The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Christie, a pretty brunette in her early twenties, was sitting on the bus home. It was raining and late. Dark clouds covered the sky and the gray buildings outside made the scene quite depressing. After she got off the bus, she walked the last bit to her home through the thickening fog and went around a corner, where she was attacked by a slick dark shape. She tasted a lot of sweet milk, which she was forced to swallow. Everything became foggy and dark.

Slowly, she regained consciousness. She opened her eyes but it was very dark around her. She felt horny as hell. Where was she? She tried to look left and right but had trouble turning her head. She saw vague shapes around her. There was a sense of constant movement, but it was to dark to see anything.

Something was throbbing inside of her. It felt like she was sitting on some vibrator that completely filled her and it was really nice and made her hot and a bit dizzy and she was confused. Then she noticed that she had something in her mouth as well. She felt with her tongue. It was a kind of mouthpiece, with two hollow tubes. The tubes were quite small, like straws. When sucking on the right one, she was rewarded with some water. She was quite thirsty, so the water was very welcome and she drunk some more. She tasted some sweet liquid when sucking on the left straw. She could breathe through small holes in the mouthpiece but it was easier to breathe through her nose.

She felt a strong urge to suck again on the straw with the sweet liquid, to drink some more of it, because it would be so nice and tasty, because it would be so good.

She swallowed some more.

Now she felt as if she was falling backwards, almost like fainting, and she concentrated to keep her focus. The urge to drink became stronger, but she realized that she had to fight it somehow. What was going on? She couldn’t remember much, the last thing she remembered was that she was walking home through the fog. Then, nothing.

She realized something was sucking on her breasts! She had never been pregnant and never given milk, so it was a completely new feeling. Her breasts felt so swollen and full, and so heavy! Because of the throbbing in her pussy and her horny mind, she didn’t feel it earlier, but it was quite obvious now.

She felt her breasts being squeezed in a constant rhythm, causing milk to squirt out of them. She felt a strong pull on her tits, sucking the milk as it flowed out of her. Her focus was now constantly shifting from the throbbing in her pussy to the mechanical sucking on her breasts, and back to her pussy.

She tried to look down and although it was somewhat difficult to move her head, she could see the source of the squeezing. There were some kind of cups around her breasts, like globes with concentric rings that constantly tightened, squeezing her. On the center of each cup, there was a smaller cup, to which hoses were attached.

Despite the strangeness, the sucking felt great. Every time the cups squeezed her, every time she felt her breasts being drained a little bit, she also felt warm tingles going through the rest of her body. She tried to touch the cups, but she couldn’t move her hands. Or her feet.

It seemed like her milk was being pumped through hoses attached to the cups. She tried to look around, following the hoses and saw that they joined with a number of other hoses coming from the shapes around her.

It was getting easier to see now. Her eyes were adjusting to the darkness around her. She was in a large room, filled with women. She couldn’t see them very well, since most of them were hidden by the contraptions they were in. The dark-skinned girl opposite of her, however, was quite visible.

It seemed all these women were being milked, just like her!

She saw the girl in front of her bobbing in the same rhythm as she. Two round cups fully enclosed the quite large and swollen breasts that dominated the view of her. The cups were transparent. It was obvious that she was producing a lot of milk. Every time the cups squeezed, she noted milk squirting out of her breasts, filling the small cups. The milk was then quickly sucked away through the hoses.

She tried to look at the girl’s head, but that was impossible. She was wearing some sort of black shiny mask and it seemed there was a thickness around her neck, keeping the mask in place. The girl also had a mouthpiece which was connected to thin flexible pipes coming from the top of the contraption.

Her eyes were invisible, the mask didn’t even seem to have holes for eyes, but that was hard to judge from this distance. Her arms and legs appeared to be inside the contraption that she was sitting on, so that was probably the reason she herself couldn’t move either.

For a while, she gazed at the girl’s enclosed breasts. Their movement was synchronous with hers. Every time she felt the squeezing she saw those breasts being squeezed as well. Every time she felt milk squirt out of her breasts, she saw streams of milk spurting out of the other girl as well.

She imagined what she herself would look like, confined in a similar contraption, only her masked head and her cupped breasts visible to the world. Maybe that girl was looking at her the same way? Wow, she was hot. Waves of pleasure kept crashing through her veins, filling her with endless warmth.

