meatluvvr: Mary’s Milk. “You better pick it up, stupid little cow. Your quota went up this week and
meatluvvr: Mary’s Milk. “You better pick it up, stupid little cow. Your quota went up this week and your milk production is no better than last week. You only have two more weeks of testing, and according to your charts, it looks like you’re failing.” Mary was nearing the end of her 3-month dairy testing. They called it “Aptitude Testing”. Some girls were sturdy enough to handle a lifetime of permanent slavery producing milk in the dairy. Others were not. The only way to find out was to make every girl purchased by the company spend some time in the test barn trying to prove herself as milker. Powerful drugs induced drowsiness, compliance, and to some degree, lactation. They also gave Mary an extreme headache. Despite repeated warnings that failure at this test would send her on her way to the slaughterhouse, she had no control over the amount of milk she produced. But after more than two months stuck here in the test barn, serving as a mindless milk drone, Mary was convinced that dying quickly in the slaughterhouse was probably better than spending two or three decades in the dairy. -- source link