Author's note:
Here is the alien impregnation and weird-ass shit I promised in my first story. Hold onto your socks, cause that's really what BB will be focused on. I was aiming to get all the chapters in this segment done before I started posting them, but I hit a writer's block around chapter 2.5, plus it's been a while since I posted anything. Hopefully I can post these first couple chapters and still manage to make later chapters work. I really enjoyed seeing feedback, private and public. Feel free to send more.
Also I must apologize. The Temunitu below are not completely original. Chalk it up to a fey mood. It won't take you long to figure out where I pulled them from.
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I'd been sitting, hands and feet bound, in a bathroom for over twelve hours. My captors were Temunitu: seven foot tall, green, bulky reptilian-like creatures. I could see them playing some sort of gambling game in the main room of the slum we were holed up in. Amilia, the evil bitch who'd betrayed our mistress, hadn't been seen since she escorted the Temunitu, carrying Jerome and I wrapped in invisi-cloth, out of the research complex where I'd been spending the last two weeks as a voluntary research subject. I'd been expecting to be there for 3 months until this unfortunate wrinkle. My huge breasts, full of an aphrodisiac-like milk, were the result of the research I was a part of. I'd always wanted to be a milkmaid, one of the women who were genetically enhanced to produce abnormal amounts of milk, and by volunteering as a research subject I'd been able to have the enhancement procedure largely for free. It did have some abnormal side effects, though. One of them was that my breasts leaked when I was horny. And I was starting to think that another side effect was that I was horny almost all the time.
So, despite being scared and exhausted, I was eyeing the large reptile men in the other room, looking at their massive 3 fingered hands and wondering if their genitals matched in size. Hell, I wouldn't even need their cocks- those three thick fingers would work rather well as the "shocker" as they called it in the old days. I'd been allowed to use the necessary, but this was far longer than I'd ever been without milking. My breasts ached painfully. They were even larger than usual, swollen with unspent milk, dripping constantly until I was sitting in a pool of my own milk. And pussy juice. Mustn't forget that. I'm sure my encounter with Jerome 13 hours before accounted for much of the excess milk- he was also a test subject who had been modified to produce abnormal amounts of semen. Semen was known to increase milk production and his packed quite a punch, and I'd taken even more than usual. He'd been unconscious and abducted as well, but I hadn't seen where they'd taken him.
I squirmed. Finally, desperate, I called out:
"Sers! Excuse me Sers... Please Sers..."
They all looked the same, wearing thin baggy pants and nothing else, although they each wore a different color. The one wearing red spoke and looked over- scowling, if I interpreted his facial motion correctly.
"Human, what do you want? You can't need to relieve yourself again!"
"I do... But not the toilet. My breasts... They're too full. I need to be milked."
"Milk?" Asked the skinniest of them and wearing purple. "Are you...? You're not a matchadoy are you? One of those human women who make milk for sex and money?"
The others stopped their game and looked over.
"Yes, I suppose so..."
"Shit, Nardo! Did you know what she was? We could have been high on her titty juice all this time!" This one from the guy in orange.
"And did you know how illegal it is for another species to drink from or fuck one while in human territories? Not to mention one that's been kidnapped?!!" This from the purple one again.
"Shut it, Gel, Tel. Orders is orders. We can't do our jobs if we're high on matcha." The one in blue and the leader spoke this time.
"Please, Ser Nardo... They hurt so much! I'll do anything. I just need them sucked a bit."
"Shit, Nardo, I've never done matcha before. It's supposed to be unlike anything this side of the seven systems. I'll help her out."
"You're the last one I want doing matcha, Gel. I can't count how many drug dens I've had to scrape you out of. If you weren't my brother... Fuck. Ok, Tel, you're our geek. Go over there and see if you can come up with a way to pump her without using your mouth."
Tel, in purple, gave his leader a reproachful look but came over and squatted near me anyways. He took one massive breast in one cool green hand and hefted it, studying it, and then gave the nipple a tug with his other hand. I groaned as milk dribbled out. He tugged at it harder, and a small spurt was released over his rubbery skin of his fingers.
"Hmm, her matcha-makers do look larger than usual, swollen and tight, and she's leaking profusely. I don't have any equipment here that could suction them, though. I'm going to bring her over to the couch so I can get a better look." He lifted me easily from my milky puddle and sat me on a ratty sofa in the main room. The others watched as he lifted and tugged the other breast as well. More milk coated his fingers. He brought it up to his nose holes and sniffed. This close to him I could see his pupils dilate as he inhaled. He licked a tiny bit from his fingers... And then he sucked at all the milk on his hand.
"Tel!! What are you doing?!" Barked Nardo.