This take on the Milking Factory theme has a decidedly sinister flavour with operations being conducted in a gloomy half-light under the supervision of men clad from head to toe in form-fitting, latex, body suits which might be explained as a hygiene precaution were it not for the masks and the unpleasant grins adorning them (zip openings?).
This factory set up is decidedly intensive with the milk producing stock being liquid-fed through mouth-tubes - some nourishing concoction, no doubt, like chicken soup. They are all fitted with helmets that totally enclose their heads and anchor them to the roof of the milking station. Their bodies are totally naked below the neck apart from jock straps and this reveals a preponderance of chunky, fleshy physiques, a breed selected perhaps to ensure a more creamy product. Their fleshy bodies are enmeshed in tight restraints and harnesses that completely immobilise them and allow them to be suspended in their stalls, with feet folded back behind them.
Their productive organs have been temporarily removed from their jockstraps for milking and are kept steady and erect by multi-ring cages with electrical connections for added stimulation. The resulting emissions being siphoned off through simple tube inserts into jars, where unwanted fluids are separated out and run to waste.
One of their number (at the near end of the line) seems to be on 'standby', suspended in the same way but not hooked up to the feed and extraction arrangements. He's also clad in a latex body suit which has a separate sleeve for his cock and balls allowing the technicians to inspect their state of readiness and prime them. Other off-line milkers are resting in cages against the far wall.
A new addition to the herd, lies hogtied at the feet of the supervisors, awaiting formal admission to the facility. Behind his blindfold he no doubt is wondering what all the strange sounds he can hear - whirring pumps, clanking chains, grunts, groans and sighs - can possibly mean.
