As the suction cups did their work, she quivered and collapsed to the floor, as she had so many times before. She never really questioned why the company didn't provide chairs or cots or even a stool...they probably knew they could get away with a minimal, dirty, industrial setup like this, that girls like her needed their assistance as much as they could profit from her contribution.
Girls like her...here she felt surrounded by girls like her, all equally weary by their treatment but needing to be drained. She watched the tubes fill with white and listened to the cacophony of moans and guttural moos from other nearby milking stations. In spite of what a relief it was, she didn't feel much like mooing today, and just wanted it to be over.