Chapter 1: AKA Specimen #7822

Chapter One

Marcelle

AKA: Specimen #7822

T here 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.

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 was warm, 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 small of 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.

His cock grew another inch, a purple strand of pre-cum drooled from the tip. It was warm and thick, like a vein of cool lava flowing and I licked my lips in anticipation. I knew what that alien cum tasted like… thick and sweet like cream.

He moved his hand under my ass and pulled it upward as he pressed his cockhead against my pussy. I moaned and pushed back to force the thick head of his cock into my folds. I winced as I felt him spread me open, his big, leathery cock was wide and thick, almost too big, but I wanted it.

My pussy was on fire, an inferno of need. I breathed deeply and then let out a moan. I waited as I felt his weight shift, as he pushed himself deeper into my pussy and then forced his cock deep.

"Fuck me hard," I moaned as he thrust forward. My pussy was gushing and wet and his cock slid into me with ease. His cock was so big, and it fucking hurt to be stretched so wide, but at the same time, I loved it. Craved it.

Fuck me. Split me open. Ruin me .

"Ooohhh... yes, yes," I moaned as I grabbed the sheets for support. My massive breasts began to ache and drip as I felt his cock swell inside me.

He thrust his cock harder and harder into me as his hands tightened on my hips. I moaned, my pussy quivering around his cock.

Every time he grunted and pushed into me, I pushed back, grinding my hips up and down as sweat trickled down my body. The pleasure of the moment, the feeling of needing to cum was overwhelming. I moaned and tried to speak, but my words were cut short by a loud squirt.

I tried to rise up, but it was coming too fast. I cried out as a hot, milky stream burst out of my tits and cascaded down my body, soaking the coverlet. Selnar leaned forward and grabbed my breasts, rubbing his hands over my nipples, plucking and teasing them to encourage the milk to flow.

His groan was loud in my ears as his cock pulsed and he came inside me. He shook and jerked as he filled my cunt with hot, purple, cum that trickled down my legs and onto the bed.

Without a word, he pulled out and grabbed hold of his breeches to pull them up and refasten them around his waist.

"No," I begged. "You can't leave me like this... I didn't come."

I pushed my hand between my legs, rubbing my clit furiously as I tried to ride the wave that had built inside me, but it faded too quickly and I groaned in defeat as I slumped against the soaking coverlet.

He shrugged. "Not my problem."

The smug look on his face sent me into a rage. I rose up onto my knees and lunged for him, raising my hand to smash him across the face.

But he was quick and caught my wrist before I could strike him. His painful grasp around my wrist was tight and he dragged me off the bed and onto the floor. My knees struck the metal panels and I cried out at the sudden sharp pain.

The anger in his eyes darkened into something different as he glared down at me. Was he murderous? Had I pushed him too far?

"Please," I said. "Let me go... you're hurting me."

He tightened his grip.

My head spun and my vision blurred as the pain took over. I sobbed and begged him to release me, but he only snarled down at me. Suddenly, he looked up at the camera above my bed and released his hold on my wrist with a grunt of disgust.

"I'll be back to bring you for the next milking," he growled. Without another word, he marched toward the door and left my room.

"Fuck, you," I screamed at the door as it closed behind him. "Fuck... you." I fell to the floor in a heap of ragged sobs.

I lay on the cold floor in a heap of nakedness, covered in thick purple cum, the milk that leaked from my aching breasts, and filled with despair. How was I ever going to escape this place?

I looked up at the camera and wondered who was behind that all-seeing eye.

Whoever it was, they clearly had power.

More power than I had or Selnar for that matter. My curiosity empowered me to stand and march into the bathroom to take a bath.

I needed to scald everything that had just happened from my skin.

I turned on the water and watched it fill the tub. Steam clouded over the mirror and floated in the air and I took a deep breath of the heaviness of it. I felt human when I could bathe. It was the only time.

While the tub filled, I stepped into the shower to rinse Selnar's thick purple cum out of my pussy and off my thighs, and soaked my hair with the cool water. I kept a careful eye on the tub, and when the water brushed against the edge I snapped off the shower and rushed over to the tub to turn off the tap.

I leaned against the side of the stone basin and swept my fingers through the water. I let out a heavy sigh and then swung my legs over the side and stepped into the water.

I winced at the heat of it, but then groaned as I sank down into the water and let it envelop me in its stinging embrace.

Who was behind the cameras that had been installed in my room? There was one in the bathroom, too… I stared up at it and watched its blinking red light.

Pervert.

But who was watching?

The doctors? Probably not. They only cared about my milk production. So it had to be someone else.

Maybe it was one of the corporate suits who watched from behind the glass wall during the milkings…

Was he powerful? Definitely. Rich? Probably.

I laid my head against the back of the tub and closed my eyes as my mind began to drift once again.

