Page 141 of M!lked For His Pleasure

His Sassy Hucow

Sinistre Ange

Prologue

Cassandra

“Guilty.” The gavel banged down, and Cassie let out a long sigh. She’d known what the verdict would be from the moment she’d been caught. It couldn’t be anything else. The Allied Worlds government had set a trap for her, and she’d fallen into it.

The judge leveled a stern look at her.

“Cassandra Thomas, from here you will be taken to the inmate ship. On board, you will be given the opportunity to access information about the prison planets and choose the one that appeals the most to you. I hope you think long and hard about what you plan to do with the rest of your life.” The woman sniffed, shaking her head. “It’s a shame to see such intelligence wasted.”

Because that was what the Allied Worlds were all about—productivity. Everyone had to be a contributing member to society.

Cassandra felt like she’d contributed with the redistribution of wealth from citizens who really didn’t need any more thanthey already had to those who were in need, but hey, what did she know?

“Thank you, your honor,” her attorney said. The woman had tried to make a case for sympathy for her, considering she hadn’t kept any of the funds she’d stolen for herself, but the law was clear… and Cassandra was guilty as hell.

She could practically feel the satisfaction radiating from the company representatives behind her—the businesses whose pockets she’d pilfered. Lifting her hands, which were cuffed in front of her, she scratched the back of her neck with her middle finger, eliciting a couple of gasps from her audience. Smirking, Cassandra lowered her hands.

They couldn’t prove she’d been flicking them off and not just itchy… but they knew.

Well, off to one of the prison planets full of perverts she went. At least she’d finally get more information about them. There wasn’t a whole lot known, although rumors abounded. She had seen some vids from Xanthos of the pony girls and boys competing, but the other three planets were much more reclusive.

“Let’s go,” her lawyer said with a sigh, gesturing. One of the guards had appeared beside the table to escort Cassandra to the ship.

She followed along willingly enough. There was no point in fighting, after all. She’d much rather go to one of the prison planets than the colonies.

Chapter One

Cassandra

First there was an inspection by the buyers, then the auction.

Like actual cattle.

Not that she knew how real cattle were treated, but from everything she’d read and seen in vids, this was pretty much it.

This was how her life on Hathor would start.

The naked women—the hucows—had all been led off the ship and into a room where they’d been blindfolded, bent over, and put into stocks with their ankles tied to keep them from being able to move. Cassandra had gotten several swats on her butt for asking too many questions before going into the stockade, but she didn’t like that she wouldn’t be able to move or see.

She liked knowing what was going on. At least it had been obvious when the doors opened and buyers began to stream in, not just from their footsteps and conversation, but from the sudden gasps and feminine moans that began to fill the room along with them.

Her insides had actually throbbed a little with jealousy at the sound of other women being touched. Her breasts felt swollen and tight, and they ached on her chest… supposedly the injection the hucows had been given had filled their breasts with milk. Milk that the buyers were now going to sample, along with the rest of the hucows’ bodies. She suspected that it had also made them horny because she’d never been this turned on before in her life.

Everyone knew that the prison planets were full of pervs, but Cassandra was one of them herself. When she’d seen the options, it had been the hucow planet that had made her squirm in her seat. That’s why she’d chosen it over being a little, a pet, or a pony. Something about the idea of being milked and fucked regularly had made her pussy quiver.

There were other benefits, too. Like eventually retiring from being a hucow and living out the rest of her life in general comfort with the other former hucows. That’s what the information about Hathor said, when she’d been choosing which prison planet she’d serve her sentence out on. And she liked the idea of being with a herd, with a bunch of other women all in the same position. That felt safer than being alone with someone who could do whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted. Granted, she’d signed over all her rights, so technically, that still held true, but there was safety in numbers.

Theoretically.

Cassandra shivered as she felt a presence step in front of her. Felt because she couldn’t actually see. Stupid blindfolds. She was not a fan of not being able to see.

“Well, aren’t you a pretty little heifer?” The deep voice was filled with admiration, but she couldn’t see his face. Couldn’t look into his eyes and see if he was being sincere. Couldn’t tell if he was a total pervert who got off on controlling women.

Aren’t they all?

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