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My mind noted that I would kill this bitch if given the chance, but my body seemed extra stimulated by her obscene command to show my body off to strangers in such a way as to leave nothing hidden.

My thumbs couldn’t help but strum my tight nipples, as if to ease their ache. Instead of helping with the pain, it only made me wetter. Goddammit. I plucked the hard buds. Did these people give me Spanish Fly or some other aphrodisiac? I was growing more aroused by the second.

Finally succumbing to the urge, I massaged my breasts fully to relieve the discomfort.

This was a twisted moment in my life that, if given the chance to look back upon, I knew I would be appalled at my own behavior. I was practically moaning.

This whole thing was ridiculous. I should be a lot more freaked out, but I couldn’t seem to get that important fact to take hold in the fog of lust permeating my brain. All my body cared to acknowledge was how horny it was, and my psyche didn’t want to focus on anything more than finding a solution to the problem at hand.

The bitch who’d imprisoned me began to speak.

Chapter Four

“Last, but not least,” my captor announced, “I present this special farm-ready female, the finest to ever cross this stage.”

The bidders tittered. I could feel myself getting wetter, feeding off their excitement. Fuck, I must have a hidden exhibitionist streak.

“Imported from the Milky Way galaxy, this precious girl has been gradedA+PLUS Perfect,a prime specimen of human beauty and grace. Her milk, sampled and certified by an official Pollenverse beverage connoisseur, she has been awarded the highest distinction a dairy hucow might hold for quality, flavor, and potency.”

It took a moment for my brain to register her words beyond her compliment.Did this bitch just call me a dairy cow?

Oh no.

I tested the weight of my breasts. My mouth dropped. Was this why they hurt? Were they filled with milk?

One little nipple tug and a squirt later, I had my answer.

Milk shot out and rained down upon the spectators closest to me. They practically fell over themselves to taste it.

The crowd clapped.

The auctioneer seemed pleased.

“Good girl,” she mouthed.

I was so fascinated by the whole thing that I did it again, this time with the other nipple. The crowd went wild, pushing forward and crowding the front of the stage like a concert.

Despite leading my family to think otherwise, I never intended to have children, so lactation was not an experience I ever expected to have.

But neither was abduction and slavery.

“Besides nearly bursting with the finest quality human milk money can buy,” the auctioneer hollered over the ruckus, “her sexual cream has also been certified for its extraordinary quality.”

Not sure what was wrong with me, but when the bitch looked my expectantly, I released my breasts and used my fingers to spread open my labia to reveal my swollen clit and sopping pussy. There were more sighs of appreciation from the would-be bidders.

I looked back at the woman, who then rolled her hand in encouragement. She wanted me to do more.

Emboldened by crowd that seemed to believe everything this bitch said about my beauty and grace, I used my other hand and began fingering myself.

And fuck me, it felt so good.

Like, too good.

“That’s it, little human cow, milk that pussy,” one of the wasp guards encouraged. “You smell delicious.”

I was easily seduced by the energy of the room. Feeling porn-star perfect, I yelped in pleasure as I quickly climbed to orgasm.And the moment I achieved it, I screamed and shuddered, squirting my cum all over the crowd below me.

I didn’t even know I could do that.

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