Page 100 of M!lked For His Pleasure

I staggered to my feet, prepared to run, but these damn shoes made my ankles tremble. I kicked them off and stepped down onto the wet, dirty pavement. My toes sank into something soft and squishy, but I didn't bother to look down.

What was the point?

I was dead, anyway.

From my left, I saw his form as he approached, huge and hulking, and I ran for it. I ran with all my might. My toes dug painfully into the concrete beneath me as I tried to gain traction and pick up speed.

A hand grabbed me from behind, and I screamed.

"Help!" I looked around and saw no one. "Help me! Please!"

He shoved me against the wall, my face pressed against the rough bricks. Little bits of grit cut into the soft skin of my cheeks and I cried out in pain as he held me against the wall.

The crazed man put his hand over my mouth and pinched my nose closed. I tried desperately to breathe, kicking against him, writhing in place trying to free myself.

But nothing made his grip loosen.

My vision began to blur, spin, and tunnel. He was going to kill me, suffocate me right then and there.

I flailed and struggled as my strength faded. "Help!" I screamed and then the concrete dropped out from beneath my feet and I fell?—

Onto the cold metal floor of my room.

I choked and coughed as the dream faded away. For a moment, I didn't know where I was. I was confused, and tears streamed down my face as I gasped for air. My eyes searched the room. It was familiar, but not mine.

The realization that I was captive, held against my will, by a race of aliens who had taken possession of my body and twisted my genetics for their own gain… Milking me for some faceless galactic corporate entity. The realization sent bile rushing up from my belly.

I lurched forward and vomited on the floor. Not once, but over and over again.

Completely spent, I pushed myself up to a sitting position, sobbing as I spat the taste of my vomit out of my mouth. I tugged on the edge of the bedsheet and used it to wipe the sweat, tears, and bile from my face and then looked up at the blinking red light on the camera above my bed.

Did you like what you saw?I thought bitterly.

Who are you and what do you want from me?

Chapter Two

Ilay across my bed for what felt like an eternity and yet it felt as thought I’d only just been able to relax for the first time since being dumped at the space station by my captors. I wondered how much money they’d been paid for me… Or how much they’d been paid for the women who survived their abduction.

Time seemed to stand still as in this place. Since I’d been moved out of the communal facility, there were unimaginable lengths of time between seeing another living being. The doctors only cared about my breasts, and Selnar barely spoke to me… Food and drink were always available. It was enough to make someone go crazy.

My mind had begun to play tricks on me, and not just during my dreams. The door across from my bed slid open with a hiss. My alien guard, Selnar, stepped into the room and waited for me to acknowledge him.

Only, I couldn't be sure that any of this was real. My mind had started imagining things I wanted… like a visit from my mom.

I'd nearly broken my arm trying to get to her when she'd appeared in my room one night. I’d scrambled on my hands and knees across the metallic floor as sobs wracked my body and tears blurred my vision. It wasn't until I'd reached the opposite wall that I realized no one had actually been there.

I’d spent the rest of the night sprawled naked on the floor, my tears pooled under my cheek.

"Selnar," I said, listlessly. "Are you really here?"

He cleared his throat, "Yes."

Not that it mattered, but my heart raced when I finally accepted I wasn't alone in my room. Fresh tears welled up and spilled down the sides of my face and onto the bedding beneath me.

He stepped over to me and unbuckled his belt. Just hearing the sound made my belly tingle and my heart race. My pussy clenched in anticipation of the thick blue cock that Selnar would shove inside me.

He wasn't a passionate lover... He wasn't evengood. But the size of his cock and the disgusting way he spoke to me during our intercourse always set me ablaze with lust. It didn’t even feel like I had a choice… my body ruled everything.

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