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I can’t see any of them just magnanimously allowing us to go home.

It would be too easy. Too simple. Too much of a fairytale for me to allow my brain to think in those terms. And so, I shut that part of me off. Right now, it’s about surviving.

That means if I have to take a probe up the arse in order to get home, then that’s what I’ll do. I can only hope it will be a pleasant experience and not as horrific as what’s described in those trashy magazines. At least he’s far better looking than what I’ve seen described.

My pussy clenches at the thought of this alien having his wicked way with me. Yeah… forget going home. My brain is already too far gone to keep my sanity if they do take me back.

Chapter Six

Fiona

His soft sigh flutters against my face as he takes the lead from between my breasts. With each gentle caress of his fingers, more arousal gathers at my lower lips. It was never this way back on Earth.

Even at my most aroused, I was never dripping. There certainly was never any need for either buckets or mops, but then, I don’t remember burning this fiercely in the arms of another. The cynical part of my brain wants to claim it was because no one ever turned me on like this on Earth.

But I know better.

It’s this damned serum making me pant after this alien like he’s the only dick available, and I must have sex, or I’ll die. Honestly, I can’t help but wonder if I’d be attracted to him without their potions making every cell in me quiver.

I want to sigh at my turn of thoughts. So pedantic. So predictable. I feel just like those women in the romance novels I’ve read in the past when I got so lonely I needed something to take the ache away.

How many times did I make fun of the heroines for spreading their legs for any dick that swung around them? Granted, I still stroked myself to the lurid words, not really caring about how stupid they were being. Not when there was a skilled dick to be had. Yet here I am fighting tooth and nail not to fall to my knees and beg this alien to relieve the pressure in my breasts, the ache between my thighs, and worse, the loneliness gathering in my heart.

As if he senses the turmoil weighing me down, he runs his hands along the crown on my head, stroking me, soothing me, as if I’m nothing more than a distressed pet to him. And that’s what I am. His pet. His plaything.

Fook. Even more arousal slickens my inner thighs as I squeeze them together, hoping for even a frisson of relief from this maddening affliction. Just one orgasm and I’ll be able to think straight. I’ll be that cool, level-headed show of force once more.

It’s the lie I tell myself as he wraps his warm hands around my chilled waist. It’s the falsehood that bounces around in my brain as those fingers skim up to cup my aching breasts and weigh them in his palms. It’s the manic deception that cries out as he leans forward to kiss the engorged mounds, yet ignores my nipples.

If this gag wasn’t in my mouth, I’d probably beg him. Just like those women I scoffed at while touching myself as I read. Would begging even work on one such as him? If only he’d allow me use of my mouth to try.

“Let’s get you a bit more comfortable,” he groans against my skin before tugging on the lead. “Be a good little cow for me and I’ll make you feel so fucking good. It’s a promise.”

My mind melts, refusing to allow any sort of rational thoughts to enter as I trot after him like some love-sick calf. It’sinsanity, pure and simple. Shaking my head, I do my best to dispel the lust coiling around me, cutting off my air supply.

Around me the soft sounds of women being touched, inspected, and ordered around coalesce into one lurid symphony until I nearly sway with the imagined beat. Heat infuses my body, driving away the chill from earlier. It doesn't seem to matter that I’m naked. My body accommodates to the climate to keep me comfortable.

Bright light assaults my eyes as he leads me down a long corridor. Squinting, I look up at the windows, noting the blue overcast of the sun and marvel. All this messy cow business aside, I feel truly in awe of the experience I’m lucky to have. How many others have wanted to travel outside the bounds of the Earth, and here I am breathing alien air.

Unfortunately, my happy feelings dissipate as he drags me into a room filled with strange equipment. As much as the analytical part of my mind wants to revel and explore, the foreign nature of the buttons and sounds drives a shaft of fear into my heart. It’s as if the moment I forget the ramifications of being on this planet, something comes in to remind me.

Once I’m fully inside, the alien closes the door behind us with an ominous click. “Now then, my beautiful cow. We are finally alone.” He saunters over to me, his lips quirking up into a dastardly smile. “Time to inspect my prize.”

His fingers are gentle as he reaches up to remove my gag. The moment the large phallus is out of my mouth, I groan and rub my poor stretched out lips. The alien simply watches in fascination yet says nothing.

Heat infuses my cheeks as I watch his pupils dilate. My mouth twitches as I start to speak, but in an instant, his hand is there, cutting off my words.

“Here on Icora, you are not allowed to speak in front of us. You are only allowed to moo. However, since you are my cow,I will allow it. But only in my presence or if you are given permission by another Rancher. Do you understand?”

With his hand in the way, I still can’t say anything. And so I nod. “Good little cow,” he murmurs before drawing his hand back. “You may now speak.”

“Thank you ever so much.” The sarcasm drips from my lips as I attempt a bow.

Unfortunately, my breasts are far too large and sore to allow me to be graceful. With what sounds like a grunt of frustration, the alien wraps his hand around my arm and helps me up as I begin to wobble.

“You are most welcome.”

The sincerity in his tone nearly cuts me to the core. “Oh. No,” I mumble. “That was sarcasm. I’m sorry. I-”

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