"So, Miss Andrews, you've toured our facility and talked to all of our employees. Do you have any other questions?" Jake Brighton asked the young reporter seated in front of him.
Jessica Lynn Andrews thought for a moment. She had been assigned by the local newspaper to write a story about Humilk Industries, a local business specializing in producing human breast milk for public consumption. Since a worldwide outbreak of mad cow disease had led to the Great Economic Collapse, milk had been in short supply. Human milk production had begun and with massive unemployment, companies like Humilk had offered women opportunities to escape the Poverty Houses by selling their breast milk.
Companies like Humilk and others had turned the enterprise into a profitable business but stories of how they exploited and dehumanized women had led Jessica to suggest to her editor an expose of the company.
But Jessica had found herself surprised by what she saw at Humilk. While certainly the milking stations where women knelt like cattle with their breasts attached to pumping machines seemed inhumane, the women themselves were largely unaffected. The employees showed Jessica the apartments where they lived on the sprawling farm, with large flat screen televisions and comfortable beds with pillow top mattresses. The apartments were twice the size of the one Jessica lived in, a small studio with a bed that doubled as a couch and dining table. Jessica envied the large showers the women shared and the deep soaker tubs. Her shower was barely large enough to turn around in.
The women talked about how the milkings, sometimes two or three times a day were not at all painful, and in fact were sometimes pleasurable. A few of the women said the mechanical dildos that provided stimulation while they were milked were better than any man they had ever met. They shrugged off Jessica's concerns about how they were bound in place for the milkings, explaining that otherwise they might squirm too much and could hurt themselves if they pulled away from the milking machines. While they didn't make much money, the free room and board was worth far more to them in the current economy.
Jessica had to admit her time at the farm was seriously making her wonder if she had chosen the right line of work, which gave her an idea. "Well," the reporter replied, "I was thinking I might like to try one of the machines myself. I think to tell the story fairly, I should see what the whole process is really about." Jessica was only partly telling the truth. Seeing the women bound and their breasts being milked had stirred something inside her. She found herself extremely turned on as she watched the girls being milked.
Jake looked at his foreman, Brian Hanson, who shrugged as a reply. "I guess we could use bay 6," Jake said. "Rob has it down because the software has to be upgraded so it is not part of production now." Rob was the chief technician who managed the software programs that controlled how long the women were milked and distributed the milk through the refining process afterwards. Brian agreed, "That way we wouldn't have to worry about contamination the lines." Jessica wasn't sure what that meant, since she didn't think she would be producing any milk.
"All right," Jake said to the reporter. "If you want to try it out, we looks like we can set it up." He pulled out some forms from his desk for her to sign. "These are standard disclaimers, hold liable less forms, that sort of stuff. It's a basic employment contract all of the women sign. The process is completely safe, of of course, but we have to have your full consent before you can use one of the stations. You know how the legal system is now. We'll need you to sign all of these." Jessica looked over the forms quickly and signed each at the bottom, getting more and more excited at the thought of being strapped to one of the milking machines.
Brian led Jessica down to the central area where several milking bays were set up. Bay 6 was off to the far right of the large open area. Three of the other bays Jessica passed were currently in use, three women down on their hands and knees with metal cuffs around their wrists and ankles. Plastic cups on their breasts could be seen squeezing their tits and a stream of white milk flowed through the tubes attached to the cups. Two of the women had tubes in their mouths gagging them and dildos pounding away inside them. Jessica was getting wet just looking at the women.
As they reached bay 6, Brian stammered and finally said, "Uh, I guess, you need to take off your shirt and, um, bra." For a guy who spent a lot of time around naked women, he seemed awfully shy. Jessica pulled her shirt over her head and reached behind her to unclasp her bra. Her 32C chest was exposed as she pulled the garment off and dropped it to the ground. "So I just kneel down there?", she said, pointing at the metal frame on the ground. There were two metal poles running parallel to each other, connected by another metal pole. Each of the two parallel poles had metal cuffs attached to their ends. Two other poles rose vertically in the air from the ground. The vertical pole in the front had a large metal collar at the top while the one behind it had another metal pole perpendicular to it.
"Yep," came the reply from Jake, who had come up behind them. "Kneel down so your head is resting on the front post and your stomach on the bar. Put your wrists into the cuffs and we'll slide the cuffs over your ankles." She did as she was told, wishing she hadn't worn a skirt, since she could tell her panties were likely visible bent over like this. She hoped her wetness wasn't visible to the men. Jake fastened the cuffs over the woman's ankles and she felt a 'click' as they electronically locked themselves shut. He did the same with the collar around her neck. He pulled up the plastic cups and placed them over the girl's breasts. She shivered as his hands touched her bare skin and squeezed the cups in place on her tits. He attached the rubber hoses to the cups. She asked why he was doing that since she wouldn't be producing any milk and he explained the machine wouldn't work without the hoses in place.
"We'll set it up for ten minutes," Jake said. "That ought to be long enough for you to get the full experience."
Brian pressed some buttons on a computer panel and the milking cups came to life. Jessica let out a small gasp as the cups squeezed against her bare flesh. The suction began kneading her breast tissue and she had to agree with the other women who said the experience could be pleasurable. The gentle pulsation on her breasts felt wonderful and she felt herself getting extremely turned on. She wondered if she should have asked for the dildo as well. The cups expanded and sucked in the entirety of her teats. Her nipples were distended at least an inch and pulled down into the suction tubing.
Jessica rocked back and forth as the machine kneaded at her breasts. She was afraid she was going to orgasm in front of the two men even without any other stimulation. She heard a faint beeping sound from behind her and assumed her ten minutes on the machine were up. Brian and Jake were talking to each other and she heard Jake call to go get Rob. She called out, "Um, is there some kind of a problem?"
