Page 77 of M!lked For His Pleasure

I kicked and punched and even bit down on any part of the alien I could reach, screaming the entire time. The alien acted like I was nothing more than an annoying insect. It casually walked back into my stall, then dropped me in front of Thuldar, who was getting to his feet.

“She’s lost to madness,” Thuldar said to the new alien. “Hook her up to the milker quickly, Zatorg, and then we must relieve her body.”

“I’m not–”

“Yes, sir,” Zatorg replied while pressing on my shoulder until I dropped to all fours once again. “And we must punish her,” Zatorg said firmly.

“Fuck you. I’m not a cow to be milked! I’m a human. Humans have rights!” A sharp slap on my ass cut my tirade off.

“Hold still 3592 or I will have you restrained,” Thuldar said calmly.

His tone of voice pissed me off even more. “I am not a number. My name is Loralei,” I shouted. “Loralei.” I attempted to stand up but was pressed back down.

“Restrain her. There’s no reasoning with her until she’s looked after,” Zatorg said.

I crawled toward the open gate. “I need to get the fuck out of this coo-coo’s nest. Let me go!”

One of them lifted me and placed me in the middle of the floor. My thrashing around and screaming did nothing to deter them. An incessant beeping sounded throughout the small space and, the next thing I knew, my hands and wrists were encased in an odd pair of gloves. When I tried to jerk free, I could not move.

“Let me go you motherfuckers. I’m going to kill all of you alien dicks,” I yelled.

Someone cut short my rant by shoving a ball gag in my mouth. They quickly shoved a padded stool under my stomach and tightly strapped down my legs, forcefully pulling them apart. The only thing I could move was my head, which swung wildly back and forth to watch as the aliens moved around me.

Thuldar held two funnel-like objects in his hands. He bent down and placed them over my breasts. He took the connected hoses to the front of the stall and clicked them into a plug ofsome sort. When he pressed the button beside it, the funnels suctioned to my breasts. When a feeling of relief washed over me, I was disgusted at myself, but damn it felt good. I watched as milk - milk from my own body - travelled through the see-through hose.

And then something wet hit my exposed pussy. I jerked in my binds and screamed through the gag.

What the fuck? They got what they wanted. I was being milked like a fucking cow.

I turned my head and almost passed out from shock when I saw one alien bent close to my vagina. It was using its vines to scoop moisture out of its mouth and spread it through my labia.

I tried scrambling forward to get away from it, but my body was held tight. A slap landed against my ass.

“Hold still, cow. It will be over soon and then you will feel better.”

But I didn’t feel better. The alien spit was doing something to me. I felt my internal muscles clenching and releasing. Liquid proof of my excitement dripped from my body only to be caught up by vines and pressed back into my vagina. My hips canted backward, trying to get more contact.

I’d stayed dry the entire time Mike fucked me, but hell, rub a little alien spit on me and I turned into a wanton hussy. Milk continued to flow from my breasts and into the funnels. The dual pleasure was too much. I hung my head, embarrassed and more turned on than I’d been in years.

A solid slap on my ass was almost enough to snap me out of my pleasure induced…whatever the hell this was. Another landed. And another.

“You must remember not to talk.”Smack.“You only moo, unless a farmer tells you differently.”Smack.“You will crawl on all fours.”Smack.“You will eat when told.”Smack. Smack. Smack.“You will be obedient.”

“I think that’s enough, Zatorg. I’m sure 3592 has learned her lessons,” Thuldar said. “Bring her the relief she needs, then you may unhook her.”

I was panting and drooling through my gag. The spanking had not lessened my need. If anything, it had made it worse. How could I be so turned on by these hideous creatures?

When something long and hard rubbed against my labia, I glanced backward. Zatorg held a long metal rod. An electric current ran through my body when he thrust it inside my pussy, lighting up all my nerve endings. It was a good thing they’d gagged me because when he slowly withdrew the rod, I was ready to beg for him to leave it inside me. It was bad enough that the noises, moaning and groaning, coming from my mouth rang through the barn alerting anyone nearby as to what was happening.

Zatorg’s tentacles ran up and down my back and over my ass. “Good cow. That’s it. Let it all out.”

He pumped the long metal wand in and out of my body. My breathing became stuttered, and my heart raced. A pulse beat through me,

Chapter Seven

Imissed coffee. And potato chips. I missed my books. And privacy. Being constantly watched was slowly driving me insane.

And I was sick of being milked! The farmers came in four times a day and hooked us to milking machines. The farmers subjected me to several more pleasuring sessions for my supposed misdeeds, but now that I know what their idea of punishment is, I’m not afraid of my alien captors.

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