Based on my illustration - Fresh Milk Fast-food Chain

Background:

On the first impression, this fastfood restaurant looks just like any other ones in this big city. Here,
you can get your typical hamburgers, fries, ice-creams, you name it. However, for whoever that has
ever been to this place, they would know besides all those, you can also order a cup specifically for
the unique Fresh Milk that allows unlimited times of refills. However, reasonably not every customer
would dig the unique flavor of this signature drink served only at the Fresh Milk Fastfood Chain.
Though undoubtedly, such special service has attracted a bunch of local second-timers to revisit
the restaurant frequently. As for the recipe of this so-called Fresh Milk, it remains a hotly discussed
urban myth among all its lovers.

Besides the mysterious recipe of the Fresh Milk, there is also another puzzle that perhaps raises a
much more serious attention among people - since the restaurant’s opening, numerous missing
person reports have been filed concerning young women typically aged from 18 to 30, with various
backgrounds, including customers to the restaurant itself, its former employees, even workers from
other places located in the vicinity of the Fresh Milk Fastfood Chain…

Story:

On a Friday afternoon, a young girl took the bus and arrives at her workplace - a nightclub located
at a corner on the city’s commercial street. Girl notices that the once rather quiet street outside the
nightclub has grown significantly more populated during the day due to the newly-opened fastfood
restaurant right across the club over the past few days.

“Never heard of this name before, wonder how come it is so popular?” Girl thinks to herself while
walking past the restaurant’s front door, “Maybe I’ll give its hamburger a try after tonight’s shift.”

Inside the employee dressing room, Girl takes out a set of brand new uniform from her personal
wardrobe. It consists of a high leg leotard made of latex, a stretchy fish-net tank top which goes
with a pair of fishnet stockings, a dark grey vest that virtually cannot be buttoned, a set of wide
collar separated from a shirt paired with a necktie, and an erotically short miniskirt.

Despite having been working at this nightclub for more than a month, as well as the fact that it is
still too early for any other colleagues to show up in the same room, Girl still can’t help but blush
while dressing herself up in her uniform. By company code, no bras are allowed underneath. As Girl
stretches the fishnet tank top over her naked body, her fully exposed pair of sensitive nipples are
gently caressed by the nylon of the fish net over and over again, sending pulses of arousing
sensations all around her breasts. When finished, the precut holes located in the front of the
stretchy top are just big enough to allow Girl’s peachy areolae being proudly displayed.

“Well, thanks to the outer layer I guess,” Girl swiftly puts on the latex leotard which has two pedals
in the front that barely covers her nipples, “Better than nothing. Fingers crossed they don’t slip
down during work.” Moments later, as others are starting to arrive, Girl finishes her dressing and
heads towards the bar area in preparation for the start of her night shift.

The commercial hub of the city at 4 am in the morning hosts only a few shops that still remains
open. No matter how much they were filled during the day, at this hour, all would transform into
glowing fish tanks radiating with both coziness and lonesomeness.

“Finally…”Girl curled herself in the couch in the lounge, sighing in relief, “Another long night dealing
with those assholes who just can’t keep their filthy hands off of me. Luckily, boss gave me that
bartender job so that I wouldn’t be serving customers while wearing these.”

At this moment, besides the fact that the building will be closed and locked in about 4 hours, the
only thing that keeps Girl from falling asleep right here in the couch is her growling empty stomach .
“Dinner obviously failed to last,” Girl recalls the 24/7 sign outside the Fresh Milk Restaurant and
thinks to herself, “What the hell, I’m gonna let go for just one night.”

Due to her exhaustion, Girl has no intention of changing. She grabs her long coat and wraps her
body up, leaving only the bottom half of her fishnet legs and the glossy pair of high heels catching
light in the gloriously warm glow of the fastfood building as she hastily walks towards it.

“No time to mind too much. If there are too many people I’ll just grab a take-out and have it back in
the lounge.” Girl mumbles to herself.

Girl’s grips tighten the wrapping of her long coat in a cross-armed fashion while the automatic glass
door of the restaurant smoothly opens before her. Girl takes a few seconds before fully entering the
place to do a quick scan of the restaurant’s interior. “Only a couple of other people scattered
around, nice.” Girl thinks in relief, “And we even got self-serving ordering machines, perfect!”

With only a few taps and swipes, Girl has finished ordering her burger set meal from the glowing
screen. However, one thing that baffles her a bit is that while selecting her drink which goes with
the meal, the same prompt relentlessly jumps on the screen to ask her if she is “sure not to try out
our special Fresh Milk?” After a couple times of Girl’s resolute taps, the ordering machine finally
gives in and let Girl chooses her orange juice, reluctantly.

“What the hell,” Girl grunts in silence, “who orders milk in a fastfood place at 4am? The computer
almost seemed intimidating when it kept prompting the same message over and over. Crazy AIs.”

Five minutes later, a young waitress brings the meal to Girl’s table. Girl notices that her orange juice
is already filled in a glass, instead of what she imagined to be an empty cup which allows for
unlimited refills. Girl checks with the waitress about her drink service before she turns around.

