The Dairy Trap

[Knight Errant]

Sarah gives the door a final kick... then turns... sighing and going to look over the room she is in...

The man nods... writing that down. "The names and numbers of your closest contacts, if you could."

[muffinstud]

"Um..." She scratches her head, and names off her parents, some of her teachers, and tries to give the phone numbers to as many of them as she can.

There is a bed in one corner, with a quilted comforter and a little heart shaped pillow with a cross-stitched "Welcome" on it. There is a small closet with some changes of clothes on oversized hangars... most likely so she can grab them. In the bathroom the shower is button activated, and there are padded hooks with pictures next to them showing pictures about how to use them to help change her clothes.

[Knight Errant]

Sarah stares... "Just... how long do they expect me to... have these gloves on?!" She says... getting a bit distraut... She looks around for... well... a TV or something to do...

The clerk nods and writes those down! "We will contact them within the day and do our best to allay fears." He says, sounding rather bored... then nods. "Right, now..." He sets the pad down. "Do you have any questions for me?"

[muffinstud]

Heather gulps. "What... are you going to do to me?" She cringes... this guy isn't exactly helping her right now.

There is an oversized remote for the TV, as well as instructions for crochet knitting. There's even a large blunt pair of needles and some yarn for her to get started, if she so chooses.

[Knight Errant]

Sarah stares... and goes to turn on the TV for now... glancing at her chest...

The clerk nods. "You'll be kept here, studied, and milked. We have a large facility that is well stocked with amenities, and I'm told the other women are rather friendly."

[muffinstud]

Heather sighs. "So... you want to keep me here... along with other women like me... and milk us?" She creases her eyebrows. "What kind of place is this? It looks like a huge barn!"

Sarah turns on the TV... and finds a soap opera! Changing the channel, she finds more soaps, chick flicks, gardening shows, more chick flicks, interior design shows, even more chick flicks...

[Knight Errant]

Sarah stares... and sighs... she sticks with a remodeling show... for now.... sitting on the bed.

The clerk nods. "Indeed. This place is where we house infected individuals, milk them, and process the milk. The research is all done in the next building. This one is all for you girls."

[muffinstud]

Heather's eyes bug out. "Process?! You don't mean you're sending this milk out to other people, do you?" She leaps up and rushes towards the nerd. "You're ruining the lives of countless people!"

The bed is oh so soft! Very cozy. Sarah can feel her breasts throb a bit as she watches. The show is fairly interesting. The designs the people pick are atrocious, they totally should have gone with the contemporary look instead of the art deco. The designer totally doesn't know how to pull it off.

[Knight Errant]

Sarah sighs a bit... well... at least it was kind of fun to see people make a mess of things... She puts her back against the back of the bed... watching and glancing... down.

Heather dosent remember the men moving... but there they were... the guards each grasping one of her arms... painfully. The clerk blinks. "Don't be stupid. We pasteurize it to remove its infectious qualities. Thats what I meant by 'processing' it. Once we are done, it is normal, drinkable, rather high grade milk."

[muffinstud]

She grits her teeth, trying to bear the pain as best she can. "Ah... So, those girls... they're your prisoners." She tries to move her arms into a less painful position. "You make money off of them. And you want me to be your newest girl." She glares... then spits at the nerd. "Hope you like sour milk."

Sarah doesn't really see any real difference. The throbbing must mean that her breasts are growing again, but it's not visible. As she lays there, she hears a knock on the door, and a little slot at chest height opens up. Through it slides a plastic tray on a small built in shelf. On that tray... is a wide bowl that looks suspiciously like a bowl one would use for a cat or dog. There isn't any lip on it for Sarah to grab with those gloves. The bowl is filled with sweet smelling milk. On the other side, a female voice calls out to her. "Hi there, new girl! Welcome! Sorry they locked you in here, but the managers are punishing you for trying to escape. But don't worry! If you drink plenty of milk, you'll be out of there in no time!"

[Knight Errant]

Sarah blinks... hurrying over as the door is knocked on! She stares a bit in confusion as the tray with the... milk... shows up. But its nice to hear a voice at least... "I... u-um... what are you talking about? I... cant you get me out of here?" She winces...

The clerk leans back a bit... his face set in a look of distaste. "You'd do best to watch your manners, girl... you just forfeighted your right to questions." He wipes his face... and leans under the desk... coming back into view with a pair of... gloves. Big, poofy gloves that look like cats paws... he gets up and heads towards her... as the guards hold her hands out...

[muffinstud]

Heather sees the strange... cat gloves? Whatever they are, they can't be good. She tries her best to free herself from the goons!

The voice takes on a bit of a sad tone. "Sorry, none of us girls have keys to the kitty rooms. The best we can do is give you plenty of milk so you spend less time in there." She peers through the slot... and Sarah can just barely see a pair of kind blue eyes. "Don't worry. Once you're out, you'll be welcome with open arms. We're all sisters in here, and we treat each other well."

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Sarah... sighs... but at least the girl seemed... sympathetic. "Um... okay... but... what does milk have to do with anything?" She asks... glancing at it...

Heather meanwhile is held tight! Her struggles only hurting her as the burly men dont relent... as the clerk walks up... slipping one of the paws on her hands... and tightening up the strap below it... making it snug... as a little *click* sounds... looking close... she would see a very small lock. He then goes to do the other hand!

[muffinstud]

"Ow! You're hurting me!" She tries to move her hand, keep the other from getting locked in the glove.

The girl blushes through the slot. "Well, it's the only thing they'll let you eat while you're in there... plus... it'll prep you for being out here with us. Just, trust me. Okay?"

[Knight Errant]

Sarah frowns down at the bowl... but looks up... what did she have to lose? She sighs... "Alright..." If it got her out of here sooner... she was for it...

The clerk looks... uncaring... as do the guards... they were so... ugh! If only Steve was here to help her! The man continues unabated... slipping her other hand in before fastening the catch with another *click* he backs off towards his desk... waving a hand idly as the guards let her go...