Milked by her Alien Master (2 page)

Her warm
breath tickled the hairs on my mound, she was so close. She took a long deep
breath. “Your smell is appetizing, as it must be to satisfy a master from
Nelious.”

She
pressed down in a rhythmic pumping, putting pressure on my clit. My thighs
shook and I cried out. Unable to stand it, I reached up to grip my tits. I
plied them, rubbing across my nipples and seeking relief. I’d masturbated to
try to chase away my loneliness before, but nothing compared to the way this
woman had brought me to the edge so quickly.

Something
wet streaked across my palms. My entire body bowed from the table, just as the
doctor had slid a second finger inside me. She glanced up as I spread my hands
and stared at them.

“That’s
very good. You responded perfectly. You have started producing milk. With the
right diet, your milk will provide your masters a heady meal that will keep you
a valued concubine for years.”

“I don’t
understand.” My hands cupped my tight breasts and rubbed. It felt better to
soothe over them. They hurt a bit and felt incredibly full. They were larger
than they had been. I tugged on my nipples and a squirt of liquid shot out and
hit the doctor on the face.

She smiled
and lifting her hand from my mound—eliciting a whimper of need from me—she
wiped the drop from her cheek and licked it from her finger. “You have an
exquisite taste. The finest I’ve ever had.”

Her
eyelids drooped and the fingers inside me pumped in and out, picking up the
pace until each thrust brought her fist hard against my opening.

I needed
more. Something. I needed relief to the building ache.

“Please.”
I couldn’t help but beg.

“I’m going
to call in a technician to show you how to manipulate your breasts.” She
murmured. Her eyes had returned to my pussy and she used her free hand to seek
inside my folds for my clit.

Another
woman entered—before the doctor even called for her. I knew it was a woman from
the soft voice behind me, but I couldn’t take my eyes off the doctor as her
eyes went glassy and her features hardened as if she were in pain. “Watch how she
milks you, love. You’ll need to know.”

Hands
moved across my tits that hurt now. They tugged and pulled. I glanced down. Another
woman in a lab coat held one of my breasts and fit it into a funnel attached to
a long tube. The tubes ran along the ceiling and out of the room. Immediately,
the funnel tightened and pulled. Through the clear cup, I could see my nipple elongate
as liquid shot from me again and traveled through the tubes in a stream.

The doctor
continued to pump her fingers into me and my center tightened in a need to
orgasm. Then she stopped and rubbed my belly making soothing crooning sounds. I
panted and keened, needing her to continue moving but she held her fingers
motionless inside me.

The nurse
came around to my other breast and cupped it. I arched again. “Please. Please
help me.”

“That’s
what I’m here for.” The nurse was straightforward. I searched her face. It was
older and kind. Not flushed and passionate like the doctor’s. “This is how you
self-express. Watch how I do it.”

Her hands
were gentle and impersonal. She held my tit in a firm maneuver. Cupping the
bottom as her hand circled my nipple, she tugged in a circular, pulling motion
outward. Liquid shot from me in continuous streams. The funnel on my other
breast continued its wet suctioning.

I screamed
as an intense pleasure shot through me and shuddered. I gasped with the rolling
ecstasy. I’d come from my tits being massaged but I needed more even as another
smaller orgasm rippled over my skin in a wave.

The nurse
patted my arm, attached a second funnel to my other breast, and drew away as
the doctor crooned at me from between my legs.

“Shh. You’ll
be needy until your first breeding. You should be pleased the serum worked on
you. Your potential masters are waiting and have indicated they are eager to
meet you. One last test, love.”

Her hand
flexed inside my opening and she ran a finger over my clit. “While you were
enjoying your first milking, I worked four fingers into you. I’m going to
stretch you now.”

Pressure
pushed against my opening and inside where my sensitive flesh shuddered and
pulled. I felt full and empty at the same time. The doctor leaned to the side
and grabbed a white bottle. She shot a warm liquid into my folds and her hand
started to pump and turn. “Are you ready for more?”

“Yes.
Yes.”

My hands
gripped the table and my eyes slammed shut.

More
pressure, bordering on pain, stretched me. The doctor moaned and I answered
with my own.

“You took
it. Damn that is so hot. My whole hand is inside you. Is it good?”

“More.
Harder.”

“You are a
perfect concubine.”

Her hand
twisted and pulled. She pushed, filling me, moving in and out in short
movements. Then something gave way inside me and everything went fluid and wet.
I had to see. My eyes cracked open to see her shoulders moving and her face
pink as she stared, her eyes nearly closed, at my crotch.

She did
something inside—made a fist, and pulled out, rotating and turning so that the
opening of my pussy stretched with white hot pain and delicious friction. I was
so full, so filled.

The rhythm
drove me up and up. In and out, her arm disappeared between my legs nearly to
the elbow, only to come back out with a turning motion. Her eyes flickered and
she glanced over my shoulder. She blinked and her face straightened into that
professional demeanor. I cried out, a pang shooting through me of loss, but she
didn’t stop. She picked up the pace.

Wet sounds
of my lust drove me even higher. She pushed down on my mound as she flexed her
hand inside me and I cried out. White flashed through my mind and my body
shuddered and shook. A climax held me high, so high and reaching before I
collapsed bonelessly back on the table.

She patted
my thigh as she gently withdrew her arm with a slurping sound that should have
been embarrassing, but I smiled and closed my eyes.

“She is
fertile and produces the milk.” A low, rough male voice spoke.

I popped
my eyes open and tried to slam my legs closed but the straps held me spread for
all to see.

“She does.
Her name is…” the doctor’s hand came in my view and picked up the board from
the table.

“I don’t
want to know it.” The male leaned over me and I got an up close and personal
first look at a Neliousian. “I will name her.”