“My apologies, but only our Fresh Milk allows for refilling. All other drinks are sold just like in other
typical restaurants.” The waitress replies with a gentle smile while gesturing towards one of the milk
dispensers hanging on the wall.

“Got it, thanks.” Girl looks in the pointed direction. Her growling stomach keeps her mind from over
analyzing this rather peculiar setting of this already bizarre restaurant. She finishes her meal in
almost an instant.

Now with a full bowl, Girl finally has some free space in mind to notice a handful of strange findings
in this place: the noisily loud background music, the glowing “L” and “R” buttons on the milk
dispensers, and the weird-looking posters hanging all over the walls… As her thoughts continue,
Girl’s eyelids start to grow heavier second by second. The warm interior lights are starting to blur
out of focus. And in a fleeting moment, the world around her silently falls into a black abyss.

Faint and muffled music creeps into Girl’s pitch black world after god-knows how long. Gradually
the environment noises grows louder and clearer in Girls ears - it is the familiar restaurant’s music
no doubt, mixed with indistinguishable crowd’s noise that fades in and out. Judging with her
hearing, Girl recognizes in a slight relief that she is still in that familiar surrounding before she
passed out, thus willfully gives herself ample time to allow her consciousness to slowly recover to
normal.

“I must have fallen asleep in the restaurant,” Girl thinks to herself while slowly lifts her heavy
eyelids up, only to realize that the darkness persists nonetheless, “What…?”

The sounds of her surrounding become more definite, Girl starts to slightly panic. “This must be
that fastfood place. I know this music… so many people around me. But why can’t I see a thing?”

Within the next dozens of seconds, most sensors of Girl’s body are beginning to awake. Her mind is
suddenly flooded with sensory information like roaring tides flushing towards the shore. First, she
feels this heat that hugs her entire body. Then, there is obvious numbness coming from all her
limbs, running from the tips of her fingers all the way to that of her toes. Strong tensions are felt
from every place of her skin, while her rectum, vagina and breasts in particular are overrun by
uncomfortable sensations of fullness and swollenness.

Girl recognizes in utter shock that her forearms are tightly bound together in parallel by leather
straps, while being held right in front of her face firmly in place. Naturally she tries to move her
fingers in search of the buckle of the strap that squeezes her wrists inseparable. However, she finds
her hands being tightly wrapped inside a leather bag, in which the space only allows her elegant
fingers to gesture in nothing but fists. She tries to wiggle her tightly bound arms out of place, only
to find that the straps at her elbows and wrists are firmly attached to a wall one step in front of her.

“Where the hell am I?” Girl tries to calm herself and think rationally despite every reason to panic.
But her effortfully conjured rationality is crudely cut short by an electrifying pulse of vibration
coming from between her thighs. It doesn’t take long for a nightclub bartender who has seen much
of the adult world to realize what are penetrating her vagina and anus so mercilessly are two
vibrating dildos with ridiculous sizes. Such sensation is so abrupt and strong that it renders Girl’s
legs completely strengthless in an instant. As she prepares to fall on the ground, to Girl’s surprise,
her waist feels pulling tensions from three directions which helps her body stay almost absolute still
despite losing all her strength in that moment.

It is also at this moment, Girl finds that her thighs and legs are meticulously bound by straps, too.
And her tiring numb feet are still wearing that pair of high heels from work, unable to be lifted even
half an inch from the ground.

“Help!” Girl tries to scream as her survival instinct kicks in. However, this word never comes out of
her mouth as loud and clearly as she imagines. Instead this call is rendered as nothing but a faint
muffled whine. Her jaws are now realized to have been forcibly opened wide for a long time. What
concerns Girl more than the ache of her opening jaws is that huge hard silicone ball firmly planted
inside her mouth.

Shifting her attention towards her head, Girl begins to understand what is imprisoning her inside
this world of darkness - a heavily thick blinder is tightly strapped around her upper face, completely
covering her eyes. The straps of the blinder also seem to be connected to that of the ball gag. A
complex series of straps run across all dimensions of her head, firmly pressing down on her cheeks,
chin, forehead and the sides and top of her head.

Girl notices a delicate sensation of coolness at the corners of her lips and the edge of her chin. It is
her uncontrollably excreted saliva slowly crawling downwards along her skin. She tires to shake off
this silver drool as shame creeps into Girl’s mind. But soon she finds her entire head is somehow
being pulled from above. All the straps meets at the top of her head, and are eventually connected
to a metal rod that extends off of the wall behind, securing her head steadily in a back-bent fashion.
Such tension is similar to that she felt on her waist.

Eventually, Girl gathers herself up and makes a general recognition of her current situation amid all
the chaos and darkness: She is at the moment still wearing her erotically revealing uniform (at least
a part of it), with only the latex leotard and the miniskirt missing. Her eyes are blinded and her
mouth is gaged. Her whole body is tightly restrained by an intricately complex leather harness and
straps, which are somehow connected to the walls that forms the tiny space in which she is being
held. And of course, on top of everything mentioned, there are the two sinister vibrating dildos
diligently working inside Girl’s body.

