Page 95 of M!lked For His Pleasure

Milked by the Alien Billionaire

Lina Carlyle

Chapter One

Marcelle

AKA: Specimen #7822

There were two-hundred and eleven black tiles on the bathroom floor. I knew this because I'd sat my ass on the toilet and counted them every day for the last who-knows-how-long.

I'd been locked up in this fucking room all day and alone. The boredom was growing painfully overwhelming, but so was my need to have sex. In the past I'd never considered myself an overly sexual person, but ever since I’d been brought to this godforsaken hellhole in space I'd been transformed into a very different creature.

My tits were huge and super sensitive and my pussy was hungry for cock. The milk that dripped from my nipples on a daily basis was apparently some kind of delicacy for these aliens and my handler, Selnar, drools whenever my milk leaks out of my nipples during sex.

All-in-all, my life is pretty fucking awful and this was most definitely not part of my five year plan.

I got up from the toilet, walked into the bedchamber, and threw myself down on the bed.

I stared at the ceiling panels for a moment and then balled my hands into fists on the coverlet. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. "Fuck, me!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

I sat up and listened for any noise from outside the doors, but it was silent. Selnar was supposed to be standing guard outside, but I had a feeling that the blue motherfucker didn’t do much guarding.

I tossed my head back onto the bed and sighed. I really did want to get fucked.

I rolled onto my side and my massive tits took a moment to catch up. They were truly larger than life. The injections they'd given me since I was abducted had ballooned my breasts into something better suited to kinky porno movies, but on the Geon VI space farming station, either your tits grew massive and produced milk, or you were taken to the rendering plant to be disposed of like an old worthless farm animal.

That was an option I'd been trying my hardest to fight against since I realized that's what I'd become, but my body seemed to be against me.

My pussy ached to be touched, and I couldn’t wait for Selnar forever. I reached down and slid my fingers through my slick folds, flicking my clit and rubbing it roughly between my fingers. I moaned and closed my eyes as I imagined the only being I'd fucked since I arrived in this shithole of a space station. Selnar. His thick, blue cock filled me completely, but he didn't know what he was doing.

Not really.

He treated our passionless fucking like a job, and it was clear enough that it wasn’t a job that he enjoyed very much.Being assigned to guard me kept him alive and well fed. It was something that kept him from ending up in the sulfur mines. I'd heard about the bad places on the planet below... The mines and the rendering plants.

Awful, dangerous, and filled with the cries and pleadings of those without power, hope, or a future.

I sighed and tried to get the mental images out of my head, but each time I closed my eyes there they were, or worse yet... the memories of my milkings.

I'd only had to experience two of the ceremonies so far, but my god were they awful. The gown that I had to wear for each milking was hung in my wardrobe—hidden away so I wouldn’t have to look at it.

A gown? I snorted. It was nothing more than a length of gossamer material that left everything on display. My tits, pussy, and ass were exposed for the doctors to probe, touch... and examine. My throat closed with emotion and I fought the tears that welled up in my eyes. I wasn’t going to cry.

Fuck that.

I was starting to have trouble remembering things about my past, but my mother's words were still fresh in my mind:"Never let them see you cry, Marcelle. Don't give them the power over you."

But my mother could never have imagined that I would be here… or what I would be facing. My... mom. My chest tightened and I suppressed a sob.

She must be worried about me… or had she already given up hope that I would be found. I’d been kidnapped. I was just another face on a missing persons poster.

Fuck.

"Damn, you," I screamed and pointed at the new camera that had been installed above my bed a few days ago.

Who was watching me? I didn't know. What did they want to see? How would I know? But what I showed them now was my middle finger.

"Go fuck yourself," I muttered as darkly as I could.

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