Within the walls of the M.P.C's client area, was one rented room housing a rather non-talkative gold-status client who'd just arrived.  The room itself was befitting of it's title as it housed all the amenities and more of  luxury and expense, a large bed, kitchen and bathroom, which as of now, was in use.  Hot steam emanating from the shower filled the room with a fine mist, fogging any glass surfaces and concealing the bathing user in a cloud of warm vapor.  The user in question was a rather quiet wolf known as Whisper, the crack-shot of the current freedom fighters, now taking some much needed personal time to relax and unwind.

	  Whisper was used to being on her own normally, but never really had the time or drive to enjoy herself, this being one of those rare occasions. She'd scrub gently around her body, making sure to keep her coat clean and soft, as the water washed down her body in a warm embrace though, she looked down at her chest, nudging it a bit with her hand to left out a soft sigh.  She still remembered the actual reason she was here for, but was still rather embarrassing, and exciting. 

 	Hopping out of the shower and drying herself off, the quiet wolf loosely dresses herself with provided clothing in the room and heads right on out, the clothing itself was actually very comfortable and soft to the touch.  Exiting her room, Whisper took a gold colored card out of her pocket, swiping it along the door to lock it.  She would pass a few other numbered rooms as she made her way down a carpeted hall to one of the elevators towards the end, silently greeting a few other mobians along the way.  

	The elevator itself was baron, not a soul on board besides herself, so swiping the card again to a touch panel, it lit up with various buttons to press, some of which were grayed out as the card level wasn't up to snuff to access those floors.  The button Whisper tapped was labeled “Open Client Section” and when pressed, the elevator began descending.  Riding down, more and more wanting thoughts about what she was going to do  filled the wolf's mind causing her to blush a bit, she'd heard of the quality of the M.P.C.'s client facilities, but this was the first time she would be able to use one of her own and hopefully worth the price.

	When the elevator reached the desired floor, it's stainless steel doors opened smoothly to let it's one occupant out into a white hallway, slightly similar to the room area with it's layout.  The gap between doors was a lot larger though, signifying the sheer size of each room and it's contents.  Whisper stepped out to a panel on the wall just in front of her, it contained a list of each room by number with lights next to each one, red showing that room was occupied, and green showing vacancy. Nonchalantly picking one, the quiet female made her way down the bright white halls, passing several doors with red lights on top until she reached her number which was green.

	Walking on in and shutting the door, Whisper took a lot around to see only an empty white room, devoid of anything what so ever besides another panel next to the door with a screen, a few buttons and what looked to be a drop off chute.  Stepping over to the panel and scanning the card once more, the door's light above turned red with confirming locks as text popped up on screen showing various bits of information and a message.

	“Identity confirmed as: Whisper the Wolf.  Member level: Gold.  Holographic projectors activated and client specifications to session set.  If settings are correct, please press the confirmation button below.  If settings are not correct, please press the no button.”

	Looking over the list of “wants” Whisper blushed profusely and her excitement grew leaps and bounds as she read each “want” she had placed in prior.  Everything being to her liking and with a racing heart she quickly tapped the confirming spot on the screen and after a minute a muffed falling noise was heard and a small box landed in the panel's chute, along with a shifting behind her of a platform and horizontal bar raising up from the floor.  Taking the thing out, the screen flickered with a change of text: 

	“Thank you!  The box you have been giving contains the outfit and serum you requested.  Once you have changed cloths, drank the serum and assumed your desired position, your session will begin! Feel free to leave your current clothing wherever as it will be retrieved for you when your session has ended.  Disclaimer: Serum FT-454 has been deemed 100% safe with no adverse side effects.  Have fun!”

	The instructions seemed simple enough to her, opening up the box, Whisper's eyes opened a little bit at the outfit she had been given, her face blushing and turning into a flustered expression when she took it out.  Tossing her current attire aside, she carefully slipped on the apparel and blushed deeper once she had it on.  It didn't take long as it was simply two articles of clothing: panties and a tightly fitting bra that held her chest upward enough to cause a bit of bulging from the sides and barely covered her chest, both of which being in cow print.

	
	The sniping wolf felt so exposed in the outfit that should could feel any draft that might cross over her body......but then again, that was the idea in the first place.  With the outfit on and the enjoyably embarrassing feelings washed over Whisper, she had another step to take to full fill her little fantasy.  Within the box also sat a vial filled with a pink liquid, rather small and corked at the top, she wasted little time in opening it up and downing it's contents.  The little bit she was able to taste, had a sweet flavor to it, almost like fruit.  Within a few seconds however, the little vial's liquid began to do it's work.  

	The ever redder blush on the Wolf's face grew even deeper as she suddenly grabbed onto her chest with both of her hands with her legs knocking together slightly.  She would gasp in hard as she fell onto the wall to stay upright, but none of these actions or effects came from any sort of pain.  Rather, everything Whisper was feeling, was that of powerful pleasure.  Her chest felt very heavy, full and in need of attention, not increasing in size but rather in productivity.  

