Chapter 4

Chapter Four

M y eyes opened slowly. Whatever the doctor had injected me with had hit me like a ton of bricks, but I didn't know how long I'd been asleep.

Soft music filled the room—I barely remembered what it was like to experience music playing. My existence had been almost silent since my arrival at the Geon VI space farming station.

Music... I blinked away the tears that welled up. How could I have forgotten how much I'd loved it. How could I forget something that had been such a huge part of my life.

But my life was different now. So different.

Was I even myself?

Where was the Marcelle I'd been in all of this horror?

I was lying on something comfortable... a soft mattress with a silken coverlet. I rubbed my hand over it and took a deep breath so that I could inhale the clean scent of fresh linen and flowers.

It seemed so unreal.

Like a dream of my life before I'd been abducted.

But the metal collar was still fixed around my throat. Heavy and restrictive.

This was my reality.

But the heavy chain that had secured me to the floor of the ship was gone. There were no guards. No blinking lights. No machines.

I rolled onto my back and tried to make sense of what was happening. My vision was blurry, and I rubbed my eyes to clear it. Lengths of soft fabric moved in an invisible breeze that brushed over my skin.

"Where—"

"Ah, you're awake," a smooth voice said. The richness of the voice sent a shiver down my spine.

I sat up slowly and looked down at my body. I'd been washed—I could smell the difference between the generic soap that the aliens on the station gave me to wash with and the delicate fragrance of whatever had been used to wash me... I was dressed in a gossamer gown that barely covered my enormous breasts, and I was naked underneath it.

The translucent material was so fine that it shimmered in the soft light that spilled through the windows behind me.

Windows...

I dared to glance over my shoulder and bit back a gasp of surprise as I took in the view... a sun that I could only compare to things I'd seen in science textbooks when I was a teenager.

What the fuck...

I looked down at my breasts again. They were so heavy, and ached with every movement. Golden caps joined by a slender chain had been fitted over my aching nipples and I swallowed hard and had to stop myself from pressing my fingers against them.

My mouth was dry and my skin prickled with strange sensations.

The room smelled, strangely, like the incense I used to burn in my apartment, and the expensive candles that my sister used to buy me for my birthday every year.

My favorite scent.

Tears pricked my eyelashes at the sudden memory.

I knew that I would never see her again.

I'd never ? —

My vision cleared and I finally saw the being who had spoken.

A gorgeous alien with emerald green skin lounged in a cushioned chair beside a pond covered in flowers I didn't recognize.

Luxury.

Like the pictures of a resort in Bali I'd cut out of a travel magazine and pasted to my dream board every year. I'd lusted over those images for six years before I finally admitted that those kinds of things would always be out of my reach.

I didn't need anyone to tell me that I was most definitely not on the space station anymore. I didn't even know how much time had passed since I'd been taken... But I'd definitely passed out, and I had most certainly been washed, dressed, and—I pressed my thighs together and my cheeks burned as I realized I'd been waxed bare.

The alien who sat across the room from me was beautiful, with high cheekbones and curling black hair that barely hid the curved horns on his head.

I recognized him. I knew that much.

He was the one who had tasted my milk—the one who had been watching me on the cameras in my room.

He held a martini glass in one elegant long-fingered hand and I recoiled slightly to see that it was filled with a milky liquid that could only be one thing?—

I'd been milked enough to know what happened to the substance that was pulled from my body.

I was a commodity.

A vessel.

A hucow.

The Oria Corporation had done this to me. And to countless other women.

I bit down hard on the inside of my cheek as I dragged my eyes from his gorgeous form and tried to focus on the room. Everything was made of natural looking materials. The furniture was made of dark wood, and even the floor was paved in stone. There was no metal that I could see, or anything that would give any indication that I was on a ship, or anywhere that wasn't... a home. There were even plants in the room. I longed to run my finger over the smooth dark leaves and my throat was tight as I looked back at him.

He must be one of them. The doctor had called him an investor.

That was the only explanation.

He must have paid a fortune for this experience.

"Who are you?" I choked out.

The alien's smile was smooth, and a shiver rippled up my spine at the sight of his sharp teeth. He lifted his martini glass to his lips and drank the contents in one smooth gulp. He sighed happily, frowned at the empty glass and then brushed his fingertip against the corner of his mouth.

"My name is Nokken," he said as he stood. He wore a black silken robe that hugged his chiseled frame and my pussy clenched as my eyes raked over his body. The robe was open at his chest and something in me ached to run my tongue over his smooth emerald flesh. "I am the CEO of Oria Corporation."

The CEO.

My eyes widened as he approached me and I sat up a little straighter on the couch.

"Your number brand is 7822," he said. "What is your name?"

I touched the metal cuff that had been punched into the cartilage of my left ear gingerly. It still hurt.

"M— Marcelle."

It sounded strange to say it out loud. No one used my name. Just my number. But I was rarely addressed, I was only pulled around by the collar around my throat.

My hand flew up to my neck.

It was gone—the heavy collar was gone, replaced by a thinner one that rested lightly on my collarbones. The metal was smooth and warm under my touch.

"Marcelle," he said. Something lurched inside me as he said my name. He extended his hand toward me. "Do you know why you've been brought here?"

I nodded and laid my hand hesitantly on his. I looked up into his dark eyes and took a deep breath. "To be milked."

"Good girl," he purred.

The shiver that ran through my body was an erotic shock to my system and I bit down hard on my bottom lip.

He reached out and brushed his fingers against my cheek and his eyes trailed over my body, coming to rest on my swollen breasts. I was overdue to be milked, and I was desperate for the release that came with it.

He inhaled deeply and I wondered if he could smell my arousal as well as the milk that leaked out from under the golden caps that had been affixed to my nipples.

