Ai'rani smiled warmly at Iria as the women continued to break down, her mind willingly embracing the pleasure to wipe away her worries and pain. This had gone even better than Ai'rani had expected, although she let none of that show. As Iria wrapped her arms around the alien she glanced back at the guards as they both started to enter a stance, a single look enough to calm them. Ai'rani carefully monitored just how much strength Iria was putting into her arms, knowing full well that she could be crushed in moments if Iria managed to break free of the mental blocks that were monitoring her mind and protecting Ai'rani. And Ai'rani had no intention of being killed by a slave, let along a human she was training.

Ai'rani moved her hands, gently wrapping them around Iria and hugging the human possessively. She tilted her head back a little so Iria could easily kiss her neck as she started to coo words of encouragement. Her words weren't in English, but instead she was singing a Jarri song, used to coax restless babes to sleep. The words were peaceful and melodic, the alien vocal structure making them sound like nothing Iria would of heard before. And her ears could only pick up a quarter of the harmonics required to understand the words. But Ai'rani wasn't going for words, she wanted the tone. She wanted something to reassure the fragile psyche of Iria, to help bind her to Ai'rani as a pet. It was simple enough for Ai'rani to use her power to help her goal, and Iria would find that alien song the warmest and most caring sound she had ever heard.

The warrior woman trembled but gradually calmed down. Her sobs became silent as the tears continued to gently trickle down her cheeks. The song was her only source of warmth as she was alone in this horrible fate. A soft gasp would sound as Ai'rani's fingers touched a particular bundle of nerves, further melting away any resistance that might still be hidden away in the captured agent. The soft kisses would eventually stop as Iria simply nuzzled into the Midrozi's neck. A soft whimper would sound but nothing else as she allowed those wonderful hands to continue to stimulate her body. Juices ran freely down her parted thighs, her body once more becoming sexually active.

Ai'rani kept her song soft, a private song just for Iria. The two warriors could hear it of course, but they were used to guarding and escorting trainers before. They understood the use of it, and what Ai'rani was trying to achieve with it. They didn't have Ai'rani's sense of when to be soft and warm, and when to be cold and harsh. But they had seen it enough to recognise the routines. While they waited they passed the time moving amongst the slaves Iria had wounded, a single stab of their halberds ending those whose injuries would cost too much to heal.

By the time Iria stopped kissing Ai'rani and instead was just nuzzling against her the Spire Lords hands were gently stroking two nerve clusters as she held the human against her. She let her song trail off naturally, smiling warmly as she looked down at the human. Do you feel better now, my pet? Her voice was as warm and loving as her smile, and although Iria couldn't tell as fake.

Iria felt tired once the song had ended. The lost human looked up at Ai'rani and simply nodded slowly. "Y-Yes.." She said in a barely audible whisper. She either did not notice or care that she was being called a pet anymore. The agent's eyes just slowly closed as she nuzzled into Midrozi woman. She allowed herself to rest, unsure what to think anymore.

Ai'rani continued to smile as she started to talk in the Midrozi tongue with her two guards, the sounds soft and melodic. Soothing and gentle, even though the topic of her 'discussion' was anything but. The two guards nodded, and after a few more seconds of her giving out orders she rose to her feet gracefully. Come on pet ... you've been such a good pet that you can walk next to me. She cooed to Iria in English, hands gently guiding the human to her feet. When the mind was lost it was easy to make it cling desperately to anything it could, and tender gentleness would make it desperate to feel more. Even without Ai'rani herself slipping into her victims mind and messing around directly.

Ai'rani started to walk back towards the elevator, one arm possessively around the human slave, naked and stained from the abuse she had suffered. For all the world acting like someone who cared for Iria, and was just trying to help her recover from a powerful ordeal.

