Published:
November 24, 2025
Milch Mission
Saskia, 22, obdachlos und auf der Flucht vor einer Haftstrafe, wird in einer kalten Nacht entführt und in die finsteren Hallen von Schloss Algolag gebracht. In der BDSM-Welt der tschechischen Einrichtung wird sie zur menschlichen Milchkuh und Gebärmaschine, neben der rebellischen Julia, der plappernden Mia, der vertrauensvollen Lena und der stillen Anna. Doch als Herrin Jennifer, die Chefin des Schlosses, Saskia einen Ausweg anbietet, gerät sie in ein Netz aus Verrat und Verlangen.
Um das betrügerische System der Herrin Elaine zu stürzen, muss Saskia die Verräterinnen Julia und Mia entlarven und die Milchabteilung in eine Welt sinnlicher Hingabe verwandeln. Dabei entdeckt sie ihre Liebe zu Anna und einen Traum von Freiheit in Portugal. Zwischen Milch und verbotenen Umarmungen kämpft Saskia um Macht, Liebe und ein neues Leben.
Ein erotischer Roman voller dunkler Intrigen und zärtlicher Leidenschaft, der die Grenzen zwischen Unterwerfung und Freiheit auslotet.
Chapter 1
A damned cold wind blew from the east through the city and made me shiver. For the night I needed some shelter from the wind. In summer it had still been pleasant, but now it was early October and the temperatures, especially at night, kept dropping further. It was already my third year on the streets and I slowly knew the best spots. However, most of them were occupied by the older people who poured huge amounts of alcoholic drinks down their throats every evening. I didn't get along with them well and tried to keep as far away from them as possible. The more alcohol they had in their system, the more demanding they became.
This was something I really couldn't do without in my life. Most of them were more than twice my age, at 22 years old. Unlike me, they mostly lived on the streets voluntarily. I, however, had to hide from the authorities and that worked best on the street. No one would think of picking up a homeless person if she wasn't causing some kind of nonsense. I always kept myself out of all trouble, looked for sleeping places where the uniformed state troops wouldn't dare go, and sought solitude in particular. It was anything but easy at first.
I now knew the alleys quite well and knew where I could go. Some months ago I had found a hidden refuge just outside the city in a crooked old house that was closer to collapse than restoration. It was one of those old concrete bunkers, which no longer interested anyone. In front you couldn't land there anyway. The others had already claimed it and often received visits from the guys with the tilted caps. I had found my camp in the rear area of the house. There was a not very large hole in the outer wall through which I could wriggle.
Behind it I landed in an inaccessible basement room that was sheltered from the wind and even somewhat warm. The flat-caps had certainly discovered this entrance and tried to shine light into the darkness with a flashlight. However, the room was a bit twisted and I could crawl under there. In addition, they couldn't wriggle through the narrow opening, and neither could my colleagues from the street. Unfortunately, the whole building was torn down at the beginning of summer and I had to search for a place to sleep every night again. Things looked pretty bad this early evening.
All my carefully selected sleeping places were already occupied. There was only one a bit further out in an industrial area, and I set off there. From my last three euros begged during the day, I bought myself a ring of sausage meat and two dry rolls as well. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough for some mustard. But at least I could treat myself to a small evening meal before sleeping. I didn't need to buy water. I got that during the day, like my colleagues, from a small well. For this, I dragged four plastic bottles with me in my tattered backpack. That was quite heavy, but at least I wouldn't go thirsty.
The others hardly bought anything to eat with their begged money. They rather spent it on alcohol. I didn't really want to end up there. I had a clear goal in mind and used most of my time to find a travel route to Portugal. With the bus I couldn't travel anyway. On one hand, I lacked the money for that and I didn't have a passport to cross the border. Therefore I had to cover the entire distance on foot. That meant, however, that I had to plan my route very carefully. On one hand, I needed something to drink, had to eat along the way, and also places where I could beg a little money.
For this purpose I was often at the train station. There was a bookstore with maps which I memorized quite precisely. To make sure I wouldn't forget the selected route again, I had stolen a small notebook and a pen. The two items just happened to fall into my backpack, of course unintentionally. The whole thing would have cost me five euros. That was something I simply couldn't afford. With that money I could almost survive for three days. So I had obtained them in the city in a department store. The employees didn't notice anything when I walked through the aisles with my backpack and then left the store with a bag from the bakery.
