You bite your bottom lip apprehensively as you hear the heavy steps of the GeneTech goons in the hallway getting closer to the door. With your breasts in their current sensitive condition, you're not sure if you could fight off the GeneTech people again. You know you only have one option.

You look at Amjad and say, "Please hide me!"

Amjad replies, "You know that there is only one way I can do that. You'll have to look like one of the regular cow girls in my harem."

You sigh, you were afraid he'd say that, "Okay, okay, I'll wear the collar and the cow ear tag. Will you please put them on me, Amjad, I mean... Master?"

"Alright. Don't worry, you won't regret this." Amjad says as he pulls out a cow girl collar.

Like everything else Amjad has for his cow girls, the slave collar is high quality. The slave collar is an ornate piece of gold jewelry with huge gems encrusted in it. Amjad really likes to pamper his harem of cow girls, they must feel like Queens!

"Normally, the collar would also have your named engraved in it, but we'll worry about that later, assuming you decide to stay after the week is over." Amjad says as he delicately puts the collar around your neck like he's putting a fancy necklace around the neck of a noble woman.

There's not enough time for him to pierce your ear, so Amjad simply gives you a clip on cow ear tag, "That's also something that we will have to take care of later, but it should do for now."

Amjad finishes attaching the ear tag to your left ear and a few moments later the GeneTech inspectors enter the room. The men exchange a few words with Amjad, then they start looking around the room.

One of them notices how full and enlarged your breasts are. He looks at Amjad and says, "This beast needs to be milked."

Amjad nods and replies, "Yes, I was just about to hook her up to that milking machine, when you arrived."

"I see." The inspector says, "Do you mind if I hook her up for you?"

"Be my guest." Amjad says before he glances at you and says, "Go on, let him hook you up to the machine."

"Yes, Master." You accidentally let out a small moo as you play along.

You approach the inspector and he leads you across the room to the custom made milking machine in the corner. The Inspector picks up several suction cups that are attached to the machine by hoses. You gasp when the inspector roughly grabs your sensitive teats with his ice cold hands and attaches the large suction cups to them. Unlike when Amjad fondled your breasts, the Inspector's handling of them was rough and unpleasant. You gasp again, much louder this time, when he attaches another suction cup to the lips of your pussy.

"I never get tired of doing that." The man chuckles as he switches on the milking machine, "The look on their face is always priceless."

You try to listen in on the conversation as the Inspectors start talking with Amjad about the condition of his cow girls. Unfortunately the gentle sucking of the milking machine drives you wild with pleasure and you're soon unable to understand the conversation at all as your mind is overcome with lust and you lose track of time. At some point, you're dimly aware of the fact that Amjad and the Inspectors have left the room, but you can't seem to remember when that happened.