Iria had no idea what was being said between Ai'rani and the guards. She did not really care at this point. Mentally and emotionally drained, the agent was losing her sense of self as the Midrozi continued to break and rebuild her into a proper slave. The amazon rose to her feet when helped. Her practically nude form was covered in alien and some human seed. The taste of all those loads blown down her throat was still with her. The effects of the drugs had left her already massive breasts swollen. Her nipples stood tall, aching with built up pressure as her tits grew heavy with milk. With Ai'rani guiding her, the ADD agent simply followed along as she was taken back to the elevator and away from this hell.

Ai'rani was gentle and soft, a kind and warm presence next to Iria. She ignored the wounded slaves she stepped on as she moved, and the one that shifted underneath her foot earned a stab from one of her guards, the alien's life ended in a heartbeat. She led Iria through the carnage the agent had caused, and soon the small group was back in the elevator, dropping down even deeper into the Spire. Of course Iria wouldn't know that, or that her destination was designed to break her mind even further by reducing her body to a piece of meat to be used. As the elevator dropped Ai'rani amused herself by gently stroking the humans swollen teats, encouraging their production of milk, but never quite letting the liquid gush free.

She stopped when the elevator reached it's destination, leading the way through the even dirtier streets. The streets seemed abandoned, but in reality the slaves who lived this far down were those who were useless to the Midrozi for whatever reason, and only lived because the Midrozi simply did not care enough to kill them quickly. These levels still had some useful buildings though, such as the factory that Ai'rani led Iria into. The lighting was dim, and the whirring of machinery was the only sound that greeted the tree aliens and the human they 'escorted'. There were three passage ways leading off from the room they entered into, and each of those broke off into more passageways, all equally spaced out.

Ai'rani led them down one of the main passageways, and than took the third turn on the right. As she walked along on either side there was a 'cell'. Each cell was a scant 4' wide, although it was nearly twice as deep. Inside each was a female, generally human although there were a few humanoids. Each of those had their feet trapped inside the floor, and close examination would reveal it was the same black 'jelly' that Iria had held her breasts in back aboard the ship. Their arms were bound by shackles and chains to the roof, and a hose led down between the dropping chains to a mask on the women's face. The milking machines that completed the torture this building provided was hidden from view, as each women faced the wall with her ass on display for anyone passing by. Most had alien cum staining their rear cheeks, the building had no locks and the cells themselves had nothing to prevent someone walking along the corridor entering them.

Ai'rani eventually found an empty cell, and she walked into it, one hand still holding Iria by her side as she moved the human into the middle of the cell, her feet already starting to sink into the black jelly that would trap them. Hold your arms up in the air for me pet. She ordered, but the tone of her voice was still soft and gentle. Soothing and loving.

With what those slaves did to the human woman, she did not show much care beyond a faint cringe as one was killed. Her warrior instincts and senses were dulled from the mental trauma the amazon woman had suffered so far. She was unsure why she was following this woman. But for the weary agent, Ai'rani was all she had to cling to and follow. Plus the memories of agony for resisting and disobeying were still in her subconcious. Deep down, she was too afraid to fight back.

"Uhhnn..." she groaned as her tits were played with. They felt so tight and heavy against her chest. Were they getting bigger? They ached so badly from the built up pressure and Ai'rani's gentle touch helped her forget about the strain for a few precious moments. Already her body was tingling all over, having lost complete control over her sexual urges. But sadly it ended before it could even begin as the elevator stopped at another slave block.

She could see the numerous cells that she would no doubt be occupying soon. The slaves were bound and had strange masks covering their faces. The tubes could be pumping a gas to keep them subdued or it would be pumping food into their bodies. Iria looked at the scene with dull eyes. All hope of escaping was slipping away quickly with each step she took. Without thinking, she found herself stepping into the ooze and she sank into her bonds. Her eyes widen slightly but Ai'rani was already giving her further orders. Nodding slowly, she lifts her arms. Anything to avoid the pain of that woman's touch.

