Free Milked by her Alien Master by Elsa Silk

 
    Milked by
her Alien Masters
    By Elsa
Silk (Mars
Needs Women, Alien sex, Monster cock, breeding, f/f, m/f, m/f/f, breastfeeding
fetish, adult breastfeeding, lactation fetish, exam table sex, fisting, collar,
concubine, menage, orgy)
     
    Today, I
could be picked to become an alien’s concubine. If I passed the test.
    “All
volunteers enter the exam tent listed on your card.” The mechanized voice over
the loud speaker did nothing to calm my nerves. I rubbed the chill bumps on my
arms and searched the large auditorium.
    I was in a
domed football stadium, long abandoned and fallen to disrepair. Beneath my
feet, the old turf lay in patches. Kinda like everything in the Old City. All
around the field, tents were setup with large numbers on the door flaps. There
had to be around three hundred women here. They let us in a wave at a time,
each woman with a number. I’d heard they processed thousands on concubine
gathering days. But they only selected a handful, if any, every few months.
    Tent
fourteen was about half the field away and I weaved through the chattering,
excited women. Most were beautiful, curvy, obviously educated and well cared
for. It figured. Even after the aliens came and took over the world, flattening
everything and enslaving everyone, the few remaining power families were the
ones who got it all.
    My hands
shook and my mouth went dry. This had to work. But how did I stand a chance when
there were so many perfect women vying for so few slots?
    I stopped
in front of the appointed tent and smoothed down my simple yellow dress. It was
the best I had, but I hadn’t been able to get the mud stain out of the hem that
fell to my ankles. Or to hide the scars on my legs. I didn’t know exactly how a
woman qualified to be an alien concubine, but the pay would get my family out
of the Eastern Seaboard slum and maybe into a farm tenancy. According to the
stories my parents had told me, the world didn’t used to be like this, with everyone
crammed together. The cities had turned into warzones of poverty and gangs. The
aliens wanted our land for crops and everything else could fester. Oh, they did
things like do food drops and forcibly control birth rates so we wouldn’t
completely die off. They thought they did us a favor, keeping us alive in
squalid poverty. Maybe in a few generations, humans would agree.
    For me,
the only future that wouldn’t lead me to an early mass grave was to give myself
to an alien master. I needed to stop calling them aliens even in my own head. 
I whispered, “Neliousians.”
    It was a
joke that they came from Mars because they’d originally created an outpost
there before conquering Earth. But nobody knew where the large purple aliens
came from.
    The dark
green fabric covering of exam station fourteen fluttered and snapped.
    “Come in.”
    A tall,
scowling woman waved with impatience as if she’d been waiting on me or something.
I swallowed. Daydreaming could ruin my chances.
    My entire
body shuddered with nerves by the time the flap closed behind me. An exam table
filled most of the immediate space. The human doctor motioned to me as I tried
to keep my knees from buckling. This was what I wanted. What my family needed.
I needed to find the courage I’d lacked all my life. I gripped the sides of my
dress and managed to remain upright.
    “Strip.
Hurry it up.” She turned toward the table and rearranged some medical
instruments while three guards stood at attention. They looked bored and glassy
eyed.
    A squeal
made my skin jump and I couldn’t help but take a step backward. It came from
somewhere beyond the back, behind another set of tent flaps or even outside in
another exam area. The doctor gave me a frown. “If you’re that nervous about
it, you might as well leave. They only take willing women.”
    “No. I’m
fine,” I croaked. I threw the dress off and stepped out of my ragged sandals.
    Nude, the
air in the tent grew thick around me and I felt the stares of the guards