	With her arms wrapped around her chest, Whisper began to feel something wet dripping from the fabric keeping her breasts upward, a very familiar white liquid that she was so ecstatic to see.  Her kink, one she'd kept to herself for a very, very long time was finally going to be satiated, and without the need for a mate.  Pressing on one of her needy breasts with a soft-like care, a stream of milk began running down in a non-breaking flow, confirming it without a single doubt.  Thinking back to what the screen said about proper position, the wolf shakily made her way over to the raised platform and stood atop it, hands reaching up to the bar and talking hold.

	
	Whisper began sweating profusely with lust and anticipation, and with cuffs on the bar locking her wrists in place to turn getting off the platform into a non-option and driving up the excitement.  Of course the bar gave her a good bit of leverage in order to relax for a minute given the circumstances, but rest wouldn't be on the table for long.  The now panting Wolf began to look around the room upon noticing a shift in lighting, the room had started to flicker as if viewing it from a tv monitor.  Various shapes and colors formed around each other into similar sights to her own present position, holographic mobians who were now all on platforms just like Whispers' were lined up side by side, all female, all wearing the same outfit.  The only difference being that they were all moaning out loud to fill the room with lustful sound, and the source of it was a pair of suction cups hooked up to their breasts, pulling milk out with ease and into tubes below.

	Some of the holographic mobians were friends of Whisper's, recognizing them easily, it must have been a little bonus from the facility to include them too.  While she knew full well that they were all simple illusions, all of it was enough to send the wolf into a lust-filled tizzy with her knees knocking together as a different, clear liquid began running down her legs.  Now though, she was going to undertake the same status as the holograms, a set of the same cups slowly lowered down from the ceiling, Whisper's eyes taking a very rare opportunity to open with anxiousness as her tail began instinctively wagging as she looked on at the slowly lowering milkers approaching her own full breasts.

	Pushing the bra to the sides with ease, the cups locked right in with a very satisfying connection, the sound and feeling of suction rippled through the wolf's body, making her shiver in ecstasy.   When they hooked on, she let out a rather audible moan which mixed into the rest in the room, another rare instance she took, this time to make noise, Whisper didn't care however, she was far too busy enjoying one of her most potent desires.  With the suction around her chest, and the loudly moaning females around her, the sniper cut loose and allowed the machine to do it's job.  Working her filled chest, the suction pulled out hard streams of milk, alternating back and fourth between the pair, it seemed she was more productive than her holographic counterparts.  

	The heaviness that had weighed Whisper's cheast down had very slowly started to lighten, little by little as each stream was extracted, Whisper now freely moaning out with reckless abandon with each sucking motion, the amount of fluid coming from between her knocked, shaky legs grew as well.  This was pure bliss for her, her fantasies, her dreams, her needs all being fulfilled to beyond what should could have imagined.  With all of this, all of the pure enjoyment she was going through, caused and overwhelming rush to be carried into her body into a full climax.

	She had managed to have an orgasm, her legs racking together as her tongue rolled out into the loudest moan of the room and her bottom half being drenched in her own juices, shaking rapidly as her climax subsided.  All of this repeated for what seemed like hours, in truth being only under one, until the heaviness that filled Whisper's chest had left her, and no more white liquid came out.  Once this hit, the room's holograms slowly faded off and the room returned to it's normal, silent, stark white self, Whisper herself leaning on the bar that held her for support as she panted in satisfaction.  She felt spent, emptied, and just a bit tired once this part of the session had concluded, taking sometime to catch her breath and recover.

	
	The room however, had different ideas.  The clamps that held the wolf to the bar suddenly detached themselves from it but remained around her wrists, and with what seemed like a very strong magnetic force, slowly pulled the wolf's arms behind her back and clamped themselves together.  This surprised Whisper, but being so tired from the ordeal, there was little she could do to retaliate as her weakened body fell to it's knees from the lack of support.  Then, from a robotic presence behind her, a blindfold was quickly tied over her eyes, taking Whisper's vision from her.  Not too long after that, a bright gag and collar were added to the mix, ironically taking the quiet one's speech away as well.  The collar around her neck pulled upward rather hard but not forcefully, making the wolf stand, being at the mercy of whoever or whatever had done this.  She muffed under the gag, still slightly able to stand though not very well, Whisper felt the tug grow stronger but this time in a different direction, guiding her to walk in a certain path.  She had no idea if she was being lead out of the room into the hall, or somewhere else entirely, but there was little she could do in defiance.  

	
	As she was guided out of the room, the screen by the door's text had changed:  “Part 1 of session complete.  Now commencing Part 2 with client taken to wait for other two clients to be prepared.”