<strong>Emma with Helen and Mordecai</strong><br/><br/>Still reeling from the syringe, Emma tried to take in what they were saying. They spoke like she wasn't even in the room. Like she was a cadaver lying there, with no knowledge of what they were saying.<br/><br/>When the woman spoke about the toy, and how it functioned, Emma's eyes grew wide, no way were they going to use that on her. It sounded like a torture device, and she had enough of those. Christ where did these people get these things? Was this some type of sexual torture farm?<br/><br/>When the conversation switched to lactation, well Emma knew she was safe. She wasn't pregnant, so no chance of that. Until she heard the doctor or whatever she was speak of some drug that could be injected. Was she kidding? And he was agreeing to it? He eyes grew wide, ready to freak out. She knew if they injected into her nipples it was going to painful. Obviously a main theme at this place.<br/><br/>Sponsor felt hands on her breasts after the woman had returned with some bottles. Emma's nipples immediately go hard as rocks and was ready for that horrible stuff they would put in her body.