[Fill] Suck it up, Cheerleader (4/?)
anonymous
October 12 2015, 19:43:12 UTC
That suggested to Miranda that someone was drinking their milk. His suspicion that orgasms did nothing for the taste made her think that it wasn't him. They were being milked for someone higher up. Knowing batarians, it was probably being sold to the highest bidder. There was an element of comfort in that. They were valuable, and wouldn't be discarded as long as they were productive. So there was no immediate danger.
On the other hand, there was no obvious escape to be had. Nobody knew where she and Kelly were, they had been off the grid, on the run from Cerberus, changing their identities and never sleeping under the same roof twice, out in the Terminus systems.
That the batarians had found them, and had known exactly how to take her down (sheer numbers, and horse tranquilizers) made her suspect that she had been betrayed. No doubt the Illusive Man had circulated her file as revenge. She would see that he got what he deserved when she got out of this.
Kelly came through gritted teeth and Brains looked satisfied. Miranda watched intently for details. She hadn't seen the room from this angle before. Maybe there would be something she could use. Brains unhooked the milk receptacle, sealed it and racked it in a refrigerator. First of the day. There was space for at least a dozen of them in there. Kelly was filling three a day, and her production had been steadily increasing.
Happy was still with in the room with her, his stun baton at the ready, but Junior had disappeared. Miranda now saw him entering the milking suite pushing a chair like her own. An unconscious bald woman lolled in it, manacled.
“Oh, no!” cried Miranda. “No! You bastards!” Tears came to her eyes and she struggled against her manacles, shaking her body, oblivious to the pain. “You fucking animal bastards!” she sobbed.
Happy sniggered behind her as Junior and Brains strapped Jack into a milking stand.
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anonymous
October 12 2015, 20:43:19 UTC
I can't wait!
Do you mind if I request that they eventually rescue themselves and reunite with the rest of the Normandy? I can tell I'm already emotionally invested and will be devastated if anyone (well, any one of the women) dies or stays a slave for the rest of her life. :(
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anonymous
October 12 2015, 20:56:23 UTC
Don't worry. I am by nature a complete sap. The worst you'll get is 'bittersweet' and 'heartwarming' is a distinct possibility if I can get the words to line up right.
On the other hand, there was no obvious escape to be had. Nobody knew where she and Kelly were, they had been off the grid, on the run from Cerberus, changing their identities and never sleeping under the same roof twice, out in the Terminus systems.
That the batarians had found them, and had known exactly how to take her down (sheer numbers, and horse tranquilizers) made her suspect that she had been betrayed. No doubt the Illusive Man had circulated her file as revenge. She would see that he got what he deserved when she got out of this.
Kelly came through gritted teeth and Brains looked satisfied. Miranda watched intently for details. She hadn't seen the room from this angle before. Maybe there would be something she could use. Brains unhooked the milk receptacle, sealed it and racked it in a refrigerator. First of the day. There was space for at least a dozen of them in there. Kelly was filling three a day, and her production had been steadily increasing.
Happy was still with in the room with her, his stun baton at the ready, but Junior had disappeared. Miranda now saw him entering the milking suite pushing a chair like her own. An unconscious bald woman lolled in it, manacled.
“Oh, no!” cried Miranda. “No! You bastards!” Tears came to her eyes and she struggled against her manacles, shaking her body, oblivious to the pain. “You fucking animal bastards!” she sobbed.
Happy sniggered behind her as Junior and Brains strapped Jack into a milking stand.
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Stay strong. I'll try and have another chunk done this week.
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Do you mind if I request that they eventually rescue themselves and reunite with the rest of the Normandy? I can tell I'm already emotionally invested and will be devastated if anyone (well, any one of the women) dies or stays a slave for the rest of her life. :(
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Like "free-range eggs," but for Batarian sex slaves :D
Thanks for the super hot story!
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