Page 62 of Milk
Tiffany sat up and looked at the jumpsuit and the key card with mild disbelief, before lifting her gaze to mine.
“You’re really going to help me escape?”
“If that’s what you want,” I agreed.
My heart hurt at the thought, but I held my poker face. Tiffany opened her mouth, then closed it without a word. She knew I didn’t want her to tell me. Her actions would speak for her and I’d know when it was time. I’d be ready no matter what she chose.
“Remember what we talked about?” I asked as she dressed in the jumpsuit.
“I-I do.”
“Good.”
There was nothing more to say. Not until I knew what her decision was. We walked through the facility to the Ranch. At the door, I stopped. This was where we’d say goodbye, perhaps forever.
“Carter…” She paused at the door.
“Tiffany.”
“I-I just want to say-”
I put my finger to her lips, then pulled her close. I kissed her slowly, my arms wrapped around her.
We kissed for a long time, her tongue slicking across mine, my moans rolling into her mouth. Hunger, passion, and more built between us. When we finally stopped, we were both breathless.
“We’ve said everything we need to right now,” I said in the wake of the kiss.
She wiped a tear from her cheek and walked through the door. I turned back to my room, went to my desk and pressed a button there.
“Susan, It’s time.”
“Yes, sir.”
Fifteen minutes later, she walked into my room, wearing a black jumpsuit and carrying two long, hard-shell briefcases, which she placed on my bed. She met my gaze as I finished adjusting my shirt.
I nodded once. “Are you ready for this, Susan?”
“Ready? I’ve been waiting since we captured those two,” she said, opening one case and pulling out the bolt-action rifle.
“Don’t forget… The last shot is mine,” I said darkly.
“Of course, sir.”
“Let’s go, we need the high ground.”
The security cameras were still working, but from a distance, I could pass for a farmhand. Or so I hoped. I paused, just staring back at the large blast doors where I’d said goodbye to him. Steeling my spine, I refocused. In the Ranch, the artificial sky was set to night and only minimal lights were on. I still knew exactly where I was going first.
The ‘Stable’ was behind the suburban style homes and locked with iron bars at night. Carter’s keycard opened them too and I entered the wooden building to find Jason sleeping, curled on the straw floor. They hadn’t even given him a bed. The interior of the stable walls were painted with cum. Jason’s mutations likely had him jerking off several times just to fall asleep. I felt bad for him, knowing how badly and often I needed to be milked.
“Jason. Jason! It’s me, Tiff. Get up,” I whispered.
Jason blinked, shooting up with a startled jolt and immediately grabbing my neck. I panicked as he growled. After a second, Jason recognized me. He released my neck, ashamed.
“S-sorry. I’m always on the edge here,” he said, before looking at my outfit. “What are you wearing?”
“A disguise. Come on, I’m getting us out of here.”
“You have the card?”
