The extraction station

The man led Vanessa into another long corridor, somewhat wider than the previous one. The walls and ceiling of the corridor were lined with plastic tubes, most of which pushed milk forward in pulsating motions. At the end of the corridor, he pushed open a light swinging door which had a sign saying "Extraction Wing F" on it. The room was round, at the tubes branched out in a fan in the high ceiling. A sweet, milky scent permeated the air. All along the round walls were little cubicles, barely wide enough to stand. Most of them were occupied by young women with different sking tones and hair colors - they only had two things in common. All of them had breasts as big as, or even largen than Vanessa. The second common denominator was the bell-and-horns costume similar to what Vanessa was still wearing. As one of the girls in the cubicles turned to look at the newcomer, Vanessa saw that her breasts were bare, but hooked into a pair of suction devices. Vanessa realized this was the first time she saw breasts bigger than her own without clothes.

The machine sucked all of the tubes in perfect unison, roughly once a second, like the weirdest clock Vanessa could never imagine. If it wasn't so terrifying, it would be mesmerizing to look at milk travelling in pulses through the pipes. "So this is a human milk farm!", Vanessa thought to herself, and gagged slightly once she realized what she just ate.

The man pushed Vanessa into one vacant cubicle. He freed her arms from the handcuffs, but connected them again into a pair of restraints built into the cubicle floor. They allowed some movement of the arms, but she couldn't lift them high enough to reach her breast level. Vanessa realized this was done in purpose not to allow her to rip off the suction cups.

"You're a hitter, so you might be a kicker as well", the man muttered as he secured Vanessa's feet in a second pair of restraints that allowed even less of movement. When Vanessa was immobilized, the man left her alone for a while. Vanessa was able to turn around enough to study her cubicle and her neighboring ones. The cubicle had a tray on the level of her face. Some kind of pellets lay on the tray. There was a button above the tray. Vanessa looked to her right. On the next cubicle, a blonde girl around her age with breasts as big as hers, pressed the button with her forehead. Some pellets dropped onto the tray and the girl proceeded to eat them hands-free, completely ignoring the pulsating suction on her breasts.

Vanessa heard some moaning from her left side, and turned to look at her left side neighbor. She saw a girl with short dark hair, moaning and rubbing herself against the front wall of the cubicle. Vanessa looked down and realized her cubicle had a inhumanely large dildo in the wall at her crotch level. The girl on the left had an identical one, too. Was this the only "entertainment" in this horrific prison?

Vanessa's musings were interrupted by the sound of the man from before announcing himself. He was carrying a tube of lotion, from which he squirted some onto his gloved hand. "Time for my favorite part of the job!", he said and started lotioning up Vanessa's breasts.

"Damn, you must be new here! I'd remember if I touched these before!", he said, panting. "If only my shift wasn't ending, I'd hand extract you after all." The man sighed and let go of Vanessa's breasts. "Into the machine, then!", he said and grabbed the free-hanging milking cups and threw open a vent, the cups joining the chorus of its milk pumping kin, now sucking air as the man brought the cups nearer to Vanessa.