“If this…this is that restaurant…where exactly am I inside it? All the people around me…where are
they?” Girl still has not given up her will to think as her body fights against the numbing aches and
strangely pleasant sensations mixed together, “And my breasts…my breasts feel so weird…they
feel… full..”

Within the next few moments, all her questions in mind will be answered altogether.

“Daddy! I want Fresh Milk!” A high-pitched childish voice pierces through the noise of the crowd
before reaching in Girl’s ears, “Could you fetch me a cup, pleeeeease!” Judging by the sound’s
clarity and loudness, Girl fears that the talking kid is almost standing right in front of her, with only a
wall in between.

Following the kid’s cry, comes a much deeper voice of an adult male, “Go sit with your mom first,
Daddy will be back in a sec.”

This sudden and clear conversation takes place so fast that Girl instinctively tries to move a step
backwards in shock. But given her current situation, she manages nothing but to remain still like a
sculpture stored in a tight closet.

Girl nervously holds her breath in her own darkness. She has no choice but to helplessly witness
what is going to happen with only her hearing as her last yet deprived sensory ability.

“What an oddly designed milk dispenser…” Girl hears the man’s mumbling in exclamation of how
thin the wall could be, “‘L’ and ‘R’? What kind of drink comes with left and right categories?”

“Left and right?” Girl finds herself wondering together with the man behind the walls, “What the…”

Before Girl can even finish that sentence in her head, a crippling pulse of pain is sparked on top of
her left breast. She would have screamed and cried so loud if not for the ball gag inside her mouth.
Amid the pain, Girl senses her left nipple being vacuum-sucked by a powerful force. Unable to bear
for a second longer, Girl begins to struggle with all her remaining strength despite the meticulous
restrains all over her body, shaking and swaying her bloated breasts desperately trying to break free
from this unnamable sinister force. Almost menacingly, the two dildos inside her rectum and vagina
starts to go frenzy as if they have suddenly gained sentience. On top of their vibration they added
additional movements of worming and stirring inside Girl’s two tightly filled tunnels. Girl’s
meaningless struggle only sinks her mind deeper down the swamp of despair as she notices the
dildos are pressed inwards through her two holes mercilessly by the strap that runs between her
thighs over her crotch. The mad vibration even transmits itself long the straps to the rest of her
body. As for her breasts, Girl senses with her swaying and wiggling that the sucking discs which
vacuum her nipples seem to be connected towards the wall by some kind of tubes.

“Vacuum…tubes…breast…Fresh Milk…” The last remaining grip on reality has helped her finally fully
understand what is being done to her. When this last bit of rationality also depletes, Girl finally
succumbs within her own struggles to the mad tides of climax waves that floods every single bit of
her burning body.

Inside the four closely spaced walls, in this lonely tiny sealed space, Girl’s tears, saliva, and all other
cum excretions squirts, ejaculates, splatters and blends waywardly and chaotically as her spirit also
breaks free from her flesh imprisonment for what feels like an eternity.

Girl’s glowing body drowns under her climax tides. In her undulating whines and groans, the last line
of her defense finally breaks as her left nipple, which has been relentlessly power sucked, squirts
out streams and streams of warm breast milk out into the conducting tube. Freshly pumped milk
flows smoothly along the tube before finally entering the milk dispenser machine on the other side
of the wall. After a brief machine humming, a girl’s breast milk thus undergoes a series of swift
processing and blending inside the dispenser before eventually fills up the long-awaiting empty cup
underneath the nozzle.

Such is the full making process of the Fresh Milk at the Fresh Milk Fastfood Chain.

“Well, it sure takes its time.” The man picks up the comfortably warm cup now filled with Fresh Milk
while mumbling to himself, “Maybe this particular dispenser needs some maintenance. I didn’t see
others wait this long.”

The man quickly turns around with the drink in hand and walks towards his already impatient son,
who bursts into pure excitement when seeing his father return with his favorite drink.

If it is not for the overall crowdedness inside this restaurant filled with happy chatty people, as well
as the delightful mood of his own family, the man perhaps would take just a moment to wonder what
he thinks he might have heard while waiting for his drink being made - some weird groaning noise of
a woman? No way. Alas, no room for this kind of unhealthy delusions in such an innocent family-friendly place.

It is a beautiful Saturday afternoon blessed with adorable sunshine out in the flourishing commercial
hub of the city. A newly opened fastfood restaurant is welcoming its joyful customers with its
signature Fresh Milk drinks.

The end
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“UM…HMMM…I…PLEASE…NO MORE…THERE IS NO MORE TO GIVE…………………………………………………
SOME…SOMEONE PLEEEEEASE……NO…CANT BE TOO LOUD…CANT BE SEEN LIKE
THIS………………………………………………………………………AHHHHHHH…NOT AGAIN…………..!”

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