Of course I couldn't do this too often. Eventually it would be noticed and the cops would pick me up. Then my escape would be over. They would put me in a really miserable hotel with barred windows and leave me there for at least three years. That would never happen to me. To lock me up, they'd have to send the army. Simple flat-caps wouldn't be enough. To them I was simply superior. The street was my territory and I knew it well. There were everywhere nice little hiding places that they never found. From their point of view, the city was orderly arranged and they never found the small hideouts we knew.
We just had to free ourselves and in less than a few seconds disappear into a mouse hole. Unfortunately, we couldn't save our belongings, but that could be easily regained again. One just had to know the right places. A reasonably usable blanket for the night, some plastic bottles and a bit of provisions you could get almost anywhere if you knew where. In my city these were all the old clothes containers. Most of them were naturally locked so that the scum behind them could make millions from donations, but there were some that you could open without much difficulty in the darkness.
Plastic bottles you can find mass-produced at the train station and with a little begged money you can also buy new ones from the cheap supermarkets. There were also always containers from which you could fish out some food. However, you had to be careful not to be seen. The supermarkets and the cops didn't understand any nonsense. Allegedly it was theft, although the supermarkets weren't allowed to sell the goods anymore because the best-before date had expired. But it said 'at least usable until' and not 'instantly deadly', which in their eyes was the same.
They just simply didn't want anyone to give away food that could still be eaten without hesitation. There was no money for that anymore, and then it had to be destroyed. Free of charge was at the bottom of the list. But since we sometimes skipped the very cold nights anyway, you could also take good advantage of the containers. Although they were now locked, like the clothes containers, what would stop us much? Locks could be opened secretly and quietly with a little patience and a piece of wire, which you could find anywhere really. In some cases it was even enough if you looked at the lock a bit more sharply.
Just as I turned the last corner that should lead me to my last sleeping place, I had to stop. Right in front of me, blue lights flickered through the area and I saw more than enough of my enemies in the ugly blue uniforms. In addition, some firefighters in thick suits and as if that wasn't enough, also technical assistance. The whole scene was blocked off and everywhere this red-white plastic tape fluttered through the cold wind. Only slowly did I dare to get a bit closer. Before me, a crowd of people had already formed because everyone wanted to know what was being offered.
At that moment I could also see through all the people how a rather unattractive mass was moving through the streets. Among the spectators in the thick jackets I could already hear the gas station. Somewhere near my last place for the night, a water pipe under the street had burst due to construction work and the whole soup had then found its way out. The half of the street was undermined and all the sand and dirt now ran through the streets. In the truest sense of the word, no eye remained dry. The entire area was largely blocked off because it had to be sealed again first.
My last sleeping place for the night had thus become inaccessible and I had to quickly find a sheltered spot where I could sleep. So I turned back again, stood at a street corner, and thought about what sense it made to visit any hiding places for the night. Due to the extremely cold weather, the best spots were already occupied by midday and besides, I wouldn't get much sleep with my befuddled colleagues. On one hand, they were actually always loud and on the other hand, I had to be careful as a young woman that no one crawled under my blanket.
Of course I liked sex, but not with these old guys who had been dragged through the gully multiple times. Moreover, I had to take care not to get pregnant. On the streets, there was hardly any medical care. It would also be difficult enough just to live on the street. And in my situation, I couldn't exactly go to a hospital for any problems. They would certainly want payment and I had to give my name. As soon as that happened, the alarm bells would ring at the police and I'd have to disappear quickly.
Moreover, I would have to abandon my plan of leaving Germany for Portugal immediately. With a big belly I couldn't just jump over logs and stones and on the way to find a doctor when I needed one was about as unlikely as a condom in a monastery. That simply wasn't feasible. So I didn't need to look at the occupied places in the city anymore. They were surely already clearly overcrowded and alcohol was flowing in streams. But since all my places had already been taken and the last one in this industrial area wasn't accessible for me, I needed an emergency sleeping place.
I found it a few streets further on. In a very quiet narrow street there was actually a bus shelter made of dark glass. Surrounded by wind protection and almost perfect for the night. Actually we avoided these small houses because they shortened our nights significantly. By early morning, when people went to work, it would get really loud and the night would end quite early. Considering the fact that my sleeping places in the city were already long overcrowded and the last one was inaccessible due to water, I had to bite the sour apple and settle down in this house.
The plastic seats inside were anything but comfortable and for sleeping they weren't even padded. To keep us away from them, they were specially designed so that you couldn't find any rest there. Therefore I voluntarily refrained from occupying them. I just sat on one of them for my meager evening meal, spread my blanket on the floor in front of it. It was a bit colder, but it warmed up over time. Moreover, it had already become late and since the night in this small building would certainly be much shorter than I wanted, I simply had to accept that.
