Page 11 of M!lked For His Pleasure

There, behind her, is the most beautiful cow I have ever seen. My cock pulses as her tentative steps follow the handler. She’s compliant, obedient, shy even. To this point, I didn’t think I had a type, but I now know I do. It’s her.

I want her. I crave her. I have to have her. Glancing over at Vrokjan, I take in his amused smile. He can be smug all he wants. He has chosen his cow. It’s time I get mine.

Normally, when bidding, I’m calm, calculated. This time, however, I don’t wait. Amidst the musical tones denoting bids, the deeper sound of my buzzer rings out. Vrokjan raises an eyebrow but says nothing.

As his grin turns indulgent, I know he’s willing to let me do what it takes to win her. Every now and then, I glance behind me, fury racing through my veins as Jakroon and Ratainio put their heads together, whispering as they outbid me.

The look of lust on their faces is enough for me to see red. Someone that gentle has no business belonging to violent assholes like them. I can’t allow it. I won’t allow it.

Again, I slam my hand on the buzzer, grateful to hear the other plinks peter out. Now it’s just the sadistic brothers and myself. The amount on the screen changes so rapidly, I can’t keep up. All I know is I must win her.

To further stoke the fires and continue raising bids, the handler turns her around and puts her on all fours. Again, the heifer obeys without resistance. What would it be like to put her on all fours in front of me and bury myself within that tight pussy of hers?

It drips with arousal, making her pale pink flesh glisten in the light. I want to taste her, to devour her. Just like the rest of her, she’s delicate, small, and fragile. The need to break her, to split her open with my cock, beats at my brain until all rational thought is gone. With a groan, I hit the button again and wait for my nemesis to do the same.

Everything is silent. The auctioneer looks about the room, waiting for anyone else to bid. When my buzzer turns green, I nearly collapse in relief. She’s mine. All mine.

With a sheepish grin, I look up at the numbers and then back at Vrokjan. Thankfully, he doesn’t say anything, despite the fact that she costs nearly triple what we normally pay. I take hissilence as consent and breathe as the handler takes her off the stage.

Now that I no longer have a distraction, I can concentrate on the rest of the auction. Since I’ll be keeping that pretty little Highland to myself, I’ll need to help procure at least three other heifers to keep our production up.

Reaching down, I rub my palm across my cock as relief floods my system. Day of miracles indeed. Now, all that’s left to do is have Vrokjan win his prize, and it will be a day of celebration for sure.

Chapter Five

Fiona

My limbs tremble as they lead me away. Since I was the first, the pens look empty, solitary. And just like when I woke up on the strange ship, I feel very much alone.

Honestly, I should enjoy these precious moments away from the other women. Who knows when I’ll have another chance to be by myself? But then, my mind drifts back to the other one who held hands with me while we were still on the ship. Though I don’t know her, I hope to God she’s okay.

As my mind drifts, my steps falter. There’s far too much to see, too much to take in. The stalls look just like the ones on Earth. At least, the ones in Scotland. I didn’t take much time to go to farms while working in the States.

The alien continues to tug me forward with hard jerks of his hand, as if he doesn’t care that I’m doing my best. Exhaustion lines every inch of my body as I sway forward, wishing I could move as fast as his pace commands.

But he’s far too tall, and my legs are far too short. I would have to turn this stroll into a speed walk or a mild jog to keepup with him. A laugh threatens to bubble up inside my chest as I picture those older women at the malls, racing about while keeping their movements to the gentle glide of a walk.

Would I look as ridiculous as them? Probably more so since none of them had gags in their mouths or leashes around their neck. And just as quickly as the flash of humor came, it leaches out, leaving me deplete and exhausted. Again, the alien jerks me forward, nearly sending me sprawling on the floor.

The need to grab the leash in my hands and tug back races through me, flaring as hot as my temper usually spikes, but there’s no use. As much as I want to, I don’t dare fight the hand leading me to my new place. I saw what they did to the other girl when she fought back, and I refuse to allow that to be me.

I can’t allow my desires to get the better of me. At least like this, I can have full body autonomy. I can walk on my own, and if needed, protect myself. Strapped to that contraption, she was vulnerable. More than I am right now.

Just as my steps begin to falter again, we reach an enclosed area. From the looks of it, it’s a bit bigger than the others. Does that mean there will be far more cows?

I don’t know much about auctions and even less about their currency and how far it goes. If the beeps were any indication, however, it seemed like a lot of Ranchers wanted me. Can they afford many more?

But more importantly, will I like the women I’ll be forced to share this humiliating life with? It seems so petty to think like that, but if we’re all in this hellacious ordeal together, then I’d at least want it to be with people I like and can possibly confide in.

The alien shoves me inside, scattering my thoughts as I almost fall to the ground. Thankfully, my quick reflexes and obliging pen post allows me to catch myself before any actual damage is done. Tears prick my eyes as I huddle into the back and wrap my arms around my naked body.

Arousal drips from my pussy unbidden, making my inner thighs sticky and damp. Nothing about this rough treatment or humiliation should cause such a reaction, and yet, I can’t seem to stop it.Fookingserum.

While I’m still alone, I skim my hands over my breasts, groaning at how hot and fevered my skin feels. Each brush of my fingers feels like lightning shooting through my body. It’s an exquisite agony that knows no words, but my body seems to understand and accept it.

Soon, noises fill the area as the aliens bring others in. Going to the front of the pen, I crane my neck around, watching as they’re all carted off into different sections. Soon, however, another one comes to join me, shuffling to the back where she thinks she might be safe. None of the other people being led into this space are the woman from earlier, though.

My heart pounds in my chest as I continue to watch, feeling an obligation to this stranger. She found me in the midst of torment. We had a bond, her and me. Even though we weren’t able to speak to each other, we could be a show of force in this mad situation.

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