Chapter 29: Window Shopping
Ezenia had somehow escaped HOPE's ever watchful cameras while her Mistress was unconscious, and had also managed to stay below the radar, not able to be found. This didn't come as a surprise to Ayla who had practically spent the night by Tasha's side. However, the glimmer of hope she had for her friend had faded when morning came and Tasha still didn't seem to respond too much. HOPE's assurance was there though, confirming after careful analysis that the blond would probably make a full recovery. The computer had already began stimulating the girl's muscles in an effort to rebuild them from the atrophy. Some other drugs were put into her system to help cleanse the extra hormones from her.
After being reassured yet again by HOPE, Ayla left her friend to continue to wander the facility. That was when she learned from the AI of her pet's disappearance. She was pissed, but also had her own plans to contend with.
The next stop on her rounds of the island was the production line. Ayla wandered through the bottling plant that packaged Real Milk for shipping, eventually reaching the room that contained all the milkers.
Unlike the juicers, these girls only had suckers attached to their nipples, and the only tubes they were hooked up to were for feeding and waste removal, no sexual stimulation needed. They did have a mask over their faces that played the constant porn to keep them from getting too bored. HOPE had explained that the only thing those girls needed were extra hormones to get them to lactate. Each one of them had large breasts, ranging from a large C cup to ones that she could've sworn were F cups. Every single one of them seemed to defy gravity, explained by the preparation stage when certain chemicals were put into each girl to help firm up their breasts. It was a mesmerizing sight, but also very erotic.
Ayla was practically drooling at the sight of so much supple flesh inside their milking tubes. She had originally come here to find some replacements to the Doctor's 'used' toys. As she walked down the aisles, she continued to stroke herself, trying to find which ones provided the most stimulating experience. On each of the tubes were a slew of stats, from how much milk they produced, the hormone levels they had, to even an estimate of how much more milk they could continue to make.
It was like shopping to the new Mistress; plenty of young girls on display for her to choose between. The fact the whole room smelled of sweat and pussy didn't make it any easier. Eventually, Ayla came across one tube where the girl inside was squirming quite a bit. It was as if she had kept her sanity and was enjoying the sensations immensely. Unlike the others, this one had sweat beading on her body. From the stats down below, it looked as though the girl hadn't been producing milk long, for her totals weren't nearly as much as any of the others.
"HOPE, please prepare this one for me for later. I think I want this one."
"Affirmative."
Ayla licked her lips, stroking herself off a bit more, as she watched the girl squirm and twitch. This one must be incredibly sensitive. A grin came across her face as she thought about it, "HOPE, also, if they're not already pierced, make sure her nipples are pierced for me."
The AI's chime, "That has already been done. That is part of the preparation process as well."
Hand pumping up and down her large shaft, Ayla didn't hear the response, she was already lost in her own fantasies of fucking a DD cup whore who had spent her time not even being penetrated. She could pretty much feel the cunt's quim tighten around her hard cock as she would pound away at the unsuspecting twat, it's juices coating her penis. Maybe even make the little nipple slut taste her own fluids too, probably having led a sheltered life before coming here.
She used her free hand to hold her steady against the side of the tube, pumping her cock in unison to each time the girl spasmed. Ayla could feel her own semen boiling deep within her. Something about not knowing who her new fuck toy was—and not caring either—was strangely arousing. She made a mental note to play a 'guess the bitch' game later where she would probably blindfold fuck a few and try to figure out which one it was later.
"Oh yeah... I'm going to make sure you're filled to the brim with my cum!" Ayla shouted, her moans reaching her lips at the same time white ropes of jizz hit the front of the glass tube. Even though she had screwed Tasha for hours the previous day, it still felt as if she hadn't cum in over a month and left quite a mess on the front side of the device, completely obscuring the girl.
Not wanting to waste too much time in her fantasies, she commanded HOPE to clean the front while she continued along her way through the production part of the plant.
The next stop was the distilling rooms. When she got to the corridor that had the many rooms leading off to the sides, the young girl was already hard. Last time she was here, she was too angered to pay much attention, but from what she could recall, the way the girls were suspended by a metal bar through so many crotches, bound, helpless to whatever whims Ezenia had wanted...
Ayla didn't even realize she was stroking herself again, but when she did, she didn't care. She opened up the first door and was greeted with vague memories. There were only about twenty girls bound to J-hooks with their arms behind their backs, chest held in place by another restraining metal clasp that came around from behind. Their heads were tilted back for the feeding tube. These girls also looked to be pregnant with how big their bellies were, and they were twitching. The usual mask and visor combo covered their face.
The J-hook served multiple purposes. It not only held the girls aloft, but it had a nozzle that entered their ass, pussy, urethra and a stimulator for their clits. The tubes would be used for waste removal, and the one that entered into the girls' slits regulated the distilling of the Pure Bliss.
Walking up to the closest girl, Ayla caressed the unknown girl's stomach and thighs, running a finger in a similar motion to the Doctor's, gathering a little bit of fluid on it then sticking her finger in her mouth. Ezenia wasn't lying, and Ayla could have melted right there. The pungent salty taste of the girl's sweat, coupled with a bit of Pure Bliss and a slight tinge of urine just mixed into a wonderful cocktail. Another mental note had her remembering to play with some combinations of fluids to see what sort of effects they created.
The one she touched didn't respond to her, so she went on to walk around the others, admiring their bodies. Not seeing anything she liked, Ayla left the room and entered another. She continued doing this until she came across another girl who seemed to be twitching at every little touch Ayla gave her. The suspended girl was also very tense, her muscles clenched around the J-hook that kept her in place, moaning slightly at the same time.
Grinning again, Ayla caressed and pushed the girl's belly in, causing the suspended one to curl her toes and spasm. 'The stupid slut is cumming right in front of me,' Ayla thought and began stroking herself faster. Her free hand slapped the girl's stomach hard, before groping at her ass. The body was still firm, unlike the others who were starting to sag due to extended muscle atrophy.
"I want this one too, HOPE."
The chime, "Affirmative."
It took some time for Ayla to tear herself away from the room with the suspended girls and continue along her way. By now, she was feeling incredibly aroused and wanted something more than just to jack herself off. She wanted a nice warm pussy to deposit her anxious fat load into. She skipped the room with the juicers, knowing that they would be nothing but floppy cunts like the Doctor. It was hard finding the fresh ones, and she didn't feel like scouring another large room.
However, the following room she came to, her eyes widened and a very big grin stretched from ear to ear.
