Witnessing the Punishment

We are back in the black room, teleported, but we are not standing there, as before. Each of us is on our knees, our hands tied above us with a red rope within the circle, our legs bound to the floor with solid black rings. Our phones float in front of us. But the thing that draws the most attention are Erica and Olivia.

Olivia's collar is still there, right where you left it, her shirt not hiding the metal the front now lit with a pink heart. She tries to look away once she feels us staring, but hers is a single look. Erica bears a couple.

First is the outfit she wears. The sexy maid outfit with the corset only serves to emphasize her bust, which almost falls out of the dress. Her short skirt shakes and threatens to expose her as she struggles against the rope. And finally, in front of her is a machine, one made of wood and black stone, one that looks like a bench with two holes about halfway through the machine, like two bells. It is clear that something is going to happen to her, the only question is what.

The phone lights up, and short of closing your eyes, it's impossible to miss it.

The punishments have been completed. Similar punishments shall follow all those that fail from now on. Now, let us explain them. Those who fail to follow curfew will be marked with their servitude. Her collar will glow when she is aroused, but others may bear different effects.

As for Erica, she did not perform her duties or the responsibilities of her duties. Let us show you her punishment.

The fabric begins to work downward, Erica struggling as she sees the material move, trying to shake away the invisible hands that will humiliate her. But it does nothing, only serving to shake them free and wobble. The fluid on her breast makes it obvious. Everyone gasps in shock, as you watch the milk drip down. You look at the screen.

Now Erica's job is no longer Maid. It is now Hucow Maid. She will be paid 45 for each duty, providing milk for the house and cleaning the house, should she complete both satisfactorily. Given her lack of effort yesterday, we will help her with her first milking.

As we watch, a metal bracket extends from the machine, the rounded metal coming to almost encircle her legs. It begins to rise, moving in a circle, pushing up her skirt, finding her lower back and pushing her forward. Her rope suddenly pops out of existence, as her body is **** forward onto the bench. Onto the milking machine.

She struggles but as another pincer grabs along her upper back, her breasts are **** into the bell shaped holes, and they glow with magic, holding her there. She struggles, screaming, "I'm not some animal. You can't **** me to do this, you misogynistic phone! I'll break you, I'll make it so that you don't have a single piece left."