Chapter 3

Chapter Three

T wo more meals were delivered to my chamber, each one more delicious than the last, but the amber-skinned guard who delivered the trays and took away the empty ones didn't speak to me. He barely looked at me.

"What's going on?" I demanded.

But the door slid closed and I was alone again.

Solitary confinement.

As much as I'd hated Selnar, at least he was some kind of contact... some kind of reminder that I was alive. This? This was torture.

And I was bored. There was only so much masturbating a girl could do.

But on the plus side, I now had a face to go with the mysterious figure behind the cameras that watched my room. I pretended that the handsome emerald-green alien was watching me as I walked across the floor of my room and went about the mundane tasks that filled my otherwise empty days.

I took long baths, massaged my aching breasts, all the while imagining that he was watching me and stroking his thick green cock while he did it.

I sat in my chair and stared at the false window and the flickering images of earth that played over the screen. I tried to imagine what my mom was doing... or my sisters. Had they stopped looking for me? I barely remembered my life in LA, would my work have even cared that I didn't show up on Monday morning? They'd probably just replaced me with someone from the temp pool without a second thought.

"Fuckers," I murmured.

The door of my chamber slid open and I spun my chair around. My stomach growled at the anticipation of more food. My temporary rebellion had been forgotten with the sudden change in my diet and I found myself actually looking forward to the meals that my silent guard delivered.

But this time, it wasn't the amber-skinned alien who stepped through the door. It was a doctor with deep red skin and a tail like a lizard that swung behind him.

What the fuck...

He was flanked by three armed guards and another blue-skinned doctor followed. Dr. Alien Lizard carried a large datapad, and he tapped at the screen while he looked me up and down.

"Stand, please," he said in a crisply accented voice.

I did as I was told, but my knees felt weak as one of the guards clipped a chain onto my collar.

"Lift up your dress," the doctor said.

"I—"

His pale gray eyes burned into mine and I did as I was told, but paused after lifting it just above my midsection.

"Higher," the doctor commanded.

I pulled it up higher, to my neck and stood there awkwardly with the fabric bunched like a scarf under the metal collar.

The second doctor stepped forward and opened a metal case that contained three syringes filled with the same pearly white liquid I'd been injected with countless times before my first milking.

"What—"

The guard who held my chain tightened his grip and I gasped as the metal collar bit into my throat.

The blue-skinned doctor's black eyes flicked to me, and then he focused on the task at hand. The needle was long and thick and I felt panic rising in my throat as he pulled it out of the case. The doctor with the datapad didn't look at me as the blue-skinned alien tucked the metal case in his pocket and took hold of my right breast.

He pinched the nipple between his thumb and forefinger and I moaned in fear as he inserted the needle into the tip of my nipple.

I closed my eyes tight and tried not to move as he injected the white fluid into my breast. A cold sensation spread through my breast and a cold sweat rippled over me as he removed the needle and massaged my breast to move the fluid into the tissue.

He repeated the same motions with my left breast and my knees shook as I fought to stay still.

The cold sensation that spread through my chest was a heady mix of pain and pleasure and I squeezed my thighs together to try and put some pressure on my throbbing pussy. My fingers itched to slide between my folds and orgasm as quickly as possible.

The blue-skinned doctor pulled the final needle from the case and was prepared to inject me again, but the red-skinned alien stopped him,

"How do you feel?" he asked me. He stepped close as his pale eyes looked me over in what I could only guess was a clinical kind of appraisal.

"I— I don't feel any different," I choked out.

He nodded and tapped on the datapad. "You might feel some sensitivity, some increased tenderness, in your breasts."

"What— What was in the shot?"

"Nothing you haven't had before, but the dose has been increased. Your data says that you're well equipped to handle it."

Thanks? Good to know?

I felt cold all over and my hands clenched into fists at my sides. The guard that held my chain pulled it tight and I winced as the cold metal pressed against my throat.

"You were due to be milked," the doctor continued in a casual tone, "but there has been a change of plans."

"Oh—"

The red-skinned alien's tail swept across the floor behind him and I swallowed hard. He tapped on his data pad again and looked up at the camera above us.

