Working at the Human Milk Factory
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I am a simple man with a few credentials in my life. But the most important one is that i was born on the right place, which put me on the right side . The one that won the war, a war that split the world into two groups. Those of us who still walk the earth free, and those who are slaves, with virtually no rights. After the war was over i got a job as a guard at the first human milk factory that was created, shortly after. The pay wasn't much, but it was an easy job and i had plenty of time to hang out during it. So i thought i would start a diary of my experiences at the factory. Below, are some of the entries.
12 September 2023:
It's been two days since the factory officialy opened and tomorrow we are going to have the first group of cattle arriving. I have to say i'm pretty excited. I learned that they come straight from the camps, mostly younger girls who failed to qualify for manual work or sex work.
13 September:
It was an eventful day! We just finished setting them up. I got to say though, when they arrived, i was pleasantly surprised. There were lots of beautiful women among the about two dozens that were brought here. I can't even imagine how hot the sex workers must be! A lot of them were already in tears, begging us to release them. I was mildly annoyed at their whines but hopefully i didn't have to hear them for long. They were all naked, except for the thick metal cuffs on their wrists and ankles, that seemed to have become a second nature to them. The mandatory shock collars around their throats reminded me of the remote that i had been given earlier this morning by my overseer.
We led them through the entrance to the main facility where, unbeknownst to them, they would spend the rest of their lives. A lot of the younger ones looked terrified at the sight of the milking stations, the older ones looked mostly detached and miserable.
Then, one of the girls in the back of the line, panicked and tried to run away. It was kind of funny how she moved with small quick steps due to her shackles. I was the first to press the remote, sending a strong zap on her neck. More zaps from the other guards followed. She fell to the floor writhing in pain, her last attempt of exercising any free will ended abruptly.
After that little incident, we started placing the cattle in their milking stations. Each woman was placed in the metallic device, their head secured to a stock. Two steel poles came from the back side of the stock and secured the arms behind their back, the elbows bending 90 degrees. Another stock planted a few inches from the ground secured their feet at the ankles. A bar resting in front of their legs ensured that their body was almost at a right ankle, bending at the waist. I learned that it was so they could sleep without much tension on their neck.
Some of them struggled of course, but that's why we were there. I distinctly remember a young dark-haired girl shouting "you can't do this to us, we're not animals!" . She couldn't be more than 22 or 23 years old. A few zaps later and she along with all the others were locked in their stations. At this point some production experts came in the room. We were able to observe the process though. Each station had a pair of glass culinders that they placed on the cattles' breasts and then created a vaccum inside. The milk would be pumped into these and then extracted into a container next to the them. Then their feeding tubes were set. Each one was attached to a large red ball that was stuffed in their mouths and then buckled behind their head. I was relieved that the noise was reduced a lot by these.
What i found interesting was how indifferent were the scientists towards these women. About half of our staff are women, but it didn't made any difference in the way they treated them. They prepared each "subject", as they often called them, quickly and without any remorse.
Finally, they inserted plugs that were each connected to a tube, into each cow's anus, in order to remove excrement. They did the same to their urethras with some tiny tubes. Then, they stuck a serum in their hands, containing drugs to enduce lactation. I watched as the scientists examined each "subject", to make sure they get the maximum quantity out of every one. The girls just watched them, still in shock, some of them still struggling to free themselves from their stocks, in vain of course.
I was watching the black-haired girl, the same one who was yelling earlier. She had calmed down a bit and now stood there, defeated and humiliated. Our eyes met. She was very pretty, with a slim waist and beautiful breasts. I thought, that maybe, in another universe, she could have been my girlfriend. But not in this one, here, she is lower form of being. She mumbled something incoherent, the red ball in her mouth muffling her words. I pressumed she wanted to speak to me, but it didn't matter. Nothing she had to say mattered anymore. She is just there to be productive for the factory.
