At times I fainted from the sensory overload, but the computer ran the program to its end, then left me to recover. The process repeated over and over for the day, then, even though exhausted and frantic to somehow escape the Hellish therapy, the machine fed and cleaned me, but the day was not yet done. Mistress had come into the room and had watched the entire last sequence with satisfaction, then picked up the microphone for the head set clamped over my helmet.
“Hello, Charli. I hope you’ve had an interesting day so far? Well, no matter. It’s evening now and time for your nightly milking process to be done again. As you were informed the other day, you’ll be forcibly aroused and milked six times every night, but to make your life even more interesting, the treatment for your breasts wil
