A Slave for the Milking Part One: Lovers and Lies Page 3

  “What?” Jacob asks. “You don’t even have any proof she’s here.”

  “But Carter said—”

  “Carter?” he interrupts. “And just why do you think you can trust this Carter fellow? You already said he was infatuated with you.”

  I roll my eyes. “Carter and I used to be together, but that’s in the past. We broke up a long time ago. And besides, he wouldn’t use something like this to get me to see him. That’s just crazy.”

  Jacob arches an eyebrow. “And this whole story isn’t?”

  I bite my bottom lip. “Look, I know what it sounds like, but I have proof. See this?”

  I pull out my cell phone and bring up the photo Carter emailed me, the very one that sent me running to Austin in the first place.

  “See that girl.” I point at the screen. “That’s Nikki. That’s her, and she needs me. She needs…”

  I swallow back a sob.

  I haven’t looked at the image since I first saw it back in Memphis. I don’t think it’ll have the same hold on me as it did back then, but I’m wrong. My chest tightens. My heart beats faster. I stare down at Nikki's naked body, and I shudder. Her wrists are cuffed above her head. Her legs are strapped to a table. Her back bucks and her mouth screams silently as doctors surround her, all of them working on her upper body while she writhes beneath their touch.

  And for some unknown reason, the sight of it all makes my cunt slick with need.

  What the fuck!

  Before I can even spare a thought on my messed up sexual urges, Jacob takes the phone from me. He stares at it for a long time before finally turning it off.

  “That’s it,” he says. “We’re calling the police.”

  My heart pounds even faster.

  “No,” I say. “No way. Carter said I couldn’t. Stahl owns the law around here. She’ll get to them first. She’ll hurt Nikki. She’ll—”

  “She’ll tell me exactly what the fuck is going on around here if she knows what’s good for her.”

  Jacob’s words come out in a growl. He backs away from me, but this time I won’t let him go. I can’t let him get to Stahl, not until I find Nikki.

  So I beg. I plead. I threaten. I curse. I do everything I can to change his mind, and eventually he listens. I don’t know how, but by some miracle he actually agrees to let me continue this foolish mission of mine, but only under one condition.

  “This is my personal number.” He forces a business card into my hand. “I want you to memorize it. You will call me as soon as you find anything, and I do mean anything. Even if this is all just some big misunderstanding, you will still call me, otherwise I will come looking. Got it?”

  I nod. “Got it.”

  He programs his number into my phone just to be safe then he guides me to the door. Thankfully for us, no one is around. He keeps his head down while he explains the layout of the facility, then he grabs one of the lab coats off the hook behind the door and throws it over my shoulders.

  “Just act like you know what you’re doing, and no one will question you.” He escorts me to the elevator. “I’ll see what I can learn from Stahl. If your friend really is here, we’ll find her. I can promise you that.”

  He squeezes my hand, and my throat tightens. I want to say something, anything, but I don’t have the words.

  What is it with me, anyway?

  I’m usually a rock. I don’t do the whole mush thing. I don’t flirt. I don’t date around. Hell, I don’t do much of anything come to think about it—not since Carter, anyway—but standing here with this man, this particular man, I want to do…something.

  Maybe if my nerves weren’t so shot I could think straight. Maybe then I wouldn’t look like an idiot while the elevator doors open and I pause on the threshold.

  “Look,” I manage to say. “I know we’ve just met and I know you don’t have to help me, but…Oh, what the hell.”

  I throw my arms around him before my better judgment can kick in. I aim for a quick peck on the cheek, but he’s faster than I am. His mouth darts in front of mine. He kisses me, and there’s nothing short or fleeting about it. His lips claim mine. One hand cups my head while another arm sneaks behind my back, and he clutches me to him with all the strength and ferocity of a long lost lover intent on never letting go.

  And God, do I ever not want him to let go.

  I don’t even know how we break our embrace, but when I open my eyes again, I’m staring at the checkered pattern of his tie. His lips brush my forehead. He helps me inside the elevator then presses the lower basement button.

