Page 103 of M!lked For His Pleasure

Fucking my mysterious man...

Pleasure flooded through my body and I cried out as my orgasm washed over me and left me trembling. I lay there for a minute, panting for air as my heartbeat slowed.

I rolled onto my side and closed my eyes for a moment, letting my body rest and recover. It seemed like I lay there no more than seconds, but the sound of my door opening and closing bolted me straight up in bed, my mind trying to figure out how long I'd been asleep.

"What are you doing in bed?" Selnar asked, anger setting over his facial expression.

I shrugged.

"I told you to be ready," he growled as he grabbed me hard by the wrist and yanked me out of bed. He didn’t allow me to fall to the floor, and dragged me along until I found my feet and stumbled after him.

He then looked me up and down, his eyes hardening, his jaw set with anger. "You're disgusting. My cum still drips from your tits and off your pussy."

I looked down; sure enough his purple spunk shone bright against my pale skin. "I guess we're going to be late, then."

He shook his head and dragged me toward the bathroom.

"Stop, you're hurting me," I begged.

Selnar didn't pay my plaintive cries any attention. Instead, he flipped the shower on and shoved me into the shower. I screamed at the cold water hit my skin and tried to twist out of the stream of water, but he held me against the tiled wall as he grabbed a washcloth.

With rough, uncaring strokes he washed his cum from my body as I writhed and tried to get away, but his hands were large and impossible to escape and finally I stopped struggling and sagged against the wall.

His hands softened as he reached my breasts. He slid the washcloth slowly over my sensitive nipples and between my mountainous tits. But, then he reached my pussy. With a new vigor and determination he rubbed my delicate lips roughly, dragging the scratchy towel across my slit. I shuddered but didn’t flinch away and his sharp smile filled me with loathing.

Satisfied that I was clean, Selnar flipped off the water and tossed me a towel. "Dry off and put on a fresh garment."

Something had changed, but I didn't know what.

I did as I was told and quickly dried and brushed my hair. It hung in waves around my shoulders. I was surprised that Selnar threw one of my shapeless dresses at me as I entered the room.

Selnar stepped close and snapped a chain onto the thick metal collar that I wore. He said nothing to me and when the door opened, he jerked the chain and pulled me into the hallway.

As I passed other chambers, I could hear the various sounds of their inhabitants. Some moaned with pleasure, or maybe pain. Some cried out for help, while others cried out for more.

Harder.

Faster.

My mind wandered to all the other women who were being held. Had anything changed for them? Had cameras been installed in their rooms, too?

Or was I somehow special?

Selnar yanked on the chain and I stumbled. "Keep up or I'll drag you down the hall."

Any hope of being held in high regard seeped out of my body and mind.

I was nothing to these aliens. I was livestock. Stolen from my life to be milked and put on display. I needed to remember that.

I needed to accept it.

If I didn’t, I’d be taken down to the planet’s surface and shoved into the cages outside the rendering plant to wait my turn for processing… Selnar had threatened me with it often enough that I believed it.

Cold fear coursed through me. I swallowed hard and forced my legs to keep moving.

Selnar led me into a medical examination room and then closed the door. The room was cold and white like the other rooms in the facility. A metal examination table was in the middle of the room, surrounded by machines and several cabinets.

A doctor with pale amber skin walked toward us, a data pad in his hands.

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