Several days ago, an ad popped up on the school bulletin boards, one by NICE labs, looking for volunteers for "Product testing". Majority of the students avoided this ad like the plague, but some of the students, hungry for grades or for money gave this advertisement a little attention.

Most were disheartened, as many of the potential applicants didnt fit the following criteria:

All interested applicants must fall under these categories, no exceptions:

Height: 5'0' - 6'0"
Weight: 140 - 150 lbs.
Chest size: 34 DD and up
Waist size: 25 to 30 inches
Hip size: 30 to 35 inches

Few applicants were screened, and even fewer were selected, until finally, the most suitable volunteer was chosen: A miss Kathleen Lay.

NICE Labs contacted Ms. Lay, and gave her instructions to proceed to the docks at 6:00 pm later that same day. Little did she know what she is volunteering for.

Kathleen was only too happy for the chance to help out a NICE labs. Despite her best efforts, her grades were just barely toeing the line, so anything that might count as course credit was welcome. Plus, from the way the flyer had been written, all that was required is that she be tall and stacked, which was pretty much her sole marketable skill.

Eager to show that she was taking the whole thing seriously and to make a good first impression, Kathleen actually showed up at the pier a good tem minutes early wearing a smart-looking navy skirt suit and classy black pumps with a modest two inch heel. Of course, since this outfit was really one of the 'costume's she had brought to school with her, the skirt was much shorter than it needed to be, and her sizable chest all but spilled out of her blouse and out of the jacket. Still it was conservative for her, even with her hair down.

Kathleen bounced on her heels, foolishly looking forward to the product testing. Probably some kind of new make up line or new bra test. She figured she’d be home by 9, 10 at the latest.

3 minutes before the designated time, the drone of what sounded like a jet engine could be heard from a distance, coming close and closer to the docks. Not long after, the form of a craft could be seen emerging from the sea mist, a pearly white sea vehicle, sleek and smooth, deftly maneuvering its way onto the wooden platform which Miss Lay was waiting on. Six o'clock, on the dot, several port holes open up along side the vessel, white cords launching from them, the ends adorned with a sort of claw that automatically clamped onto the ports mooring points before it slowly pulled itself along side the dock.

Next came the sound of pneumatics, followed by a door opening beside the ship and a gangway sliding out of it. Not long after, a sleek figure stepped out onto the gangway, clothed in a very dark purple suit coat, a matching knee length skirt, and what looks like the same color short heels. She made her way down to the docks towards Kathleen, an air of confidence in her stride, and as she approaches, one could see her long light purple hair almost grazing the ground, and simple wire frame spectacles sitting pretty on her nose, a pair of diamond eyes peering past the lenses.

"Greetings, Miss Lay, thank you for volunteering in our little test. My name is Melissa Rider, but you simply may call me Ms. Rider." she states plainly, her voice carrying a tinge of cheerfulness. "Right this way miss, Im sure you'll find the Megalodons acommodations quite pleasing".

Soon enough, the pair were inside the sleek ship, and what Kathleen would see would surprise her. Inside looked well like the lobby from a fivestar hotel, or like one of those where uber posh places they used to film one of her top grossing porn flicks, "Worth her breasts in gold". "Please, take a seat" says Miss rider as the hum of the engines revving could be heard. "Can I get you anything?"

No stranger to such opulence, Kathleen was still unable to keep from looking around like a dazed school girl. "Niiiiice," she cooed, the index finger on her left hand automatically finding a free lock of hair and beginning the habitual coiling and un-coiling process.

"This kind of looks like the place where..." she began, thn seemed to think better of it. "Uh, nevermind." She took the offered seat and crossed her long legs demurely. They began to drift apart almost instantly, exposing her panties. Another habit of hers.

