Page 82 of M!lked For His Pleasure

“Business? What business? I thought you had to urinate,” Exton replied.

“Just turn around,” I gritted out, but it was too late. Nature took over.

Oh, sweet relief. Now only if I could get him to look away so I could try to relieve my sore tits.

“No.” Exton walked over and casually leaned against the wall while I finished up.

I glanced around but before I could hit the magic button, Exton had done it for me. One thing I knew for sure, if I ever made it back to Earth, I was saving up for a bidet.

Without giving me a chance to hop off, Exton lifted me down. “Come.”

Once we were back in the fence, he re-tied me to the fence and resumed his spot on the couch. Fucker.

My breasts felt heavier than normal. It was not a great feeling. Didn’t milk dry up if you stopped nursing? It would serve them right if that happened to me. But they’d probably just pump me full of more milk producing whatever it was. I laid down and turned onto my stomach so that my aching breasts pressed into the material. The cooling sensation brought instant relief.

Chapter Nine

My breasts were driving me crazy. The discomfort had woken me from my nap. I wiggled myself around, so they were on the cool material, but that only helped for a little while. When I’d been naked on my bed in the barn, the material had absorbed any milk seepage. Now my milk got caught in the leaves of the vines and left me with uncomfortable wet spots to lay in. Fuck. I was going to need to let off some pressure or I might just explode. Or at least that’s what it felt like.

Ignoring the discomfort was not an option at this point. If the aliens didn’t milk me soon, I may get desperate enough to actually give in and apologize. The more I tried to take my mind off my poor, aching breasts, the more I couldn’t think of anything else. They felt hard and I swear I’d gotten even bigger in my sleep. I’d kill for some pain reliever.

With no way of measuring the passage of time, I wasn’t sure how long I’d slept. Glancing at the couch showed me that Taclan was taking a turn guarding me, but he appeared fully engrossed in whatever was on the tablet in his hands.

Desperation drove me to attack the vines holding me hostage. The fence was made of a smooth metal with no jagged edges, but I see-sawed the vines back and forth and prayed for a miracle. I wanted to get the hell away from this fucked up situation. I was sick of being treated like a lowly farm animal. If I could free myself from the fence, I’d worry about the vines holding my wrists together once I was out of the dome.

Exhaustion was setting in, but I continued attempting to break loose. Taclan hadn’t looked up once, so I kept going. I could have wept with joy when the first strand broke free but contained my excitement so as not to draw attention. I went over my options as I worked. Running seemed like a safe bet. I’m sure someone on this stupid planet had a way of getting back to Earth. Maybe I could bribe them with milk…it was the only thing I had.

When the last vine snapped, I crawled under the fence furthest away from Taclan. I had to get on my belly and worm my way under, my trapped hands making it even more difficult. My ginormous breasts almost didn’t fit, but I finally made it through.

I stayed low, attempting to stay out of sight, but I didn’t know if anything in here could cause harm to a human, so I was careful not to touch any of the plants. The door was not where I thought it should be. Fuck me. The dome was a lot bigger than I’d thought. Backtracking seemed like the best plan. Sweat was pouring off my body, and I was getting more and more frustrated.

When I spotted the door, I took off running toward it. Fuck being stealthy. I needed out. I tried running my hand over the screen like the alien had done, but nothing happened. Pressing my hand against it, then randomly stabbing at it produced the same result. The symbols that appeared meant nothing to me.

A rustle came from behind me. Panicking, I went with what worked at home. When in doubt, pound the crap out of it. My clasped fists rapped against it desperately.

“Come on you piece of shit. Let me out!”

“I’m sorry. I don’t understand that command,” a feminine voice replied to my plea. “How can I be of service?”

Huh.The dome talked.

“Open the door, please.”

“Certainly. If you would like to give me your destination, I will bring up a map and show you the fastest route,” the voice said.

After glancing over my shoulder, I nodded eagerly. “The nearest airport. Or spaceport. Umm, somewhere I can charter a spaceship,” I blurted out.

“Certainly. The red dot is where you are currently standing. The blue is the Milky Way Space Station with flights leaving twice daily.”

I wiped the sweat off my forehead with my bound wrists and studied the map that showed up on the screen.

“Thanks.” I stepped outside and took off running through the garden, looking for places with the most coverage. All I needed was to stumble into a farmer while trying to run away. Running with my hands tied was not as easy as it sounded. But I didn’t want to waste time trying to free my wrists.

When I heard loud shouts coming from the dome, I sped up. I’d hoped it would take them longer to discover my escape. I’d kill for a pair of runners and some damn clothes. My foot hit something hard, and I went down. My poor aching breasts felt like they were on fire when I hit the ground. At least I was on soft grass.

“Fuck!” I lay panting for a moment before jerkily getting to my feet and taking off again. Zigzagging through the enormous plants while trying to find a way out.

“3592!” The shout came from behind me. “We know you are out here. Zara informed us that you left the dome.”

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