Page 135 of M!lked For His Pleasure

“Where are you taking me?” I snapped.

“To be punished thoroughly,” Hovyk replied. “Only after will you be milked.”

My heart thumped as my pussy tingled, my body betraying me yet again with arousal over the dumbest things.

“I don’t want to be punished,” I whined. “And putting a dick in my ass isn’t even a real punishment.”

“It’s what the guide says,” Yoane reiterated. “You can also put your genitalia in her mouth and force it down her throat, denying her air until she is better behaved.”

Turning my head to Gyanys and Yoane, who were trailing behind us reviewing their digital pad, I threw out my hands. “Where are you getting this information from? That’s not real either!”

“Sounds real enough to me,” Gyanys quipped.

Exhaling in frustration, I gave up trying to reason with them. Each punishment they listed only excited my body more, even as my mind balked at the idea. I held onto Hovyk, so I didn’t bounce as much. My boobs were already aching. I think I could feel moisture running down the inside of my leaf.

“It must be real,” Yoane said quietly to Gyanys. “She’s already altering her behavior from the threat alone.”

I rolled my eyes. If we were at a BDSM dungeon, it would be real. But we weren’t. We were…

…ugh.

We were going into the soil hobbit house.

Chapter Ten

It was a simple abode with a clean dirt floor and tiny windows. I remember reading how tidy ants were. They were considered some of the cleanest insects on our planet. It was apparently the same on this one.

I could see at a glance that, like an ant nest, there seemed to be little openings into different rooms located at the rear of the space.

“Are one of these the bathroom?” I muttered.

“Yes,” Yoane answered, oblivious to the fact that it was a rhetorical question.

Hovyk sat down on a low stool near a large table and swung me off his shoulder to position me face down over his lap. I groaned as my milk-heavy breasts hung as heavy as my head, which was near the top of his boots.

“Hucow Molly,” he announced like this was the start of a tribunal, “you are being punished for needlessly risking your life and disrespecting your caregiver.”

Rather than just blurt my defense, I raised my hand to speak.

“Yes?” Hovyk inquired.

“Where can I go to the bathroom?”

“If we do not reach you in time, just use the corner of your stall.”

I snorted my laugh. “That’s fucking gross.”

“We’ll clean your stall in those rare instances.”

Time for me to turn the tables and get out of this mess.“I wish you all would have told me this before my ignorance almost got me killed this morning. Had you done your duty as a caregiver and made sure I understood what to do, I might not be in trouble now. I only want to be a good hucow for you all.”

The silence was deafening. And then it was interrupted by very quiet squeaking sounds.

I lifted my head to see the three communicating in a way that I could not comprehend. Considering I was equipped with an internal translator that allowed me to understand and naturally respond to their language, this must be using stridulation.

“You are correct, Molly Maiden,” Hovyk finally allowed. “Therefore, I will only punish you for being disrespectful.”

“Will you please help me understand how I was disrespectful so that I do not do so again?”

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