Suck that bitch dry!

You see the man coming towards you but then the milk of Angela hits your tongue, and it all washes away. You collapse onto the floor, sucking on Angela’s engorged nipple, never pulling away. The man comes in, and pulls out an electric prod.

“What the fuck even happened here?” The man asks. “We need that milk to make money, and this here stupid bitch drank it all!”

He quickly stamps the prod down on your ass, and you quickly, but sorrowfully get up. He keeps prodding you, sometimes on the thigh, ass cheek, back, or wherever to keep you moving in the right direction. Suddenly, he jumps in front of you and squeezes your right nipple. Hard. Milk gushes across the corridor. You let out a half yell, half moo of pain, as he exclaims

“So you are a cow! But that doesn’t explain why you haven’t been processed...”

You keep walking, Angela’s sweet milk sloshing around in your full stomach. You consider running, but a prod in the shoulder blade encourages you not to. He leads you to a door, and he leads you inside. The inside of the room is elegant, with name-brand furniture and pictures of the months highest producers. Somewhere, deep down inside, you imagine your picture on that wall, and your pussy starts to get wet.

A secretary is sitting at a desk, going over papers when she looks up. “Oh! Why the hell are you bringing a cow in Mr. Minchest’s office! He’ll have my head for this! Get that slutty, whore of a Hucow out of here! Her pussy is dripping on the carpet!”

“Well, Ms. Willows, I found this one drinking all of another cows milk. I went to investigate, but found that she hadn’t been processed. I didn’t know what Mr. Minchest would want to do with her.

“Just go take her to him. Quickly. You’re also cleaning up her cunt juice.”

The man grumbles, and starts forcefully zapping you in frustration at you. He takes you in to Mr. Minchest’s office, and explains what happened to him. A happy glint in his eyes, Mr. Minchest sends the security surveillance manager away, and springs up from his desk as soon as the door is closed.

“Well well, well. I was thinking you had escaped and doomed this corporation. Guess you just couldn’t get enough of our product. Now, you’ve already received all the hormones, we just couldn’t get you processed before that whore rescued you. I have to say, what a let down. She was a failure out in the real world, and she barely produces any milk in here. It really sucks, because the little milk she does produce is thin, runny, and salty. I may just have to give up and make her my personal fucktoy.”

You sit, too tired from the electrical prod. It seems he zapped the energy right out of you. You feel yourself nodding off, and before you slip into the night, you hear one last thing.

“Don’t worry. Soon you can be a brainless, stupid little Hucow like the rest of them. Get your brains fucked out and producing milk until the rest of your days. The future is bright for you, Jennifer.”