Page 99 of M!lked For His Pleasure

With the gentle tease of my fingers, the surge of another orgasm started deep in my belly and flooded my senses so quickly it was as if an electric surge had shot through my body. My pussy quivered and clenched, tightening around my fingers. Tears filled my eyes and flowed down my cheeks, as the sensation consumed me. I fell back against the tub, satiated, and let the water cover my body as I shuddered with delicious release.

I don't know how long I laid in the water, but I stayed in the tub until the temperature cooled enough to be uncomfortable. I reached for a soft, white towel and wrapped it around my shoulders and hugged it to my body.

I padded across the room, and dried myself quickly before I dropped the towel onto the floor. I flipped off the lights and crawled into bed, naked.

When I’d woken up on the alien craft that had stolen me away from my life on earth, I’d been stripped naked and forced to wear a thick metal collar. The same one that encircled my throat now. I was forced to sleep naked on the grated floor. Forced to sleep naked in a room full of other women who had also been taken and collared and forced to undergo the same treatments as me.

I’d gotten used to it.

Being naked.

Being isolated.

Slowly, I began to drift off to sleep, the familiar weightlessness of the dream world, coming to carry me away. Maybe I’d have good dreams this time… something happy from my past. My mother’s face, my apartment in LA… anything but the nightmares that usually plagued my sleep.

Anything.

The man had tried to buy me a drink at the bar, but I didn't take it. The look in his eyes at the audacity of my rejection had terrified me in the moment, but now haunted me as I hid away in a dark alleyway in Ventura. I usually felt safe in these streets—bright and boho, the cheerful lightbulbs that swung over the restaurant patios in the gentle ocean breeze.

But tonight was different. It felt darker.

Colder.

A skittering sound came from behind me and I glanced over my shoulder and held my breath. A homeless man lay motionless under last Sunday's newspaper, but the noise had come from the rat that jumped from the dumpster I was hiding behind.

Another sound from somewhere behind me made my breath catch in my chest. Fear sent my heart racing, but my mind tried desperately to stop my body from making noise. My lungs burned from the lack of oxygen and I was forced to take a breath.

Fear soaked my brow and my legs trembled as I squatted low to remain in the shadows, these heels had been labeled my come-fuck-me heels, but now they threatened to give away my location with each clopping step.

With trembling arms and legs, I put my hands on the side of the dumpster and tried to peer around the side of the only thing shielding me from whatever monster was coming down the alleyway. As I shifted my weight, I realized my right leg had fallen asleep and without warning, I toppled headlong into the middle of the alley. My face pressed against the wet pavement and the smell of urine and rotting garbage seeped into my nose, but my adrenaline kept me from gagging.

Another footstep and a skittering echoed in the darkness.

I froze.

I listened.

I prayed.

"Marcelle," a man's voice came from down the alley, too far to see in this poor light, but close enough to hear each and every one of his footsteps. "Is that you, girly?"

I scrambled back to the shadows, just in case he hadn't actually seen me. My mind swirled with indecision.

Should I run? Fight? Scream?

But who would listen?

I didn’t know how far I’d run, but I wasn’t even sure that the cops patrolled this area at night.

"Hey, baby," the monster said as he continued down the alleyway. "Where are you? I know you're here... somewhere." His tone darkened with the last of his words. More a growl than anything.

He was angry.

Predatory.

Hunting me.

But there was nowhere to go...hide.

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