Approach Tajana.

Tajana lifts her head as you approach her in the shower. She hangs from her bound wrists from chains to the overhead shower head. Water streams down her arms, face, and body. Her thick curly hair looks heavy from the water. She is exhausted from hanging for hours. She doesn't speak but her gray eyes plead at you. She knows this is her only chance to avoid being condemned as a milker. That sentence is expected to last decades. Even in her thirties, you would expect her to yield quality milk into her fifties before finally being released from service and exiled far from where her known secrets could harm your kingdom.

"HELLO TAJANA," your voice booms within the stone walls causing her to flinch

"Hello... Master," she replies weakly. Her voice is strained and hoarse.

"I NEVER EXPECTED TO SEE YOU," you admit. "NICE TO SEE YOU SERVING ME AGAIN."

You gesture to her massive breasts. You'd estimate at an overfilled 36 K-cup. Bands have been tied around her nipples to prevent any expression. With a milker augment you know a significant portion of their mass was filled with milk glands, ducts, and ligaments. This made them perkier than natural breasts but even still her tits were struggling under the immense weight of milk contained within. They shift and move with each of her labored breaths.

"Thank you for the opportunity... Master," she says attempting a smile.

"DO YOU REALLY MEAN THAT, ****?"

She pauses considering her answer, "Of course. I wasn't myself when fleeing. I should never have left you. I should have accepted my punishment and continued to serve you however you needed."

"YOUR BETRAYAL HURT ME," you admit.

"I know... and... I'm sooooo sorry!" she weeps.

"THE BETRAYAL OF A SPYMISTRESS, NO DOUBT?! YOU MADE ME LOOK WEAK. YOU MADE OUR HAREM LOOK WEAK!" you sneer.

"Let me make it up to you... please..." she begs, "Let me earn a place back with you."

You glance at Alessandra. She scribbles notes. A wicked smile crosses her face. She is so self-satisfied at arranging this surprise "mercy hearing". You could practically smell her arousal from across the room. Time to give her a show.