You spit on his face

As a last act of defiance, you gather your saliva in your mouth, and spit the man in the face.

"Thought as much," he says, and locks back both the ballgag and the blindfold. "Men, get her to one of the glass prisons!" you hear, and you start to struggle. But there is nothing you can do.

You are lifted from the ground by two people, the dildos removed and your bindings unlocked, and you recognize being placed in one of the boxes. There is a new milking machine you are attached to, this time made of metal, then the zipper between your legs is pulled up, and your ballgag is switched for a dildo, connected to a pipe that leads out of the box.

"Enjoy the next five years, darling," Mr. Coleton says, and you can hear the box closed above you.

A bit of time passes, and the first shock arrives. ZAP! Then the second one. ZAP! Followed by the third one. ZAP! Your entire body to shudder each occasion.

You become aroused from the pain, despite your hatred of electricity. But then you recognize the other thing: with the zipper locked shut, it is impossible for you to come, no matter how horny you are. And Mr. Coleton just said five years!

"MMMM!!!" you start to struggle in the bitch suit, but the material is strict as hell, and the box is also locked shut, so there is zero sense behind your efforts. In the whole time, the clamps keep shocking you. ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! And the milk keeps dripping from your breasts. The entire process repeated until the day is over.