6

Diana’s POV

"What is this?" I asked, my voice trembling with fear.

"This is not for you yet," she replied coldly.

I didn’t even know what to call the device; I’ll just call it a machine.

Suddenly, the machine scanned me. A robotic voice chimed: "Failed."

It moved to her, scanned her, and announced: "Success."

Mechanical arms emerged from the device and unlocked her chains. An electric suction cup extended, positioned itself over her nipples, and began to pulse. To my surprise, she seemed to enjoy it, moaning and arching her chest forward.

The machine was collecting her milk. As it worked, she began fingering herself, her moans growing louder.

The machine featured a translucent white casing, allowing me to see the milk flowing through the internal pipes. I saw this as an assault, yet it was jarring to see how much pleasure she derived from it.

I wanted to speak up—to ask her how she could possibly enjoy this—but then I remembered my own. Whenever I used to pump milk from my breasts, I enjoyed the sensation so much that I eventually had to stop, since I didn't have a partner.

She remained in that position for nearly an hour, as if they intended to drain her completely.

"Our Treasure, bring her to the next level," a voice suddenly announced as the suction cups detached.

"Our Treasure?" I repeated in disbelief.

"Yes, that is my name here," she said proudly. As she stood up, her breasts began to leak milk continuously.

"Follow me," she commanded, approaching the door.

"Are you really going to walk out naked and leaking like that?" I asked.

She turned to me, her eyes flashing with anger. "We don't wear clothes here. You are only dressed because you are new." She looked me up and down, eyeing my bra and panties with disdain.

I had no choice but to follow. Still in chains, I walked behind her. I felt frozen by the sights around me. There were dozens of women here with bodies like hers—curvy hips and heavy breasts—and all of them were naked. "Our Treasure" was clearly their leader; they all bowed and greeted her as we passed.

We entered a hall filled with other captives. I was the only one still clothed. I scanned the room, looking for a familiar face, until my eyes landed on a lady nearby who was shivering.

"Are you okay?" I whispered. She looked terrified.

"Today will be the first day I’ll be 'used,'" she shook. "I don't recognize my own body anymore. My breasts feel so heavy on my chest."

I didn’t know what to say. I just nodded, knowing that if I didn’t find a way to escape, I would eventually look just like her.

"Quiet! Hucows, it is time," a robotic voice boomed. A door slid open, revealing a man who looked to be in his thirties.

"I want two hucows. I’m offering nine million dollars," the man stated.

"You must be new here," the robotic voice replied. "The cost is ten million dollars per lady. We only offer discounts for a lady’s first time."

"If I am satisfied, I will pay anything," the man said. He began walking down the line, slapping the breasts and bottoms of the women as he inspected them. He eventually picked two and left. The women he chose actually looked happy to have been picked.

Nobody touched Our Treasure. After the selections were made, only Our Treasure, the shivering lady, and I remained. Then, ten men entered and lined up horizontally. Our Treasure approached the first one. She reached into his trousers, squeezing firmly. He let out a moan.

"Not my type," she said, moving to the next.

She went down the line until she reached the last man. "My type," she declared.

The other men began to grumble and protest.

"This is ridiculous! I put myself on the VIP list just to get a chance with you, and you keep rejecting me!"

"We should stop paying until she chooses! The one she picks should be the only one who pays!"

"This is wicked!"

"The day I finally get you, you're going to regret it!"

I realized then how it worked: Our Treasure chose her own partners, but the men had to pay a massive f*e just for the chance to be picked. What kind of trafficking ring was this?

The angry men left, except for the one she had chosen. However, one of the rejected men turned back and grabbed the shivering lady by the neck, shoving her forward.

"I’ll use this one," he growled. "I'm not wasting my money."

The lady struggled against his grip.

"Leave her alone, you bitch!" I shouted. "This isn't just human trafficking; it’s rape and body horror!"

"Last warning, girl," the robotic voice warned.

"Last warning for what? For telling the truth?"

Our Treasure walked over to me. "You’re lucky," she said quietly. "Most girls who talk about running away don't last an hour. You must have real potential if they’re still giving you warnings."

She grabbed my chains with one hand and the collar of her chosen client with the other, pulling us both toward a private room.

Inside, I felt a shiver run down my spine as the client began to touch her. She moaned, her eyes fluttering shut. I felt a strange surge of jealousy. I wasn't sure what was happening to me, but I felt a dark urge not to be left behind. I had always wanted this kind of attention—just not like this. I wanted it from a partner, but in this place, I felt my sense of self slipping away.

She suddenly slapped the man’s hand away and ripped his trousers down, revealing him. An electronic rig was brought in. She bent into the machine, which locked around her neck, hands, and legs, holding her open. Suction devices attached to her chest once more.

As the client began to use her, I felt a mix of arousal and pure terror. Was I next?

Before I could process the thought, I was jerked backward.

"You're done learning for today," a voice growled. I turned and saw the man who had first captured me at the gate.

"Leave me alone!" I screamed, struggling against my chains. I was paralyzed with fear. I found myself wishing Alessandro would appear. Even though he hates me but I'm sure he won't be happy to see me like this, I wondered if he was the only one who could save me from this nightmare.