Nothing to do but wait

All you can do is sob quietly, your abused and stretched body shaking on all fours in the stall. You try to stand as best you're able, but something seems to prevent you from unbending your knees, an unseen **** pressing down on you and leaving you with nothing to do besides wait for the succubi's return.

After several minutes, you hear the clacking sound of the succubi's hooves, and she re-enters through the swinging doors, before dropping a set of objects on the ground. "Go on, have a look," she orders, and though you don't want to, you feel **** to turn and stare.

Lying on the ground are a pair of mammoth dildos, and a third object that bears more similarity to a plunger than a sex toy. One of the dildos is all too familiar, as it's practically a spitting image of the minotaur's cock, four feet in length and flared. The other is a bit more foreign, and is actually in the form of a dragon's dick, tapered and bulbous, but similar in size. Finally, the third object appears to be a plunger, but the top is on upside-down; currently unknown to you, it's a vibrator, which is meant to have the rod inserted until the suction cup rests directly on top of the vagina.

"You are formally allowed to use these and any other toys to pleasure yourself whenever you'd like- there's not much to do in here, after all. You're not allowed to leave, of course, unless explicitly commanded to. Every day at three set times a loud bell will be rung, and you're to immediately move to the back and attach the machine to your breasts, allowing it to milk you until a second bell rings. Other than these times, you're only allowed to milk yourself if you begin to feel pain from being full, and you should drop a dildo outside the door so that I know to come and give you... special attention." You simply nod at her instructions, unable to do otherwise. "And of course, you're not allowed to stand or speak- you must crawl and moo, only."

"Moo?" comes your reply. Of course, that's not what you meant to say, but when you opened your mouth, it's the only sound that would come out.

"Good. Now, you're free to entertain yourself however you wish. Milking will be in an hour." At those final words, she allows the door to your new cell to swing closed, and clops back down the hallway, leaving you alone in the small room with only sex toys as company.