He allowed his mind to drift. Eventually, movement drew his attention to the maze of crates. Samulin emerged cautiously, wrapped in the bed covering and one corner of it trailing behind her.
Her movements were hesitant, her eyes constantly scanning the cargo area for danger, and she froze when she saw him watching her.
Bralix didn’t move, deliberately keeping his limbs loose and relaxed, just watching her back.
When it became apparent he wasn’t going to chase her, she readjusted the covering around her and continued her exploration, casting small glances in his direction every few minutes to make sure he hadn’t moved.
Using the bed covering to try and shield herself from his view, she used the toilet and triggered the waste disposal mechanism, then wrapped herself in the covering again to continue her exploration.
When she approached the milking machine, the RFID chip in her collar brought the machine out of power-saving mode, the screen lighting up, the pump humming to life to build up pressure, and the hydraulic arm with the laser sight and suction cups moved into position.
She froze, her attention riveted on the machine. She glanced over her shoulder, checking for Bralix’s reaction, but Bralix just watched her to see what she would do. When the machine didn’t do anything else, she approached cautiously, running a hand over the frame that would keep the human that was being milked in position, the suction cups with their various hoses, and even squinting at the screen of the control module, trying to figure outhow it worked, but of course she didn’t understand the Nef’eal alphabet.
She rounded the frame again, studying the shape of it. Of course, the purpose of the footplate was self-explanatory, and she carefully placed her foot on it.
The ankle shackle snapped shut around her ankle, and she screamed, trying to jerk away, but the shackle wouldn’t release her. Only her hold on the frame prevented her from falling and seriously injuring her ankle. “No!” She glared at him, her hair falling over her face and making her look more than a little deranged. “Let me go!” She pulled back on the shackle, at first straight out, then trying to twist it, but obviously all she accomplished was hurting her ankle.
This was one of the older models that shackled the human’s ankles to prevent them getting off the machine before the milking process was done. Only the human’s orgasm would cause the shackle to release. Well, technically Bralix could reboot the computer, but he didn’t have the password to log back in again, and since Phyrax wasn’t coming into the cargo hold anytime soon…
Bralix sighed and got to his feet; he was going to have to release her before she hurt herself. He approached slowly and calmly, trying not to agitate her further.
She turned to watch his approach over her shoulder. “Don’t get any ideas, asshole,” she growled. She jerked at the ankle restraint again, this time rattling the framework and moving it a few inches across the floor.
What is this human fascination with the anal sphincter?He leaned with his elbow on the frame of the machine and decided to wait her out. Only once she’d stopped jerking at her bound ankle, and watched him warily instead, did Bralix point at her other foot, then at the empty footplate.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” Samulin scoffed.
Bralix wished that she could understand him. It would simplify matters so much if he didn’t have to rely on gestures and simple commands to give her instructions.
Well if nothing else, this is working on my patience.
Instead, Bralix just waited her out, and when her brain seemed to switch from fury to reason, he pointed at her free foot again. She waited a full minute before she decided to comply; she yelped softly in surprize when the other shackle snapped shut around her remaining ankle. She sank two or three inches, and the machine reacted with a robotic whir underneath her. Then Bralix adjusted her posture with a hand to her back between her shoulders, guiding her to bend over the bar that lay across her hips, and he showed her the hand-holds. The hydraulic arm holding the laser array and the suction cups responded and the lasers pin-pointed the location of each nipple to attach the suction cups. She grunted at the sharp sensation of the first suck.
Bralix rubbed her back in large circles, soothing her as much as he could.
“Oh, my God, is this amilking machine?” Samulin gasped, lifting her head to glare at him. “It is, isn’t it?”
Bralix nodded.
“But I don’t have any milk!”
Bralix shrugged, then busied himself reattaching the third hose and suction cup that Emery had disconnected the last time she’d used the machine.
“What are you doing?” She asked nervously.
Bralix didn’t answer, merely clicked the suction cup into its holder on the spare arm, and a few taps on the keyboard later the third suction cup had latched onto her clit.
“Bralix!” Samulin jerked—would have shot upright if the suction cups on her breasts hadn’t tethered her to the machine. The frame wobbled precariously, and Bralix put a steadyinghand to her upper back, until she eventually lowered herself back down over the frame. When she eventually lowered herself back into position, he stepped away and sat on an upturned crate to watch her without hovering.
Watching her struggle—then give in—had his cock in a world of discomfort.
Watching her pleasure…
I’m so screwed.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Well, this is a fine mess I’ve gotten myself into.
