You shake your head

“Maybe tomorrow,” Mr. Coleton says, and he leaves you alone for the day.

The machine comes to life, and the giant dildos push themselves inside you, and they start to relentlessly pound you. Remembering the women in the glass prisons, you dare not to struggle. Instead, you just keep being there, giving your milk and enduring being fucked by the dildos.

At night, you receive your dinner, and your torment cease for the time being.

This is my life now. You think to yourself, and you slowly drift into sleep.