Two blondes in barn tied up with milking machine and gags

One of the blondes is strapped into the milking machine first, her back against the metal frame, wrists bound behind her. The other is on her knees a second later, same ponytail, same slim frame, gag already in. They’re both covered in light tattoos — nothing heavy, just lines on the ribs and lower back. Hay’s scattered across the dirt floor, wooden beams on the walls, looks like an old barn someone cleaned up for shooting. The camera stays wide for almost the whole time — no close-ups on faces, but plenty on their bodies moving against the restraints. The milking machine’s hooked to both of them, rhythmically squeezing, tubes running to metal buckets. They’re not fighting it. One shifts her hips into the pressure, the other leans forward as much as the ropes let her. Natural light from the side catches the sweat on their stomachs. There’s no talking, just the sound of the machine and occasional muffled noises through the gags. The wheel of some old cart is visible in the corner during one long shot — not part of the action, but adds to the location feel. It’s not rough, not playful — just steady, mechanical use of the device while they’re immobilized. The lack of eye contact between them makes it feel more isolated, like they’re each stuck in their own loop. Camera never cuts to anyone operating the machine. Just the two of them, bound, milked, silent.