  Thank God he’s handling all the small details because right now I’m still too shocked to think.

  “And don’t forget about that call, Ms. Hart,” he tells me as the doors slide shut. “I’ll be waiting.”

  And then the doors close, and it’s only me that’s waiting, waiting to descend into whatever hell it is that claimed Nikki and praying that somehow I’ll be strong enough to get out in the end.

  Three

  I keep my chin up and my gait crisp.

  I own this place, I tell myself over and over again. I belong here.

  Maybe if I think it enough, I might just believe it’s true.

  I hold my breath as men and women with clipboards dart past me. I turn down one white hallway and then another and another and another. White coats flutter all around while big men in black scrubs push giant carts loaded down with God knows what, but not once does anyone even question what I’m doing.

  So much for security.

  If I had any idea of where I should be going, I could probably grab Nikki and get out of here in ten minutes flat, but as it is, I find myself just wandering in circles. Sector C was easy enough to find—just go down, down, and more down, and there it is. But now that I’m here, I don’t know where to go. There are so many rooms, too many to check, and Nikki could be in any one. She could be in—

  A strangled cry echoes down a hallway to my left. I whip around to see where it’s coming from, and my world tilts suddenly.

  Oh, God, what is wrong with me? I need to keep it together, but the constant buzzing in my ears won’t go away. Did I have too much caffeine? Is my blood sugar about to bottom out again? Or is this some kind of stress thing? Lord knows I’ve barely slept in a week, not since—

  Another cry rips through my thoughts, and I stumble towards the sound.

  Nikki. I’ve got to find Nikki.

  I follow the moans to an open doorway just ahead of me and run inside. The sound is so loud it’s almost overpowering. Dozens, maybe even hundreds of voices echo against the walls. Cries and moans and pants make up a symphony of sound that calls to me like a siren’s wail.

  Nikki is here. I know she’s here. And she needs me to find her. She needs—

  I stop dead in my tracks.

  The room is as big as a warehouse. Machinery lines the walls to my left and right. Hydraulics hiss in the background. Metal moans. Clear, plastic hoses hang from the giant steel vats bolted to the ceiling above me while white fluid courses through the narrow tubes.

  But that’s not what I’m focusing on now. No, all I can look at right now are the dozens and dozens of naked women all bound up in neat little rows right in front of me.

  What the fuck?

  I’m too shocked to move. Less than six feet away, a woman hangs strapped to…what? An inverted bench? A flattened, steel girder? I can’t tell, and I don’t really want to know. Whatever that sick piece of machinery is behind her, it holds her tightly in place. Thick white straps crisscross her body. Metal braces pull her legs beneath her. She hangs at a forty-five degree angle to the floor, her arms bound behind the beam she’s secured against while her head slumps forward and her breasts…

  Oh, God, her breasts.

  They can’t be real. They just…can’t.

  Each one is gigantic. They sway beneath her like giant udders while twin pumps suck and pull at her skin. Suck and pull. Suck and pull. I watch what can only be milk flow through the clear tubes attached to her teats and I…I…

  Oh, damn, what do I do?

  I’m beside her before I even know it. I listen to her quick, heated breaths as she writhes against her restraints. I smell the sweat drenching her skin. I watch her throw back her head, and without warning she cries out, not like she’s in pain but almost…almost like she’s in ecstasy. Almost like whatever these bastards have done to her is the most wonderful torture she could ever imagine. Almost like…like…

  Fuck, I don’t even know.

  I stand there, unable to move, to think, to do anything but stare at this creature before me.

  Woman, I tell myself. She’s a woman.

  But she doesn’t look like a woman. Not really.

  Stripped of her clothes, she’s naked and bare. Not even a hair can be found on her body. Along with everything else these bastards have done to her, they’ve shaved her clean. Her bald scalp gleams. Vacant, almost mindless eyes look even more alien without any eyebrows or lashes to frame them. Taut muscles twitch beneath her sweat-soaked skin, and when she throws back her head yet again, a primal moan pours from her lips.

