Bred And Milked By Three Alien Commanders: A Dark Sci Fi Menage Lactation Romance

My debt was bought on a Tuesday and by Friday it was written against my body.
I could have defaulted that week. I did not, and I chose that.

Rowland stood at the scanner and tied the whole of it to three of them at once.
He explained nothing. He turned the console so I could read my quota myself.
That night he had me in the reassigned quarters, with the other two watching and the surveillance running.
Say it again, he said, about something I had thrown at him.
I said nothing for a long while after.

That is the shame of it. Not the quota. That my pulse lifts at the collection hours, not the numbers.
He says my registry number instead of my name and something low answers.

None of it is hidden from me. The units fitted and run until they are full. My milk logged as product. All three of them by turns until the quota is met and I am carrying.
No hour of mine is unwatched, and I still go back to that schedule.
Defiance is the last thing I own outright.
Do I hand it over at the first collection? Do I hold it and lose all the rest?

A full-length dark sci-fi breeding and milking erotic novel featuring a woman under quota and the three commanders who collect from her.