Page 104 of M!lked For His Pleasure

He swiped his finger across the data pad, read for a moment then smiled at me, revealing sharp teeth that made me shiver. "Remove your gown and stand with your hands on your head."

"What?" I gasped.

Nothing about this was the same as I was used to.

Selnar looked at me with clear anger in his eyes. Nervously, I pulled my gown over my head and laid it on the metal examination table.

My breasts were now so swollen with milk that I could barely see my belly or my pussy. My nipples had grown impossibly large and were darker than usual, tiny drops of clear liquid seeped from their tips.

I lifted my chin, preparing myself to be told what to do next.

The doctor gestured to Selnar who nodded and bent to clip the chain on my collar to a ring embedded in the floor. He straightened and leaned close. "Do as you're told," he growled.

I nodded.

"You remember what happens when milkers go bad?"

I nodded again and fought back the rising fear of being sent to a rendering plant. His black eyes were cold as he turned away and strode out of the room.

The door closed behind him, and I flinched at the sound of it. The doctor took Selnar's place next to me and gave me a reassuring smile. "I'm Dr. Merix. I'll be performing your examination today."

I nodded as the doctor walked around me, visually inspecting me. He pulled on a latex glove that shone in the strange light of the examining room and rubbed his hand over my breasts. The fluid that leaked from my nipples coated his gloved fingers and he pulled his hand away from my tits and held his fingers up to the light as he rubbed them together

“What’s happening?” I whispered.

I let out a yelp as another door slid open. An elegantly dressed alien male walked into the room. He was taller than the doctor, and his smooth mottled skin was emerald green. I drank in his broad shoulders and pale, deeply soulful eyes. My pussy quivered as I watched him walk around the edge of the examination room and approached us.

"Who are you?" I asked and regretted my outburst instantly as the doctor jerked my chain hard. He leaned in close and whispered into my ear, "You don't speak to him. Do you understand?"

I vigorously nodded my head, the heavy metal collar digging into my throat and choking off my breath. He held me there for a moment, long enough to make clear what he could do if he wanted to. The amber-skinned doctor wasn’t as broad or as thickly muscled as Selnar, but he was bigger than me, stronger. He could break my neck if he wanted. If I displeased him or did something I shouldn’t have.

He released me and I sucked in air, my lungs burning.

The doctor stepped back to where the mysterious man waited and with low voices had a conversation I desperately wished I could hear.

Doctor, Merix came back over to me and grabbed my collar. "You will be put into this examination frame."

My body sagged as I was resigned to my fate. Merix helped me into the frame which supported me in a way so I was standing, bent over at the waist, legs spread wide apart and my hands restrained behind my back. My breasts hung down through the massive holes in the chest-resting support.

I couldn't move.

The doctor took out an electronic pad and began scanning me. He ran it over my chest and belly. As he did, he stated his findings in the alien language that I didn’t understand. Whatwas happening? Tears pricked my eyelashes as I fought the humiliation that washed over me.

"Do a pleasure exam," the mysterious man behind me said.

Why did he say that so that I could understand? Why did he want me to know?—

"As you wish," the doctor said.

He stepped over to me and began to massage my breasts, watching my eyes as he pinched my nipples. I closed my eyes, but he slapped me hard across the face and forced me to look at him as he continued to rub my breasts.

"Pupils, dilated," Merix said in a clinical tone. I bit down hard on my lip to keep from moaning as he removed his hands from my breasts and walked behind me. Without warning, the doctor shoved a long thick finger into my asshole and another into my pussy at the same time. His thrusts were methodical and measured, and I couldn’t bite back the moan that was ripped from my throat as my knees began to shake and my pussy got wet. I could feel the drip of my juices as they ran down my inner thighs.

"Fully, capable," Merix said.

Capable?

The doctor pulled his fingers from my tight holes and I let out a moan of disappointment as I heard the snap of the latex glove as he removed them.

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