BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Your tired eyes slowly pry themselves open, giving you a dim view of the ceiling
You make no move to turn off your alarm at first, instead laying there, cursing time for not jumping forward to the weekend
After a few moments of listening to that damn machine scream at you to get up, you roll over with a grunt, slamming the off button
You rise, rubbing the crust from your eyes as you turn on a lamp
You never had a great sleep schedule, but it's gotten exponentially worse
You can't keep up with these four-hour sleep sessions
You spend the next fifteen minutes or so on your phone
Scrolling through news
Watching a couple of short videos
Passing the time with a phone game
After amusing yourself, it's time to start your ‘morning’ routine
You take a quick shower and move back to your room to get dressed
As you pull your pants up, you're startled by your phone ringing
That's odd
You don't get many calls nowadays, especially at this hour
You check the caller ID
It's your mom
You sit on the bed as you answer
”Hello?”
”Hey, Anon, just calling to give you an update on Uncle Gary's party this weekend
You put a hand on your head
Shit, you forgot all about it
You still gotta make something for the potluck
Nevertheless, you don't mention that to her
”What about it?”
”Turns out, there was a mix-up with park administration and the pavilion’s being rented the same day, so the party's not happening there.”
”Ah, damn, really? Any idea where we're having it instead?”
”Aunt Mary said she'd be willing to host, so probably there”
You muffle your breathing through your nose
Aunt Mary’s place isn't bad per se, but it is small, and you're not a fan of cramped and crowded spaces
Even less so now that your job forces you into them regularly
Still, you don't complain
”Sounds great, Mom. Anything else?”
”Just wanted to remind you to bring something for the potluck. You didn't forget, did you?”
You blink and swallow
”No, Mom, didn't forget.”
”Great! Well, I won't keep you much longer, I know you're heading to work soon. Can't wait to see you again! Love you, bye honey!
”Love you too, mom, see ya.”
You hang up and sigh as you put your shirt on
Great now you gotta shop and make something for a meal
And even now, living on your own, you still don't like cooking
The cheap, microwaveable breakfast burrito you eat as breakfast attests to that
Oh well
You guess you'll just make more of that simple mashed potatoes recipe you know
True, you've brought it the last six years in a row, but hey, no one's complained so far
After scarfing down your meal, you head outside and light a cigarette
You enjoy these quick smoke breaks
It'll be a while until you can enjoy another one
The boss makes it clear, no smoking around the girls
You get it, it could mean harming them and thus harming the merchandise
Still, doesn't make the job any easier
Then again, it might be a blessing in disguise
You have cut back quite a bit on smoking since you started after all
You look up, and only a scant few stars are visible
One thing you took for granted back home was the lack of light pollution
You can't remember a pretty night sky since moving
But you suppose that's just one of the costs of living in the city
You ponder the upcoming party
Sure, having to cook for it's a pain, and you can't say you don't prefer some family members to others
But it's nice to know at least a few people are looking forward to your presence
Not many of you ‘charges’ do, that's for certain
Speaking of which, it's just about time to go
You put out your cigarette and start your car
One good thing about working the third shift is that the roads are often clear, giving you an easy commute there
After a little over twenty minutes, you arrive
Deeper into the woods stands your workplace
It's an unassuming brick building, no larger than the average factory
A fading sign looms over the parking lot
The Old Newhouse Food Production and Processing Plant
It never fails to amuse you a bit
It's not inaccurate, but it lends more of a sophisticated air than what’s really going on
You've heard they keep up some kinda front during the day to appear less seedy, but how exactly you neither know nor care
You're not paid to care about daytime operations
You walk through the door to see Diana, bespeckled eyes locked onto her computer screen
As you approach her desk, she doesn't even look up as she addresses you
”ID, please.”
”C'mon, Di, you know who I-”
”Standard procedure. Worth not getting written up over. Just gimme the damn card.”
You give an annoyed sigh as you place your laminated work ID card onto the desktop
She glances at it, then punches some keys on her computer
”Seems the boys in Recruitment picked up a new girl for you. She's waiting for orientation.”
Oh, great
If this isn't just your favorite part of the jobs
You wonder which flavor of bitch this one will be
Uppity pompous bitch who thinks she can lord over you, or shrill screechers that beg and cry and just act hysterical
Both are just a joy to deal with
”Well, wish me luck I guess.”
”Hey, you don't need that much. You actually have one of the better track records among the caretakers here.”
You can believe that. Sometimes it feels like you're the only one doing more than fucking the girls in the ass (even if that is a major upside)
”If you say so. See ya, Di.”
”Mmmhmmm.”
