Page 83 of M!lked For His Pleasure

Another voice came from my left. “It is not safe for you in the garden. Show yourself, 3592, before you get hurt.”

“Fuck that,” I whispered to myself as I kept going. My breathing sounded loud in the near silence of the garden.

“You are only adding to your punishment, 3592,” the loud bellow was way too close for comfort.

Fuck me, the assholes are boxing me in.I turned abruptly, trying to distance myself from the bellowing alien. Something sliced across my cheek, forcing a short scream before I could bite it back. My hands came away from my face covered in blood when I instinctively reached up to check how bad it was.

A branch from a towering shrub wrapped around my arm, slowing my run. I yanked away, and more blood flowed out of my body. Vines came from nowhere, slithering around like snakes and attempting to wrap around my legs. I bit my tongue and jumped over them, kicking out at the overzealous flora.

“We can smell you’ve been injured, 3592. As can our garden. Some of our beauties would love to feast on your blood, so it would be best to stop running.”

The plants want to eat me? Holy shit, I gotta get out of this goddamned alien nightmare.

I slid around a corner and saw a fence up ahead. Please let it be safer on the other side. Ignoring the tears streaming down my face, I ran for all I was worth. According to the map, I just had to head south once I was away from the farm.

My forward trajectory was brought to an abrupt halt as I was tackled to the ground. When I tried to look up, all I could see was yellow. I screamed out my rage and pain, struggling to free myself.

Taclan pulled his robe off my head, so I was able to see. He held me tightly. “Be still, 3592. We need to get to the path for your safety.”

Osin arrived and wasted no time in picking me up off the ground where I was still struggling. “What were you thinking?” His deep voice caused a shiver to run through me.

He threw me over his shoulder, swatted me across the ass, and strode back through the garden. Before I knew it, we were back at the door to the dome.

The disappointment running through my body vied with the pain of my abused body and rock-hard breasts. Every brush against my chest caused more agony.

“Please put me down,” I gritted out, not wanting to admit how sore I really was. My will to fight had diminished rapidly with each step back toward the dome.

Osin ignored me as he carried me through the dome and into the washroom, Taclan and Exton close behind. Fuck my life.

He set me down and held my arms until I was steady on my feet. When he let go, I sank to my knees and leaned forward into a ball, choking back a sob. Moisture flooded my eyes before overflowing down my cheeks. I’d failed. And now I’d have to face the consequences. My cheek burned. My skin was itchy. Even though I hadn’t made it far, I was a hot, stinky mess. Cows didn’t have the luxury of deodorant. All I wanted to do was sleep.

One of the aliens bent down in front of me, but I kept my head tucked tight against my knees.

“We will heal you, 3592. Get the med pack.”

The water turned on and warm sweat smelling liquid flowed over my body, taking away some of the itch. I don’t know how it worked, but the water didn’t need me to move. It streamed its way into every nook and cranny till I was clean. It gave me a moment of relief from the pain in my breasts, but it didn’t last.When the water touched my cheek, I let out a low groan of pain before biting my lip to silence myself.

Warm air followed. Once it had done its job, hands grasped me under my arms and pulled me into a standing position until I was facing Exton. He scooped me up, bridle style this time and carried me to a couch near where I’d been tied to the fence.

“This shouldn’t hurt,” Osin said as he sat down beside me. He ran a strange rod over my check and then my legs and ankles. The pain and itch disappeared…except from my breasts. I was desperate for relief.

“No,” Osin growled when he saw my hand reach out.

I was so done. “Fuck! Fine. I give up. Please, please just milk me already.” I cursed my weak body.

“We’ve been researching how to domesticate wild cows, so we are now better equipped to deal with your misbehavior,” Taclan said, ignoring my begging.

“Who knew humans had perfected the art of submission?” Exton pulled something from his robe, but I couldn’t tell what it was.

Osin patted my knee. “Yes. The BDSM videos taught us exactly what unruly cows need. We didn’t understand, but now we do.”

“What? No,” I exclaimed. “BDSM isn’t for cows. It’s…” Ah fuck, how the hell do I explain that yes, it was about submission, but it was also about boundaries, trust and consent. Things these kidnapping shit for brains had no understanding of.

“Silence,” Taclan growled. “You will only speak when asked a question.”

I was shocked into silence when he pulled his robe off and his extra set of arms casually folded it and laid it on a chair nearby. Yes, he had two sets of freaking arms. I didn’t know what to look at first, the extra arms or his bare chest. Holy hell did he have muscles.

The loose harem style pants did little to hide his muscular thighs. A part of me couldn’t help but be curious about their dicks.Would they be human-like or freaky deky like the extra arms?

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