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“Unfortunately, I’ve had lots of practice flattering men in power since I came to the Dome. Because here,onlythe men have power.”
Mia could only imagine what a terrible life poor Zellah was living. She wanted to give the other woman more time to vent, but there were things she needed to know about the Dome blueprints—especially if they were in danger of being kicked out.
“What’s this?” she asked, pointing to the area on the 3-D holo model behind the towering structure of the Inner Sanctum. “It looks like an extra long hallway.”
“Oh, that?” Zellah looked around as though to make sure no one was listening. “That’s the secret passageway, under the Dome,” she whispered. “Nobody knows about that but The Prophet. Well, andme,” she added. “But I only know because Kal told me about it after he built it.”
“Where does it lead?” Mia asked, fascinated. So Sister Kissie had been right!
“There’s a door in the very back of The Prophet’s closet in his private sleeping quarters and it leads to the passageway which leads to the Docking Cave,” Zellah explained. She sighed. “If I knew anything at all about piloting, I’d try to steal a ship and get away. Unfortunately, my degree is in hydroponics and botany. And besides, I can’t leave my babies, even though I almost never get to see them.”
Mia gave her a surprised look.
“So…you’re a scientist?”
“Oh yes.” Zellah nodded. “Kal and I were originally brought in as a team—him to design and build the Dome and me to make sure there it was self-sustaining with plenty of plants for food and as an oxygen source.” She shook her head, a bitter look in her lovely eyes. “I took high honors in the University of Kromelle—I even had a special Science Fellowship grant. And now I’m nothing but a Concubine. Just another ‘receptacle for The Prophet’s seed.’”
Mia squeezed her arm.
“Try not to be so upset,” she whispered. “Maybe things will change soon. Maybe—”
At that moment, she had the strangest sensation. It felt like something wet was leaking from her breasts. Looking down, she saw two large spots on the front of her dress, which rendered the white fabric completely see-through.
“Oh my God!” she gasped, covering her breasts and their see-through patches with her arms.
“Milking time for you,” Zellah remarked conversationally, as though it was no big deal. “I hope you enjoy submitting to your husband. I didn’t mind with my Kal, but when I start to leak around The Prophet…” She shook her head and made a face.
“But…but I thought this only happened to Chakiouns!” Mia exclaimed. “I’m a human!”
Zellah frowned.
“Your people are humanoid and mammalian, right? That’s all it takes for the chemicals and hormones in the Nutrient Crème to work on you.”
“To…to work on me?” Mia looked down at herself again. “But…what can I do about it?”
“Nothing but ask your husband to help milk you when you get home. Of course, if you’re not pregnant, the hormones will only make you produce nectar,” Zellah said, shrugging. “But it’s the same concept—it still has to be sucked out of you by the milking mat.” She frowned at Mia. “Youdohave a milking mat at your domicile, don’t you?”
“Well, yes but…why do I have to ask my husband to help?” Mia demanded. Just the thought of being on her hands and knees with the two metal suction cups pumping the nectar out of her swollen breasts while Sev watched made her feel hot with embarrassment and shame.
“Because the suction of the mat isn’t enough to force the milk out,” Zellah explained. “The hormones are designed to make it so your breasts will only release the milk when you’re being filled—you know, between your legs.” She nodded at her lap discretely. “So your husband has to help you by thrusting inside you—either with one of the milking mat phalluses or his own shaft—breeding you.”
“That…that can’t be.” Mia shook her head, refusing to believe. “No, no, no—there must be another way!”
“Well…” Zellah leaned forward. “Between you and me, I’ve found that having an orgasm sometimes helps to make the milk flow on its own,” she murmured. “But you have to be sure you have something, you know, insertedintoyourself.” She nodded at her lap again. “To fool your system into thinking that you’re being milked properly—while being bred.”
Mia felt a surge of anger go through her.
“I was told when I got here that the Nutrient Crème was necessary for a woman’s health! Something about how the artificial star that powers the Dome leaches away nutrients and the Crème replaces them!” she exclaimed. “Nobody said anything about it doing weird things to my body!”
Zellah shook her head sadly.
“That’s what they tell all the new recruits,” she said. “When really it’s just a way to get the woman to drink the Crème. It’s designed specifically to make your breasts fill with nectar or milk and to make your lower areas swollen and needy. That, in turn, makes you need to get milked and bred by your husband. Andthatmeans you get pregnant regularly, which supplies new babies for the PPP to raise and brainwash to continue their organization.”
“But…but this is horrible!” Mia exclaimed. “I don’t want to be milked or get bred or get…get pregnant!”
Though the idea of Sev doing all those things to her certainly sent a hot shiver down her spine. She realized that even while she had been sitting here, her pussy had started getting wet and hot and her nipples—which were still being squeezed by the Chastity Devices—were tingling with need as well.
Thinking of the Chastity Devices brought up a new question.
