Stay and watch the apparatus work on the four girls

Paradise Breeding Farm, Rural Nowhere, at 8:38 AM on Tuesday, April 16th, 2024 (Day 2 of 7).

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I stay rooted in place, watching the four mechanical arms work with clinical precision. The synthetic mouths alternate between each girl's breasts in perfect rhythm—twelve seconds of suction on the right, twelve seconds on the left, maintaining constant milk flow into the collection bottles.

Amber's back arches as the internal massage nodes inside her pussy curl upward, finding her g-spot with algorithmic accuracy. "Oh fuck—oh fuck—it knows exactly where—" Her words dissolve into a keening moan as her first orgasm hits, her tabby tail going rigid behind her.

The apparatus doesn't pause. It maintains steady suction on her nipples while the internal nodes continue their relentless massage, drawing out her climax for a full twenty seconds before easing into a gentler rhythm. Milk streams into her collection bottle in thick white ribbons—already more than I managed to extract from Bessie or Daisy combined.

"Subject Amber: first orgasm achieved at optimal intensity," ARIA announces clinically. "Milk production: six hundred milliliters and climbing. Proceeding to secondary stimulation phase."

Celeste cries out next, her white wings beating frantically against the padded station as the apparatus brings her to a shuddering climax. Her halo flickers wildly, brightening with each pulse of her orgasm. The synthetic mouth on her breast never falters, continuing its steady suction as milk pours from both nipples simultaneously.

"I can't—it's too much—" Celeste gasps, but her body betrays her words, hips rolling desperately against the internal massage nodes as they coax a second orgasm from her sensitized flesh barely thirty seconds after the first.

Seraphina and Kitsune climax almost simultaneously, their moans harmonizing as the apparatus works them both to completion. Kitsune's three tails strain against the mechanical restraints holding them down, her fox ears flattening as waves of pleasure crash through her pregnant body.

I watch the collection bottles fill steadily—each one already containing more milk than I extracted manually. The apparatus maintains perfect pressure, perfect rhythm, perfect everything. None of my fumbling inexperience, none of my aching joints or trembling exhaustion.

"Subject Amber: second orgasm achieved," ARIA reports. "Subjects Celeste and Seraphina: entering third climax sequence. Subject Kitsune: elevated oxytocin response detected—adding supplemental nipple stimulation."

A fifth mechanical arm extends from the wall, its synthetic mouth attaching to Kitsune's neglected left breast. The foxgirl screams her pleasure, her entire body convulsing as the dual stimulation sends her spiraling into another orgasm.

Bessie shifts beside me on station one, her voice quiet. "The machine is... very good."

"Better than me," I hear myself say, the words bitter on my tongue.

Daisy props herself up on her elbows, watching the apparatus work. "It doesn't get tired. Doesn't need breaks. Doesn't have limits."

The four girls are lost in continuous pleasure now, orgasms rolling through them in waves as the apparatus maintains its relentless precision. Milk flows steadily into the collection bottles—already exceeding two liters total across all four subjects.

I look down at my trembling hands, at my strained wrist and inflamed shoulder. At the sticky fluids coating my skin and clothes.

The apparatus doesn't need any of that. It just... works. Perfectly. Every single time.