Ai'rani reached out to Iria as the human did as ordered, slender fingers gently stroking her skin before finding a cluster of nerves and delightfully rubbing them, giving Iria a warm rush of pleasure at the touch. The Midrozi wanted to end up with Iria both dreading, and craving, Ai'rani's touch. The dread seemed to have settled in, pain was such a useful sensation, but she still had some work to do to get the craving conflicting with the dread. The two conflicting emotions made the mind a complete wreck, and from there re-building was even easier.

One of the warriors went to a console on the outside of the cell, typing in a few commands. The chains dropped down from the roof first, open shackles fused to them. Ai'rani reached up, fingers tracing nerves gently and dancing across them as she guided the humans wrists into the open shackles, the bindings snapping shut as the smooth skin of Iria's wrist was pushed into it. Next the mask and hose dropped down, and Ai'rani was gentle as she put it on the agents face.

The mask was a fairly basic design, and completely covered Iria's mouth and nose. A fan would pull fresh air in and out of the mask for Iria to breath through her nose, and the tube that led down from the roof extended as the mask was strapped to Iria, slipping into her mouth and sliding even deeper into her throat. It was covered by a warm rubber that sent tingles through any muscle it touched, and as it slowly extended down the humans throat Ai'rani cooed Relax your throat pet. Just accept it and let it in.

Iria's knees wobbled and grew weak before the woman's touch. She moaned as her entire body trembled before the Midrozi. Her arms were limp in the woman's grasp, fingers twitching as pleasure nerves were shocked with stimulation. Once the shackles sealed, there was no reason to hold the agent up any longer. Her bonds held her up as the mask was brought down next. The tube worried her as it pushed against her lips and down her throat. The human woman gagged for a few moments before the Midrozi ordered her to relax and let it slide in deeper. A muffled whimper would sound but she would stop shivering as the tube slid unhindered all the way down to where it needed to be. Her vision was narrowed due to the mask, leaving her with few means to look around. Not that there was much to look around in the first place.

Ai'rani did a last few adjustments to the mask, making sure that it would stay in the proper place as a small trickle of fluid started to flow down the tube and into Iria's throat. It was a drug that burned away a humans need for food, drink, or sleep. One that let them keep going and going ... at least physically. Minds didn't tend to hold up anywhere near as well as bodies did. Which was the entire point of this building. The extracted milk had it's uses of course, but it was just a by-product. A bonus.

With the mask firmly secured Ai'rani nodded at the warrior operating the control panel, and he unlocked the next piece of equipment. Two circles slid open in the wall, and Ai'rani reached in and pulled out two suction bells, each trailing a tube that led back into the hole. She attached each of the bells to your breasts, the mask limiting your field of view forcing you to watch. Both relied purely on suction to remain on your bloated tits, and she held them in place for a moment before nodding to the warrior. Instantly the suction began, sucking powerfully on those milk filled orbs, and trying to draw the creamy fluid out.

The busty agent shivered as the fluid flowed unhinder down her throat. She did not know what it was and knowing was not going to help her any in this situation. Iria's head would turn some but the long tube limited her movements. She could catch occasionally glimpses of movement belonging to Ai'rani more than likely. Then she saw the woman move closer and press the cold cups over her nipples. Iria's eyes widen as she could only guess one thing that these were for. But that's impossible, she cannot lactate.

"Nnnnngh!" A muffled squeal sounds as the cups suddenly sucked her engorged teats into an endless vacuum. Searing pain lanced through her breast as the darkened flesh was pulled further and further until finally a wet pop sounds from both of them. Iria's eyes went wide and rolled abck in her head as milk burst forth, draining right into the tubes. Weak sobs sound around the tube in her throat, realizing she was being reduced to nothing more than a dairy cow to these aliens. Despite the release of pressure, the amount of suction was still painfull as it forced more and more of her mammary milk from her giant jugs. Her body writhed and yanked at her bonds, helpless to stop this endless torment.

