She felt the passage of time as a vague concept, her mind a buzz of pleasure. Her mouth worked mechanically, sucking by rote. Something creamy passed her lips, sliding down her throat and coating it with a sweet aftertaste.
She stared ahead dully, blinking as her eyes took in her limited surroundings. She was staring at the floor, tiled in an unremarkable gray. She was bent over, resting calmly against a piece of molded plastic. The plastic pressed against her stomach, supporting her chest while allowing her breasts to pass through cutouts.
Her arms were pointed straight down, secured in plastic tunnels. She could flex her hands around grips, but tugging with her arms did nothing. That was okay, there was no point in moving. Not when she felt so spacey.
She tongued the gag in her mouth, gnawing at the inflated rubber bulb which was lodged behind her front teeth. It was a globe, filling her mouth comfortably. Her tongue swirled around the back of the globe, getting caught in a large tube that had been bored through the gag.
The gag was attached to a mask. She was wearing a mask. She giggled to herself, staring straight ahead as if this was a normal occurrence. She just now realized that the mask was strapped to her head, pulled taut against her face to cover her nose and lips.
Why should being masked bother her? She felt great.
Time passed as she sucked on the inflated rubber ball. She blinked, amused to find that her legs were secured as well, her ankles locked onto the platform she had been bound to.
She shifted her weight back and forth out of idle curiosity, noting that something large and heavy was lodged in her privates. Something was strapped around her waist as well, pressed against her pubic area.
She pressed her hips into the molded plastic, confirming that the harness she wore had been plugged into her vagina, a rock hard cock lodged deep inside. Her thighs flexed, welcoming the protuberance as it pulsed for her.
The pleasure she experienced from this was muted, as if she wasn't directly experiencing reality. This could all be a dream, random neurons in her brain firing to bring her this fantasy. Where else would one normally experience being bound and filled with thick dildos?
Legs walked by her bed, lithe and green. Neon green, as if lit from within by electric lights. The legs were clad in ankle boots with platform heels, a slight arch lifting the heel a few inches off the ground. The boots themselves were made of patent leather, looking polished and exotic.
The legs stopped in front of her, and she caught a glimpse of black rubber. The unknown person leaned over, showing off a generous bust sealed into a skin tight rubber bodysuit.
Something soft was attached to her head, tucked around her ears. A beat pulsed in her head, faint but growing louder. The rhythmic tone scattered her thoughts, forcing her to live in the now. She shifted her shoulders, making a low gurgling in her mask.
The whirr of a pump sounded, momentarily louder than that of the enforced rhythm in her head, but it was quickly drowned out by the consuming beat. The beats lengthened, strengthening as they wormed their way inside her.
The liquid began to rush through the gag faster, coolness gurgling in the back of her mouth. The pressure built up sufficiently so that she was forced to swallow. The sweet creaminess lit up her brain with joy. She sucked on the gag, the fluid being pumped into her with the same rhythm as that being taught to her by the beat.
There were additional undertones and overtones playing along with the beat, but her buzzed mind couldn't process them consciously. The tones found fertile ground in her subconscious, programming her as she sucked.
The strange woman, with her neon green arms, brought over a device with dual dome-like cups, the interior of the cups as large as small cantaloupes. Its use quickly became clear as she pressed one of the domes up against her left breast. It attached with a pop, sealing over her flesh with rapid suction. The second dome was applied, giving her a matching pair.
The green hands stroked along her shoulder blades, the warm touch strangely soothing. There came a sharp pinch on her shoulder, a thin throb of pain and a strange discomfort. The process was repeated three more times, twice on each shoulder in total.
"Looks like high production today. You're tolerating the injections much better than the others. At this rate, you will easily surpass the projected induction rate. Good cow."
The warm fingers returned, petting her on the head. "You might even be the fastest conversion we've seen. If this keeps up, we might consider bringing you to the next level of treatment sooner than anticipated."
Was that what she was? A cow? What could that be? She tingled with pleasure at being complimented. Whatever a cow was, she wanted to be the best one she could be.
The suction domes pulsed on her body, alternating sides as they yanked on her swollen teats. The process was painful at first, but as she became acclimated, the pain settled into a dull ache. It was even a bit pleasurable.