She was also remembering a bit more now. It was all very brief and vague, almost as if she had been dreaming.

She had a memory of walking in a room once with dozens of naked women, all wearing identical masks and having identical swollen breasts.

She had a few brief memories of sucking on other women’s breasts and sucking on hoses and mouthpieces.

All memories ended with the sweet taste of the liquid she had swallowed a while ago.

She somehow felt that she was no longer the girl Christie walking home a long time ago.

She felt she now was a milk slave.

This was wrong. This was very, very wrong. She had to escape this place somehow! But she was stuck and it seemed like she was in no position to go away.

One of the contraptions opposite to her was empty. She saw that it had a deep hollow bowl with a dildo inside it. A dildo that would probably vibrate. Just like the one inside her was doing now.

The hollow bowl had two gaps near the sides, where the legs would go, spreading them apart. The bowl was quite deep, the sides would reach up to the waist of whoever was sitting in it.

She also noticed that she sometimes saw women walk around. Maybe she could escape!

Did she want to escape? To be honest, this felt quite good. She couldn’t really judge what kind of life she used to have, as it all seemed to be so far away and out-of-place. It was like a dream, like the memories of someone else. Right now, she was simply a horny milk slave and that squeezing on top of her breasts completely possessed her.

She had never imagined that her breasts slowly being drained was such a wonderful feeling. It was such a consuming process, it completely filled her mind and thoughts. Her two heavy breasts being sucked and sucked again, and in the same rhythm, that thing in her pussy pulsing and throbbing, never quite pushing her over the edge but nevertheless making her feel so good. Not being able to use her hands or feet also added to the intensity. She concentrated on that intense feeling of her own milk flowing out of her body, over and over.

An urge to drink that liquid, again! She was nearly caught by it, but realized just in time what she was about to do! No, she wouldn’t do that! She would stay sane! That urge in her mind, it felt weak, almost quite not there. She wondered if it would go away if she could keep herself from drinking that liquid. Clearly, the liquid was somehow vital in preventing her from thinking properly and escaping this place.

On her left, she saw a new woman move to the empty contraption. She seemed to walk quite normally, quite relaxed. Her breasts were as huge and swollen as hers and she had a mask on her head, just like her. She wasn’t wearing anything else. The only difference was that she could see her mouth, because the mask was open there. The opening in her mask was a solid black oval frame.

The woman walked to the empty bowl, almost as if eager to sit in it. In one motion, she turned around, positioned herself above the bowl and grabbed the two cups. The cups seemed to be a bit oversized. The woman pushed the large cups against her breasts and the rings immediately tightened until the cups fully enclosed her breasts. She carefully lowered herself on the dildo, which disappeared inside her pussy. Finally, as she sat down she took the mouthpiece hanging in front of her and brought it to her mouth.

The mouthpiece exactly matched the oval opening on the mask. As she attached it, it seemed to lock itself. The woman then put her arms and legs into cavities to her left and right. Her complete lower body was inside the bowl, which had already inflated a bit, preventing her from moving. Four lids closed automatically, hiding her arms and legs. The machine became alive. It started slowly, but after just a few rounds it seemed to be operating with the same speed as her own milking machine.

She could only see the massive breasts and a mask now.

The woman had now become one of the many.

The milking continued for a while and with it, the arousing throbbing inside her pussy, the sucking on her breasts and the temptation to drink the milk. She was waiting until it would all stop, so she could perhaps try to escape somehow. After all, if women entered these rooms, they could leave. She may have become a milk slave and feel like a milk slave, that didn’t mean she’d have to stay here.

And indeed, after a long time, the sucking stopped and she felt the mouthpiece and cups fall away. The vibrating dildo stopped vibrating and actually deflated. She now noticed how inflated the whole thing had been, filling her like that. The lids covering her arms and legs opened and released her. She slowly and carefully stepped out of the contraption.

Good, she could stand and walk just fine. What now?

Christie was completely nude, except for the mask. It was surprising how her vision seemed to be so small. This mask somehow blocked her peripheral vision. But it wasn’t a big problem. She just needed to turn her head more if she wanted to see something.

She felt around the mask, trying to find a way to get it off. However, it appeared that the mask had an integrated collar, that prevented her from removing the mask. It seemed impossible to remove. But apart from the somewhat restricted sight, the mask didn’t bother her very much anyway.

