Page 43 of Milk

He looked hurt. Good. He should be hurt. He didn’t fuck me last night. Now we were back to human testing!

“I don’t want to be mindless like Wren! I don’t want this!” I interrupted him.

“Shall I knock her out, Carter?” Susan asked calmly.

“No. Go fetch Wren.”

“What?” Susan and I asked at the same time.

Carter replied to Susan only, assertively. “Go fetch Wren.”

His tone left no room for question. He guided me to a fake porch attached to a fake house. I sat there, in the shade from the fake sun above. For ten minutes I stewed, until a naked Wren appeared holding hands with Susan. She seemed normal,nothing like her hyper-sexed frenzy she’d been stuck in the first time I saw her.

“What?” I demanded, as Wren climbed to join me, her own bell jingling playfully, massive tits swaying with each step.

“Hi, Tiff!”

“Wren!” I got up and hugged her.

She hugged me back. Something about the full warmness of her breasts caused my pussy to tingle pleasantly. I tried not to think about it.

“Suzie told me you wanted to talk to me?” She asked.

“Suzie? You call Susan Suzie?” I almost snorted.

“Yeah. It’s my pet name for her.”

“Pet name?”

Wren giggled. “She’s my … girlfriend. Sorta.”

“What? Girlfriend? But you – They kidnapped you!”

I was a hypocrite considering I was falling in love with Carter, despite being kidnapped as well.

“Kinda? But they also saved my life,” Wren mumbled.

“Saved your life?”

Behind her, Carter gestured to Susan. She stepped forward, holding some Polaroids. She handed them to Wren. She took it, but didn’t show it to me yet.

“Look, Tiffany. There’s a lot you don’t know,” Wren said softly.

Understatement of the year. “I can see that…”

“What do you know about me being gone?”

“Just that you disappeared?”

“Nothing else?” She asked, studying my eyes.

“Something about a robbery?”

Wren sighed. “There was no robbery, Tiff. I was beaten. And raped.”

“What?”

“Yeah.” She looked down at her feet, taking a deep breath, and glancing at the photos again. “It was pretty bad.”