Page 96 of M!lked For His Pleasure

Emotionally spent, I flopped back down on the bed and offered one last moment of resistance by throwing a tantrum—kicking and pounding my fists into the mattress.

But it didn’t take long before I was exhausted and didn't want to fight anymore. I didn’t want to care anymore. It hurt too much. My stomach rumbled and reminded me that I hadn't eaten all day.

Not that it mattered.

In a way, starving myself had been a way to passively get back at these assholes, but somehow even without touching most of the food that was brought to my room I kept producing milk. Huge quantities of it. The doctors seemed to be delighted about it.

I lay on my back and stared up at the ceiling panels with their soft glow of fake daylight. The bed was soft gentle currents in the air brushed across my skin and raised goosebumps on my exposed flesh.

Compared to where I’d been kept when I first arrived, this was paradise. It wasn't that long ago I’d been housed in a metal cage with a grate beneath me to allow my piss and shit to fall away and keep me from lying in my own filth. But after I’d arrived at the facility and that strange white liquid had been injected into my breasts, everything had changed. And not just my body.

After the treatments were completed the women who had been kidnapped with me, the ones who had survived, were taken to another room in the facility to have our milk tested… it was after that I’d been brought to this room. Given my own bed. My own bathroom. Heaven.

But why? Had my milk been deemed special?

They'd never say. These fucking aliens never even talk to me. I'm nothing to them. My heart ached for attention, for a kind word, a tender touch.

I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to let my mind go blank, but there was too much swirling around in there to allow me to sleep.

A sudden metallic click echoed in the room and I sat up. The door, invisible until the mechanisms came to life, slid open to reveal the stark white metal panels of the hallway. My heart beat rapidly in my chest and my breath caught in my throat as I pressed my lips together.

Selnar stood in the doorway and stared at me with hungry eyes.

"Come on, get on your knees," he said. His voice was rough and deep and sent a shiver down my spine, but I hesitated.

My pussy was dripping wet, desperate to be filled by Selnar’s deep blue cock. My breasts ached and I knew that my nipples would start leaking their precious fluid at any moment to soak the shapeless dress that I wore.

I slid off the bed and onto the floor. It was hard under my knees, but I didn’t care.

He stared down at me, his eyes fixed on the wet circles that had soaked the front of my dress. My cheeks burned with embarrassment, but Selnar’s cock was hard in his leather breeches and I could see the outline of his thick member. He leaned down and grabbed hold of the neckline of my dress. With a grunt he ripped it open to expose my aching breasts.

"You want my cock, don’t you?" he whispered in my ear. His breath was fishy and hot, but I still craved the attention he gave and my pussy grew wetter.

As I reached for his pants to pull them down, he thrust his hips forward and I took hold of his thick, veiny, cock. It waswarm, leathery, and hard. I wrapped my fingers around the base of his shaft and began to stroke him. He let out a low growl and I felt my pussy quiver with need. In my head, I screamed for him to fuck me. I begged for it... gagged for it. But I remained silent before I took the thick purple head of his cock into my mouth.

I pulled on his leather belt and used my free hand to slide his pants down over his muscular ass. I wanted to feel his skin, wanted to feel his cock inside me, filling me, instead of just in my mouth.

I still didn't want to admit that I was becoming addicted to his large blue cock. It had almost been a week since I'd last been fucked and it had been more than a month since my last orgasm. Selnar, didn't care if I came, just that he did... over and over again.

My body needed an orgasm and it needed it today.

I leaned forward and began to stroke him with my hand as my mouth moved over his cock and my tongue teased at the base of his purple cockhead.

"Ohhh, fuck," he moaned.

He moved his hand to the back of my head and gave a light push. Obediently, I relaxed my jaw and let him fuck my mouth. His thrusts were strong and deep, choking me enough to make my eyes water. The bastard. My pussy throbbed with need and I moaned as his cock pressed deep into my throat.

His hand tightened in my hair, holding me still while he used my mouth. After a few more thrusts, he pulled back and pulled my head backwards. As my lips slid away from his cock I glared up at him. I hated the smile on his face as he reached down to lift me to my feet.

With one hand he ripped my dress down the center and the fabric fell to the floor, leaving me naked in front of him.

He pushed me back onto the bed and then grabbed my waist to flip me over and onto my knees. His hands were on the smallof my back, forcing me forward, crushing my breasts into the bed. I moaned as I lifted my ass into the air.

Finally.

"Time for the milking..." he said and I shook my head, a slight whimper escaping my throat. Fear coursed through me, but it wasn't from my own personal fear and anxiety. I didn't know what to expect. Was he simply fantasizing? Was this some kind of alien kink?

I turned and looked, his head was thrown back, eyes closed. "Time for your milking..." he groaned again.

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