Page 8 of M!lked For His Pleasure

Tirayasu doesn’t answer. Instead, his lips turn down into a ferocious scowl. “We have been lenient with you, human. Allowed you to have far more freedom than we should have. Now, it’s time you learn your place.”

He snaps his fingers, bringing Kanaes up from between my thighs. They don’t exchange a word, and yet, he seems to know exactly what to do. My eyes follow his movements, unease dripping through my veins.

Seems I’ve gone a bit too far. But how was I supposed to know? It’s not like I’ve ever been abducted before. I open my mouth to apologize, but the moment my lips part, Tirayasu grabs an object from Kanaes and shoves it past my teeth.

The small dildo-like object expands in my mouth, filling it until I can barely move my jaw. All I can do is bite down into it, but even that proves ineffective. The only saving grace is it soaks up my saliva, keeping me from choking.

“Now then, you will lie here in silence as we finish your preparations,” Tirayasu croons as he fastens the straps behind my head. “Contemplate what it means to be a cow, an animal, nothing but a vessel for our purposes.”

The words should be vile to me. As someone who’s made it her mission to be more than just a pretty face and a long pair of legs, I should be repulsed. And yet, as he skims his hands down my neck, I can’t help but want him to stroke me somewhere lower.

In the back of my brain, the small rational part that’s still firing knows it has to be something in the serum they gave me. There’s no other explanation than that. But honestly, I don’t care.

His words promise me a reprieve, a moment where I don’t have to think. I can just feel. Back on Earth, my duties and responsibilities eat at me, keep me up at night. Here, I can just let them do whatever the hell they want to me.

Perhaps, if I’m lucky, they’ll keep me for a few days. Like an extended spa vacation where they massage and lubricate alllllll of me. Every.Fooking. Inch. But that line of thinking is obviously the wrong one.

My body ripples at the thought of their alien hands roving all over my body, bringing me to orgasm again and again as they probe each and every hole. God, when did I become so sex obsessed? I certainly never felt this horny on Earth.

I suck on the dildo, my pussy clenching on air as Kanaes pulls away from me. Though his absent-minded petting was almost irritating in its ineffectiveness, it was at least a sensation. Maybe I could have gotten off from it, eventually.

He stands up between my thighs and grabs a pair of gloves from off of the metal tray. “Ready when you are.”

Tirayasu plants his hands on either side of my head, his breathing quick and heavy. At least I’m not the only one affected by all of this. My blood runs thick through my veins as he leans over me, the warm expanse of his skin brushing against my forehead.

Though I long to reach up and run my lips across him, I’m impeded by the restraints and gag in my mouth. He doesn’t stay there for long. Just enough to adjust the strap under my breasts again.

As he pulls away, his fingers brush against my nipples, sending lightning bolts through my body. Pleasure so intense it borders on pain ricochets through me, short-circuiting my thoughts for a moment. My nipples have always been sensitive, but damn, it was never anything like this.

Plaintive wails squeak out from behind the gag, barely audible. But they hear it. Both aliens look over at me, their blue eyes darkening as they watch the reactions play over my skin. Lust blazes in their eyes, but they hold back.

Fookthese Ranchers. Why do we have to wait for them? Why can’t they just relieve the ache flowing through me? Again, I shift, doing my best to convey the level of need I have without using any words, but they remain steadfast in their desire to keep their hands to themselves.

“I’ll monitor her vitals and take notes while you do the examination,” Tirayasu grumbles, pulling out an odd, nearly see-through device.

His fingers fly over the screen as he looks my body up and down, acting every inch the dedicated alien scientist about to explore me. Kanaes grins as he brings his hand back down to my aching pussy. Planting the heel of his palm against the lower part of my mound, he pushes up, stretching my pussy out tight.

He runs the pad of his finger across my exposed clit, drawing an anguished moan from around the gag. My thighs tremble as he continues to study me, his touch clinical and detached. But Oh. My. God. Does it feel exquisite.

“She’s responding even more. Barely touching her and she’s bouncing around,” Kanaes says, his voice sounding smug with satisfaction to my ears.

“Excellent. Her breasts are swelling nicely. Check her nipples.”

Swelling? My breasts are swelling? Sure enough, as I look down, I notice the normally average mounds are big enough they’re blocking my view of Kanaes. Holy hell. I was a b-cup on a good day, and now… Now I can’t even tell what size I would be.

All my life, I waited and prayed for my boobs to get big. All I wanted was to be just like Jenny, the popular girl in school. She blossomed out around sixth grade while I was still flat as a pancake. Even as I got older, they didn’t match hers.

I had made myself okay with my diminutive size. Besides, there were things I could do and wear that other, more buxom women couldn’t. More than that, I didn’t have to deal with the backaches a lot of them complained about.

My soul was at peace. And now, here I am, larger than anything I could have imagined. It makes my heart flutter to think about. Unfortunately, my analytical mind can’t help but ponder the ramifications.

If I could talk, I’d ask them how this is possible. Is it saline? Something else? My mind splits for a moment. Part of it goes to the over-the-top, daytime ‘reality’ shows that come on. How many botched plastic surgery people did they have on there?

Granted, with the aliens possessing better technology, I can only hope I won’t end up like those women with breasts so big they need specialty clothing just to go out in public. Or worse, have them pop.

My mind can no longer drift, however, because soon, a dull ache fills my breasts, making my mind wander with frantic ideations. Off in the distance, the sound of my heart beeps in a rapid staccato, bringing a frown to Tirayasu’s lips. He hunches down next to me, so that his eyes are level with mine.

Tears blur my vision as he reaches out to cup the top of my head with his massive hand. “No need to panic, little cow. Your body is doing what it’s supposed to. Even now, your breasts are filling with milk. That’s the pressure you feel. Your body will grow accustomed to it. Just breathe for me.”

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