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Closing my eyes, I tried to get out of my head and lose myself in the sensation. I tried to forget that all human propriety had gone out the window. I was naked outside while two insects caressed my most sacred parts.

I was not a wilting flower by any means. But the Ai machines of Earth did not prepare me for the touch of something alive. I never had time for dating. I was busy keeping a company running alone while my asshole family did nothing worthwhile. I don’t think they ever noticed that the employees had long ago given up going to them to guidance.

I was CEO, CCO and CFO. I was president of production, president of sales, and president of marketing. All the real executive staff not busy fucking one of my family members reported to me. I was the linchpin of that organization…

And now I wasn’t.

I smiled.

My family was so screwed.

And I was guilt free. Not my fault my family sent me away and I was trafficked. And apparently, my altered biology was making it near-impossible for me to escape. I guess they were on their own.

Like removing the millstone around my neck, the realization set me free. I was finally fucking free. In captivity, yes, but free. Free of the family obligations and company responsibilities thrust upon me.

I could just be.

I sank into the sensations, the peaceful darkness of my psyche, and allowed myself to be swept away in the pleasure.

And it seemed my body was made for it—for this. Before I knew it, I was moaning and coming and having mind-blowing orgasms from the two insects milking my body.

The sterner one, Hovyk, came to remove the milking pan that was filled with milk. But Yoane was still finger fucking me.

“Good girl,” Gyanys murmured in my ear as I clung to him. “You are the sweetest hucow. Your cream smells amazing. Could you produce more? I bet you could.” He massaged my empty breasts.

I bore down and came again, and again, screaming to the world like a porn star. Meanwhile, Hovyk was returning with more bottles.

“You’re bottling my cum?” I breathlessly asked.

“Your cream is likely the best the Pollenverse has ever encountered.”

The sincerity shook me. It made me want to give him more.

By the time it was over, I was exhausted. Gyanys gathered me in his arms and carried me to the barn.

Chapter Eight

Iawoke in my little stall. The pillow that had been in the cage has been put down on the minty leaves of the barn. A giant, floppy flower petal was laid over me like a soft, slightly fuzzy blanket. The soft light filtering in and the overall quietness of the area made me think it was dawn.

Which made sense. I had to pee so bad.

I sat up and stretched out my sore limbs. I should be feeling many things, I imagined, but satisfied in a way I had never felt before probably shouldn’t be one of them. I should not have enjoyed my milking as much as I did.

I sat up to find a pail of water and a dish filled with fruit and vegetables next to my bed. There was also a white, soft egg-looking thing with it that might have been moving. Eww. Gross.

Nope. I was not eating that, whateverthatwas.

I could hear the soft rustling of the aphids. I stood up and looked over to them. They were all sleeping, apparently. They really did remind me of cows. On Earth, some female aphids even gave birth to live young.

Wrapping the flower petal around me like a towel, I tiptoed out of the stall to where the aphid herd slept. I highly doubted there was a toilet nearby. Ants probably didn’t bother. If I remembered correctly, ants on Earth had designated chambers for their shit. But I wasn’t inside the colony. I was in rural outskirts of their kingdom, I supposed. I figured there wasn’t a designated bathroom around this place.

Much like a barn at my home, tools of the cattle trade were stashed in corners or handing on hooks. I found a pitchfork and poked through the leaf three times, then worked through the holes to make rooms for my arms. Once complete, I donned the leaf like I would a three-arm hospital gown. It would do.

Not really knowing much about the planet of Otherworldly Delights, I decided to take the pitchfork with me while searching for a place to relieve myself.

I passed through the threshold and stepped barefoot onto the soft pasture which, I noted, seemed to spring back beneath my feet. I wondered if that was why it did not crush under the weight of the aphid herd. Besides being soft and damp, it tickled my toes.

Did it always do that?

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