Page 16 of Milked for the Holidays

It’s just because I haven’t gotten off in so long. That has to be it. Why else would I want to fall apart at the hands of a stranger?

However, when he pinches my nipple, I can’t help the long, low moan that rumbles from my chest. Whatever they did to me made my nipples far more sensitive than ever. In fact, I almost don't feel it when Master Nagán pushes that cold bit of metal into me.

Just like at the gyno, I tell myself, doing my best to disassociate. But this is anything like what happens when I go to the doctor. For one, they’ve never elicited a sexual response. Second, I’ve never had to demand they stop a procedure.

Granted, even if I did demand, beg, or plead, these monsters wouldn’t stop. But the worst part is I don’t want them to. A fire coils through my veins, making me desperate for the rough caresses of Vrokjan.

A sly smile threatens to cross my lips as I think of him by his forbidden name. He may demand I call him Master Rancher, but in my mind, I can refuse. I can stand my ground in this little way. He won’t break me to that point.

And so I rebel, telling myself that his touch is abhorrent to me. However, the longer this goes on, the more my brain falters. With each swipe and pinch of Vrokjan’s fingers, I lose myself in the sensations swirling through my body.

It would be so easy to just slip beneath the haze, to allow him to do whatever he wants. And honestly, I don’t really have a choice, do I? These men tower over me. Even though I haven’t seen their bare arms, it’s obvious through the skin-tight uniforms that they are muscular and strong.

I’m not a weakling, but there’s no way I can defend myself against one, let alone two, of these behemoths. Somehow, just thinking about it in those terms causes my pussy to spasm as the moan I’ve been holding hostage erupts from my lips.

“That’s it, my little cow,” Vrokjan croons, bending low to run his lips along my neck. “You sound so beautiful in the throes of passion.”

The heat from his lips sears me like a brand. Tipping my head to the side, I give him better access, allowing myself to enjoy it. And why shouldn’t I? Just because a part of me is screaming no doesn’t mean the part of me that wants this has to suffer.

His strong fingers grip my breasts, scattering any lingering thoughts. There’s a flash of both pain and unadulterated need. I open my mouth to cry out, but his lips cover mine, muffling the sound. The taste of him is unlike anything I’ve experienced before.

Though I’ve kissed my fair share of men, none of them tasted like raw masculinity. There’s a slight acidity, bitterness maybe? Like strong coffee and wildness. Unable to help myself, I open further under the onslaught, allowing his tongue to sweep across mine.

I moan into his mouth as he owns me, dominating me. The only thing keeping me from attacking him are the straps holding me down. I want to wrap my arms and legs around him, pulling him into me. I so desperately want him to erase this lonely ache in my heart and between my thighs.

With one hand, he runs his fingers through my hair, and with the other, he drags the edge of his nail around my nipple. Just as he pinches it again, a far different sensation slams into me. Between my thighs, the medical guy shoves something deep inside.

This isn’t like the speculums at the doctor's. Far from it. The pain is intense, searing through me, stretching me to the point where I’m afraid he’s going to split me open. But underneath is an unyielding wave of pleasure that threatens to drown me.

It’s like an itch that I can’t scratch on my own—so deep and intense. I squirm as I do my best to process everything, but between Vrokjan’s tongue down my throat and whatever is pulsing between my thighs, I can’t even think. All I want is relief.

Pulling back, Vrokjan looks down at me, something akin to affection shining in his eyes. “Shhhh. It’s okay. Just let Nagán finish up and we’ll get you ready for the auction. I know what you need, little cow, and you will get it once I own you.”

As he disengages from me, I feel his loss keenly. It’s not just the heat radiating from his body dispelling the chill creeping back in. The weight of his body against mine felt so soothing, so… right. I hate it, but that’s the only word that seems to fit. Even then, it seems small somehow, inconsequential.

While he was on me, distracting me, I felt safe. Ridiculous, but accurate. Now that he’s away from me, I feel every inch of whatever device is inside me. I want the pain to stop. But more than that, I want the pleasure to peak, overwhelming me, consuming me.

Without any preamble, Nagán pulls it out and shows it to Vrokjan. I have no Earthly clue what I’m looking at, but it makes the nicer guy smile. Turning to me, he runs his thumb over my bottom lip, sending a shiver up my spine.

“Well, my little cow. Looks like I get to break you in when I buy you.”

My stomach drops at his words. I know what they mean individually, but put together in that sentence, along with the glinting metal, I have no comprehension. Vrokjan pulls it out of Nagán’s hand and stares me down as his long, bluish-pink, nearly purple tongue snakes out to lick it.

Until this moment, I allowed my brain to think I was just being pranked or kidnapped by some weird men. But I have no clue how someone could turn their tongue a different color. I’m sure there’s some sort of special effects trick, but right now, my brain can’t pull it up.

“Alien,” I manage to whisper.

He frowns. “Icorian.”

“I- I- You’re not human.” The words stutter from my lips as terror sinks in, dispelling all aroused feelings until I’m left with a hunk of dread lying heavy in my gut.

“What gave it away?” Nagán scoffs, putting his implements away.

Adjusting the table, he brings my thighs back together. Honestly, though to them it’s probably nothing, to me, it’s a small bit of comfort. It allows me to breathe just a touch better.

Vrokjan glances over at him, his brow furrowing. “Would it kill you not to be an ass?”

He shrugs before looking at me. “They’re cows. Only good for milk and fucking. What do you care?”