The Milking Chamber

Leaning on Angelica Blaze's arm, the taste of her jizz still fresh on her tongue, Lois Lane allowed herself to be led through the door. The light shifted, changed; the atmosphere wasn't much cooler, but more humid, and there was a not unpleasant animal smell, like that of a men's dorm room...

As her eyes adjusted, the reporter repressed a gasp.

There were four people, naked, held in a kind of skeletal metal frame. Clear tubes were plugged into mouth and anus, disappearing into ceiling and floor respectively. A third tube was attached between their legs. At first Lois thought they were women, because she could see their breasts, their hair, the shape of their faces and the flare of their hips, but then she saw what the tubes were attached to.

Cocks. Each of the four "women" there was sporting a cock, testicles dangling between their legs. The penises themselves were largely hidden by burnished steel tube, like a dairy farmer might plug over the udder of a cow. Lois didn't have to see the white fluid moving through the attached tube to know what these "cows" were being milked of.

"It's a matter of supply and demand, of course," Blaze said, as though to the reporter's unasked question. "As much as I'd like to, furnishing all the seed for this club's drinks would be problematic. Fortunately, these ladies agreed to help out."

The dickgirl let her hand fall to the small of Lois Lane's waist, hugging her closer. "They are well compensated."

Lois said nothing, sipping her water thirstily. She recognized these women, who stared forward dully, lips moaning gently around their feeding tubes. They were the women that had gone missing. But none of them were transwomen, as far as Lois knew. The reporter hadn't found any record of that in her research.

Moving away from Blaze, the thirty reporter moved around the women. Their eyes tracked her, but showed profound disinterest, pupils dilated, nipples hard. She ended up behind them, staring at the bloated scrotums, which she could clearly see were far larger than normal, massive as those on a prize pig, no trace of vagina.

The reporter turned her gaze back to Angelica Blaze, who stood looking smug.

"They didn't have cocks when they came in here." she said, no hint of accusation.

"No, they were regular women." The lips turned up at the corner as in some secret joke.

"How did you change them?" She asked. Instinctively, the reporter brought the bottle of water to her lips and sucked out the last few drops.

"I can tell you," Blaze said. "Or I can show you."