This is not my scene.
The name's Ailena Matronymics and I'm a member of the "Assistance for Hire" crew. If you've been paying attention then you know the deal: world ended, separated from family, found these people, yaddi yaddi yadda. Look, I'm just a gal from Brooklyn who don't give two craps about my family. I like these people so I'm happy to help out but it can be hell. I mean, you try to do good for others you're gonna run into some real pricks. Pirates, Fascist Forces, you name it. It seems the worst of humanity ain't quit despite everything. I guess it's part of the job.
As of tonight, we decided to have a little break and head to this planet everyone's talking about. We call it the Purple Jungles. Meant to be some kind of chill ordeal. Don't sound half bad to me and lemme tell ya, the planet's quite something. It's got this pink sun which makes the sky purple and it always stays purple (hence the purple part of the name), just different shades depending on the time of day. At day it's lighter, at dark it's, well, darker. And there's all these thick jungles all over the place (hence, well, the jungle part of the name). I'd honestly hate to be in them, you'd probably get lost and I ain't much for survival. I can fight for self defense but I'm more of the brainy type in this case.
But a whole group of humans and hell, even some aliens, have set up this camp around this lake, a purple as the sky above it. But this ain't like your settlement camp, oh no. This is a party camp. Music, food, alcohol, people dancing and laughing and swimming. Lights and sparks and some kinda fireworks except they don't explode into sparks but these strange sorta ripples of multi colours.
It's honestly really cool. You think without our home we'd all be down about it and some are but here we are partying. Not just partying together but partying with aliens. This seems to have broken the language barrier. We got our names for them while we figure communications out. There's Zoids, humanoid creatures with squid like heads and claws for hands. Hutts who are these blobby slug things. And there's also Dracs, pasty things with wings and red eyes. They look scary but they're alright. This is just all surreal and amazing...Just a shame parties ain't my thing.
So I'm at the bar. Sipping on what I can only assume some sorta cocktail made out of whatever's on this planet. It's very sweet but slightly salty. I look around to see everyone's partying and having a good time, it seems the crew's having a good time. I notice Becky's dancing like no tomorrow. She can't dance to save her life but she does not give a shit.
"Hey there, Ally."
I turn to see Reg is next to me, leaning against the bar wearing nothing but his swim shorts. He's clearly been swimming in the river, he's soaked.
"Hey." I respond.
"Why don't you come join us in the river. There's plenty of cool people out there. Hell, I could introduce you to a certain someone if you like?"
"I appreciate it, Reg, but I'm not feeling it tonight. I might head hit the sack early."
"Alright, Ally."
The bartender hands Reg a drink.
"See ya around, kid."
He gives me a light punch on the shoulder before heading off.
I suppose I should describe myself, physically I mean. I'm a young woman, around 21 I think? Yeah. I've been with these guys for a long time. Most of them were teens or in their 20s, with the exception of one or two but I was real young. They're kinda like family to me, not like I had much before. But yeah, I'm young, I'm also pretty tall with an average body. I ain't slim but I ain't too chubby. Though I gotta say I was certainly gifted in the boobies and ass department and I ain't complaining about that one bit, even if they can be a pain some of the time. Most people notice my short, bushy red hair and my small freckles. They're my most distinguishing features and I love them. I was out here wearing my camo trousers and a loose, cotton button-up shirt with my boots. But as the day's getting on I feel it's time to get some shut eye.
I walk across the soft sand, real soft, like a pillow. I pass many party goers having a great time. I wish them well but I just want some rest. Our ship's park just on the outskirts of the jungle so thankfully far enough from the noise. Just looking forward into stripping and get some-
WHAT THE FUCK?! WHO THE HELL ARE THESE FUCKERS!
"HEY! WHAT THE HELL!! HELP! HELP!"
Shit! I'm too far away. But I'm being dragged away but these guys! I drag my feet but these guys are two strong. I look behind to see their fucking pirates! Of course they are! We're now going deep into the jungle. The sun's being blocked by these towering trees and their thick leaves. I'm so far from the ship now and everyone's too busy partying...I need to come up with something.
Wait. What now? We're moving onto this random steel platform and it's lowering?? We're going underground. Who built this?!
