Page 7 of M!lked For His Pleasure

“Enough,” Medical Rancher Kanaes spits out, coming over with a large needle.

If their end goal was to make me feel safe and calm, this is the opposite way of doing it. Before I can protest, however, he sets the tip to my skin and plunges it in. My scream cuts off as everything goes dark, sending me hurtling into blessed relief.

Something is wrong. The moment I open my eyes, a heaviness weighs upon me. It’s not the aliens. They stand off to the side looking at readouts I’ll never hope to understand. It’s something else, something from deep inside of me.

My body aches from my head to my toes. Unable to help myself, a soft moan drifts from my lips. However, instead of the pained exclamation I’m expecting, it’s a lilting noise that sounds more like a woman in the heat of passion than one who’s being defiled against her will. Have I ever made such a sound before?

I try to think back to previous sensual encounters, but my memories escape me. Nothing seems to matter except the here and now. Shifting on the gurney, I writhe against my bonds. Ineed something, anything, to take away the pressure building inside of me.

Try as I might to rub my thighs together, they’re spread too far apart. Rocking my hips back and forth, I hump the air, groaning as the cool breeze flutters over my fevered skin. Something is wrong. It has to be.

“Please. Medical Ranchers. Something’s wrong,” I manage to rasp out, my voice deep and husky, so unlike the normal light timber.

Medical Rancher Tirayasu shuffles over to the screen and looks at my vitals before smiling. “Not to worry, little cow. Everything is as it should be.” He turns to Kanaes. “She is compatible. Push the rest of the serum.”

“Serum? What are you doing to me?” This time, fear overrides all rational thought as I buck against my restraints.

They both seem bothered as they loom over me, their teeth blinding behind their cerulean lips. Instead of being comforting, they look more like wolves set to devour me. The thought should make me repulsed, force me into fight or flight.

Unfortunately, it does the complete opposite. As Kanaes plunges some unknown liquid into me, my pussy spasms. I tremble on the table while hot, insistent need courses through me. It causes me to thrash about for a completely different reason.

Moans flit from my lips as my arousal drips from my pussy. I feel it keenly, every bit of it as it slides down my ass crack and onto the table below. Right or wrong, I don’t care anymore. I need to be filled, consumed, and completely overwhelmed.

Next to me, Tirayasu grabs a shiny metal tab at the top of his suit and pulls it down, revealing a lighter blue expanse of skin. I want to follow the zipper down, licking every inch of him. I don’t care if it’s insane or irrational.

“Please,” I beg, jerking my wrists.

The restraints hold firm. Exasperation floods my being as I arch up, desperate to be closer to the man inflicting these sensations on me. But he doesn’t move. He just stands there, taunting me with his state of half-undress. The smirk he gives me is the only indication he knows exactly what he’s doing.

Between my legs, Kanaes trails his fingers up the delicate skin of my inner thighs, stopping as he gets to my pussy. “Just one taste?” he groans, leaning down until his hot breath washes over me.

“No. You know the rules. That right is for the Ranchers only.”

“It’s so unfair,” Kanaes murmurs, sliding a finger over my clit.

I bow up, a desperate cry clogging my throat.

“Stop your whining,” Tirayasu barks out, fiddling with the restraint just below my breasts. “While on this ship, those are the rules. You want to fuck a cow, get one at auction. Or better yet, sign on to a ranch. You’ll have your pick.”

Kanaes continues to stroke my clit in an absent, almost petting manner, driving me to distraction. It’s a sensation I can feel, but it’s not enough. It’s as if I’m not even here as they continue their argument, uncaring that my body melts under his touch.

Their words fly over my head, and though I understand what they’re saying, I don’t get the meaning behind them. Everything else is far too demanding. I angle my hips up, hoping to deepen his touch, to scratch the itch myself, but he pulls it away and swats me instead. Shock rocks me to the core, rooting me to the spot.

It should have hurt. With an area that delicate, I should feel some sort of pain. I lie still, waiting for the agony that never comes.

How did it not hurt? More arousal gathers at my opening and drips down. By this point, it feels as if there’s a puddle beneath my ass. A puddle of need and want.

“You are not in control here, sweet little heifer,” Kanaes croons, resuming his petting. “Any pleasure you receive will be at the hands of an Icorian and not from anything you do. You will be wise to remember that.”

“Thenfookme,” I scream out, all pretense of propriety gone.

What’s the point? I have needs. If they’re the only ones allowed to see to them, then theyfookingbloody well see to them. Instead of answering my plea, they both just laugh.

The sound grates on my nerves, sending frissons of irritation down my spine. My heart pounds in my chest as I look between the two, trying to figure out what the point to all of this is. Do they just kidnap women and edge them to death?

“Such disrespect,” Tirayasu chuckles, sliding a finger across my lips. “Your Rancher will have his work cut out for him. I suggest you keep your words to yourself for now. The last thing you want to do is anger us.”

“Or what?” I snap out. “You’ll send me back to Earth unsatisfied? News flash, you’re already doing a great job.”

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