Christie was alone, in the midst of dozens of milk slaves being milked.

She walked around in the room. Everywhere she looked she saw the same anonymous women filling the contraptions. There were maybe dozens of women being milked in this room.

She walked toward one of the milk slaves to get a closer look. She imagined how she must feel, being milked. She already missed it herself and squeezed her own breasts. Quite a bit of milk sprayed out of her upon the floor and on her hands. She licked her fingers and noticed that it tasted just like that liquid from the machine. Had she been drinking her own milk? Were all these women being kept docile by the product of their own breasts?

That was so turning her on and scaring her at the same time.

Again she inspected the milk slave. The woman seemed to be in a good shape and had a large tattoo on her belly. It seemed like a tiny heart, but part of it was hidden inside the bowl. It was too dark to really see much detail, she couldn’t see whether the hoses from the mouthpiece were connected to the hoses from her breasts.

A bit ahead she saw a girl walk towards her. She was a bit smaller and younger than Christie, but her breasts were just as big and swollen as hers and some milk was dripping down her belly. She was also wearing a black mask, like her. Christie decided to follow the girl to see where she would go.

She went to a door that Christie hadn’t noticed before. It was hard to see the door if you could only look straight ahead.

The girl pressed a button on the side and the door slid open to let them through. They were now in a hallway. The girl immediately turned left.

She seemed to walk quite relaxed and efficient, and Christie decided to mimic her. After all, with these masks on, how could they know that she was not under the influence of that milk? She kept walking about 30 feet behind the girl.

They walked through a few hallways, which seemed to form a grid inside the facility she was in. Sometimes she noticed other men and women walk around. All women were clearly milk slaves, and the men seemed to be workers. Some where fully clothed in white rubber suits, but most men only wore black pants, black boots and black masks. A few of them were carrying heavy equipment and boxes.

She couldn’t help but notice that they all had a big bulge in their pants. They were probably kept aroused constantly. The pants seemed locked to their bodies in a similar way as her mask. The men also wore masks like hers.

To her surprise, the girl suddenly stopped. Christie wondered why and immediately understood. She noticed two pairs of huge breasts sticking out of the wall. There must be milk slaves in there! The girl put her mouth on one of the swollen breasts and used her hands to squeeze some milk out of it.

There also was a small empty space between the two pairs of breasts. Inside, Christie saw another hollow bowl featuring a dildo. Apparently one would sit in it and the platform would raise, so the milk slave’s breasts would be at the correct height. An object that would fit her mouthpiece perfectly was dangling from the ceiling. Christie almost couldn’t resist trying it out, remembering how pleasant it had felt to be milked.

Fortunately, the girl continued after drinking just a bit and Christie followed her again. She noted that she wasn’t tempted to drink the sweet milk, unlike earlier, when she was in that machine.

They passed a number of doors. The girl went through one of them. It had a yellow symbol on it that was hard to make out.

Christie followed and was amazed at what she saw.

She was in a rather large room, filled with maybe a dozen or more men and women. Most of them were standing in rows hooked up to machines that seemed to feed them. The girl went to an empty spot and grabbed one of the mouthpieces. She attached it to her mask and the machine started to make some noise. The girl was swallowing food now.

Christie wondered whether she should eat as well. She was indeed quite hungry. Well, she should eat anyway and if it contained that milk, she’d just refuse to eat it.

There was an empty spot close by. She approached it and took the mouthpiece. She gathered some courage and pushed it inside her mask. It locked with an soft click. The machine bleeped and a display lighted up. It showed: “User: MS945. Beginning feed cycle.”

The machine was making noise and she tasted a kind of thick liquid. It actually was quite nice and she carefully sucked on the tube, aware of her state of mind.

Apparently the food wasn’t spiked with the milk. Nothing happened and Christie continued sucking on the tube and swallowing the liquid food. Meanwhile, she was thinking about that display. Apparently she had an identity as a milk slave here.

She should remember it.

She, Christie the milk slave, was milk slave 945. Yes, that was true. It felt right, like a memory that she just regained.

Nothing interesting had happened. After a while, she was getting pretty full. She noticed that the girl she was following was moving again. Christie stopped sucking.

The display lighted up, stating that she had finished eating at 95% of her average, which was within the limits.