"Who— Who had the cameras installed?" I asked. "Does everyone have a camera in their room?"

"Just you," the doctor said crisply.

"But—"

"Your milk has been purchased by an investor," the doctor said as he tucked the data pad under his arm. He snapped his fingers and the amber-skinned guard who had brought me back to my chamber set a package down on the end of the bed.

"He asked that cameras be put in my room? But— why?"

The doctor's smile was so brief that I thought I'd imagined it. "The milking will take place in a few days' time. When we can be certain that the new treatments haven't been rejected by your body, you'll be taken to him."

"Rejected—" I murmured.

"You will be taken to his ship, milked, and returned," he said crisply. He grabbed hold of my chin and leaned close to whisper in my ear. "You will comply with every command, and will be an obedient little hucow."

I whimpered as his fingers dug into my jaw.

"I will," I whispered.

"Good." He released his hold on me and stepped back. The doctor snapped his fingers and the chain was released from my collar. I stumbled backwards and tugged my dress back down over my swollen breasts.

The doctors strode from the room, followed by the guards who kept their weapons at the ready.

I almost laughed.

What did any of them have to fear from me?

The package on the end of the bed was tempting and I glanced back at the camera that looked over my bed. A present?

Anything to distract me from the throb in my suddenly heavy breasts.

With shaking hands I took hold of the package and unwrapped the silken fabric that concealed the contents. As it fell away, the present was revealed to be a small pot made of a stone I'd never seen before. The smooth, deep green stone was shot through with paler green veins. It was a beautiful item and I looked up at the camera briefly before I examined the pot again.

I lifted the stone lid and held it up to my nose. The fragrance was spicy and sweet, like roses after rain, but it was also unfamiliar in ways I could never imagine.

I dipped a tentative finger into the pot and swept my finger through the fragrant salve. I rubbed it between my fingers and smiled as it warmed against my skin and turned slippery. Like lube. The most fragrant lube I'd ever used. Feeling lightheaded, I touched my slick fingertip to my lips and sighed. It tasted just as good as it smelled.

Heavenly.

There was no mystery as to what I was meant to do with this gift and I smiled up at the camera as I pulled my dress over my head and dropped it onto the floor.

I crawled onto the bed, trying to remember what it was like to be sexy... I had almost forgotten any seduction tricks I'd used before?—

I bit down on my lip.

I didn't know why I thought it was a good idea to seduce the man behind the cameras, the one who had purchased me for a... a private milking.

I swallowed hard and arranged my pillows so that I could sit upright and support my mountainous breasts properly. And to show them off to their best advantage. This was what the aliens wanted, wasn't it? My tits. My teats...

The precious fluid that leaked from my aching nipples.

That was what had been purchased.

Maybe I was fooling myself to hope that he might want to fuck me, too.

With the little stone pot cupped in my hand I looked up at the camera's blinking red light and removed the lid. I set it beside me on the bed and dipped my fingers into the pot.

The salve was cool, but the warmth of my fingers turned it slick in seconds. Testing it, I spread the salve over my breasts, massaging in small circles from my collarbones down to the aching peaks of my nipples.

The salve felt even better against my chest than it had on my fingers. It sank into my skin, warming quickly and I sighed at the way it soothed my burning skin. I dipped my fingers back in the pot and spread it over my breasts, washing away the ache. After a few minutes I tentatively lifted my swollen breasts, only to gasp as my fingers ran over the tight, hard buds of my nipples. Goosebumps spread across my skin as my fingertips skimmed over the tightened skin, and I arched my back.

The salve made my nipples grow harder, but as I rubbed it into my flesh, the salve also seemed to soothe the pain. I squeezed my eyes shut and leaned back against the pillows. I was so hungry. I needed to be milked soon. With the tip of my finger I drew small circles around my nipples, stopping when my breasts ached too much. I opened my eyes with a gasp and stared at the camera. What did he want to see?

He couldn't watch my every move, could he?

But of course he could.

I rubbed the salve over my breasts, both hands kneading and rolling them as I gasped and panted. I could feel my pussy thrumming with arousal. The sharp pleasure of my aching nipples mingled with the throbbing desire in my pussy .=

I bit down on my lip, trying to keep my mouth shut, but I couldn't help the soft moans and whimpers that escaped. I rolled my nipples against my palms, easing the intensity of the pleasure.

