Page 11 of Milked for the Holidays

Whoever put these men up to this must have a lot of money. Could it be one of my old bosses? No. They wouldn’t chance a sexual harassment lawsuit. I don’t think my coworkers would be that bold either.

Squirming, I stare at the enormous cock bobbing between the stranger’s thighs and lick my lips. What would it feel like to be stretched out by something that massive?

No, Jess, I chide myself. You’re not having sex with a stranger. It doesn’t matter how hot he is.

Unfortunately, I can’t deny the attraction between us. It sizzles and snaps as he steps forward, his hand gripping the base of the oddly shaped cock. His muscles ripple with each movement, reminding me of just how strong he must be.

Although he’s blue, I can’t help the tendril of need curling deep in my gut. Again, an odd sensation floods my system as he tips his nose in the air and smirks. Fear and arousal intermingle as the meaner one steps closer, his needle poised for my arm.

It looks real. And in my gut, I know this is no longer a game. These men truly mean to do what they say.

“What’s your name?” My voice is squeaky, weak, and utterly irritating to my ears.

Pausing, the kinder one shifts his gaze over to the other before resting a hand on his heart.

“My name is Vrokjan. But to you, I will only answer to Master Rancher. This is my brother, Nagán. You will refer to him as Master Nagán.”

“Vrokjan.” I try the name out, my cheeks heating up as it slides over my tongue.

It sounds exotic, masculine, and far too delicious. Master Rancher, though titillating for sure, is certainly far more mundane and, thus, safer.

“Master Rancher,” he reiterates, his voice dropping a few octaves as a growl vibrates on his lips.

“S- sorry. Master Rancher.”

“Good little cow,” he groans as he grips himself.

Oh, God. Does his voice have to sound that seductive while saying those words? It almost makes me not even mind the cow part so much. It’s ridiculous what a simple tone of voice can do to me.

This is bad. This is very, very bad. I need to escape before he turns my mind against me. I refuse to end up on those true crime shows where the woman gets brainwashed by a guy with a compelling voice and a god-like cock.

“I have to pee,” I blurt out, unsure of how else to break the tension. Thankfully, it’s the truth. If they let me go to the bathroom, they won’t have to wonder if I was lying to get away. “Please, let me go so I can relieve myself.”

It doesn’t matter that I don’t know my way around wherever it is they’ve taken me. It doesn’t matter that my pussy throbs with every move the stranger makes. And it sure as hell doesn’t matter that I’m so small compared to these monsters.

I’m not going to let them hurt me.

I can’t.

I refuse.

My gaze flits between the two men as they glance over at each other. This time, the sensations are far more intense. The need to pee threatens to undermine the strength I’m so desperate to show.

“I need a sample anyway,” Nagán mutters, setting down the syringe. “Do you want to do the honors? Or should I?”

“I’ll do it,” Vrokjan snaps out.

Tucking his cock into his suit, he zips it back up and turns to grab some gloves and a glass jar. My breath catches in my throat as my brain tries to comprehend what’s about to happen. He doesn’t mean to…

“Now then, my pretty little cow,” he croons, drawing up a chair to sit in between my splayed thighs. “Be a good little heifer and relieve yourself into this jar for me.”

Is it my imagination, or did his eyes somehow darken? It’s so drastically different from the rough rasp of his voice as he orders me about. Though I try to clench my legs shut, to prevent him from coming any closer, I find the straps refuse to budge.

Because of course they do.

Why the hell did I expect anything different?

The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again but expecting different results. The immortal words of Einstein flit through my head as I puzzle through my thoughts and actions. It’s the best way I know how to disassociate, to drive my mind away from the inhuman man waiting for me to pee for him.