There was another soft click and she could remove the mouthpiece. She hurried after the girl.

Just a dozen steps into the corridor, she went through a door.

Christie noted that the door had a white symbol on it.

MS945 and the other milk slave appeared to be in some sort of bathroom. There were three toilets and three open cabins. In each cabin stood a man fully clothed in a white rubber suit. The girl sat down on the toilet and Christie noticed that she should do the same. She realized she had to go anyway and wondered whether this was a standard procedure after eating.

The girl stood up from the toilet and was being washed inside the cabin.

After Christie was done, she went to do the same.

The man was very thorough, washing her body effectively and fast. After that, he suddenly lowered his head and started to suck a bit on one of her breasts. A single wave of warmth passed through her body, as the man was drinking from her.

The pleasure only lasted seconds. It seemed he was just drinking to keep himself under its effects. She saw that her companion was feeding the other two men, one at each breast. MS945 stepped away, and waited for a moment in the corner, staring at the milk slave with her exaggerated breasts who was feeding those two men.

Suddenly another milk slave walked around her. MS945 startled a bit, she had not seen her approach because of her restricted vision. The milk slave just walked to one of the toilets and proceeded to pee. Meanwhile, the girl had finished feeding the two men and she walked out. Christie proceeded to follow the milk slave.

She walked through the corridors and entered another room. The room was quite dark and she saw dozens of men and women sitting with helmets on that completely covered their heads. There were many empty bowls, with helmets above them. Her companion went to one of the bowls and slowly lowered herself on it. MS945 went to sit next to her.

She slowly descended. When she touched the dildo, she felt some wet liquid coming out of it. It was remarkably easy to get it inside her and it felt familiar. When she completely sat, the dildo and the bowl started to inflate and vibrate, effectively locking her inside the chair.

Christie panicked a bit, there was no way out now. But if she had wanted to be extremely careful, maybe she shouldn’t have mimicked her neighbor so.

She looked to her left, and saw how the girl pulled the helmet down on her head and laid her arms on the armrests, taking hold of two handles.

Since there was no way back, she pulled her helmet down onto her head. It lowered and she felt something press against her mouth. A mouthpiece attached itself to her mask. She could still breathe fresh air through her nose, but otherwise, she couldn’t see or hear anything.

At the same time, she heard soft music and saw soothing lights. From the mouthpiece she felt a stream of liquid come into her mouth. It tasted sweet. MS945 realized it was the milk again. How could she get rid of it? She couldn’t drink it! She tried to get rid of it by pushing it out of her mouth and by forcing it back into the tube. This approach was quite unsuccessful. There was only one way. She had to swallow some of it, and pray that she could prevent more milk from coming in by pressing her tongue against the tube. She swallowed the milk and pushed her tongue against the straw.

Immediately she felt her will weaken, her consciousness fade. She didn’t completely lose it, but she clearly felt the effects. There was no urge to drink more – yet. But it felt like she was less Christie and more MS945 now. She couldn’t quite remember her previous self like she thought she did a few minutes ago, and gained more understanding of her identity as a milk slave.

Yes, she remembered more! MS945 felt pride at her wonderful breasts.

She searched her mind for more clues. Her milk was important somehow, she felt, because it was important to the society she was a member of. Her milk was important for a happy comfortable life!

She remembered being instructed that the milk would disable her old personality and her memories and that it would help her be a very good milk slave!

Christie was slightly confused at those memories. Why wouldn’t she be a good milk slave without drinking milk? She didn’t need the milk to be a contribution!

MS945 heard a voice speak in the background and focused to listen to it. The voice was rehearsing facts to her. It told her that she had been such a good milk slave and that she should keep drinking milk. Christie accepted the first part, but rejected the second. The voice told her that she had been very helpful and that her milk had given many other society members great pleasure. This made MS945 happy. The voice told her that she should control her thoughts and that being a sexy milk slave is good. Christie nodded at that. Yes, she should control the urge to drink the milk. She could be a good sexy milk slave without it!

The voice continued like this for a long time, rehearsing the programming over and over again. Sometimes it told her things she didn’t know yet, but then she realized that she somehow did know it. How this was possible, Christie didn’t know.