  Oh, fuck.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck.

  I don’t normally curse so much, but it’s the only word that comes to mind when I look at this…this thing.

  I take a deep breath and then another.

  Think Emily. You’ve got to think if you want to get Nikki out of here.

  And dear God do I ever want to get her out of here.

  I turn my back on the woman beside me. I can’t help her, at least not yet. First I have to find Nikki. She’s somewhere out there, strapped to one of these sick, fucking milking machines, and I’ve got to get her out of here. I’ve got to—

  A hand settles on my shoulder, and a scream leaps to my throat.

  “Easy, Emily.”

  That voice. I know that voice. I whip around, and a familiar face stares back at me. Shaggy auburn hair hangs across his forehead. Broad shoulders strain against the fabric of his rumpled lab coat while the barest hint of a smile tugs at his lips.

  “Carter!”

  I throw myself at him before I can stop myself.

  Oh, God, Carter. It’s been so long. Too long.

  A part of me trembles when he wraps those lean, muscular arms around my body, but another part…another part embraces the fear. He always had a way of making me like the fear.

  He strokes my hair—he always did say he loved my hair—then slowly he pushes me away. He holds me at arms’ length while he looks me up and down.

  “You haven’t changed a bit Emily. Still so beautiful.”

  The compliment makes me blush, but I can’t focus on small talk right now. I can’t focus on anything but the madness surrounding me.

  “Carter, is Nikki here?” I ask. “Is she…is she one of…one of…”

  He nods slowly.

  Oh, Nikki. Oh, God, Nikki.

  Behind me, a woman screams out. Her body thrashes. Her hips buck against what looks like a giant silver phallus embedded deep inside her cunt, and she comes long and hard while I…while I watch.

  How can I just stand here and watch?

  “Wonderful, aren’t they?” Carter whispers into my ear. “I’ve dreamed of showing them to you ever since I started working here.”

  He’s dreamt of what?

  My gut clenches. Surely…surely I must have misheard him, right? That damned buzzing in my head must have garbled up his words or something, because there’s no way in hell he could have said what I just think he said.

  Right?

  I start to ask, but Carter comes up behind me before I can turn around. One arm loops around my middle while his other hand slowly moves up to unbutton my shirt.

  My gut clenches. No…No, this can’t be happening. This can’t be…

  “Carter, you…you don’t really have anything to do with this, do you?”

  He chuckles against my ear. “What do you think, Emily?”

  His hand slips into my bra, but I’m too shocked to push him away.

  “But you’re the one who said Nikki was here,” I stammer. “You…you told me to come. You said she needed me. You said you’d help me find her. You said—”

  “Shh.” His voice is soft against my ear. “You’ll see her soon enough. Be a good girl, and I might just put you in a pod across from hers. Then you could see her all day. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Emily?”

  “A pod? What…what are you talking about, Carter? What…what…”

  He squeezes my nipple hard, really hard, so hard my legs turn to jelly and my core throbs as hard and fast as my racing heart.

  Oh, God…Oh, God!

  I slump into Carter’s arms, but he doesn’t let go. He’d never let me go. My mind buzzes as I feel him lower me to the floor. His lips brush my forehead, my throat. In one swift motion he rips open my shirt and yanks off my bra.

  “You’re already coming along so nicely, Emily. Just look.”

  He lifts up my head and makes me stare down at my chest.

  Oh, Lord, my chest…

  My nipples tingle. They stand firm and erect against my swollen breasts. Why are my breasts swollen? And what…what is that stuff leaching out of them? Tiny drops of fluid, almost like milk, leach out of my hardened teats.

  But…but that’s impossible. I can’t be…I can’t be…

  “Already lactating.” Carter strokes one breast before gently kissing the other. “You’re such a magnificent responder, Emily. I’d been afraid drugging your coffee would just destabilize the dose, but obviously the heat didn’t have much of an effect.”

