a more permanent solution...

66D wakes up in her restraints in the milking room muzzled and bound, each limb clamped in a perfectly molded cylinder of steel stretched till she couldn't move an inch feeling the cold lab air against her scaled flesh and exposed body. some white coats file in and out signing various forms for testing of a new invention for making milking her more convenient, symbiotic organism engineered to make her more compliant. as they all left a person in a hazmat rolls in a metal box with a sliding hatch. 66D immediately becomes suspicious of the unknowns that may lie within the box.