After the last bite of my sausage meat with the bread, I made myself comfortable on my underlay, covered myself with my emergency blanket from the thermal foil and closed my eyes. The floor wasn't exactly very comfortable, but at least I wasn't in the draft and my body heat also warmed up my sleeping place quite quickly. Since I was already quite tired, I fell asleep relatively quickly. I lay comfortably on my thin underlay on the flat stone floor. On the street it remained quiet. This gave me a very calm night. However, I didn't notice how someone entered my small shelter in the middle of the night.
The first thing I noticed was a brief pain in my right hand. I woke up, looked into the dim darkness at my fingers, but saw nothing special there. Probably a beetle had just made sure that it couldn't really enjoy me. I rubbed briefly over the spot, turned to the side and simply fell asleep again. You got used to it when you slept outside. It was more or less normal, depending on where you were sleeping. Actually, it was somewhat more common in the grass, but sometimes it also happened on the stones. You just had to live with that.
What had bitten me must have been a special animal. After a few minutes I noticed a quite clear change. I wasn't really asleep, but simply lay motionless on my small night bed and my eyes wouldn't close. In the half-darkness I could only see the small sand grains under the seats on the paving stones. I wasn't sleeping normally, but I also wasn't really awake. It felt like an eternity until something moved next to me. I could only hear it, but not see it. Everything happened behind my back.
I wanted to scream and draw attention to myself, but no sound left my mouth. As if numb, I crouched on my mat and had to helplessly watch as a strong man slowly pushed his way into my field of vision. From the darkness emerged some fingers that gently opened my eyelids, took me under the microscope for a few seconds, and then without haste took my backpack. I wanted to grab it, but this service also failed me. Had they robbed me and thus ruined all my preparations for my escape to Portugal?
Even worse, however, was the fact that this loss didn't even provoke anger in my eyes. It simply wasn't important and seemed completely indifferent at that moment. But there wasn't really anything to take from my backpack anyway. I could endure my plastic bottles with the remaining water. The little money I still had, I wore on my body, hidden in my bra. There wasn't much to take from me. However, a few seconds later the person returned, pulled my light blanket away and simply lifted me off my mat.
Before my eyes, the dark glass panes of the bus shelter passed by. I was floating outside, the cold wind hit me in the face, which I didn't even notice, and my body disappeared on the back seats of a large car. There, my backpack was also lying in front of me again. After me followed my light blanket, which was simply placed over me, and finally my underlay, neatly folded, found its way into my tattered helper. Behind me, the rear car door closed. Shortly after, the driver's door opened and a person sat down behind the steering wheel. The engine started and gently swaying, a trip into the unknown began.
Chapter 2
How long the journey lasted I couldn't tell. I lay the whole time motionless on the back seat, noticed the gentle swaying and from the radio came some rock songs. I couldn't make myself noticeable and the person who was driving the vehicle didn't say a word to me. It simply drove straight ahead and obviously we were moving pretty quickly. From the back seat I could see the trees flying by us. We must have been on the road for hours and he didn't even take a short break. He just kept going and I had no idea where he was taking me at all. Maybe directly to Portugal. If I ended up in Portugal, I would be grateful to him.
However, it certainly wasn't in the direction I actually wanted. But neither did that provoke any anger in me. It was simply indifferent to me and didn't even really enter my mind. The last part of the ride was anything but pleasant for me. It was surely no paved road, but rather a dirt path with potholes that definitely had their own postal code. Since I still couldn't move, it was hard to stay on the seat at all. Lying still wasn't possible and eventually I fell forward between the rows of seats. From this point on, the unwanted trip was anything but pleasant for me.
Everything seemed to press on me in some way, which was also not quite as bad for me. I didn't even notice what was happening. After half an eternity, the car finally came to a stop and the engine died. Where I had ended up, I couldn't see. I lay deep between the two rows of seats and only saw the dusty floor in front of me. This apparently didn't bother the driver at all. He disappeared for a few minutes and left me alone. I only noticed when the door was opened at my legs. I was roughly pulled out of the vehicle and landed on his shoulder.
Since I couldn't turn my head, I only saw the dusty field path under his feet and some wild grass patches on the way to an uncomfortable accommodation in the middle of nowhere. There was a staircase going up and I ended up in a small but very clean room. There was only one bed, a small closet and a square table with a blue-covered chair. No window was considered. The light came from LED strips under the ceiling. They put me on the bed and locked the door behind me. Since I still couldn't move, but now lay on a more comfortable mattress, I could fall asleep.
