It is dark and cold in the dungeon, and Lactania stirs. The reptilian milk mage finds herself on her knees, her arms raised high, her shoulders hurting, and her dress hanging on by a thread.

When she lifts her head, she sees through the darkness around her and enters the solitary cell. The wind moans through drafty stone, and a constant dripping echoes throughout. Who knows how many hallways? She is left alone with the maddening plinking.

But she isn't alone for long, for boisterous laughs and the steps of four feet reach her auditory canals. She hangs her head low, keeping her eyes slightly lidded to pretend she is defeated and asleep.

The door clicks, echoing throughout the room and drowning out the drip-dropping, only for the loud clang of the metal frame slamming open to replace it.

"Alrighty. Here we are! Right where we left her." The first voice is gruff, deep, and female?

"Damn, and I thought they said you were a cow," the second sniveled, a shorter, higher-pitched male.

The two captors step up to Lactania. The two of them dress in simple tunics with short sleeves. As described, the leader of the two is a cow, tall and broad, but her tits are relatively small.

The second is a smaller male, perhaps a rat. He carries a cauldron with which he grunts and hefts over before the milk mage, clanging it loudly before her. "If that doesn't wake her up, nothing will!"

The two wait to see her response.

Stirring, Lactania opens her eyes, glancing around at her guards. "And just what do you plan to do to me? Don't you know who I am?"

"Oh hell yeah, we do," says the cow, stepping around her and getting behind the milk mage. She cracks her knuckles and snickers, gripping the milk-mage's shoulders hard. "You're the former champion and legendary of the lactative arts, Lactania."

The rat steps to the side, cracking his fingers as he stares at the captive's chest. "And you lost your spot to a little dragon just before our boss could get some out of ya."

"Now," says the cow, her hands moving to Lactania's throat. "It's our job to take what he wants."

"What are you talking about-aaah!?" Lactania's retort is cut short when the cow tears the strap holding her top up. The bovine tosses it forward, and the rat catches it, tearing down the dress and exposing the heaving, full breasts of the mage.

"I won't let you get away with this!" Lactania snarls.

"Oh, but we're already doing it!" says the cow, leaning in. Her strong arms wrap around the caster, squeezing and holding them up.

Warm streams of milk squirt out of the sorceress.
The rat tilts the container so the streams all land inside, rolling down in rivulets as they fill the bowl.

"Don't let any of it spill!" the cow says, fondling and working the tits with practiced hands. "The boss'll have our heads if we don't give him all of it!"

Lactania moans as she's pumped by those squeezing, groping hands. The hot breath of the cow behind her makes her shudder as she tries to pull away from the tight chains that hold her down.

"That's easy for you to say!" the rat snaps, moving the cauldron about. "There's just so much of the damned stuff. It's spraying everywhere! I thought you said you were a pro at this!"

"I am!" snaps the cow. "She's just got so much grade-A milk in her, it's gonna spill and drizzle and stain her dress!"

And the glistening of the cow's forearms and the rivulets of milk that strain down Lactania's scales are proof enough. Despite all the groping and the squeezing, the milk mage doesn't seem any less full than when they started.
Lactania huffs, her mouth hanging open as she watches the whole cauldron fill to the point the rat can no longer hold it.

Now, the cow pushes against Lactania, her small breasts against the milk mage's back as she squeezes and fondles.

Beside her, the rat also gets in on the action, holding and aiming the things and snickering. "Gods damn, there's so much of this all over her body! How can we gather it all?"

The cow huffs. "I don't know. But it shouldn't matter if we fill up the cauldron!"

Lactania groans, her tits becoming so sore from the constant attack of those hands. She lifts her chin and whines, speaking up. "P… please… give your hands a rest… let me… recover."

"Eh, we got a good bit already," says the rat. He licks his lips. "Maybe the boss wouldn't mind if we kept some for ourselves."

"Just be gentle…" Lactania says. "And it's yours."

The cow laughs, stepping back. She slaps Lactania on the rear. "Well, well, glad you've finally seen things our way, milk-slut. Now, pucker up, boyo, and enjoy your drink."

The rat rubs his hands together and holds onto one of the orbs, having it in both hands as the thing is massive compared to his frame. He licks over the nipple, taking in that sweet taste. His whole body shivers in delight as he moans, drinking up the offered drink.

The cow leans back, stretching out her arms and shaking off her hands. "Glad to have a break. In a minute, I'll grab another cauldron.”

The rat pulls back, smacking his lips. "Take your time, take your time."

As the cow steps past Lactania, the milk mage smirks, and then she coos and whispers to the man, enjoying a nice milky treat. "Enjoy every last drop, dear. You're going to regret it."

The rat's ears flicker after Lactania's proclamation: "Whatcha talkin' about-ooooh!"

Suddenly, through the power of lactomancy, the milk that lingers in his mouth forms into tiny milky bullets that rattle around in his head. He's sent stumbling this way and that, covering his face and yowling in pain.