17 September:
I am becoming used to the surroundings of the facility. We are not allowed to touch the cows, now that their part of the factory's property, but some of the other guards tease them in order to kill some time. I, myself don't see much point in this. I wasn't the kid who would go around harassing animals for no reason, so why do it now? Luckily for the poor things, the scientists had order their collars to be removed, since they serve no purpose now, and electric shocks can hurt the milk supply. Some cattle had started producing small amounts of milk. The drugs worked faster on some girls than others.
There was still a general moaning noise echoing in the facility. The girls seemed still unnerved and often looked at each other for the slightest comfort they could offer. They suffered a lot during these first days. The drugs were very painfull for the cattle and the more their breasts would swell the more painful it would be.
19 September:
I had the morning shift today, so i saw the force-feeding for the first time. It is cruel but i guess there's no other choice. The factory can't be monitoring every cow's food intake. This way they also make sure they're healthy and no cattle can intentionally starve to death. Their expressions every time the machines are turned on are priceless! Their eyes open wide whenever they hear the food pumps start rumping up.
21 September:
One of the guys brought a sample of the thick, liquid mix that the cattle is fed. He dared us to drink shots of it. We each took a bottle cap and tried to down the yellow looking substance. It was barely palatable, like a horrible, mashed energy bar. I felt a bit sick, then thought of how awful it would be to have this as your only diet. The cattle have to eat a gallon of that shit, in two portions each day.
25 September:
All the cattle have started producing and the pumping noise of the milking machines is now as loud as the painful whines. The black haired girl's B cups had now swollen to DD's and she lactated profusely. I sat and looked at her for a long time. Sometimes, she would break into panic attacks and struggle as hard as she could. The steel stocks didn't give at all, but, surprisingly, that didn't stop her most of the time. She hadn't given up yet, even after so many days here. I have to say she intrigues me. Other times she would stand looking down, lost in her thoughts, trying to get her mind of the pain on her breasts. There were some women that would be considered hotter in the "real world", but i found myself observing her the most.
2 October:
It was near the end of my shift when a guy from the management arrived at the milking station, pushing a trolley. I took a look inside and saw what looked like a pair of dozen plastic cow heads. A simple design, with a few black spots here and there, and even some fake cow ears. A hole was were the mouth would normally be. "A lot of the cattle are still psychologically distressed. The management thought that part of it had to do with them witnessing themselves and the others in this situation. These will help." I then noticed that the heads had no eye holes, instead they had some panded blindfold on the inside. "Also" he added, the cow heads are used to make them less human-looking. The factory will be open to visits from civilians and even some schools in the next month, so it's better if they look more like cows.
It made sense. Without witnessing their ordeal, the human cows could accept it more easily. It's also easier for a little kid to witness a cow being milked, than an actual person. I took one of the plastic heads and headed straight for the dark-haired girl. I wanted to be the one to do this to her. I don't know why really. Maybe it was a sign of respect to the human she once was, or maybe i wanted to be the last person she sees. It didn't matter.
I stood in front of her holding the mask-head. She looked at it confused. There was a switch on the side of it, a click and it opened from the side. The girl's eyes widened at the realisation that this silly, degrading thing, would replace her face. She became nervous as i positioned it in front of her face. I removed her feeding tube and passed it through the mask's hole. It was big enough that she could breath without problem, altough it still looked kind of claustrophobic. She looked me in the eyes, scared, breathing heavily. "It's ok", i said to her. Why was i talking to her? what difference would it make? For what it was worth, i just wanted to comfort her. I pressed the mask a bit closer. I looked at her face one last time, taking a mental picture of it. She was still looking at me with those beautiful green eyes. Then, i pressed it until i felt the blindfold stop against her eyes. I closed the back of the mask, a loud click signalled that it was now locked permanently. She let out a moan of fear, unable to see anything.
"Shhh, it's gonna be ok" i said to her. I knew it probably was a lie, i just hoped it would eventually calm her like the guy said. As she shifted her head from side to side, as far as the stock would allow, i felt the urge to touch her. I scanned around me, but unfortunately the other guards had already started placing the new plastic heads on the unsuspecting creatures. It would be too risky to get caught, so i reluctantly backed away, and left, with the last picture of the girl's face in my mind.
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