The music was nice. The voice told her things she already knew, but had somehow forgotten. She learned a lot about slaves for giving pleasure, that were kept under control with her milk, and slaves for labor, slaves for cleaning, slaves for teaching even. It all came back to her now.

There was an urge to drink, sometimes. But the voice kept telling her to control her thoughts, which was very useful. She only a few times by mistake, but still managed to stay sane.

After an unknown amount of time, the music stopped and she was released again.

Slowly, Christie stood up. It all made more sense now. She really was MS945 and what she was doing here was very useful, more useful than she had ever been in her life. It made her smile. She had a purpose, here. Her life as a milk slave made sense!

She’d started to remember more about her life here, too. She wasn’t just a milk slave. She was a milk slave with duties. Sometimes she was bound and used for pleasure. Sometimes she had to sit in a small space, sucking on anonymous cocks pushed through a tiny hole. MS945 also remembered that she didn’t have these duties often, and that most of the time she would just be milked.

MS945 walked outside the programming room. She knew where she was and why she was here. She was a sexy milk slave, and contributing to the greater good was her purpose.

But now, it was time to sleep. Her plans to escape would have to wait another day.

Although, if she ran away, she would no longer follow her goals in life. Maybe she could combine it somehow, keep contributing to society while being free to do as she wanted!

She walked around a few corners, and suddenly came to a realization. She wasn’t only MS945, she was Christie as well! The difference was that she had something she didn’t have before. It felt as if she had lost something, and had regained it. Christie wondered how that was possible. How could she be both MS945 and Christie? She knew she was supposed to keep the two separate, but somehow she felt she was both now.

Instead of going straight to the storage rooms to get sleep, she started to wander around. It was clear to Christie that she still had her free will. She hadn’t drunk enough of that milk. She felt like a milk slave and knew what she was supposed to be doing day in day out, but she was free to behave differently.

She even started to remember facts that the voice had not told her. MS945 thought about what she had been told in the programming room. Now that she had regained those memories, she felt more comfortable walking around here, more at home, although she knew Christie had an outside life as well.

Although, she probably didn’t have much of that outside life anymore. Maybe MS945 could regain it somehow. But she’d have to find a way out to do it. She knew how most of this building worked. Inside this section of the building she could pretty much go wherever she wanted, but she wasn’t sure about any exits. She did vaguely remember being outside as a slave for sex a couple of times. She remembered how she’d been completely absorbed by the orgy, as if she’d had a different personality then.

MS945 walked around, taking a good look at the walls and in corners. Perhaps there were ventilation ducts that she could use? Maybe there were secret doors? It was pretty hard to find them because of her restricted vision. She did notice there were ducts, some of them near the ceiling, others near the floor. It should be possible to try to open one, but in the corridors there were too many people.

She felt quite tired. Maybe it was best to try this tomorrow. MS945 went back to the milking room. She would be able to sleep while being milked, because a sedative would be added to the water until she fell asleep. MS945 knew this somehow, although she couldn’t remember when she learned it.

She went inside the milking room and installed herself in an empty machine. Despite the milking, she quickly fell asleep.

MS945 woke up. She felt quite refreshed. She opened her eyes and saw that it was quite dark still. She felt the mouthpiece in her mouth, the sucking on her breasts, the vibration in her pussy. She tasted the sweetness of the milk on her tongue.

Had she been drinking that milk while she slept? How was it possible that she was still conscious and aware? MS945 was startled. She remembered yesterday, but remembered only very little about Christie! She remembered that it was her old personality, that it had resurfaced somehow. But she guessed she was okay with that.

Maybe more memories would return if she waited. She could only remember the name Christie now.

MS945 realized she was a milk slave held here against her will. Mostly. Well, partly. She did enjoy this, after all.

MS945 felt around in her head. She became aware of other... things in her head. Like copies of herself, but much simpler. Her other personalities. She had lost most of Christie, but gained some of MS945! She started to wait until she would remember more.

While waiting, she let herself enjoy this wonderful milking process.

She noticed women of all sorts walk past, most of them leaving to eat. After a while most of them came back again. There were a lot of different women. Some were quite old and some were quite young, but they all had huge swollen breasts and a black mask making them anonymous.

After some time MS945 was released again, although it felt like no time had passed at all. Christie walked outside again and considered what she’d do. She was quite hungry, but perhaps she could do some exploring before eating.