Now we're in this long tunnel where I'm being dragged into a train. Surely the pirates didn't make this?! But once I'm in they bring me these cuffs attached by chains to the wall and restrain my wrist as it starts moving.
One pirate, a tall skinny fella wearing a leather vest and shorts approaches me a knife.
"Alright, hold still!" he says as he begins tearing my shirt away.
"FUCK OFF!" I yell, kicking him in the crotch.
OW! Has he got a fucking cod piece under that?!
"See, I told ya it wasn't stupid!"
He continued to tear my top away. First my shirt and then my bra. My big boobies flop down. This is so fucking embarassing, I can feel myself turning red. But next thing he does is try to tear my trousers away. But the other pirate, a large, beefy woman, stops him.
"Slow down there, we only need the shirt off."
"Come on, no top and pants? Seems pretty tacky."
I can't tell if my face is glowing from either anger or embarrassment especially as I feel my pants falling away.
Once the train stops they release me from my cuffs only to keep dragging me out of the train and down a hallway.
So to recap:
I've been kidnapped by pirates
I'm miles away from the crew
I have no fucking idea where I am
And I'm now near enough naked with my pants down my ankles.
The doors slide open right in front of me as I'm taking into this large, empty industrial room. I'm still struggling but these pirates have been in a tight spot. They push me against the wall on the other side of the room. This could be my chance to run but wait-
A large, metallic belt comes out of the wall and curves around my body before locking together and squeezing against my tummy. Now these two are grabbing my arms and holding them against the wall to be locked into silver cuffs. I struggle but it's not good. They restrain me by the wrist and to finish what they've started, pull off my pants and boots leaving me in just my underwear.
This is fucked.
But I hear the sound of an elevator lowering on the other side of the room. Descending down are two women. One is a rugged, tall woman with an eyepatch. She's got long, curly black hair with red highlights and a buzz cut to her left side. She's wearing a tight red corset, leather pants, boots, and a long blue coat. The other woman is shorter, slightly hunched with curly purple hair like the sky and wearing big green lensed goggles accompanied by a lab coat, a button down shirt, and boots. My god...They're both hot.
But still...I need to get the hell out of here.
They approach me with different looks. The eye-patch lady is grinning at me, like she's toying with her capture. The goggles lady is examining me like some kind of lab rat.
"So...Uh...Anyone want to explain what the fuck is up?"
The eye-patch lady gets close. Right close! She grabs my face by the cheeks.
"You're one of those goodie two-shoes aren't you?" she says sinisterly.
"Uh...Yeah?"
She clearly knows us. And she's chuckling...Scarily...
"Do you have an idea?! How hard you've made my life?!"
Shit she's scary...I think I'm turned on a little bit.
"...No?" I reply.
"You don't even know who I am, do you?"
I shake my head.
"My name is Marta De Niro! I am the forever royal, bloody Pirate Queen!"
Oooooooooh shiiiiiiiiiiiit...
"...Cool..." I say.
She leans into my boobies.
"These titties are ripe for the machine aren't they, Doctor Pauline?" Marta asks the goggles lady.
Pauline nods.
"They're practically perfect." she says.
"Just got to inject some of this."
Dr. Pauline pulls out a long syringe with god knows what. I wiggle in my restraints, I gotta get out of here! Shit! She's not gonna inject that fucking stuff in me!
"NO! GET AWAY YOU-"
AH!
The needle pricks and inserts itself into my left boobie. Then the right. Aaaaaah, fuck...What the hell is happening...They're feeling so heavy and full...My nipples are...leaking? Is that milk?
"W-what the fuck is happening to me?!"
Marta chuckles.
"Becoming our supplier."
"Your what?!"
Marta clicks her hands. The two pirates leave the room and Pauline goes to this console at the back of the room. Shit, what the hell is going on?! I need to get out now before-
What was that?!
I hear a massive CLUNK and then a whirring noise. It's coming from the ceiling and my eyes open wide. This great big fucking machine starts to descend down. My god it's monstrous! It's large with loads of tubes and caples spurting out of it. It's long and facing towards me...Oh, god. As I look at it it all clicks together. Rows of glass tankards with caps and tubes attached to it...The tubes leading to these two pipes at the front, attaching to two plastic, see through cups...It's...It can't be...
It's a milking machine!