Alien or not, what I really wanted to know was whether the man behind the cameras was at least handsome.

My tits were heavy even in the hot water and my pussy was slick as I pressed my thighs together. I reached down and began exploring my own folds and crevices.

What would he look like? This watcher… Was he watching now?

I smiled as my fingers skimmed over my clit. It was hard with my unspent arousal and I felt it throb with my racing pulse. I squeezed it between my finger and thumb as I shut my eyes and imagined the watcher's face. The sharpness of his cheekbones, the soft swell of his full lips, and the intensity of his dark, soulful eyes.

I envisioned his arms wrapped around me, his hands would stroke my sides before they ran down my hips and grabbed my ass in a firm grip that would make me yelp in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

The vision in my head was so powerful that my long-awaited orgasm swept over me.

My pussy clenched and my body shook as I moaned and bit my lip to stifle a scream. I grabbed a long, smooth piece of soap and began rubbing my body with it, massaging my sensitive skin. I pressed my tits together, lubricating them with the soap and the milk that leaked from my hardened nipples.

I could just imagine his hands on my breasts, squeezing them and kneading them as he suckled at my swollen teats. I rubbed my free hand over my nipples and pinched them hard as I imagined what my mysterious lover would do to me.

I arched my back and spread my legs, opening my pussy to my invisible lover as my fingers worked feverishly over my clit while my climax roared in my veins.

I held my breath, shut my eyes and imagined his hands on my ass, slapping it.

"Fuck me," I moaned. "Give me the fucking I've been craving."

I pulled my hand away from my breasts and slid it between my legs. As one hand worked my clit, I pushed the fingers of my other hand into my eager pussy and then teased at my asshole.

"Oh... yes," I moaned. "I love that. I love that so fucking much."

I pressed my thumb into my asshole as I worked my pussy with my fingers, twisting and pumping them in and out of my cunt.

My breasts ached as I fucked myself at a frenzied pace, chasing the climax that I wanted. The one that would make me see stars and beg for more.

I wanted my ass slapped. I wanted to be called a filthy whore… I wanted it all. The thought of my alien lover abusing me for my own pleasure and turning me into his fuck toy only made me moan louder.

"Yeess," I moaned as my pussy clenched around my fingers. I pushed my thumb deeper into my ass and then gasped as my orgasm crashed over me, becoming more intense with each passing second. Water splashed onto the tiled floor, but I didn't care. This was fucking heaven.

I pulled my fingers out of my pussy and shoved them into my mouth, tasting the sweetness of my body on my digits as I moved my other hand slowly over my clit, drawing out my pleasure.

I pushed my breasts together and licked at my hard nipples, tasting the strange tang of my milk on my tongue. Why did they value this fluid so much?

My pussy was on fire, the heat was so intense, I thought I was going to burst into flames. But it was a good feeling. A satisfying feeling.

Finally.

I could have cried.

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.

I staggered to my feet, prepared to run, but these damn shoes made my ankles tremble. I kicked them off and stepped down onto the wet, dirty pavement. My toes sank into something soft and squishy, but I didn't bother to look down.

What was the point?

I was dead, anyway.

From my left, I saw his form as he approached, huge and hulking, and I ran for it. I ran with all my might. My toes dug painfully into the concrete beneath me as I tried to gain traction and pick up speed.

A hand grabbed me from behind, and I screamed.

"Help!" I looked around and saw no one. "Help me! Please!"

He shoved me against the wall, my face pressed against the rough bricks. Little bits of grit cut into the soft skin of my cheeks and I cried out in pain as he held me against the wall.

The crazed man put his hand over my mouth and pinched my nose closed. I tried desperately to breathe, kicking against him, writhing in place trying to free myself.

But nothing made his grip loosen.

My vision began to blur, spin, and tunnel. He was going to kill me, suffocate me right then and there.

I flailed and struggled as my strength faded. "Help!" I screamed and then the concrete dropped out from beneath my feet and I fell?—

Onto the cold metal floor of my room.

I choked and coughed as the dream faded away. For a moment, I didn't know where I was. I was confused, and tears streamed down my face as I gasped for air. My eyes searched the room. It was familiar, but not mine.

The realization that I was captive, held against my will, by a race of aliens who had taken possession of my body and twisted my genetics for their own gain… Milking me for some faceless galactic corporate entity. The realization sent bile rushing up from my belly.

I lurched forward and vomited on the floor. Not once, but over and over again.

Completely spent, I pushed myself up to a sitting position, sobbing as I spat the taste of my vomit out of my mouth. I tugged on the edge of the bedsheet and used it to wipe the sweat, tears, and bile from my face and then looked up at the blinking red light on the camera above my bed.

Did you like what you saw? I thought bitterly.

Who are you and what do you want from me?