She started to walk around, but she already knew most of this place. After a few corners, she walked to one of the side corridors that she’d never visited before. At the end of the corridor, there was another corner and a door. It looked like a normal door. She didn’t know what it was for.

She pressed the button to open the door. It silently slid open. Behind it were stairs! She could go up. She could go down. She felt excited! She didn’t know there were multiple floors. Maybe she could explore the other floors!

Would she have to go up or down? She wasn’t sure. If this was a building underground, then she’d have to go up. But if this was a building above ground, she’d have to go down. She couldn’t remember.

MS945 carefully tiptoed down the stairs, her heart beating a bit more than she was used to. She’d just take a quick peek. She wouldn’t stay long. Besides, why miss getting food? The chances of discovering something interesting were slim.

The stairs were ordinary and large enough for three or four people to walk next to each other. There was no dust and the dim lights allowed her to see where she walked.

A woman walked up the stairs. MS945 just kept walking downstairs. She couldn’t see much of the woman because of her mask. The woman wore a white mask instead of the black masks most people had. MS945 remembered that white meant that the woman had a special task, but that could be anything. She could be teaching, repairing, cleaning.

MS945 remembered that a woman with a white mask helped her get used to life as a milk slave. It was a nice memory, a happy memory.

She could enter this door or go down another level. She didn’t know what was best. MS945 decided to go down as far as she could go. She didn’t have to go far. Just two floors later the stairs ended with a large door. She pressed on the button on the side of the door and it opened.

It was empty on the other side. MS945 went through and let the door close behind her.

MS945 noted that the button on the inside was unusually high, but not so high that she couldn’t reach it. Strange.

She was standing at the beginning, or the end, of a corridor. She walked to a junction ahead of her and peeked around the corner. There was no-one, but she heard strange sounds. High voices. Strange. It sounded like there were children in that direction!

Curious, Christie walked in the direction of the sounds. Just as in her own section, the corridors were dimly lit and she even saw a pair of breasts of a milk slave stick out at a junction. Strangely, these breasts were closer to the ground. If she’d wanted to drink from them, she’d have to kneel down.

Christie passed one of the rooms, peeking inside. It was a feeding room.

Inside she saw a dozen children, boys and girls, silently swallowing their food. They were dressed just like her, black masks hiding their faces, completely naked otherwise. One boy walked to the exit. He walked just like the adults upstairs, Christie noted.

He ignored her and walked away. Christie followed him.

He went through the next door and completely changed the moment he went inside. He ran inside, towards a group of boys that were playing with a ball and making a lot of noise.

The room was very large and chaotic, with pillars everywhere and large inflatable toys, just like a playground. She even saw some smaller children, wearing something that looked like diapers. Some women with white masks seemed to be taking care of the children. There were also women wearing black masks, breasts available for feeding.

The door closed before she could make out more details. MS945 thought it would be best to avoid being noticed and quickly continued, before anyone would speculate about what she was doing here.

She followed another boy that came out of the toilets. He was older and already wore the rubber pants she had seen on male slaves in her own section. He went through a door that quickly closed behind him, just allowing her to see something that looked like a classroom. She heard a female teacher speak about math, of all things.

The door opened again, allowing a girl out this time. She was about the same age as the boy and already had two large breasts. The girl completely ignored MS945.

Just as she went around the corner, she saw another girl standing in the middle of the corridor. She turned her head towards MS945.

“Uh, hi,” she said shyly.

“Hello,” Christie replied.

“Are you here to tell me the result?” she asked.

Christie denied, asking what result she wanted.

“I just had my examination,” she replied. “They will decide if I will be a cow or not.”

“A cow?”

“That’s what we call it...” she answered. “It’s when your milk is good enough to do production.”

It triggered another memory. MS945 remembered that there were production slaves, slaves that didn’t do duties like her, but that only produced milk.

“I want to do production,” the girl continued. “I don’t want to be on duty or get special tasks. I’m afraid of the outside world they speak about. Have you ever been outside?”

Christie told her that she remembered who she was before and that it didn’t seem very bad, although she was very happy as a milk slave now.

“I think I like production more,” the girl said. “They say it feels very good and you don’t have to do hard things. I really hope I may be a production milk slave.”

“You’ve never been outside?” asked Christie.

