Chapter Fifteen
New Boots
John
Christine surged wildly against her suspension inside the milking cell, all of her limbs thrashing against their sturdy restraints while her body arched, bending back and forth like a demented thing. It was a normal reaction of course. A female normally does not normally experience the strong and inescapable demands of a milking machine, and at the same time, experience the sensations of strong electrical shocks pulsing through her breasts. Her head flung from side to side against the demand of the tight spring connected to the top of her skull, and I watched, fascinated by the rippling of her back and abdominal muscles beneath the wide and compressing restrictions of her bra chest-band and shoulder-ensnaring straps when they responded to the commands of a