"Thank you Ms. Rider," she said sweetly. "Do you have anything alcoholic? If I had know this island was dry, I would have smuggled something over. I'm dying for some vodka..." Then she frowned. "Um, unless that would interfere with the testing or something. Have a mentioned how happy I am to be picked? Cause I am. Wouldn’t want to throw anything off or..." Realizing she was babbling, Kathleen shut up

"Unfortunately, the school doesnt want us serving liquor to the students" she says with some disappointment, "but you might find this beverage to your liking" she follows, handing a glass of clear liquid to Kathleen. "SYNTH-Vodka, non-alcoholic, but the taste and effect are much the same". Miss Rider took a seat beside the student, a glass of cola in her hand, "Cheers~", The spectacle woman raised her glass, and Kathleen followed suit, glasses clinking, and the drinks flowing down their throats as the ship thrummed underneath them.

The SYNTH-Vodka lived up to its name, comparable to top shelf stuff, but no sooner had Kathleen savored her drink did her vision start to blur, her hearing begin to muffle, the world spun, and soon she was out like a light.

The next sounds to greet her are the beeping of machinery, the whirr of gyros, and should she try to move, she would find that her arms and legs have been rendered immobile, held in a spread eagle by mechanical grippers. Once her eyes open and the world comes into clear view, Kathleen would see that she was no longer inside the Megalodon, no more the stylish suite she rode in, only the pristine whiteness of the lab she was being held prisoner in, the various gauges, tables, and equipment decorating this rather spartan enclosure. A quick look at herself would reveal that her little sailor number had been disposed of, her naked body on display to the various recording equipment that focused their electronic eyes upon her figure, those Double Gs of hers locked at their base with a pair of metal rings.

"Ah, good evening, Ms. Lay, I trust the SYNTH-Vodka was to your liking?" came Dr. Riders voice from somewhere in the room.

Kathleen knew a roofie when she felt one; much of her teenage years were a semi-conscious haze because of them. Which was silly, because she most likely would have slept with the guy anyway. She wasn’t expecting from such a professional (and sexy) looking woman, and certainly not on the way for product testing. The Look of puzzlement on her face as she collapsed after her first sip must have been priceless.

Confusion was the dominant expression some time later as she groggily woke up. She tried to rub her forehead, only to find her hands were bound...and her feet as well. Plus, she was naked. Another woman might have panicked, but it wasn’t as though she was stranger to this scenario either. The rings on around her boobs were new, though. And cold. Her nipples were hard already.

"I think I prefer the real thing," she replied, shivering slightly. "Ya know, if you wanted to ditch the prodcut testing and have some fun, all you had to do was ask, Ms Rider."

"Doctor..." she snapped back.

"Dr. Rider, now if you pretty much done with the funnies, we shall proceed with the testing. I have a few items in mind for you, so lets not dilly-dally, time is gold and all that BS."

From a table nearby, The spectacled woamn picks up what looks like a fat white metal pen, its tip was about a centimeter wide, and it glowed a sinister red, in her other hand is a sort of PDA the size of a medical chart. With those tools in hand, she walked towards Kathleen, smirking.

"Time for a physical, Miss Lay...". she states before pressing the tip of the pen on her upper right chest. The tip felt rather hot, like freshly melted candle wax, and like wax, it began to cool slowly, but was still pretty warm when Dr. Rider finished taking her reading, but as soon as she dragged the tip across Kathleens skin, the heat returned, seems as soon as it hits a different patch of skin, the heat returns to its original intensity.

The pen made its way onto her bound breast, the taught flesh a bit sensitive to the heat as Dr. Rider kept taking on readings. Then onto each of her large nipples, where she rolled the tip around for a bit before moving to the other nipple, then scanning the other breast, the pen and its searing tip pressing on different points of her body, and at times, being dragged across her skin, on her tummy, down her thighs, and finally, on her clit and labia, where Dr. Rider spent some extra time taking readings all over her sex lips, pressing the pen repeatedly on her button before standing up, rather satisfied.

"Hmm... all looks well... although I did detect a slight hormonal anomaly, It seems your.... lactating?"

Kathleen flinched when the woman snapped at her, but that was nothing compared to the flinch and the gasp that came from her as the bizarre pen touched her skin. The heat was intense, yet didn’t burn, and her body twitched in response to the flash of bearable pain. She breathed a sigh of relief as it began to fade... but the Dr. Rider moved it over her flesh, send a searing line across her skin. Confusion and arousal warred in her mind, and she bit her lower lisp to keep from moaning.

