Chapter 7: The Test Subject

The days blended into a monotonous routine for Lily. The initial spark of rebellion that she and Eva had kindled seemed like a distant memory, crushed under the weight of the Dairy Collective’s brutal efficiency. Lily’s spirit was battered, but not broken. She clung to the defiance that burned in her eyes, a silent protest against her captivity.

One day, Lily was summoned to the breeding facility for her second attempt. The process was as clinical and efficient as the first, but this time, her body did not respond as expected. The doctors and overseers exchanged worried glances as they realized that the breeding attempt had failed. Lily’s milk production, once abundant, had begun to decline, signaling a shift in her usefulness to the Collective.

The news spread quickly among the overseers, and a decision was made. Lily was to be used as a test subject, a guinea pig for the Collective’s experimental procedures. The goal was to find ways to enhance milk production and breeding success, even if it meant pushing the boundaries of ethical treatment.

Lily was led to a sterile, isolated room, where she was subjected to a series of invasive tests and treatments. Her eyes, filled with defiance, invited the cruel reaction of her owners. They saw her resistance as a challenge, a threat to their authority. Determined to break her spirit, they devised a new form of control.

One morning, Lily was taken to a small, windowless room. The overseer, a stern-faced woman with cold eyes, approached her with a tray of gleaming metal instruments. Lily’s heart raced with fear and anticipation, her body tensing as she braced herself for whatever was to come.

The overseer took a pair of piercing needles and, with clinical precision, pierced Lily’s nipples. The pain was searing, all-consuming, and Lily bit back a scream, her eyes filling with tears. The overseer then took a set of metal hoops and inserted them through the fresh piercings, securing them tightly.

From that point on, whenever Lily was milked, she was attached to the milking machine using leashes locked to her nipple rings. The metal was cold and unyielding, a constant reminder of her captivity and the Collective’s control over her body. Her breasts, elongated substantially since she had been sold to the Collective, were a stark symbol of her transformation from a free woman to a commodity.

Lily’s days were filled with a mix of pain and humiliation. The milking sessions were longer and more intense, the machine’s pulsing rhythm a grim reminder of her role in the Collective’s hierarchy. Her body ached, her spirit wavered, but the defiance in her eyes never faded. She refused to let them break her completely.

As the weeks passed, Lily’s milk production continued to decline. She knew her time was limited, her usefulness to the Collective waning. The thought of what happened to hucows who stopped producing milk haunted her, a constant specter of her impending fate.