Page 130 of M!lked For His Pleasure

“Ugh. Have you all even tried cow’s milk?” I wanted to squirm away from the attention that my pussy was getting, but my body craved it.

Gyanys stood in front of me. His antennae and top hands soothed me while his bottom hands began tugging on the nipples and squirting milk into the deep pan. How it came so easily to him, I did not know. Perhaps it was from milking aphids all day. I had heard the breastfeeding could be painful, but this ant somehow made it feel good. Really good. Too good.

“See? Is that not better?” he asked.

“What did you all do to me?” I whispered in horror. “I wasn’t like this before.”

“I believe your DNA was altered to produce the correct hormones,” Yoane offered, still lazily gliding a finger up and down my slit.

“I was already producing the correct hormones,” I gritted out. “This is unnatural. This behavior is unnatural.”

“Do you not give hormones to your cows?” Yoane asked. “I read humans did.”

The checkmate was enough to make me snap my mouth shut and realize this was likely my cosmic punishment for the sins of my family. Those motherfuckers. I didn’t even want to work at Pailful.

Resigned, I stopped protesting. I tensed my spine and squared my jaw and told myself to suffer through this with as much dignity as I could muster.

“Little hucow, this is supposed to be enjoyable for you,” Gyanys murmured. “Relax and just feel. Yoane and I will do the rest.”

“My name is Molly. Molly Maiden.”

“Molly Maiden,” he replied with a slight accent that made my boring name seem more exotic.

“Just Molly. The Maiden part is my last name.”

The conversation seemed too ordinary for the fact that he was tugging on my tits, milking me like a dairy cow. If anything, the cadence of the sentences seemed to fall in rhythm with the pings of squirting milk hitting metal.

“Will you please try to enjoy the experience, Molly?” Gyanys asked. “Be a good hucow for me.”

Wow. Was he really trying to cajole me?

I narrowed my gaze. “I am not a hucow. I am a human. I have been stolen away, my biology altered so I now produce breast milk and feel constantly aroused. I have a feeling you all also domesticated me. I should be a lot more upset about this situation than I am.”

“You were not harmed. Only minor changes to make sure you would thrive and be happy.”

“Do I look happy?” I growled.

“You could be. Were you happy on Earth?”

*tink* *tink* *tink*

The milk squirted on in the heavy silence.

Because I was not happy on Earth. I hated my life. I hated everything about it.

“What is in it for me?”

“My brothers and I will treat you kindly.”

Was that a veiled threat?

Whatever. I didn’t even care anymore. At least I felt a little better about my predicament, that everything I felt was not because I was enjoying my captivity, but I had been made to enjoy it.

I relaxed the tension in my back and shoulders. “Okay. I will sit here and try to enjoy the sensation of being milked.” Ishuddered internally. Could such a thing be enjoyed? Did cows like it?

I will admit there was a lot less aching in my breasts now that Gyanys had relieved some of the pressure.

I rested my head into the hard planes of the ant’s abdomen, leaning against him while he milked and caressed me. Meanwhile, the ant behind me circled my clit, and I had to swallow my moan.

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