Page 25 of M!lked For His Pleasure

Glancing over at Jessica, concern beats at my brain. She doesn’t look good at all. Shuffling over, I do my best to comfort her. I paw at her with my hoof, silently cursing the lack of foresight thesefookingaliens have.

What if I needed my hands? I can’t just depend on them twenty-four-seven while I’m here, can I? Knowing what little I do of Master Antroli, I have a sneaking suspicion that’s exactly what he wants.

Growling under my breath, I ease my way over to my new friend and look her over. Her eyes are glassy as she stares up, unseeing into my face. I’ve never seen death before, but my stomach churns as I worry. I can’t be here alone.

It’s selfish of me, yes, but I can’t have her leave me here. I’m not as traumatized as the others huddled behind their bars, but I’m still human enough to want someone to commiserate with.

“Are you okay?” I whisper, keeping my voice so low even I can barely hear it over the hum of the engines.

“I- I think so,” she stammers, turning onto her side. “I just feel a little dizzy.”

“I’m sure this alien planet is messing with your equilibrium. It’s not as if we were born here.”

Jessica gives me a soft smile at my pathetic attempt at a joke before closing her eyes. Perhaps if she can sleep some more, she’ll be okay. Staring out at the blue fields, I watch the sea of endless waving grasses. It would be stunning if I wasn’t so concerned.

Even though I can’t feel her through the hoof, just touching her brings me a bit of comfort. If I can just keep this connection, I’m sure she’ll be okay. Biting down on my lower lip, I turn toward the front of the transport through a small window where my Rancher cranes his neck to see me.

For a brief moment, I catch Master Antroli’s gaze. Thankfully, he doesn’t seem as concerned. In fact, he looksa little relieved. Maybe everything will be okay after all? We continue to sway back and forth as the road becomes a bit bumpier. Jessica groans and clutches her midsection, but that’s it.

It has to be motion sickness. Pure and simple. Honestly, it’s the easiest explanation there is. When we finally jerk to a halt, she takes in a deep breath. The paleness wanes until she’s almost back to a normal color.

Once the back doors open, her Rancher instantly seeks her out. Master Antroli does the same with me. My heart stutters in my chest for a moment at the intensity of his gaze. When has anyone, man or woman, looked at me like that before?

First, they open the side gates and wait for the three to climb down. Off in the distance, other aliens stand guard, as if to help with the new acquisitions. Jessica’s Rancher doesn’t join them. Instead, he comes over to us.

“You might as well get out, too. You’ll need to see where you’ll be when not servicing us or the house.”

Grabbing the ramp, he slides it over, his gaze never leaving Jessica. It makes sense, though. I’d want my Rancher to be concerned about me if I wasn’t feeling well. For a moment, I worry she isn’t able to move, but soon she’s on all fours, heading down the ramp.

Her body quivers a bit as she moves, more so than any of us. But then, I don’t know what her normal day to day is like. Perhaps she’s just not an outgoing sort of person? I’m pretty sure the only reason I’m taking all this so well is because I play fight and spar with my brothers every chance I get.

When I’m not doing it with them, I do it at a local dojo. Well… I guess not so local anymore. What would Master Antroli think if he knew I could kick arse and take names? What does it mean that I’m choosing to allow him to do this to me and not fighting him because I want this?

My Master’s tug on my lead draws my attention back to Jessica as she wobbles down the ramp. My heart goes out to her as she sways a bit before regaining her ground.

Clearing his throat, her Rancher turns to us and motions toward the massive buildings behind him. “The barns are open to free use during the day. On Icora, the days become blistering hot, and the nights are cold. Every morning after being milked, you will be rubbed down with a cream to protect you from the elements. Your bodies will acclimate to many things, but not the suns.”

Next to me, the others shuffle a bit, apprehension in their eyes. I, on the other hand, tremble with a touch of excitement. It’s certainly a new adventure to be sure.

“These stalls are where you sleep,” he continues. “They fit up to four cows. We will not be doing room assignments, so it will be up to you to figure out who is sleeping with whom. If there are any issues such as bullying or cliques, my Ranch Hands will ferret it out and mete out punishments as needed.”

At his words, my heart plummets. Does this mean we won’t be in the main house like I thought? How could I misunderstand him so completely? As I glance up, Master Antroli gives me a soft smile and shakes his head.

“No cow is above the other. Take that to heart. Though I am a kind Rancher, I will not hesitate to nip signs of aggression at the first instance. Do not test me on this. If you prove to be a difficult cow and not easily curbed, I know of several Ranchers who have no issues providing pain as their motivation. I will sell you to them in a heartbeat.”

A shudder goes through us as a collective group. Already we’ve faced endless humiliation and discomfort. The very idea of going to someone who wants to make it worse is just reprehensible. Yes, I like the idea of pain, but only at the hand of a Rancher who knows how to temper it with kindness.

The Rancher strides forward as we follow behind. “You will be milked every twelve hours. Our Ranch Hands are skilled in this department. Sexual gratification by one of them is not a guarantee. There are tasks at this farm that don’t include fucking you. You will, however, find relief by either their hand or a machine. Sexually satisfied cows are happy cows. Happy cows produce sweet, sweet milk for me.”

This time, there’s less of a rustle of apprehension. In its place is a thrum of arousal. Even I can’t stop thinking about the sexual promises Master Antroli made to me. Squeezing my thighs together, I do my best to shove it out of my mind so I can concentrate on what’s being said.

The alien leads us out into the pasture, stopping a moment to hunch down and run his fingers through the pretty, blue plants waving in the breeze. When he crooks his fingers, gesturing us to come forward, I wait for my Master’s okay before heading over with the rest.

Clearing his throat, he plucks a blue stem topped with pale, fluffy bits on the top and holds it in front of us. “As a cow, you will no longer eat any meat.”

Thefook? I glance around at the other cows, noting the distress in their moos. I, too, long to join in, but don’t dare upset my Rancher. It’s bad enough I can’t have any more meat, but to be punished on top of that?

“Meat changes the flavor of your milk. For us to have the best quality, strict veganism is to be observed. If your concern is about your nutrient intake, this plant, Ovibrosia, has been created to meet all essential vitamins and minerals your body needs.”

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