“No, I was born and raised here,” she replied. “May I have some milk?. I’m starting to forget things.”

She sucked a few seconds on Christie’s breasts and turned around, facing the corridor.

“I shouldn’t speak here. I’m nervous. When I become an adult, I can no longer be a child. I’ll be silent now,” she promised with a sigh as she seemed to stiffen a bit.

MS945 asked her what she meant by that, but she no longer replied.

Christie heard footsteps and quickly went around the corner. She waited to listen.

“I have the results, MS5012,” she heard a woman say with a flat voice. “You will be a production milk slave. You are an adult now. I will bring you to your new section. Follow.”

“Thank you, I will follow,” the girl replied. She spoke just as flat as the woman now, completely unlike earlier.

MS945 reflected on this and noticed that she herself had been talking like that the entire time. She was even thinking like that. Very structured, very precise.

She heard them move away and decided to follow slowly. She saw the girl walk behind a woman with a white mask. They went around a corner and MS945 followed again.

“Drink,” she heard the voice say and she saw MS5012 drinking from one of the breasts on the wall.

They continued directly towards the stairs MS945 had come from. She heard soft sound of the door opening and saw them move up the stairs.

Quickly, MS945 followed before the door closed and listened. They went up only one floor and entered that section.

MS945 followed them through the door.

The lights were even dimmer than in the other sections. She heard footsteps move away. She followed them, going around a corner.

This corridor had no junctions, only doors. The doors had displays with numbers. All doors showed “0”.

They went around a corner and MS945 quickly followed.

Peeking around the corner, she saw the woman open a door far ahead, and they went inside. Almost immediately, the woman with the white mask came outside again and started to walk back.

MS945 was curious about what happened to the girl and decided to hide in one of the rooms. She opened a random door, checked if there was anyone was inside and went through. The door closed behind her.

It was quite dark, but not entirely. MS945 heard the familiar sound of breast pumps. Interesting!

She walked around. She didn’t see any women, but there were rows with what seemed like large closed cabins. She saw handles on the doors and displays.

The displays showed names of milk slaves. Some had an extra letter. “MS52-X,” for example. And “MS102-X”. But most didn’t have this addition.

There were also numbers on the displays. MS945 guessed one of the numbers indicated the amount of milk they were producing. She wasn’t sure about the other numbers.

Christie walked back to the door. She’d waited long enough. She opened the door and listened. No one there. She’d quickly check if she could find MS5012 and then hurry to her own section, because she was getting quite hungry.

She walked to the door that MS5012 entered.

Unlike the other doors, this one had the number “18” on it.

She opened the door and went inside.

To her surprise, this room wasn’t as dark as the previous one. She blinked with her eyes and stepped forward.

Three white-masked women were standing near a wall.

After a few seconds, one of the white-masked women walked towards her and stood still in front of her.

“Shit,” MS945 thought, remembering a word she hadn’t used for a long while.

“Move here and stand still. Are you in control?” the woman asked.

“Yes,” MS945 replied to her, hoping it was a good answer.

MS945 didn’t dare run away with these women watching. It would be a better idea just to sit this out and hopefully fix the damage later. She should have been more careful! Shit, shit, shit.

MS945 noticed that there were boxes on the side which were filled with black objects that MS945 couldn’t identify. The woman grabbed one of the rubber objects. It looked like panties, but there was an solid oval ring in the middle, where her anus would be, and a gap in front, which would leave her pussy exposed.

“Lift your left leg,” the woman commanded. MS945 lifted her leg. The woman helped her leg through the panties.

“Lift your right leg,” the woman commanded. MS945 lifted her other leg. The woman helped her other leg through the panties.

She carefully pulled the panties up, but suddenly stopped. MS945 couldn’t see what the woman was doing.

“Relax your anus,” the woman commanded, as she pulled the panties a bit further and started to push something inside MS945.

It was a very short object, but when it was completely inside, she felt it unfolding inside her like a flower, forming a round ring inside her. She heard a soft click and the woman stopped pushing. It wasn’t very big, but it seemed to keep her anus slightly open.

The woman pulled the rest of the panties up, making sure they were properly hugging her waist.

She grabbed a flat leather strap that looked a bit like a belt and pushed it inside her panties. MS945 looked down. The woman was pushing the leather strap through a slit at the front of panties, which appeared to be hollow there.

