You wake up

You wake up for the feeling of something pressing on your arms and legs. You open your eyes, but you are blindfolded, then you try to move your limbs, but they locked together by some sort of material, your hands pushed to your shoulders, your ankles pushed to your buttocks.

“MMMM!!!” you grit your teeth against your ballgag, trying your best against the bitch suit. Because that is what it is: with the material engulfing your body to the tip of your toes to the top of your neck, a zipper going through your backside, and with both your knees and elbows padded. But no matter how hard you try, you are unable to get out. Your thighs and upper arms also have clamps on them, fixated to metallic rings on the floor. Your neck also has a clamp, attached to a railing, making any movement impossible.

“MMMM!!!” you grit your teeth, and try to struggle. But it’s useless. You also recognize the zipper is pulled up on your rear, leaving your ass and pussy open. And now that you've noticed it, you hear a machine buzzing to life behind you, and two enormous dildos are pressed against your holes, both of them solid enough to go through.

“MMMMMMM!!!” you try to struggle for the third time, feeling the giant things rhythmically going inside you, but it is just as useless as before. And now that you are reaching your peak, you recognize the small taps on your breasts, covering two tiny holes in the suit… And then you orgasm, feeling your milk getting pumped out of your nipples.

“MMMMMMMMMM!!!!!” you continue to struggle, ever more ****. But again: it is entirely useless.

After some time you give up, and you stay idle in your position, the two dildos continuously pounding you. With time, you also become aware of other fuck machines around you, accompanied by other muffled sounds. And then it if finally clicks: you are at a milk farm. And you are the newest cow.

“MMMMMMM!!!” your heart filled with desperation, you renew your struggle, trying your best against both the railing and the rings, but you are incapable to do anything meaningful. You also have the idea that you could get one of your hands to your back, and reach the zipper somehow, currently at the bottom portion of your hips, but the material is too strict to allow any movement of this sort.

All of the sudden, you recognize someone’s steps, your hearing muffled by the sounds of the fuck machine, then you tense, as the person stops in front of you, and your blindfold is unlocked.

“Ah, my newest pet finally woke up,” you recognize as Mr. Coleton, wearing jeans, a checked shirt and a cowboy hat. “As you can see around you, this is a farm,” he says, and you look around, seeing rows of other cows, being milked in the bitch suits. You also recognize there are women strapped and milked from tables, getting fucked by actual people. There are also a set of boxes made of glass, with additional cows in them. But these cows are milked from being electrocuted, their brain chemistry adapted to recognize pain as sexual stimulus.

“Every member of the milk farm is responsible for our product,” Mr. Coleton continues. “Escape, as you can see, is impossible. I can keep you like this forever if I intend to. But as you already witnessed, there are other options. Be a good cow, and you can receive actual sexual stimulus. Be a bad one, and you earn the glass prison, **** to give milk through electroshocks. As for longevity, I have contracts with slaves for five years. After that, the nanites will need to be replenished by the Ministry. But don’t worry darling, by then, your brain will be incapable of independent thought.”

He unlocks your ballgag, and whips his cock in front of you.

“So. Are you a good cow, or a bad one?” he asks, pressing his cock against your face.

You run through your options in your head. But going up against him seems like a really-really-really bad idea.