Page 129 of M!lked For His Pleasure

My keeper smoothed my hair from my face with a tender hand, if it could be called such. “Soon, sweet. Yoane is bringing a milking pan and a jar.”

“A milking pan and a jar?” I was now hyperventilating. My body demanded an orgasm. My psyche seemed to care little that I was naked on a stone table in the middle of an alien farm.

“We want to collect all you offer us.”

“Ewwww,” I groaned. “Why?”

“You are a delicacy. We can sell your milk and cream for a great profit. We can then purchase more land for the colony.”

Was this lascivious nightmare my new life?

At this point, I didn’t even care. It’s not like my other life was so great. Money did not buy happiness. I would have given up the money for something pure, for something true. I’d rather be poor and happy than rich and miserable.

“People really want to drink from me?”

“Of course. Besides tasty, you are beautiful. The most gorgeous human we’ve ever encountered.”

Awww.“Really?”

He rubbed my stomach in soothing circles. “We see other humans in the gardens from time to time. Yes, they are rare and exotic and pretty. But they are not as special as you.”

“Why are we humans slaves in this universe?” I whispered.

He made a noise that reminded me of someone clucking their tongue. “Your kind are cherished here. We wish to only care for you.”

“We’re beloved pets then. That’s still not free.”

My captor looked up. “Yoane has arrived.”

The youngest ant marched over. “Is that his name?”

“Yes, for non-ants to use. I am Gyanys.” He pointed to the one-eyed insect finishing up on the injured aphid. “That is our brother, Hovyk.”

“Two more brothers will come soon,” Yoane added as he came upon us. “Hovo and Yany. They are out foraging and checking to make sure our perimeter hasn’t been breached.”

“Up,” Gyanys encouraged as he moved me onto my hands and knees.

Chapter Seven

“Wait, wait,” I rushed as the monster ant positioned my naked ass like he wanted me to crawl off the edge of this table.

But sadly, that was not the case.

He was not facilitating my escape.

Yoane positioned the deep metal pan on the table beneath my chest. Oh, God. This was really happening.

“Please,” I begged as my heavy, aching breast hung down. “This is absolutely humiliating. Humans aren’t supposed to be milked.”

“No?” Gyanys tugged a sensitive nipple, which squirted milk into the milking pan. “I’m told carrying this amount of breast milk is painful for human cows. I can ease your pain.”

“But I’m not a cow. I have cows—my family raises cows. Cows have udders. I don’t have udders.”

“The digital guide they gave us when we purchased you mentioned the non-humancowson your planet,” Yoane said from behind me. I squeaked when his clawed finger probed the entrance of my vagina. “But the milk is not the same.”

“Their milk is better,” I whined. “Human milk is gross.”

The two insects made a sound that could have been a laughing snort. “That is not what the hucow reference guide says.”

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