I rubbed my breasts, squeezing them and shifting them as I gently caressed myself and moved my pillows so I could lean back. I grabbed the stone pot and scooped out more salve with my fingers. I spread it over my palms and massaged it into my tits.

I was impossibly wet, and I could feel my juices flowing down my thighs. I moved my knees apart, lifting my legs and resting them on my pillows. I smiled up the camera as I spread my pussy lips with my fingers.

I moaned as I spread the salve over my clit.

I knew he could see me.

I knew he was watching me and I didn't care. He wanted to watch me come, right?

He couldn't know that my slick, swollen pussy was hungry for his emerald green cock... My pussy throbbed and ached with need. Desperate to be stretched, filled, and fucked. I wanted whoever was watching to see me come.

A louder moan escaped my lips as I slid two fingers into my cunt. Before I'd felt the achy desire to be milked. Now I needed to come.

Now.

I spread my legs as wide as I could as I fucked myself with my hand. The salve was warm and slick on my fingers as I pumped them into my hungry cunt. I moaned and arched my back, feeling the pain in my swollen breasts as I stuffed my fingers into my aching pussy.

My free hand rubbed over my breasts, and I rolled my nipples between my fingers and pushed my breasts together. As I tugged on my nipples, a new sensation coursed through me. A jolt of pleasure that fired straight to my clit and made me groan.

I rubbed my clit hard and my juices trickled down my thighs as I pumped my fingers into my needy pussy. I slid my fingers out of my cunt, wet and slick, and brushed them across my breasts, smearing them with my juices before I stuck my fingers in my mouth and sucked hard.

The pleasure that shot across my skin almost made me tumble off the bed. I cried out as I groaned and then stuffed my fingers into my pussy once more.

I moaned as I slid my fingers over my clit, spreading my juices over my folds and thighs as my pussy throbbed and ached. I needed to come. I needed to come desperately. And I wanted to come in front of the cameras.

My pussy clenched around my fingers and I shouted as I slammed my hand down on my pussy. I rubbed my clit hard, leaving a line of my own juices on my thighs as I pumped my fingers in and out of my hungry cunt.

My other hand squeezed my breast and then rubbed down to my nipple. I squeezed it and gasped at the sudden jolt of pleasure and pain. I squeezed harder, rolling the long nipple between my fingers.

I remembered the mixture of confused pleasure and pain that accompanied the milkings. How the other women moaned and ground against their harnesses in an attempt to put some friction on their clits while they were pumped by the merciless machine.

I tugged harder and groaned as I felt the hot spurt of my milk over my fingers. The motion of my hand on my pussy faltered, but I bit down on my lip and rubbed my clit harder as I tugged on my engorged nipple.

Milking myself as I rubbed my slick fingers over my clit with furious motions.

"That's it," I moaned as the sensations rippled through my body. Pleasure and pain rocketed from my breasts to my pussy and I screamed as my orgasm crashed over me.

My body shuddered as my climax engulfed me.

I struggled to breathe, my body jolting as wave after wave of pain pleasure washed over me. I whimpered and moaned as I tugged harder on my nipples and shoved my cunt against my hand.

"That's it," I groaned as I flung my head back. "That's it." I slammed my fingers into my pussy, fucking myself hard as I rubbed my clit. I squeezed my nipple and tugged. Milk poured down my breasts and dripped down onto my stomach and down onto the bed.

I screamed again as another climax ripped through me, shaking my body as my pussy clenched and spasmed. I'd never come so hard in my life.

I squirmed and moaned as my heart pounded against my ribs. I lay there for too long, waiting for my breathing to steady as I eased my hand away from my pussy and my aching breasts. When I was sure that I could move without falling off the bed I smiled up at the cameras.

I needed a shower.

My god , I thought. How good would it feel to masturbate while being milked? Or to be fucked at the same time? I groaned at the image that slid into my mind. Me strapped to the milking machine, unable to move while the milk was forcibly sucked out of my body, shaking and moaning as a powerful alien drilled his thick cock into my eager pussy.

Ecstasy.