You walk past the reception area and make it to the elevator, calling it down
Stepping in, you press the right combination
2, B1,3,1
The elevator starts descending
A pretty neat trick, you gotta admit
You just wished the ride didn't take so long
Three whole minutes
And it wouldn't be so bad if you had your phone, but you don't
This place is so strict about secrecy, you can't even bring a phone there
Can't run the risk of being tracked here or whatever
It even extends to the entrance of the real factory, with a guard and metal detector at the door
For the millionth time, you confirm that, no, you're not wearing a wire, or a miniature camera, or a bomb
Just another annoying quirk of the place, although you can't say you don't entirely understand it
The real business happens down here, in this underground complex
Cows get taken off the street, injected with lactation boosters, and milked till they run dry
And all the higher-ups have to pay is machine maintenance and handlers to make sure it all runs smoothly
Handlers like you
You can't say it's particularly lovely work
You've honestly never liked cows, and even the tamer ones can be bitches
Still, you make decent money
And the feeling of power you get from bossing these heifers around can be pretty good
Especially sexually
Technically it's not allowed, but no one stops you from sodomizing the girls
Really, it's hard not to be at least tempted, what with them having their bare asses constantly bent over and sticking out
God, this whole place is one big whorehouse
You make your way down the west wing, now familiar sounds beating your eardrums
The whimpers, sobs, and cries of the less-broken ones as they have their tits drained
The unending whirring of the machines
The occasional muffled voices from TVs as some of the more well-behaved girls
Positive reinforcement, the manager says
Makes cows less stressed and better for milking
You find Rick, just finishing hooking up #342 to a machine,
With a flick of a switch, it comes to love
The suction cups at her nipples draw out milk, making her tense up and shutter for a few minutes before relaxing, willing to ride out the milking
Rick steps back and notices your presence
”Heya, Anon. You got a new one waiting for ya. O-Room 3.”
”Yeah, I heard. Wish me luck, pray she's not as bad as the last one.”
God, now that one was a cunt
Had to take “Advanced Disciplinary Measures” before you could even strap her to a machine
Rick chuckles
”Yeah. Seems to be a scaredy-cow, though. She'll be easier to break I reckon.”
”I sure hope so. Catch you around.”
”Yep.”
You continue down the hall to the far wall, entering the third door from the left
There, squirming on the floor, your newest charge
A young thing, probably college-aged
Stereotypically white with black spots
Hair a bit messy, though you can't tell if it was because of her kidnapping, or if it was like that before
Chubby, too
The plant prefers girls on the bigger side like that
Her arms tied to her body, wrists and ankles bound by zip ties
She screams into a gag, fruitlessly shouting for help as a blindfold shields her eyes from her surroundings
You kneel beside her
She senses your presence and begins to struggle harder
”Hey, calm down, alright? Just do what I say, and we won't have any problems.”
But she doesn't calm down. In fact, she only gets more agitated, thrashing about as she squeak out muffled pleas
”I said calm down. Look, I’m really not in the-”
She’s inconsolable, her screaming manic, and her thrashing becoming violent
Well, you know one way to calm bitches like these down
You roughly flip her onto her back and give her ass cheek a firm smack
”CALM DOWN!”
She immediately stops all movement, besides trembling
You wonder how she could even feel it through all those layers of fat, but you’re not complaining
You let out a frustrated sigh
”Listen. I’m going to get that gag and blindfold off you, and you’re gonna do what I say, alright?”
She hesitates but gives an uneasy nod
”Good.”
True to your word, you undo the blindfold, causing her to cringe at the fluorescent light above
While her eyes adjust, you unfasten the gag and remove it, taking the drool-covered ball from her mouth
She breathes in and out, close to panting, but not quite
”W-who are you? Why am I here?”
”Who I am isn’t important. All you need to know is I’ll be the one handling you from now on.”
Still on her stomach, you begin undoing the rope around the body
”Handle me? W-what…?”
”About that, and to answer your second question: You’re here to be milked”
”Milked? You can’t…”
”I can, and I do.”
You free her from the rope and grope her chest
”Believe me, these are worth way more than you could possibly know.”
She stares at you for a moment, the shock visible, before the realization falls on her like a ton of bricks
”N-no… No! This can’t be happening! This won’t happen! I won’t let- Help! Someone! Get me out of here!”
In her panic, she manages to buck you off of her
She babbles some more as she unsuccessfully tries to wiggle her way to the door
You grunt in annoyance, before reaching for a certain implement on the wall
A cattle prod
The voltage is low, low enough to not leave any visible marks on the body
But one jolt is usually enough to get the sluts in line
You turn it on, the prongs audibly buzzing
You jab it into her asscheek, your handprint still visible
She yelps and rolls onto her back
It’s more out of surprise, but it’s enough to halt her escape attempt
”Stupid bitch! You’re not getting out of this. Understand now that I am what decides how pleasant your stay here is, so cooperate, or things get much, much worse. Do you understand?
She stares at the prod, still humming, still ready to jab into her and make her fall in line
She looks back up to you and gives a quick, timid nod
”Good. Now, on your feet.”
You help her stand up, and lead her to the center of the room
”Lift your arms.”
Her every move is shaky and unconfident, but she complies
You reach up and pull down the hook hanging from the ceiling, latching it onto the zip tie binding her wrists
”W-what are?”
”No questions. And trust me, this is here to make what comes next easier.”
You step over to the far side of the room and grab another implement
She would see you dip the tool into some kind of tank with steam coming out
Liquid nitrogen
You turn back to her, brand in hand, ready to imprint onto her skin
”Oh, don’t give me that look. Trust me: the first days are always the longest.”