His gaze
tracked over my body and I couldn’t move or take a deep breath.

He looked
relatively human except his skin seemed thicker and of course, it was a dark
purple. Many had pondered why they appeared so human, but none of the guesses
had been verified. None of the concubines had ever returned after being taken
away—except for the occasional visit with their masters as guides. No human
from the inside had ever come back and shared knowledge.

A dark
mottling slowly appeared over his cheekbones, turning the skin along his
cheekbones nearly black. He had black hair and eye like an alligator—all green
with a slit of black pupil. At least, I’d heard they were like alligators. I’d
never seen one myself. His straight hair fell in the same length to just past
his chin, swishing along a smooth, finely chiseled jawline.

His skin
was perfect. His features pleasing. His shoulders were so wide they encompassed
my entire view. He was shirtless and his muscles rippled as I took him in and
stared at his nipples. Hard and flat, they were nearly human except instead of
tan or pink, they didn’t have an areola and were dark lavender in small
contrast to his darker skin. His sternum was different, though. It had a raised,
rough look to it. Almost like he had a plate of scaled skin there, about the
size of my hand.

“She
appears to please you, Getterus.” A female of the nearly same, low tone broke
the spell I was under. The Neliousian was beautiful. It nearly pained me to turn
away from the daze I had fallen into while staring at his mouth, that same dark
lavender as his nipples. But I managed to turn even though he licked his
lips—his tongue was black and that for some reason sent a gush of cream between
my legs even though the stretching I’d just gone through had started a soreness
down there. I turned my head to the other side to find a woman as beautiful as
the male. Her hair shone black and her eyes were blue, her lips—painted a dark
shade of glossy black—pursed in a sensuous pout. She was more slender. She
inclined her head. “My name is Nerrita.”

Like the
male, Nerrita also didn’t wear a shirt and her high firm breasts were about the
size mine had been until today, a little more than a handful. My mouth watered.
“I like your nipple piercings.”

My mouth
clamped shut and my eyes widened. I couldn’t believe I’d said that, but it was
hot. Silver circles accented her gorgeous buds. They weren’t long and hard like
mine, but they tightened into small tiny knotted beads as I stared at them. The
female made a small whimper and her hand alighted on my arm and squeezed. The
cool, smooth grip of her fingers warmed my chest in a surge.

She licked
her lips and the blush of black streaked her cheekbones as well. “I want her,
Getterus.”

“Finally,”
Getterus breathed.

“She will
be worth the wait.”

“It has
taken you three years, I’d nearly given up.”

“Now,
Getterus. I am anxious.”

“Take a
taste. To be sure.” The doctor stood behind the female and reached around to
detach the funnel that had been come to a stop at some point. Now I thought
about it, sometime soon after my orgasm.

“I took a
taste from the sample.” The woman glared at the doctor and the black streaking
her cheeks faded and turned a dark magenta.

“You will
stop touching her now.” Getterus commanded.

The room
went completely silent and the doctor backed away with head bowed.

Getterus
made a growling sound then detached the other funnel himself. His hands were
large but gentle. My womb gave a gentle tug as he softly ran a hand over my
breast, freed of confinement. Nerrita did something at my throat and the collar
snapped off and dropped with a clink onto the floor. Getterus snapped his
fingers at the doctor. “Clear the tent.”

“Wouldn’t
you rather take her in back?” The doctor ventured, her tone soft and nearly
inaudible.

“I said,
clear the tent.” The dangerous reply sent chill bumps over me.

He circled
to the end of the table and I couldn’t help but watch his sensuous movement.
Everything about him seemed to glide over the floor. “Taste her, Nerrita.”

Nerrita’s
hand tightened on me and she moaned as her head dipped forward. Her mouth
opened and she paused for a moment over my heaving chest. Then she licked out,
catching my nipple in a tight, wet lap. My body spasmed with pleasure. Chill
bumps raced over my skin.

With a
groan, she lunged forward, dragging the tip of my tit into her mouth and sucked
hard, pulling on me as my breasts filled painfully. In seconds, they swelled to
bursting. Pleasure and pain tightened my chest and the drawing of milk rushed
through my engorged and firm breasts.

“Finally.
Our own. No longer must I watch your longing face before you give in and
partake from another.”

Nerrita
suckled harder with a long moan. Milk ran from my other breast. The pain had
gone and a warmth stole along my spine and over my tits. They were warm and
sensitive. My eyes crossed and I couldn’t stop my panting plea, “Don’t stop.”

“Never,”
rumbled Getterus.

My vision
had wavered and I gasped as he leaned over me, a hardness prodding my sensitive
nether lips. I hadn’t seen his cock or anything below chest level of either of
them. A stretching fullness pressed into my pussy and I longed to see it, the
first cock to ever fuck me, but his face loomed over me, a cloud crossing over
his sparkling eyes as he blinked. The black streaked his cheekbones again and
his chest heaved in mighty gusts.

“She’s so
tight.”

Nerrita
lifted her head and my nipple, no longer being suctioned went cold and
painfully tight. I gasped. “Don’t stop.”

“Take her
Getterus. She is ours.” The deep blue of her eyes glinted and the strange black
pupil expanded until it nearly engulfed the blue. She licked her lips and that
hint of black tongue zinged desire through me.

The
stretching between my legs grew to an immense pressure and I cried out. Nerrita
hummed and leaned back over, licking my nipple and spoke against my skin. “Join
me, love.”

Getterus
snuck his tongue out, licking over my lips and I opened my mouth. For a
fleeting moment, he dipped his tongue inside. His taste exploded on my own
tongue. A spicy flavor a bit like the rare citrus fruit I’d tasted once as a
child when a friend had stolen it from somewhere. The little girl who’d given
it to me disappeared that day, but I’d never forgotten the taste of that
forbidden treat.