As the vacuum continued, she could feel something within her breasts relax, settling into the pressure and letting go. Her teats were wet, milk expressing from their tips. The suction pulled the liquid away as soon as it appeared, tugging, sucking, extracting her milk with inexorable force.
The squeezing was rough, but enjoyable. Her breasts became less swollen as the milk was extracted, providing her a form of relief. Just as she thought it couldn't get any better, the dildos embedded in her vagina and ass began to vibrate, jiggling as they bounced up and down irregularly.
Her breathing came rough, the extra unexpected stimulation hitting her like a ton of bricks. Her thighs seized up, squeezing against the intruders. She pressed her toes against the floor in a futile attempt at freedom so that she could writhe in pleasure.
She squirmed, sucking down the sweet liquid in her mouth to calm her nerves, allowing the hissing noise in her ears to guide her actions. Her chest wobbled, throbbing as her milk flowed freely.
Her mind wandered, following the beat as she sailed along in the sea of pleasure washing from her nipples to her thighs and back again. She was synchronized, her entire body running to the beat, her heart pulsing along in sympathetic rhythm.
Her bondage faded away as unimportant in the face of such stimulation. She was being milked. She was a good cow. That was all that mattered.
She hadn't thought about anything for so long that these truths lit up like bright lights in her brain. The thoughts felt foreign, as if they had just recently became her reality.
The sounds hissed in her ear, teaching and reinforcing her good behavior. As she thought the good thoughts over and over, they implanted themselves into her mind.
Soon, they were familiar truths, imprinting themselves as a mantra she kept repeating to herself. She was a cow. She was being milked. This was as it should be.
Sooner than she had anticipated, her breasts ran dry. The suction continued for another minute, alternating back and forth until the system determined that she was well and truly dry. The cups disconnected with a wet pop, dropping from her breasts and swinging away from her body. They must be attached to the ceiling somewhere.
The dildos in her nethers continued to vibrate, but they were also on the downswing, the buzzing fading. With regret, the cow settled in her harness, waiting to be attended. The hiss in her ears continued, but the beat had faded.
She drifted, thinking about nothing in particular. A sharp pain blossomed in her skull. Half forgotten memories rushed into her mind's eye, bringing her back to relive the past. She moaned, an unwilling participant in the flashback.
She was behind the wheel, a masked man sliding into the passenger's seat. Her foot jammed the accelerator to the floor, the vehicle lurching into motion as if stung by a bee. She could feel the thrill of the chase as if it was yesterday, the rapid breeze flowing through open windows. The sharp trill of the sirens came ever closer, only one step behind.
They slalomed through the first intersection, narrowly missing a track filled with produce. The intersection's lights blazed red, changed due to the emergency signal broadcast by law enforcement. Even so, their back end clipped a hovering sedan which had been unable to stop in time when the lights had changed.
Her vehicle shuddered, a chunk of the body work breaking off with a crunch. The hover motors whined, redirecting their thrust as she spun the wheel. Her heart pumping, she jammed her foot down on the accelerator.
The car leaped forward, grinding as it strained for speed. Up ahead was a major cross street, but she thought she spotted an opening. She swung wide to the right, riding up over the curb. Small brush banged against the undercarriage of the vehicle, making a horrendous rumbling noise.
The car jumped the curb into the intersection, acting squirrely as the levitation engines did their best to keep the vehicle stable. She was used to this behavior, deftly compensating for the imbalance.
What she couldn't account for was a four door pickup that ran the red light, t-boning her from her blind spot on the right. Her head bounced against the driver's side column, causing her to momentarily black out while their vehicle drifted sideways into oncoming traffic.
She regained consciousness in time to see the danger, jamming her foot on the brakes. The levitation engines spun forward, dumping their velocity at a terrific rate. Their bodies were flung forward, pinned against the dashboard. The car may not have had friction to contend with, but it couldn't shed momentum fast enough.
Their car smashed into a minivan, a full head on collision crumpling the fronts of both vehicles. There was a tremendous crash, her ears ringing as the airbag exploded in front of her face. She blinked stupidly, the sudden silence just as jarring as the initial crash.
