To the milking room!

Your thoughts are cut short as the woman from the front desk is soon waving the two of you on. Emily immediately begins to move, you quickly follow, as the woman guides from behind, herding you down a narrow hallway.

“It’s the last door!” She shouts as you continue to make your way.

You’re soon met with a set of large, metal, double doors. They look more like they would fit in a factory or warehouse rather than in a luxury hotel, you get only a quick chance to read the words “Milking Room” before the doors spread open.

“Have a wonderful stay!” You hear the woman shout as she makes her way back down the hall.

Again, Emily doesn’t hesitate, and quickly moves on through the open doors. You follow, not at all prepared for what awaits you.

The first thing that hits you, even before your eyes adjust to the change of light, is a warm, wafting, musk breaking through your partially blocked nostrils. The next is sounds, deep moans echo throughout the room, their continuous and constant, overlapping each other into muffled waves. It all comes together as you look a the sight in front of you. A large metal tank sits in the middle of the room, circled by people. Countless women lay naked, Their legs and arms touching the ground as a small stool rests under their stomachs. Connected to the tank are a series of tubes all seemingly latched on to each women’s overly large breasts. Somehow that’s not even strangest sight, as behind each woman is a naked man, rhythmically thrusting into them.

You feel your jaw drop as you take in the sight. Emily however has never seemed more delighted. You’re about to question Emily’s choosing of this when you suddenly feel a hand strongly grip your shoulder.

“New stock!” You hear the man behind you say.

You turn to see him, he’s large and strong, no doubt could take you in a fight. He holds his hand keeping you in place as another man of similar build approaches Emily.

“Take them to station 16!” The man behind you shouts as the other man grabs onto the bell around Emily’s neck, guiding her deeper into the room.

“Follow!” The man commands as he gives you a light yet strong shove.

You once again find yourself hesitating.