She lost that fight the instant the pen touched her nipples. A strangled cry burst from her lips, and he toes curled. "Wha-.what are you..." she tried, to speak but the pen gave nipple another pass, and her word were lost in another cry. She had only moment of respite then her other nipple was on fire. She didn’t feel the cold of the room any more, it actual felt rather warm now, and felt warmer still as the bizarre pen began its trek across hr body. Too aroused to bother hiding it now, Kathleen could only quiver and pant each time it sent new part if her skin aflame.

When the good doctor reached her sex, Kathleen lost it. She writhed on the tabel as much as she was being so bound, the heat on her sensitive pussty and clit crossing the line from bearable to genuinely painful, which only turned her one more. Each time it was pressed against her clit, her back arched as mush as it could her sex seeking more contact until at the last thrust a mini-orgasm tore through her, dragging a long , low moan from the bound woman.

Panting to catch her breath, she almost missed the question.

"Y-yes..." she said slightly out of breath. "I induced for w-work. A-a-Fetish video... now I maintain cause I like it... What going on here Doctor..." she asked confused. "What are you trying to test on me?" her voice shook, now that she wasn’t so turned on, she had the sense to be scared.

"Oh, those are for later, Miss lay, right now, Im just calibrating the instruments". came the doctors reply. "Subject readings are within parameters, although the milk laden mammaries may render one of our tests inconclusive, evacuation of contents recommended before proceeding".

The doctor babbled on to some invisible listener, while reading further into the results of her scan. "Another thing of note, Miss Lay, it seems that you have an auto-erotic reaction to mild pain stimuli", she stated rather bluntly to Kathleen. "We were lucky in choosing you".

Dr. Rider then pressed a button on her chart, and the table the student was on sunk into the floor, the grippers repositioning Kathleen into a vertical position, still spread eagled. "Right, moving on....". The pen was put back on the table, and a larger, rod like apparatus was taken in its place. Walking back once more to Kathleen, Dr. Rider pressed the tip onto one of her nipples, and immediately a small electric shock was given, making the girl flinch "Nerve reaction on sector N-5 at 0.3 volts: 2% within subjects threshold. amplifying the next shot." The doctor dialed in a stronger dose and shocked the same nipple again, taking a reading, then amplifying the next shock until the screen read that Kathleen could take no more.

"Subject threshold reached, moving to sector N-6.." The doctors plain and emotionless voice rang in the room, she wasnt noticing Kathleen or her cries, only interested in her readings as she applied shocks to her nipples, her breasts, her buttocks, as well as several shocks on her swelling clit and engorged labia.

Kathleen's whole body shook at the first shock, and she cried out in fear and alarm. "Who are you talking to? " she demanded. "Why are you doing this? I -" but her words were stolen by the next shock, this one more powerful. She quivered in her binds, trying to twist away from the woman and her... tools, but could barely managed to shift to left even slightly. The next shock made her scream, mostly form panic as the pain wasn’t quite that bad yet.

That changed soon enough. Each shock grew worse and worse, and when it crossed the line to genuinely painful, she felt her sex grow wet again. Unable to close them and robbed of any clothing to absorb the wetness, her arousal soon began to flow down her legs.

The next and final shock on that nipple made vision go white from delicious pain, and she felt a familiar sudden tightness in the quivering flesh, then something wet flowed down her chest. Either the pain or the electricity or something had triggered a let-down, her breasts milk flowing freely.

The process was soon repeated on her other breasts. Determined not to lose herself in it and come like she had with the pen, Kathleen took in deep, shuddering breath and tried keep her arousal in check. But the shocks soon overcame her again, and her scream went from pained to lustful even before the final shock triggered another let-down.

Kathleen was able to catch her breath when Dr. Rider moved on to her rear, albeit slightly. But as soon as he moved on to her sex, the fight was over. Soaked it in own juices as it was, her pussy was a perfect conductor of electricity. Thoughts of her pride and resistance flew from her mind as the rod began shock her clit. She screamed in pain, even as she tried and failed to close her legs around the electrified invader, her mind blanking... but her orgasm didn’t come.

