Hesitantly

You don't see a better option, so you hold out your arm to the succubus, allowing her to grab it with her own hand, showing some care in preventing her long nails from touching your skin. Her other hand grasps the bell, reaching around to its clasp before deftly undoing it in a single, practiced motion, before raising it to your neck.

You lean forwards slightly to allow her easy access to your neck, and in a single easy motion she connects the two straps together behind your neck. "Well, that was easier than I expected," she says with a sly grin, and instinctively you can't help but reach for the clasp of the bell- only to realize that it has vanished entirely, becoming a single continuous band of leather around your neck.

"I mentioned livestock, and I think you'll fit right into one of my empty stalls." She slides away from you and stands back up, a clear grin on her face. "It looks like this place has been making you into one hell of a cow, so why don't I finish the job?" You feel a pinch in the front of your breasts, right at the base of the nipple, and suddenly the constant flow of milk stops for the first time since you escaped the machine. It's hardly a relief, though, as your nipple seems to almost split in half, and then in half again, becoming four separate parts which expand slightly and move outwards, forming a square in the middle of your areolae. After another quick pinch, all eight of your nipples again start to leak a steady stream of milk- not quite as fast as the one before, but it's still a constant flow.

"N-no! I... I just want to get out of here!" You pull tightly at the leather around your neck, quickly realizing you can't get it off, scratching frantically.

"I don't know if that's an option anymore, dear. After all, that bell gives me complete verbal control over you, and as you've noticed, it's quite permanent. You can return to pleasuring yourself." A strong, strange **** takes over your mind, and you simply can't help but bury both of your hands between your legs, exploring and teasing at the vast emptiness of your sex.

The blue-skinned woman walks back across the room to her desk, and after writing down a series of short notes, props open the door directly behind her. "Come here, cow." Again, the bell's magic prompts you to stand, but after you've taken no more than a step, her sharp voice again fills the room. "No, stupid. On your knees. You're not allowed to walk anymore, but you can take your hands off of yourself." As if the weight of the world was on your shoulders, you fall to the ground, and crawl on all fours to the door that the succubus holds open. Your swollen stomach drags against the floor as you do, and the milk from your eight nipples falls directly onto the floor, leaving a line in the ground behind you.

She leads you into a long hallway, both sides lined with doors, but about halfway down the doors give way to a much different form of room. Instead, you see sliding doors that cover about half of the entrance, as if in a barn stall, and she opens the third of these stalls, ordering you inside. You end up in a small, square room about ten feet across, with very few defining qualities. A machine up against the back wall very clearly has a set of glass jars, and several dildos and vibrators of various shapes and sizes litter the floor.

Before you enter, the succubus reaches down, and plunges a hand into your sex, moving it around as if measuring. "Oh, my... you have quite a bit of room down there. I'm going to have to go get some special toys for you, dear." Without another word, she leaves, leaving you alone in this room.