Page 146 of M!lked For His Pleasure

Holy shit.

Cassandra’s eyes widened. That was…

Wait.

That was an immediate colony sentence.

Unless there was something Margaret wasn’t telling her. Still… toddlers… but…

“There’s more to it than that. The Allied Worlds would have sent you straight to the colonies otherwise. You wouldn’t be here.” She waved her hand. The prison planets weren’t for murderers or violent criminals. “This is definitely not a place for murderesses. Which means that it probably wasn’t murder, it was probably manslaughter, and you must have shown a hell of a lot of guilt at trial.”

Like she was showing right now. She looked so remorseful, so genuinely distraught, Cassandra almost felt sorry for her. But toddlers? No, she felt sorrier for Margaret’s victims and their families. Margaret was lucky she’d ended up on a prison planet rather than the colonies, no matter how bad she obviously felt.

“How would you know?” Margaret asked defiantly, crossing her arms over her chest. She immediately dropped them down to under her breasts, making a face as she did so. Obviously, it hadn’t been very comfortable.

“Because I’ve committed manslaughter, too,” Cassandra replied cheerfully. It actually wasn’t something she liked to think about it, even though the jerk had deserved it. “I accidentally killed a guy who was trying to rape me when I fought back. Unfortunately, I’d already been arrested for stealing, and apparently killing rapist containment officers doesn’t get your sentence reduced. But it didn’t increase it either.”

Even the Allied Worlds weren’t going to punish her for killing a rapist in self-defense. Historically, that hadn’t always been true, but now it was felt that he’d gotten what he deserved, and she hadn’t even been charged since she was already headed for a prison planet. The officials had just chalked it up to an unfortunate incident, apologized for hiring him, and sent her on her way.

“That’s a little different from causing the deaths of children.”

It was. Cassandra couldn’t help that little well of sympathy again. Unlike her, Margaret had clearly done it as an accident and was hating herself for it. She clearly felt awful. Cassandra hadn’t exactly purposefully killed him, but she sure as hell wasn’t spending her nights regretting it, either. She’d not only saved herself, she’d saved every woman that came after her, and the Allied Worlds government agreed. Margaret had done something terrible, but she didn’t seem like she was actually a bad person, even though she clearly thought she was.

“Yeah,” she said softly. “I don’t feel guilty about it at all. If you were a bad person, you wouldn’t feel guilty, either.”

There didn’t seem to be much to say after that. She figured she’d let Margaret think it over. Plus, there wasn’t really a good segue to a different topic.

Besides, now that she knew Margaret’s story, she didn’t really want to compare notes on how they’d both gotten there. Yes, she got caught stealing. Three separate times, in fact.All from companies who had shitty track records with their employees and not enough protection against hackers.

Too bad, so sad, they hadn’t been able to get back the money she’d sent on to charity organizations.

And now, she was here.

Was it worth it?

She liked to think she’d done some good before she was sent here. Now, she was never going to be allowed near a computer again, so she’d need to find something else to do. Maybe that was really her problem with not knowing information. She was used to having all the information she wanted at her fingertips, and now she had… nothing.

Shadows in the truck made her jump as she realized there were suddenly two men standing there, looking in at her and Margaret. Good thing they hadn’t been talking.

One of them was Leo, the Hathor representative who had introduced himself on the shuttle between the prison ship and Hathor. He’d been the one to choose who actually got to come to Hathor rather than one of the other planets. He was tall, dark-haired, and handsome, but the man next to him was the one who drew her eye and not just because of the way he was looking at her.

His sun-streaked, light brown hair and tanned skin made it clear he spent a lot of time in the sun. Light brown eyes lingered on her, looking her over intimately, and her skin tingled in response.

“Ah,” Leo said, as though he was pleased to find them there. As if he hadn’t been the one to order them being put there. “Little Cassie and little Meggie, our two newest additions. I’m Leo and this is Brandon, and you’ll be joining our herd at Sweet Cream Farm.”

Information! Finally! Not that it meant anything to her, but at least it was something. She wasn’t sure how she felt abouther name being changed to Cassie. She’d always insisted on being called Cassandra, but hey… new life, new name. Maybe it wasn’t the worse thing in the world. Cassandra had been an IT specialist and an occasional hacker. Cassie was… a hucow.

“Luckily for us, it’s a short trip to the farm,” Leo continued. “About two hours by truck, so no need for flying or anything more complicated. If you need anything while we’re driving, shake your head to make your bell ring. We’ll hear it. But you had better really need something if you do that, or you’ll regret making us stop. You have permission to talk to each other while we’re driving, although not to us unless we ask you a question, and you are to call both of us Master.”

Oh, as if.

She bit her lip against responding. The sting of her earlier spanking had faded—it really hadn’t been that bad—and the idea of actually calling someone ‘Master’? No, thank you. Being milked, being suckled, being fucked… all of that she could get on board with, especially after what the serum had done to her body, but that didn’t mean she was going to call some guy ‘Master.’

When neither of them said anything, Leo nodded in satisfaction and shut the door. Brandon gave Cassie one last lingering look before it closed, and she pressed her thighs together. Damn. That serum really was effective.

The truck engine started up and she and Margaret—Meggie—looked at each other.

Their new life was about to start.

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