Maybe I wouldn't mind the milkings so much if that were the case...

The light panels in the ceiling hummed to life as the door to my chamber slid open. I groaned and rolled over, but heavy footfalls echoed in the corridor and I sat up straight as four guards marched into the room, led by the amber-skinned alien who had replaced Selnar as my guard.

I'd expected him to fuck me at some point, but he'd never shown any interest in me beyond bringing my food and checking my vital signs with a device that the doctors had given him.

"What's going on?"

One of the guards pulled a piece of clothing from the wardrobe and threw it at me. "Dressed," he growled.

I scrambled out of bed and pulled the garment over my head. The gossamer material hung down my body and was secured by a thick leather strap that encircled my waist like a corset.

As I fumbled with the buckle on the leather belt, a guard clipped a heavy chain to the collar around my neck.

"Come," the guard growled. He jerked on the chain and I stumbled after him. The other three flanked us, creating a wall of muscular alien flesh around me as I was marched out of my chamber and down the hallway.

The metallic panels all looked alike, white and stark. But as they pulled me along, the panels changed. More blinking lights. More data pad screens. And the metallic walls changed from white to black. Hard and foreboding.

"Where are you taking me?" I cried.

"Quiet," the guard growled. A shove from behind made me stumble, but I caught myself before I fell. My breasts ached with every jostling step, and they bounced lewdly as I was hustled down the hallway.

The guards came to a stop in front of a wide bank of monitors and data panels. Other blue-skinned aliens worked the control pads, tapping on screens and speaking their strange language as they did so. I thought I saw Selnar among them, but he didn't look at me.

The guard who held my chain stepped back as a doctor approached from the opposite direction.

I grabbed for my metal collar and held it tightly. "Help me," I said desperately. "Where are they taking me?"

The doctor's smile wasn't comforting. He pulled a large syringe from a metal case and the guards took hold of my arms to keep me still. I cried out as he pressed the needle into the side of my neck and injected me with a solution that made my lips feel numb and my stomach tight.

"What—"

"Take her," the doctor snapped.

The amber-skinned alien jerked on my chain as the other guards released their hold on me, and I stumbled after him as he led me down a narrow hallway filled with glowing green panels.

A low hum vibrated through my bare feet as I tried to keep pace with the guard. We approached a large door and a hatch slid open. The amber-skinned guard paused long enough to tap his fingers against a data panel. The collar around my neck tightened just enough to make me gasp and my knees buckled. I would have fallen but his strong grip on my chain kept me steady.

He said something to the other guards, who each took an arm and lifted me up into the air. I screamed as my toes dragged across the metal floor.

I didn't know this section of the station. The white panels I was used to had been replaced by harsh black walls and the glowing green lights were interspersed with the same red lights that I'd seen in the holding chamber.

At a command from the first guard, the others dropped me, and I fell to the metal floor, gasping and sobbing. My chain was secured to a ring embedded in the floor and I tugged at it helplessly.

"Please—"

The guards did nothing but growl as they filed out of the room. The door slid closed, and I was plunged into darkness.

"No," I howled. "You can't do this!"

But they could do this.

I was the property of the Oria Corporation. I had no say in any of this. Not my torture, not how my body was used...

Wherever they were taking me, I couldn't do anything about it.

The investor who had purchased my milk would be given full control, and I would have to submit, or— no one had mentioned what would happen to me if I didn't comply... but I didn't have to guess. Selnar had made it clear that the only place for me when I'd outlived my usefulness was the rendering plant on the surface of the planet below the Geon VI farming station.

I didn't want that.

I'd do whatever it took to survive this.

My breasts were so heavy, and they ached with every pulse of the ship as it vibrated under me. I pulled my knees into my chest and tried to lean against the metal wall. I rubbed the back of my hand over my numb lips and moved my jaw, but everything felt strange. My tongue was thick in my mouth, and my fingers felt fuzzy…

Fuzzy?

The lights blurred in my vision as the ship thrummed and pulsed. Were the lights moving? What the fuck?—

I fell to the side, my cheek pressed against the cold metal floor. Darkness crashed over me and I fell into the void of emptiness that opened up in my mind.

Finally.