By now the naked woman was sweating freely, it beaded on her forehead and flowed down her face. Breasts milk was ruining down her chest, and her legs from her crotch to her knees was glistening with her own lubrication.

And they had only gotten started.

"Bugger... you got residue on my nerve scanner...." said the doctor in a rather annoyed voice. "Looks like we need to evacuate your breasts much earlier than expected."

A press of the button on her little e-chart and a pair of tubes rose out from the ground, much like what one would use for cows. Dr. Rider took one into her hand and swiftly stuck it onto one of Kathleens engorged nipples. Immediately, it began to suck violently on her teat, and soon, the other one meets the same fate. Not yet finished though, as the doctor presses another button on her e-chart, sending the rings around Kathleens breasts buzzing. This alone would be enough to empty those mammaries of hers, but for an extra measure, the rings delivered slight shocks to those large orbs at random intervals. Slowly, white liquid began to squirt into the suction tubes, which kept sucking and sucking on those pink nipples, the pressure forcing blood into them, making them even more sensitive.

"Well, now that thats fixed, lets proceed with the actual test".

Another tool was picked up from the table, looking much like one of those light sabers, but when Dr. rider turned in on, instead of a solid light beam, out came a metal cord, maybe ten or fifteen millimeters thick. With amazing dexterity, Dr. Rider cracked it, and it sounded very much like the real leather thing. Another switch is pushed, and the metal cord shrinks to about a foot in length, turning stiff, a square metal plate emerging from its tip. One more press and the plate disappears, the cord goes slack, and several more emerge from the handle.

"The tool is functional, proceeding with test one". The spectacled woman then moved behind Kathleen, and with quick swing, began flogging the students firm behind, The cords feeling much like their leather counterpart.

At the sight of the tubes, Kathleen's eyes went wide. "Not that!" she yelled panicked. She was able to make one genuine, if futile attempt to struggle free of her binds, before the doctor had them both attached to her nipples. "Don’t!" she pleaded, but then the sucking began and her cries of denial became ones of tortured pleasure.

Ever since she had first began to lactate, this very scenario was her biggest, most secret fantasy, to be bound and milked like some kind of human cow. A thing without a thought in her head, used only for her milk. The realization of her secret desire was too much for her. The buzzing, the electricity! She writhed in her binds, moaning loudly as she felt her breasts being drained dry.

She didn’t hear the doctor’s next words, but she felt the whip all right, and screamed aloud. The pain and the sensation of being milked blurred together, taking Kathleen out of herself, out of the moment, becoming a hazy sequence of instances. Pain and pervese pleasure as the tubes sucked mercilessly on her nipples empting her utterly. Only when every last drop of breasts milk was spent did Kathleen come for the second time, then she began to come down from her high long enough to feel the whips.

Her pleasurable cries became ones of genuine pain and reality crashed back around her. Spent for the moment, she got no new excitement from being whipped, even the sucking on her nipples lost their allure.

"Stop!" she cried when she wasn’t screaming from each lash. "Please! You cant do this!"

"OOoohh..."

Not a very scientific response, but the once she heard Kathleens cries of pleasure, Dr. Rider noted this. Again she lashed, and again she cried out, almost as if being whipped was actually a good thing. The test called for 50 hits on the subject, so despite of this observation, Dr. Rider continued lashing, but as she got to number 27, the subject began to protest, making her previous results inconclusive.

"By your earlier response, I would have thought you actually enjoyed it...." blurted the researcher as she went to inspect what was wrong. A quick look at the chart reveals that her breasts have been emptied of it contents, only a negligible amount remaining, the event coinciding with her protests. She also notes the amount of female residue that has started to flow down the subject thighs. "Hmm... we have to take care of that little mess as well.

She continues even while the pumps kept on sucking the now empty breasts "Lactation seems to cause you pleasure.... and the lack of it...... hmm... so if you were to lactate once more...". She pondered for a moment, then with a press of a visual representation of a button upon her eChart, a dispenser located nearby spat out a pair of syringes filled with a transparent purple liquid. Setting her tools down, she picks these up and slides them into her coat pocket, before making her way towards Kathleen and rudely pulling the still active pumps away.

