dripping wet, yet the restraints prevented her hands from diving into her hungry cunt.

Eventually, the gear-clad individual shut off the device and began packing it away. Kate couldn't help but notice her nipples were no longer leaking, and her boobs, while still heavy and overdeveloped, did not feel as engorged as before. It seemed that for now, she was running on empty.

Without much bravado, the worker soon left, leaving Kate alone in her space.

She wondered where she was, who these people were, and why they were doing this. Surely, people were looking for her. I mean, she was Kate Upton for Christ's sake! Someone would notice her absence eventually, right?

Her internal monologue was disrupted by a new visitor to her cell. This time, it was not a grunt in a bio-suit, no. Instead, it was a man in a black, casual suit with a reflective, chrome mask covering his face.

"Hello, Miss Upton." his voice was distorted, pitched too deep to be natural.

"I'm sure you have no shortage of questions right now. Would that be correct?"

Kate nodded.

"Well, perhaps I can answer some of them. It is currently 10:00 in the morning, your milking session began approximately two hours ago, and you are in an unmarked, unnamed facility in a classified location. Do you understand?"

Once more, Kate answered with the motion of her head.

"Good. Now, to nip a few things in the bud. No, we will not tell you where you are. No, we cannot and will not allow you to leave. As of right now, no one is looking for you. And yes, you are going to be here for a very long time."

As he finished, the masked man removed the gag from Kate's jaws.

"So, anything else I can help you with?"

It took all of her self control to not scream at him. But Kate new that if she did, the gag would just go back in. Her best chance to keep her voice was to play along, for now.

"What did you do to me? Why are you doing this?" she muttered.

"Excellent questions." he replied.

We are simple people, Miss Upton. We're dairy workers. We make and distribute dairy products. Top of the line stuff. You see, we don't use goats, or cows. Human women produce a unique, sweet, creamy kind of milk that you just can't get anywhere else. And the exotic food market always has high demand for premium grade, high-scarcity goods. Which brings us to you. You and other women like you. With our specialized formulas and equipment, we can make ordinary women into our secret weapons."

"But why me, specifically?" Kate begged.

"Do I really have to explain? You of all people should know the cup size on your bras. A healthy model with large breasts who's already undergone lactation? Talk about a quality cow. Two quick shots of our hormone cocktail and you're already producing a gallon an hour."

"Holy shit." she whispered. "I made 2 gallons of milk in two hours?"

"And we're just getting started." said the masked figure.

"But for now, long-term arrangements are being made for your stay. This is a temporary station, where we test the new producers. Soon enough, you'll have your own room, with your own set up pumps, a bathroom, and feeding station. You will be taken care of." And if you behave yourself, you'll find your stay here to be much more hospitable.

The man reset the gag over Kate's mouth, though not without some protest. He assured her it was simply to make her transition to her next area easier.

Kate sat in silence, contemplating what her new life meant for her. She wanted to run, but she remembered what her captor said about good behavior. Maybe she would play it straight for a while, lower everyone's guard. Besides, it could've been a lot worse. Her basic necessities were being met, and the lactation-induced orgasms weren't all bad. Kate might even learn to enjoy playing cow.