When the whole strap was inside, the slit was invisible again and it looked just like the collar around her neck. So that was how these worked!

“You are in control so we do not need a binder. Follow.”

MS945 followed the woman through the room. She noticed a woman with a white mask returning. Maybe she had been responsible for MS5012? She felt a bit disappointed that her exploring had come to an end so quickly. She promised herself to be more careful next time.

They stopped. The display in front of her was empty. The one to the left showed “MS5012”. The girl must be inside! MS945 could hear her being milked.

The woman opened the empty cabin. This machine looked much like the one she was familiar with. The seat was different, however. There was an object inside the seat that matched the oval ring attached to her anus. There was also a pee spout just above the dildo, allowing her to pee while being milked.

The woman helped her inside the seat. It felt just like a normal seat, except that when the dildo fully entered her, she also felt the object lock to the plug inside her anus.

The woman pushed her arms and legs into familiar cavities and closed the lids. They appeared to be a lot thicker than the one she was familiar with.

“Are you comfortable?” the woman asked.

Although Christie would rather be somewhere else, the seat was very comfortable, so she confirmed.

To MS945’s surprise, the woman lowered a mask from the ceiling instead of just a mouthpiece.

It covered her entire face. MS945 could no longer see anything. A rather big tube was in her mouth, but it was quite comfortable. She could breathe fresh air through the mask, which was quite an improvement.

Two cold cups were attached to her breasts. They felt just like the ones upstairs. They contracted around her breasts.

She felt the woman checking if everything is attached correctly. She heard a click as the door of her cabin was closed.

Total darkness and silence.

The dildo started vibrating. She tasted food in her mouth, and water. She swallowed it, hungry as she was. She kept swallowing for a while.

This food was a bit sweet, but it didn’t seem to affect MS945 much. Just like the previous time she had been drinking the milk, the only thing that happened was she lost some memories of Christie, but she still knew who she was and what she wanted! She did remember more of Christie than last time.

MS945 started swallowing more food. The breast pumps started to suck. The familiar warmth was spreading through her body now.

Warmth in her breasts and pussy. It was very exciting! She was being milked again! For a moment she forgot that she was stuck here for awhile. She sucked more on the food. Oh, her breasts felt like they were on fire! She felt hornier and hornier.

A voice! The same droning voice that she had always heard in the programming room! It started talking to her, out of nowhere. She listened to hit, while the heat was spreading in her body.

“Welcome. You are now part of production! This is one of the most important tasks in the society!”

“Most milk slaves are part of production because they have excellent milk quality or because there are no available positions in other sections. Some milk slaves are here because they are a security threat and they will never be released.”

“You are not identified as a security threat. Your assignment as a production milk slave will last until you are more useful elsewhere.”

“Let your pee and feces go whenever necessary. You will be automatically cleaned.”

“We will ensure your happiness and highest milk production.”

She heard a strange sound pattern in her ears. She saw strange lights, soothing lights.

She was getting even more horny, and she started to feel a bit dazed.

MS945 thoroughly enjoyed this. The voice was still telling her how happy she was and how she would enjoy being milked and how she would like to produce a lot of milk. It kept droning on about what a great milk slave she was and how useful her contributions were.

She kept sucking food and producing milk.

At some point she realized she had peed and that she had been cleaned.

It felt like she was in heaven.

After some time, she didn’t know how long, she woke up. Had she slept?

The sucking on her tits continued to pleasure her. Her chest felt even heavier somehow.

There was still strange music in her ear, although it was hard to concentrate with her body in constant heat.

Sometimes she could make out a voice that told her how wonderful her milk was, how great it was to be a milk slave.

Days passed.

MS945 barely noticed the difference anymore between sleeping and being awake.

She knew the machine somehow controlled when she would sleep and when she would be awake, but she didn’t care. When she was awake, she felt as if she was in heaven.

Time passed by so fast. The only sensation was that continuous feeling in her breasts, that continuous sucking, and the permanent pleasure in her pussy. It was one continuous feeling, a constant rhythm, going on and on and on.

It was never boring.

After a while, she was used to the strange sounds and didn’t hear them anymore.

Occasionally she could make out the voice talking.

It sometimes informed her about her increased milk production.

Once she even thought she heard it tell her that her production had tripled in the last 6 months.

It was wonderful.