Page 136 of M!lked For His Pleasure

“Of course.” Wow. He seemed pleased. “When you are given an order, you are to obey immediately. Hierarchy is how order is maintained.”

“That is something else I didn’t know,” I confessed.

“No?” I felt the leaf being ripped away from my skin. “Are you sure, little hucow? Did you truly not know you had to do what Gyanys tells you? Not even a little bit?”

His rubbing of my sore ass was distracting me. “No. I didn’t…know…”

Well, I guess I knew in the way that all kidnappees do, which is the need to follow their captor’s directions to avoid getting on their bad side.

Hovyk was lulling me, and I was caught in that place between hypnotic slumber and dreamy arousal. I was kind of hoping he’d rub me lower, take the edge off the emotional trauma I endured after witnessing a brutal execution.

“Did you know that we can smell when you are lying?”

“Really?” I whispered.

“Yes.”

“Huh.”

I felt movement and turned my head to look up. I say Gyanys handing a strip of leather to Hovyk. “You’re still going to punish me?”

“Yes, little hucow. While we didn’t explicitly tell you, you instinctually knew to be obedient, and you chose to ignore that instinct.”

“Oh.” I went limp. “So you want to hurt me?”

“I will discipline you, but not harm you. Then we will milk you.”

The promise of milking perked me up a little. I doubted the belt hurt as much as my tits did— or the ache in my pussy. And having grown up with fucking bullies as siblings, my tolerance for pain was fairly high.

I startled at the first swap of alien leather hitting my tender skin. I had forgotten Hovyk already spanked the fuck out of me on the walk to the hobbit house.

The stripes peppering my ass in thighs burned so bad that my eyes began to water.

“Not until she cries,” I heard Yoane confirm during a brief hesitation. “She mustcontritely assure you that she will not repeat the offense,it says.”

This seemed to make Hovyk increase the strength of the blows. And finally, I did break. If only to end my suffering.

“Please, stop,” I sobbed. “I said I would be good. See? I’m crying. The punishment should be over.”

“It’s not over quite yet,” Hovyk replied.

The alien picked me up and carried me to the table. He put me face down, resting on my shins and forearms with my forehead against the table and my ass on my heels. I was thankful for the planet’s temperate climate that allowed me some relief from the throbbing pain. I could literally feel the breeze coming through the windows against my burning skin.

My pussy was practically leaking from the experience, the channel aching to be filled. And my breasts had filled to the brim with milk again. At this point, I couldn’t say for sure which hurt worse. I just knew I was miserable.

I gulped hard and hiccupped and sniffled pathetically.

“What is needed for the second part?” he asked Yoane quietly.

Chapter Eleven

“Humans need lubrication, it says.”

“Wait,” Gyanys ordered. A moment later, I heard him add, “Use this.”

Something was smeared on my asshole. I made me a squeak with the very tip of one of Hovyk’s massive fingers breached the tight ring of muscle. At least the lubrication smelled good. Like coconut and vanilla with a hint of burnt sugar.

One of the ants stroked my head. “Hey, little one. Drink this. It will help make you feel better.”

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