Your eyes flutter open as you awake to find yourself in a strange room. Bizarre scientific objects fill the space alongside recognizable items like computers, tubes and vials. The light is a stark white. You're dizzy and your head aches and you don't know how you got here. Three beautiful women surround you, gazing down in observation as you come to. Even through your discomfort you notice you are very, very aroused. You look down and see a device, some kind of pump, moving up and down tirelessly. It feels amazing, as good as sex. You're on the edge of orgasm and all you want to do is cum. The sensation is so intensely pleasurable, it's almost unbearable. "Where am I?" you wonder. You notice that all three of the women appear to be wearing the same attire, perhaps some kind of uniform? Is this a medical facility? An institution? One of the women, a brunette, steps forward. She explains that you're going to be their "new cow." You've been hooked up to their milking machine and it's your job to keep producing pre-cum for them. Your pre-cum makes them money. The beautiful women all smile and laugh. They explain that the system they have devised for siphoning pre-cum is very state of the art. They know what turns you on. They know how to get the most out of you. First, they're going to test you for pre-existing fetishes. Then, they'll implant triggers for new ones. The first fetish they test for is feet and heels. Two of the women place their heels on your chest. This is all so strange and confusing. As good as the machine feels, you start to lose your erection. The women are aware, as the automation apparently monitors your erection level. A loud warning is issued from the machine. They women start giggling. They know what will happen next. Suddenly, a very sharp and painful sensation begins in your groin. The women laugh. They warn that if you don't keep your arousal levels up, you'll feel that pain again and again. Two of the women help you regain your erection. They come around and place their huge, beautiful asses near your face. They are so sexy, you can't help but feel yourself growing harder just looking at them. In not very much time, you are right back on the edge of orgasm. So very close, but just as you are about to have a full amazing orgasm, the painful sensation returns. The women laugh again. "You can't cum!" The brunette says. "You'll never cum again." You listen in to their conversation and hear the word "electrodes." Electrodes? Are you being electrocuted? You feel a manicured finger tracing along your balls. "Look at how purple they are!" A voice exclaims. The women keep talking about money, all the money they are going to make with your body. All the things they will buy with the money that they will make with your body. You realize: you're a captive. You will be in this room, pleasured and tortured, for the rest of your life. The women explain that once they have finished draining you of pre-cum for the day, they are going to put you into something called "chastity." The chastity will keep you from getting sexually aroused when it isn't useful for them. Then, the women want to show you their favorite feature, just so that you know what you should be afraid of. They giggle, "press the button, press the button!" The button is pressed as a huge electrical current courses through your body. It's disorienting. It's terrifying. It's extremely painful. You struggle against the restraints. The women look down at you and laugh. You bounce between intense pleasure and extreme discomfort. Your sense of self slips away until the pleasure; the pain: it's all that you are. You mean nothing but profit to your captors. This