Page 12 of Milked for the Holidays

My breath stills as he leans forward even more, his hot breath scalding the tender skin. “Come now. Surely you don’t want me to force you to give me this sample.”

Nagán slides into view, handing Vrokjan what looks like a cloth. “Clean her down first. Who knows what those Earthlings carry on their bodies. I want a clean catch, an untainted sample.”

The words dripping from his lips sound professional enough, but between his lascivious tone and the maniacal gleam in Vrokjan’s eyes, I know this will be anything but clinical. What I don’t understand is the niggle of arousal cutting through the intensity. At this point, I can’t tell what’s urgency and what’s an unfettered need to have his fingers deep inside me.

Again, I strain against the straps, needing to protect my sanity, but my legs don’t close. Because that’s the definition of insanity. I am the definition of insanity. Screwing my eyes shut, I let my head fall back as my body and brain war with each other.

“Such pretty green eyes,” he murmurs, running his fingers along my inner thigh, pausing as he comes to each strap. “Open them. I want to see them as I touch you.”

I shake my head, not willing to obey the delicious command. Silence hangs in the air between us. Biting down on my lower lip, I listen for movement, waiting to hear what he’s going to do next. But nothing comes.

A flash of pain jolts through me, starting from my pussy and shooting up. Wrenching my eyes open, I watch as Vrokjan pulls his hand back and strikes me again. His long fingers smack the delicate skin between my thighs, making tears well up.

It’s uncomfortable, but underneath the pain is an odd warmth that spreads through my body. I want it to be agonizing. I don’t want to feel the hint of pleasure beneath the pain.

My mouth drops open as he pulls back and smirks. “There’s that pretty hint of green. Never had a cow with green eyes before. You’ll be my first.”

Everything in me goes numb. Cow. Auction. Injections. None of it makes sense, and yet it does.

“I- I have rights,” I stammer. “You’ll go to prison. My attorney friends-”

Vrokjan narrows his eyes as he leans forward again, his lips screwed up into a scowl. “You have no rights, my stubborn little heifer. And as of right now, you have no friends. Once you were brought on board this ship, you became property of Icora. Soon, you will be my property. I can make this easy for you, care for you, and tend to you like a ripe cow desperate to be pleasured. Or I can make you live out in the fields with the other stock, forcing orgasms from your body by machines.”

I’m not sure what expression is on my face, but whatever it is, it causes him to smirk and lean back. “If you’re obedient and docile, I could make it feel so good for you. I can make your body burn for me.” Taking the cloth, he slides his fingers across my lower lips, grazing my clit.

“Oh, God,” I groan, dropping my head back.

“I can make you feel so fucking good.” He squeezes my clit in between his fingers, drawing a gasp from my lips. “You like my hands on you. Don’t you?”

“I- I-”

“Don’t lie to me, cow. I see the proof of your arousal glistening on your skin. I feel you clench against me, your cunt desperate to be filled.”

He’s not wrong, but I’d rather die than admit that. Instead, I keep my mouth shut and turn my head, so he can’t see the indecision warring in my eyes. Unfortunately, it brings me face to face with Nagán, and the indifference and boredom etched on his face. It’s as if he’s done this hundreds of times before.

“Stop playing with her and get me the damn sample,” he grits out, fiddling with several odd vials.

“You heard the Medical Rancher. Pee for me, and I’ll pleasure you again.”

Shame floods my body, making my face burn and my extremities tingle. There’s no way I can pee in front of them. At this point, I couldn’t even if I wanted to. Humiliation crawls over me as I feel him spread me open.

Cool liquid brushes across my fevered skin as he wipes me down, his movements efficient. Maybe I can pretend he’s a gynecologist, and I’m just preparing for an exam? The moment I look back over at him, I know I can’t lie to myself that well.

Just because he doesn’t seem to take advantage doesn’t mean he’s not enjoying this. I feel his ragged breath against me as he cleans me. His strong fingers drag the rag up and down, not missing any spot.

It feels far more intimate than it should. When he pauses at my opening, I clench, waiting to see what he’ll do. He runs the cloth over the small hole, locking eyes on me as he does so.

Granted, what he’s doing doesn’t feel pleasurable, thank goodness, but just the intensity of his gaze makes my insides flip. As I move my head to look away, he pulls back.

“No need to be shy, my pretty little cow. I’m going to see a lot more of you before this is done.” He brings the glass over and presses the rim into me. “Now be a good heifer and pee. Let’s get this part over with, shall we?”

Mortification climbs up my spine as I clench my jaw, willing myself to pee. It shouldn’t be this hard. I had to go earlier. Why not now?

“Oh, for the love of-” Reaching over, Nagán presses against the top of my mound, shoving the heel of his palm into my bladder.

Unable to hold back any longer, I cry out, the pee leaving me in a relieving gush. I hate that it feels so good. I despise how hearing Vrokjan's effusive words to me adds a layer of pleasure to this. Most of all, I detest how much I want to do whatever he demands just to continue hearing the praise dripping from his lips.

CHAPTER 6