Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 130317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 652(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 652(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Mia nodded again. She would have given the other woman a swift hug to thank her for all her help, but the front of her dress was now drenched and she didn’t want to get the nectar she was leaking on Zellah.
“Thank you,” she said again. And then she turned and walked as quickly as she could in the direction of her domicile. She would just have to pray she was wearing the old kind of Chastity Devices—the kind that didn’t send a signal to the Elders.
Hopefully she could get this fiasco taken care of before Sev came home.
THIRTY-SIX
SEV
“Brother Severith, you’re wanted in the foreman’s hut.”
Sev looked up from his labor—tending the pyramids of hydroponics plants which grew protein gills and sweet berries. It wasn’t so bad. The day before, they’d had him out in the heat of the artificial sun, hoeing the wheat crops manually. Compared to that, trimming the leaves and buds in the gentle warmth of the green house didn’t even make him break a sweat.
“Did you hear me? I said you’re wanted in the foreman’s hut.” It was one of the other males who worked here in the farming area, which took up about a quarter of the Dome.
“Did he say what’s it about?” Sev asked, frowning.
The other male—a Chakioun with pale blue skin and broad shoulders, shook his head. “Nope—just said to tell you to report to the foreman. I’d go quick if I were you,” he added. “If you don’t want to draw a shit detail like hoeing the wheat crop out in the sun or watering the grains.”
“Did that yesterday,” Sev grunted. “I’d as soon not repeat it.”
“Hurry up then—the foreman’s not a patient man,” the other worker advised him. “Best of luck,” he added.
“Thanks.” Sev nodded shortly as he gathered up his pruning tools and deposited them in the work basket.
He made his way out of the vast greenhouse and up the hill to the small wooden hut where the foreman stayed. Sev had only met him yesterday so he didn’t really have a strong impression of him, other than he was Chakioun like most people in the Dome, with pale blue skin and silver hair, and he seemed perpetually busy.
When he opened the door to the hut, the foreman had his head buried in a pile of documents on his desk.
“Yes?” he asked, without looking up.
“Uh, I was told to report here by another worker?” Sev made it a question, wondering what was going on.
“Oh, right.” The foreman looked up at him briefly. “Brother Severith, it seems your wife needs milking. Normally we don’t let husbands go early but a first milking can be traumatic so I’m releasing you for the rest of the day.”
“My wife needs what?” Sev shook his head, confused. “What are you talking about?”
“Oh, didn’t your advisor, Brother Jonash explain?” The foreman looked confused. “Well, never mind.” He waved a hand dismissively. “Since this is your wife’s first milking, the Elders will send an Informational vid to your domicile. It’ll explain everything to you both.”
“It will?” Sev still felt bewildered. He kept wondering if he’d heard the foreman wrong. How in the world could Mia need to be “milked?”
“Sure it will.” The foreman nodded briskly. “Now go on—be with your wife. Women aren’t very smart and something new like this can often scare them.”
Sev clenched his jaw. He wanted to tell the son-of-a-bitch that Mia was plenty smart, but he didn’t have time to argue right now. It sounded like something strange was going on in the little white domicile they had been assigned to live in and he wanted to be with his partner to help her if she needed him.
So he simply nodded his thanks and left the hut, walking as quickly as he could. He wanted to get to Mia before anything bad happened.
He had no idea he was already too late.
THIRTY-SEVEN
MIA
“Shit!” Mia whispered, looking down at herself. “Shit, shit, shit!”
She was crouched in the bathtub with the skirt of her white dress pulled up so that she could manipulate the hairbrush she was using and try to make herself come at the same time. The top of her dress had been pulled down—it was already drenched and Mia didn’t like the feeling of the clammy fabric against her skin.
The hairbrush—which at least looked new and clean—was the only thing she had been able to find to “insert” into herself as Zellah had recommended. She was using the handle, of course, but it wasn’t long enough or thick enough to stimulate her properly. Also, the bristles at the bottom of the brush, which felt so soft to her fingertips, were scratchy against her swollen clit every time she thrust it inside her pussy.
That might have been what kept her from coming…or it might have been the overwhelming guilt she felt every time she touched herself. But Mia knew this was the only way to get relief from the nectar that was filling her breasts, causing them to swell larger and larger, so she kept on trying, though it felt like she was getting nowhere.