Page 24 of M!lked For His Pleasure

Next to me, Fiona shuffles back and forth, impatience dripping from her body. I do my best to stifle a laugh, but a soft chuckle comes out, nonetheless. Nodding, I cross my arms as she perks up.

“Fiona,” she whispers, her Scottish lilt making her voice sound musical. “And I’m glad to have a friend.”

I cannot keep the smile from my face. It’s as if the Celestials themselves planned everything. Looking at Vrokjan, I note the same wide grin. His eyes nearly crinkle with how big it is.

“Now then,” he interjects, cutting off the slight merriment. “You said you have to pee.”

Chapter Eleven

Fiona

As he leads me over to the side, my stomach lurches. Will I really have to pee in front of him? It was already bad enough doing it in front of the Medical Ranchers.

The very idea makes my body burn with humiliation. And yet, for some reason, it also makes my clit pulse as I think about it. How much of this depravity is me and how much is the serum? I’ll never know.

It’s not as if I made it a habit to pee in front of my lovers. I never got off on the violence I crave from Master Antroli. Maybe it’s him that has this effect on me and not the drugs.

“Well? I suggest you go and be quick about it.”

Heat fans my face as I part my knees and squat the best I can. But nothing comes out. It’s not just the degradation of the moment keeping me from peeing, but the fact that I simply don’t have to go.

After several moments, Master Antroli hunches down and runs his fingers over my exposed pussy, gliding through thearousal gathered on my lower lips. A soft moan, so eerily like a moo, flits past my lips as I rock into his touch.

“What are you two playing at? Hmmm? Is this all a ploy to get me to touch you? I’m flattered but had full intention of using your body as my personal fuck toy the moment we got home.”

The heat buzzes in my ears as I duck my head. “This wasn’t planned or anything like that. She—Jessica—seemed distressed. She’s been through so much already. I didn’t want her to be alone.”

His lips tilt up into a soft smile. “I guess I can’t fault you for that. But be warned, lying has consequences. Lie to me again, and you’ll have to face them.”

Before he can clarify just what those punishments are, he jerks on the lead, tugging me forward. Off to the side, Jessica and her Rancher come out of the grasses. Her breasts hang so perilously low to the ground, and I feel for her.

Mine feel heavy enough, but they’re nowhere as engorged as hers. Ducking my head, I avert my gaze away from her nipples where milk already dots the surface. I shouldn’t want to taste her to see what it’s like. I sure as hell shouldn't want to taste myself.

“Antroli. Did your cow relieve herself?”

Again, that swath of humiliation climbs my cheeks. They don’t have to talk about it, do they?

“No,” Master Antroli chuckles, tugging on the lead once more. “She didn’t want your cow out here alone. I have a feeling these two will be trouble.”

Trouble… Right… That’s exactly what we’ll be.

Without any extra humiliation, they pull us forward, only pausing to lower the ramp. Jessica’s Rancher climbs in after us as soon as we settle in, his lips pressed into a thin line.

“I’m sure by now you’ve been informed of the rules concerning speaking and mooing. I will not go over them again. But I do wish to clarify that you may speak with each other aslong as another Rancher cannot hear you. Though we are more lax than other Ranchers, we will not budge on this. Jessica has already demonstrated the volume at which we will hear you.”

Even though we now have permission to speak to each other, we all remain silent. But honestly, what is there really to talk about? Hi. How are you? Oh, you know, the usual. Kidnapped by aliens and turned into a milky mess for them. You? Same. Same.

Still though, it’s a relief knowing we can if we want to. Shifting around in the hay, I push my tail up in a way so that it doesn’t bother me as much and curl around myself. Jessica struggles as she moves about, twisting and turning, taking forever to find peace.

Eventually, we both manage to settle. The heat from the suns above beat down on the metal surrounding us, creating a warm cocoon that wraps me in its arms. The longer I lie there, it seems to soothe away any lingering discomfort. For my first time being abducted, it’s certainly not as bad as I was expecting.

Exhaustion creeps up on me as I burrow my head into the hay, creating a makeshift pillow. No longer can I find it within me to keep my eyes open. With a soft sigh flitting past my lips, I fall fast asleep.

A sharp jolt jerks me awake. For a moment, I blink, looking around at the strange sights. Fear slashes through my heart as I look at the strange women staring at me. But then, as if the fragmented shards of reality piece themselves together, I remember who and what I am.

I am a cow.

Fiona the Highland.

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