"Right.... this should give me some consistency in my readings..." She pulls a needle out from her pocket, preps it, and with one deft stroke, plunges the needle into her puffed up areola, emptying the syringes contents before withdrawing it. The same happens to the other breast, and before she can even throw the needles away, the reaction to the chemical begins, the glands inside the students breasts begin to produce milk at an alarming speed, immediately increasing Kathleens breasts nearly another cup size.

Before things get out of hand, the pumps work their way back onto her breasts, the rings turn from shocks to vibrating. "And as for that last bit... A third tube comes out of the floor, a clear shaft covered with holes much like a cheese grater, the base of which is attached to a white, cup-like instrument. With little grace, she slides it into the students more than ready sex, pressing the cup firm against her sex lips, completely covering them. Suddenly, the cup adheres to her skin, small mechanical 'fingers' forcing her folds to completely seal around the tube as suction starts, the hum of the machine traveling up the shaft as it draws in the juice in her pussy.

"There, now to continue...."

A cry of weary relief rolls of Kathleen's lips as the tubes are pulled free of her now empty breasts. She tries to catch her breath, her body relaxing in her restraints, and for moment she dares to hope that its all over, that he cries have reached this strange woman.

Her vision blurred by tears, she didn’t notice the Dr. Rider pick up the two syringes. As the first one was plunged into her aching breasts, her eyes snapped open, and she reflexively tried to jerk away from the pain, to no avail. An instant later, the same happened to her other breast the pain sharp but quick, sending a charge of embarrassed excitement straight to her pussy, which began to grew wetter still.

But that was nothing compared to what came next.

No sooner with the needles out of her that she began to fill... full. She gasped, looking down at her already massive breasts, as they seemed to grow larger still before her eyes. The feeling of fullness grew in time with this unexplainable growth, and she suddenly felt an uncontrollable urge to rub and touch her breasts, wanting to feel the grow under her hands... bit of course she couldn’t.

The feeling of fullness was familiar to her, of course, which is why she was staring at her growing breast with rapt attention. It was her breast milk, but there had never been this much before! In no time, she began to fell almost too full. Her breath began to quicken as the she felt her skin stretched to its limit. If she wasn’t milked soon, she'd explode... the whole bizarre scenario playing to her secret desires almost perfectly.

Then her fantasy was made completely real as the pumps reclaimed their former position on her nipples, and began they rhythmic sucking anew. "Ooooohhhhh!" Kathleen cooed in surprising ecstasy as her breast were emptied again. Her back arched and her toes curled, as she was again taken out of herself and the moment. When the new third tube fixed itself to her pussy and began its vibrations, she moaned aloud, her eyes half closing in bliss.

There was a part of her screaming at her to fight this thing, but it was a disnat part. She could barely here it. Her head lolled to one side and her breast and pussy were vibrated and drained.

"There, now to continue...." Dr Rider said.

Kathleen looked at her with eyes glazed over by happy, naked lust. Only it wasn’t Kathleen anymore... not really. Kathleen may have been a harlot, but even she would have fought such degradation. Whoever it was on in that lab right now wasn’t Kathleen. She was barely a person.

"Yes, Doctor," she mewed in response.

"Subject shows highly erotic response to mammary draining..."

Dr. Rider noted this response as the chemical forced Kathleens breast to keep on producing milk at a rapid pace, keeping them constantly filled until the artificial hormone wears out. Each time the valves sucked, a stream of white liquid came out from the nipple, into the tube and out to parts unknown. Meanwhile, clear liquid was drawn into a reservoir at the base of the vacuum dildo, before draining into a tube and off somewhere as well.

The professor looked on at the girl as she squirmed and stood there, pausing for a moment before smiling.

"Pause experiment."

Dr. Rider then pressed another button on her eChart, making the chemical dispenser spit out another syringe. Picking this up, she moved towards Kathleen and stuck the needle into her ass, emptying its contents completely.

Soon the new hormone began to do its dirty work, the nerves on the students skin becoming ever sensitive to everything it was feeling, every bump and vibration feeling twice as potent as it was.