Page 106 of M!lked For His Pleasure

Solitary confinement.

As much as I'd hated Selnar, at least he was some kind of contact... some kind of reminder that I was alive. This? This was torture.

And I was bored. There was only so much masturbating a girl could do.

But on the plus side, I now had a face to go with the mysterious figure behind the cameras that watched my room. I pretended that the handsome emerald-green alien was watching me as I walked across the floor of my room and went about the mundane tasks that filled my otherwise empty days.

I took long baths, massaged my aching breasts, all the while imagining that he was watching me and stroking his thick green cock while he did it.

I sat in my chair and stared at the false window and the flickering images of earth that played over the screen. I tried to imagine what my mom was doing... or my sisters. Had they stopped looking for me? I barely remembered my life in LA, would my work have even cared that I didn't show up on Monday morning? They'd probably just replaced me with someone from the temp pool without a second thought.

"Fuckers," I murmured.

The door of my chamber slid open and I spun my chair around. My stomach growled at the anticipation of more food. My temporary rebellion had been forgotten with the sudden change in my diet and I found myself actually looking forward to the meals that my silent guard delivered.

But this time, it wasn't the amber-skinned alien who stepped through the door. It was a doctor with deep red skin and a tail like a lizard that swung behind him.

What the fuck...

He was flanked by three armed guards and another blue-skinned doctor followed. Dr. Alien Lizard carried a large datapad, and he tapped at the screen while he looked me up and down.

"Stand, please," he said in a crisply accented voice.

I did as I was told, but my knees felt weak as one of the guards clipped a chain onto my collar.

"Lift up your dress," the doctor said.

"I—"

His pale gray eyes burned into mine and I did as I was told, but paused after lifting it just above my midsection.

"Higher," the doctor commanded.

I pulled it up higher, to my neck and stood there awkwardly with the fabric bunched like a scarf under the metal collar.

The second doctor stepped forward and opened a metal case that contained three syringes filled with the same pearly white liquid I'd been injected with countless times before my first milking.

"What—"

The guard who held my chain tightened his grip and I gasped as the metal collar bit into my throat.

The blue-skinned doctor's black eyes flicked to me, and then he focused on the task at hand. The needle was long and thick and I felt panic rising in my throat as he pulled it out of the case. The doctor with the datapad didn't look at me as the blue-skinned alien tucked the metal case in his pocket and took hold of my right breast.

He pinched the nipple between his thumb and forefinger and I moaned in fear as he inserted the needle into the tip of my nipple.

I closed my eyes tight and tried not to move as he injected the white fluid into my breast. A cold sensation spread through my breast and a cold sweat rippled over me as he removed the needle and massaged my breast to move the fluid into the tissue.

He repeated the same motions with my left breast and my knees shook as I fought to stay still.

The cold sensation that spread through my chest was a heady mix of pain and pleasure and I squeezed my thighs together to try and put some pressure on my throbbing pussy. My fingers itched to slide between my folds and orgasm as quickly as possible.

The blue-skinned doctor pulled the final needle from the case and was prepared to inject me again, but the red-skinned alien stopped him,

"How do you feel?" he asked me. He stepped close as his pale eyes looked me over in what I could only guess was a clinical kind of appraisal.

"I— I don't feel any different," I choked out.

He nodded and tapped on the datapad. "You might feel some sensitivity, some increased tenderness, in your breasts."

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