Tour First

Curtis touches you cheek. “My Wendy, the **** is having a marvelous effect on you.”

You laugh. “Yes, I rather think the **** inhibits morals and I’ve lost weight.” You cup a breast and pose for him. “We might be able to leverage that to increase sales.”

“Come then, let me show you how it’s made.”

You walk through a dozen corridors, several with security doors, before coming to a ten foot tall wrought iron door.

Curtiss opens it. The room is nearly as large as a basketball court. In the center is a massive glass enclosure.

You gasp at what you see inside. Fastened to a machine are what can only be described as demons.

There are two of them. Each has red skin, black hair, full black lips, spaded tails, brilliant white fangs, and onyx horns. They are both moaning in pleasure.

You can easily see why. The machine has two pistons, one plunging in and out of their sex, the other their ass. Large tubes, ending in a suction cups, are attached to their prodigious breasts.

You look at Curtis. “It’s milking them!”

“Very perceptive, Wendy. This is how the raw supplement is produced.”

You scowl at him. “Curtis! This had better be scalable!”

“Not to worry, there are plans to vastly increase production.”

You kiss him. “Good. Will you fuck me doggy style so I can watch?”

He doesn’t need to be asked twice. His pants are off like magic and he slides up your dress. He plunges into you as you watch the pair of demons being milked.

You know they can’t see you, but just knowing they are there makes it much dirtier. You cum.

You turn back to Curtis. “So what else is there to see?”

He buttons his pants. “Follow me.”