His smile was smooth, and I shivered as his thumb stroked over the back of my hand.

"As you can see, I've been enjoying your... delicacy," he said and gestured toward the table where he'd left his empty martini glass. "Would you be so kind as to give me a refill?"

His hand was gentle on mine as he helped me to stand, and I kept my chin high as I walked on unsteady legs at his side.

I couldn't describe the smell of his skin, or the desperate throbbing of my pussy as I inhaled deeply. Whatever cologne he wore, it was expensive and intoxicating, and I wanted to bury my face in his chest and etch the scent in my memories.

I squeezed my thighs together and felt the wetness that had gathered between my legs as we walked toward the table.

"I've seen your charts, Marcelle," the alien said. His voice was deep and dark and rumbled in his chest and I had trouble focusing on what he was saying. "You've responded well to the treatments."

I swallowed hard. I didn't know what to say, so I stayed silent.

I hadn't asked for this.

I'd been kidnapped. Abducted by force. Forced to transform into—whatever I was now.

How could he speak about it so casually?

"The others in your group didn't fare so well," he continued. "We were quite disappointed." He paused briefly and released his hold on my hand so he could pull the empty glass toward us. "But you— You surpassed our expectations."

Was I supposed to be grateful?

He smiled as he took hold of my shoulders and turned me to face him.

I looked away, unable to meet the intensity of his gaze, but he took hold of my chin and forced me to look at him.

His grip was tight, but not painful and I tried to stay still.

"Good," he murmured.

His gaze swept over my body and lingered on my heaving breasts. He released his hold on my jaw and trailed his fingers down over my new collar, and then pushed aside the gossamer fabric of the gown I'd been dressed in to expose my aching breasts to the cool air of the room.

I closed my eyes as Nokken's fingertips traced down the firm mounds of my breasts and circled the golden caps on my nipples before he tugged gently on the slender chain that connected them.

I tried my best to stifle my moan, but I couldn't help myself.

His smile was alluring and the glitter in his eyes was hungry.

"Are you— Are you the one who put the cameras in my room?" I blurted out.

He nodded, a smile tugged at the corner of his lips and I ached to kiss him.

"I— You saw everything," I said.

He nodded again. "Everything."

"I— The salve... did you send that?"

"I did."

My cheeks burned with shame and arousal, both emotions equally strong.

"Then you know that I touched myself..."

"I wanted you to."

"I was thinking about you when I did it," I admitted quickly before I could stop myself.

"Did you?"

"But you're... better than I imagined," I said.

I felt like a nervous teenager admitting that she has a crush on the quarterback who's way out of her league.

He seemed pleased by my confession and he seemed to look at me differently... like I was more than just a corporate commodity

"Do you want— Do you want more than my milk?" I dared to ask.

He inclined his head, lips pursed as he considered my question.

"You must be aching to be milked," he murmured.

"I am," I choked out, and any hope I might have had that I would be treated differently died in my chest as soon as it was hatched.

His touch was gentle as he rubbed his thumbs over the golden caps and I couldn't bite back my moan at the pressure on my nipples as he did so.

"As you might have guessed, I've purchased your next milking for my own... enjoyment," he said. "At great expense, of course. It's most... irregular. But there are certain privileges that come with my position." His dark gaze held me captive. "But I want to savor what I've purchased." He looked me up and down with a smile upon his handsome emerald green face. "Will you fill my glass?" he asked.

I nodded meekly as he pulled the golden caps from my nipples and I almost groaned at the way my breasts throbbed as I reached up to massage my engorged teats.

His eyes widened as he watched me rub the darkened areolas and pluck at the elongated nipples. My breasts were heavy with milk, painfully so, and I could have begged to be hooked up to the machine that haunted my nightmares. The release was...

I tried to swallow my moan, but I failed as the first spurt of milk leaked from my nipples and ran down my breasts.

"Don't waste it," Nokken murmured. He lifted his martini glass closer and I closed my eyes as I squeezed my nipples and drew them out and pinched them between my fingertips.

"Yes, that's it," he said as a stream of milk dripped into the glass. "Fill it up, my beauty."

The throb between my legs pounded in time with my heartbeat as I milked myself into his glass. Jet after jet of hot liquid splashed into the glass and I didn't try to stop the moans that spilled from my lips.

It felt so good to be milked... so good to relieve some of the pressure. But I was aching to be fucked. Aching to have a thick alien cock fill up and stretch my eager pussy.

What if he didn't want to fuck me?

I watched him out of the corner of my eye as I filled his glass. Every squeeze, every tug, sent ripples of pleasure up and down my spine and he seemed to be growing more aroused with every moan that came from my lips.

"There," he said. "Stop... don't waste it."

I groaned as I rubbed my palms across my breasts, spreading the slick liquid across them, smearing it over my swollen flesh.

I was breathless with need, aching to be fucked until I couldn't see straight. Aching to be milked until I couldn't stand anymore.

I stood on unsteady legs as the gorgeous billionaire CEO of the Orea Corporation lifted the martini glass up to the light to examine the contents.

I looked away, repulsed by it all, as he murmured something in his alien language and then brought the glass to his lips.

He groaned as he took a sip and then sighed and licked his lips.

"Exquisite," he moaned and then tilted the glass back and drained it.

I could see the outline of his thick alien cock against the silken fabric of his robe. He wanted to fuck me. I knew he did. And I wanted him so badly.

Nokken had been the object of my filthiest fantasies, and I was desperate.

I licked my lips and wondered if I should just... fall to my knees and start sucking his cock.

Would he allow me to do it? Or would I be punished and sent away?—

"More," he demanded. "I want more."