You are awoken by Tess' cries.

Your sleep is short an unsatisfying. The uncomfortable chair provides little relief as you dream of being **** to punish your friend. Your stomach is sick with worry and you wake frequently.

"Areli..." Tess moans above you.

You awake from your horrible slumber and gaze up at her. Tess' knees buckle beneath her. Her hands wrap around the chains above her to try and take some of the load of her sagging body from her bound wrists. Your eyes watch a tear fall from her mascara smeared face to land on her swollen breasts. They bulge several uncomfortable sizes larger under the load of ever increasing milk production within them. The skin strains and is veiny and red. The nipple bands have done their job and prevented any milk from escaping!

The clock shows that she has another hour of punishment left!

"Tess!" You jump up from the chair and the sound of your heels clicking echos off the walls as you run to her. "Tess, let me help you!"