Ai'rani waited until she saw the creamy milk filling the tubes leading into the wall before nodding contently and walking out, not giving the agent a second glance. She did pause when the male warrior asked something, thinking for a moment before shrugging and replying in her own language. She walked over to join the female in idly watching Iria as the male rested his halberd on the wall next to the computer console and stepped into the cell. One hand reached down to the lower part of his outfit, unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out as the other reached for Iria's cunt, teasing her clit to ensure she was nice and wet. His touch was no-where near as good as Ai'rani's was, but it was still far better than any human, or most aliens.

As soon as he confirmed Iria was slick and ready he thrust his hips forward, burying his cock in her cunt as she was milked. And all three Midrozi knew that he wasn't going to be the last one taking advantage of your helpless body as your mind was buffeted by the sensation of being milked, and of being treated as a milk cow and trapped here 24/7. He took Iria hard and fast, and the flow of the drug down her throat compensated for the energy she was losing to the combined milking and fucking, increasing the flow of it to make sure she was fully awake and aware. Her mind would be unable to retreat to the dazed state that had lessened the impact of the abuse being done to it, and was instead forced to endure every second of it.

Her humiliation was nearly complete as the machines drained her breasts of milk. Already, she could feel her once heavy yet firm breasts begin to soften and shrink. Tears ran down her cheeks inside the mask as she squealed louder in agony and desperation. The fluids feeding into her body would ensure she would produce a steady supply of milk for the pumps so they would never have to be turned off. The agent was now trapped in an endless hell.

Soon a touch that did not cause pain stroked over her exposed netherlips. Iria inhaled sharply through her nose as the tender touch teased her clitoris. She groaned, still sobbing through the tube in her throat. Though it was only a simple guard, it did not take long for her body to crave the pleasure and arouse nicely for the hard cock to slide easily into her body. A cow to be fucked and milked forever, it was too much for Iria to bear. Her life no longer held any concept of time or meaning. At times, she would only have to pumps relentless suction keeping her company. Other times, the teasing fingers would immediately wake the amazon's body up for more pleasure. She needed the pleasure to get away from the pain even if for just a moment. She would willingly grind against anyone and anything that decided to fuck her body. Behind the mask, Iria's eyes would dull as she was reduced to just a mere animal.

Ai'rani struck up a conversation with the female guard, the two chatting away as their companion fucked the helpless agent hard and fast, using her body to pleasure himself before finishing up, cock cumming inside her sex and womb. When he was done he simply moved away without a second glance, and all three Jarri walked off.

It would be a week before Ai'rani and her body guards returned to check on Iria, although it could of been months or years as far as the agent knew. There was no indication of time, nothing but the suction on her breasts making her milk gush out, the tube in her throat constantly sustaining her body with drugs, and on occasion a crippled or useless alien slave fucking her cunt or ass, or both. She was treated as nothing but a fuck cow, something that was milked and fucked constantly, with no thoughts or time for anything else.

As the Spire Lord, and her two escorts, walked through the corridors she stretched her mind out to Iria, smiling softly to herself as she learnt just how broken and shattered the humans mind had become. Even if she had been untouched and unaffected at the start it was unlikely she would of managed to hold out against the living hell that this building provided. Someone who was already as broken as Iria didn't have much hope of enduring it.

When Ai'rani finally reached Iria she walked straight over to her, one of her guards using the computer console. The suction on Iria's breasts was the first thing to vanish, the cups pulled away by Ai'rani's fingers as the elite gently massaged the abused breasts, skilled fingers soothing the pain that Iria had been in for the past week. I'm here now ... it's over pet. she cooed, as if she wasn't the one who had put the agent here, and left her as a fuck cow.

Next to go was the mask, the tube gently pulled up out of Iria's throat and mouth as the mask was unclasped and pulled away. It's over pet ... your mistress is here to look after you now. she continued to coo gentle soothing words as she released you from all the things that had been tormenting you, the jelly reforming into it's natural shape to release your feet as the shackles snapped open. Ai'rani caught your body, assisted mostly by the two guards psychically projecting to make it look like Ai'rani was the one supporting Iria.