  Wait, what…what is he saying? He drugged my coffee? He…he did this to me? But how? Why? Carter and I might have explored some freaky stuff when we dated, but this…this is just too bizarre.

  He leans over me. He plants his lips atop my teat and sucks hard. Oh, God, that’s so hard…

  My back arches. My pelvic muscles contract on reflex. I moan as nerves I never knew I had light up my core and I…I…I want more. Oh, God, I want more. I want…I want…

  I want to get out of here before I lose myself completely.

  “Stop…stop it, Carter. You can’t…you can’t do this.”

  “Oh, but I can.”

  His hands move from my breast down to my hips. Slowly, he pulls up my skirt. I squirm as his fingers crawl under my panties.

  “Carter…”

  “You want this, Emily,” he whispers into my ears. “You can’t tell me you don’t want this. It’s what you dreamed of.”

  What I dreamed of…

  His fingers enter me, and my mind drifts back to another time, years ago when we were first exploring each other. He left me hogtied on his bed. He did it often enough back then. He’d tie me up and fuck me then leave and come back and fuck me again. Sometimes I’d stay like that for hours, one time a whole day. At times I’d fall asleep, and then I’d dream, and the dreams…

  The dreams were always so dark.

  I used to tell him about them. I was young and stupid and he told me to be honest, so I was. I told him how I dreamt of being his slave, not just for play but for real. My whole life would revolve around pleasing him, and he’d please me in turn. He’d fuck me. He’d spank me. He’d train me to be the perfect, mindless, obedient little vessel I knew he wanted me to be, and I’d be happy. I’d be so very happy.

  But those were all just a bunch of stupid dreams. They didn’t mean anything. They couldn’t.

  Could they?

  His knuckles brush my clit, and I gasp. My own wet need coats his hand. I know I should push him away, I should fight, I should do something, but I can’t. I can’t and I…I don’t want to.

  “I know you only left me because you were scared,” he says. “I kept waiting for you to come back, but you never did. Why didn’t you come back?”

  Why didn’t I come back? Trapped beneath him as I am, imprisoned in the ecstasy he’s forcing upon me, I can’t think straight. I can’t rem ember why I ever left this…this…

  Nightmare.

  I look to my left, and a dark-skinned woman cries out as she comes. Beside her, a tiny Asian girl screams to the heavens.

  Oh, God, I’ve got to get out of here. I’ve got to…to…

  He pinches my clit and all thought disappears.

  “I was angry with you for a very long time, Emily.” He squeezes my flesh harder and harder while I moan and writhe beneath him. “You’d agreed to be mine, but then you ran away. I’d almost given up on ever getting you back, but then…then I found this place, and I knew you’d be perfect here. We’d perfect here. I’d finally get the chance to truly make you mine, and I will. Once she’s done with you, I will.”

  She? Who’s she?

  I try to ask, but then his teeth graze my skin. He nibbles at my leg, my hip, all the way up to my slit, and I can’t think. I can’t breathe. I can’t do anything but succumb to the pleasure he’s offering me.

  The pleasure I oh-so-desperately want.

  “That’s it.” He pulls away from me, but only just barely. “I want you to come for me, Emily. Come for me like you always used to come for me before.”

  The buzzing is stronger now. Three fingers delve inside me. They tug at my core. They beckon me to come while the heel of his palm grinds into my clit and his mouth…Carter latches his lips onto my teat and nibbles hard, so deliciously hard, and I…I…

  “Oh…Oh… Carter!”

  My body breaks apart as I scream out his name. I come so hard, so fast, and it’s been so long. Too, too long.

  Damn it, Carter, why do you always have to do this to me? Why do you have to make me feel so…so…

  Perfect.

  I grimace at the thought. No matter how good this man can make me feel, it’s wrong. All of this is wrong. I have to be strong. I have to find Nikki. I have to…

  “Relax, Emily.” Carter strokes my cheek. “Don’t fight it.”

  Around us, his other victims moan and pant. They watch from their fucking milking stations while he strips me bare and pulls me into his arms, and I…I just let him.