Meanwhile, Daisy had led Jemma downstairs to Vault F, to a large machine that had been set up in the corner, the large soundproof door automatically locking behind them.

 

"Here you go, Jemma. Let's just get you strapped into this." Daisy smiled.

 

"MOOOoooo..." Jemma moaned, backing away a few steps. Her tits (are they tits? boobs? udders? Jemma was so confused) were becoming so uncomfortable, and she trusted Daisy with all her heart. Yet the machine looked strange and a bit scary.

 

"Don't worry your stupid cow head about this Simmons." Daisy said, now slightly annoyed. "It's just a milking machine. Well, maybe not just that," Daisy smirked, thinking of it's other function "but, still, it won't hurt you."

 

Contented, and sorry for displeasing Daisy, Jemma stripped naked (why was she wearing clothes, again?) and climbed belly down onto the machine.

 

Daisy opened up an app on her phone and turned the machine on. It immediately adjusted itself to Jemma's size and body shape while strapping her down and latching onto her breasts. Jemma yelped at the feeling of the cold metal, but quickly relaxed as the machine started milking her. Next, a robotic arm came into position, stuffing a dildo deep into Jemma's pussy, before starting to fuck her hard.

 

After the initial shock wore off, Jemma was in heaven. The cow tried to remember the last time she had felt this good, but the haze in her mind was thickened too much by the pleasure she was receiving.

 

Seeing Jemma finally in her proper place was making Daisy so horny. She was already a bit on edge thanks to having to interrupt Bobbi earlier, so why not use Simmons? She pulled a chair across the room and sat directly in front of Jemma's face, sans pants. 

 

Seeing the dripping pussy in front of her, Jemma's programming took over and she automatically started lapping at Daisy's cunt.

 

"Perfect" Daisy sighed happily.