How long I slept there, I didn't know. In any case, it must have been several hours. When I woke up, I could move again. It sounded as if I had sand in my joints, but at least I was able to get up. Carefully I made my way and searched the small room where I had landed. There was practically nothing here. Also, my things weren't with me. I only had what I was wearing on my body, but the rest simply vanished. The door also couldn't be opened. That was so about the first thing I tried. Of course, I wanted to get out of here.
It must have been approximately a quarter of an hour when suddenly the door opened. In came an older woman with severely combed gray hair, thick glasses on her nose and a look that could revive the dead. I immediately felt intimidated but made it clear to her that I would report this kidnapping. She just looked at me silently, thought for a few seconds and then said with a voice that left no room for objection, "I don't care what you do. Sit down on your stinking ass and listen carefully to what I'm going to tell you now!"
She hit the right address with me. After I had regained my strength and slept off, I was full of energy. The stomach complained although it was already empty again, but I hadn't noticed that for a long time. In the early morning it was always like that. I didn't want to sit down, but walk. So I took two steps toward her, raised my arms to be ready for an argument and wanted to get involved with her. She simply stood still and in the last moment took a small step to the right. Like a little child I ran full speed into the door frame and got only a bloody nose.
"Why the hell do you goddamn sluts never listen? No one touched you, but just brought you here and before we can make an offer, you want to run away again. You should simply sit down on your ass and open your ears. That can't be so difficult to understand," she spoke more to herself than to me.
An offer could still be discussed, but why did I have to be dragged out of my bed, made a half-world trip in a car and then locked up in this room. However, the old woman immediately pointed a pistol at my chest. She knew much more about me than I liked. This made her very clear to me. She not only knew my complete first name but also almost everything about my prison sentence, which I actually had to serve. The supposed offer was also no real choice. She held a file card in front of my face and said, "Saskia Mahrweg, 22 years old, convicted criminal and currently on the run from the police. There is a multi-year prison sentence ahead, as we found out. There are now two options for you. Either you do what we tell you for a while and you can completely forget your prison sentence and be sent to Portugal, or we bring you directly to the next station and make sure you serve your prison sentence. Your decision!"
Apparently my plan to evade the prison sentence had completely failed and these were some bounty hunters who had set their sights on me, or they belonged to a criminal organization that was much better organized than I could imagine. The choice, if one could even call it that, fell quite easily for me. I would not voluntarily go to jail and according to their rules, I would only play along until I saw a chance to escape. That wouldn't take very long. So I accepted the offer for now. The gray-haired woman made more or less a satisfied face, turned to the door and called, "You can inform Jenny that we have one for her."
Behind the door came an agreeing murmur, followed by heavy steps that disappeared. The woman, however, stayed with me and ordered, "Out of the dirty and stinking clothes. You need to wash yourself first. I can't introduce you to the boss like this."
That wasn't a big problem, but I had nothing else to wear anymore. I lived only from begging and couldn't carry an entire wardrobe with me. Furthermore, all the stuff had long since disappeared from my tiny apartment after I simply ran away in one night and fog. Without rent payments there was no apartment anymore and from my furnishings you couldn't do anything anyway. But the old woman already had a solution for that. She left the small room and came back a few seconds later with a white dress and Jesus pants.
She threw them on my bed and waited for me to take off my clothes. Only very hesitantly did I comply with the order, which didn't go fast enough for her. Instead of waiting for me, she tilted her head and snarled, "We don't have all day until little Saskia gets out of the rags. You have two minutes before I help you!"
I couldn't really be frightened by threats. That would require much more and that wouldn't help me at all. There I was a scrapper. However, she only gave me two minutes before she took a step toward me, tore my sweater into pieces and wanted to grab my thin shirt. I fought back with quick hands. My sweater was one of my most important belongings left. In winter it kept me warm and in warmer months it served as a head pillow. She had simply destroyed it and I couldn't just let that go.
But this didn't disturb her. I received three very hard slaps, which also split my lip open, and with the next grab from her, she tore my thin shirt apart. Even my bra couldn't stand up to her. It fell directly behind and with it my last coins, clattering on the floor and distributing themselves in the small room. That alone wasn't enough for her either. Roughly, she threw me onto the table top, held my head firmly and threatened, "You make another move and you start your new task in a plaster cast! I have the channel full. Take off your dirty clothes or you'll get to know me. I can also be quite different."
