A bound prisoner (lactation and punishment)

You are led into the ornate bathroom. Marble, stone, and gold cover every surface. Steam billows from the large open shower at the center. From within the steam you can just make out a feminine form. A woman hangs from wrist bindings tethered to one of the shower heads above.

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?" you ask your secretary. This is far from a normal start of your day.

"Master, you don't recognize her?" she says with a wicked smile.

You squint into the mist for details. Her head hangs low as she dangles from the showerhead. She has likely been here waiting for some time. The woman is in her thirties, old for your Harem, with wet curly black hair that is long enough to disguise her face. Her body is toned from frequent exercise, but slim. She is naked under the shower of water save for some 6 inch stilettos and a plain collar that identifies her as a prisoner. Her ankles are locked in a spreader-bar that **** her legs wide apart. Most strikingly are her large breasts. Many of your girls are augmented to have unnaturally large tits for their little frames, but these are incredibly massive.

You shake your head.

"Master, that is your former Spymistress."

"AH YES," you say, "TAJANA, BUT LAST I HEARD SHE FLED AFTER HER BETRAYAL WAS DISCOVERED."

The woman stirs at hearing her name. You recognize her, alright. As your Spymistress she had been trusted with the most sensitive information. Her job had been to engage in all manor of deception, spy craft, and espionage needed internally and externally to your Harem for you. Unfortunately, Tajana had chosen to share one of the most sensitive secrets with her lover, a female **** you had given her. For her to betray you in such a way had been an anathema. She fled upon discover and your Queen and your head Enforcer had chased her for two years.

"WHAT WAS HER SENTENCE?" you ask. You rarely concerned yourself with such details and left them to your Queen.

"The Queen sentenced her to become a milker," she replied coldly.

You smile. Your first wife could be cruel when needed. Milkers are women condemned to permanent lactation. They spent most of their days connected to milking machines where their milk would be collected for feeding the infants of your harem or sold across the galaxy as an expensive delicacy on foreign worlds. Many distant cultures attribute the tasty milk with healing or fertility properties. Your extraction operations drove significant amounts of profit for your Kingdom making you one of the most wealthy males within the planet's empire.

Alessandra continues, "I brought her here for her mercy hearing."

You click your tongue in understanding. All women promoted to your Higher Harem were afforded a mercy hearing with their Master. As a former Spymistress, Tajana, clearly qualified for such a hearing. You could subject her to anything as part of your inquisition. Although a shower was pretty unusual. Alessandra was certainly creative. You would need to give her an extra orgasm as reward.

"I will witness the trial from outside the shower and document your decision!" your secretary says adjusting her glasses and taking out a small legal pad from her cleavage.