Quite different I could also be, just not in this position. I tried only to stand up, which resulted in her pulling me out of the room with arms that probably were made of steel, catapulting me into a tiled room and slapping me against the wall. The next thing I noticed was a thick hose directed at me and after a pull on a lever the water jet threw me again against the wall. I couldn't resist the concentrated water. The pressure from the hose held me constantly against the wall and the gray-haired woman repeatedly ordered me to finally take off the remaining clothes.
My pale skin turned red under the water blows and I had to be nailed to the wall, taking off my pants. I barely managed and had to concentrate all the time on staying on my legs. I could only manage for a few minutes. My pants were hanging in my knees and I fell to the ground. But even that didn't help me. The old woman still kept the water jet on me and washed my underwear along my legs. Before I could take off my pants, I had to get rid of my shoes first. At least I managed that.
When I finally looked at the old woman again, a man with a scarred face appeared behind her, whose glassy eyes immediately stared at the dark hair between my legs. The woman with the hose in her hand didn't care about it. With a heavy accent, the guy said that he had spoken to a certain Jennifer and that it could start this afternoon. The woman nodded briefly, turned off the water and threw me a piece of soap. I was supposed to wash myself and prepare for my new life. Directly in front of both of them I had to wash my matted hair and use the soap to remove the smell.
After that, I was sprayed once again with the water hose and was then allowed to go back into the small room and put on the little dress and pants. My strength wasn't enough for much after the exertion. Also, my stomach started having problems. It had been too long since I last had solid food, which robbed me of additional energy. Naked and cold, I returned to the small room and noticed again the unmistakable looks of the man on my backside. He closed the door behind me and then turned to the old woman. What they talked about, I couldn't understand, but I was sure it was about me.
She became louder during the conversation. Obviously she was angry about something. Maybe it was because of me? I had taken forever to get undressed, and she had torn my clothes apart. I tried to eavesdrop on the door, but from the sounds I couldn't make sense of anything. However, I had to quickly stop pressing my ear against the door. The locked door was opened again and I quickly threw myself onto the bed so that they wouldn't notice. The man entered the small room, placed a plate with some food on the table, and disappeared again. Naturally not without trying to get another look at me.
The door was locked again and absolutely nothing held me in the bed. In front of the small cell there was again silence and I took care of the food on the plate. It wasn't really much and didn't taste good either. Most of it was some very liquid-like vegetable. There were two slices of dry bread, a dab of butter, a slice of cheese with more holes than cheese and a rather dried-out slice of ham. However, I could already get used to that from my time on the streets and wasn't upset by it. At least I got something to eat and didn't have to ignore my hunger anymore.
Of course, it wasn't much and gave hardly any energy, but what should I expect? At least I had something to occupy my stomach. That was already worth a lot. Accordingly, I took care of the food on the plate. Although I actually didn't like vegetables and preferred hearty food, the first thing disappeared into my mouth. This at least temporarily satisfied my biggest hunger and my stomach finally had something to do. I saved the slice of ham for the end and enjoyed it with the butter on the bread, which actually tasted quite delicious.
Unfortunately, it wasn't very much and was far below the amount I usually ate in a day, but at least they didn't want to let me starve. I hadn't even finished my first meal of the day when the door opened again. In the doorway stood the old woman with a younger one in tow. She immediately looked at me, tilted her head slightly and wrinkled her nose. The outfit she was wearing made me very curious. It was a wild mix of black leather and glowing red latex. The old woman remained standing in the doorway and the younger one approached the table.
She took a closer look at me but said nothing. Only when she had seen enough did she turn to the older one and said, "She's not particularly special, but I didn't expect that from you either. How much do you want for the birdwatcher?"
Before the old woman could answer, my temper snapped. I wasn't a damn birdwatcher, which I unfiltered threw in her face. The younger one turned her head toward me, gave me a bitter and threatening look and whispered, "No one asked you! That means you hold your tongue until someone finds out something about you. If you open your mouth again, you stay here!"
Then she turned back to the older woman and received as an answer "a flat five." The aunt in the breathtaking outfit shook her head annoyed. Instead, she said, "She's not worth more than one five. Just for the smell, you should add something else."
The mild grin of the gray-haired woman disappeared and it was only about single digits. In the end, they settled on two four and shook hands. With that, the deal was sealed and the young woman left the small room. The old woman, however, wasn't really enthusiastic and became harsh again. I had to get up and follow her. The guy was no longer visible. For me it went outside, where a large SUV with an open door was waiting for me. I was shoved through the door, had to sit down on the leather, and the ride began. Behind me sat the young woman, tapping on a tablet and telling the driver to go faster.