Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven

Fiona

A s 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 the arousal 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 as long 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.

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 these fooking aliens 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 looks a 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."

The fook ? 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."

This time, when he motions toward the other humans already grazing in the fields, I find that I don't care. For the first time since arriving, I feel the need to scream, to rant, and to rave. It wells up inside me, shutting out everything else.

It's as if a tidal wave slams into me. No meat. No privacy. Probably no television. No coffee? How exactly am I supposed to survive?

Master Antroli nudges me, frowning at my lack of attention. I do my best not to sneer as I turn toward the other women.

"Some of our cows have been here for years, and as you can see, they're still plump, healthy, and happy. The hardest part will be the yearning for meat, but that will pass."

Standing, he brushes his hands on his pants. "Ovibrosia is also supplemented with other fruits and vegetables grown on the farm. So don't think this is all you'll eat. Think of Ovibrosia as more of a snack than anything else. If you get hungry during the day, you can come out here and snack until your heart's content. For water, there will be a fresh stream in the trough over by the entrance. Any questions?"

We look at each other, questions burning in our eyes, but I don't dare speak. To do so would be to snarl at the man taking away my freedoms. Eventually, a woman with brown hair and green eyes raises her hoof.

"I am giving you permission to speak."

"What about the bathroom? I'm unable to clean with these hooves on." I stare at her face, doing my best to place her accent, Norwegian?

"Excellent question. Every morning, before milking, you will be brought to a room to do your business. The plugs will be removed so you can evacuate your bowels. After you're cleaned off and done with morning or nightly inspections, it will be reinserted so you can go about your day. At other times, if you have need, approach any Ranch Hand, and they will assist you. During the evening, hooves are removed, so you can take care of any business you might have. However, tails are to be promptly put back in. If you are found without your tail, the punishment will be severe."

He pauses for a moment, waiting for us to speak again. "One last thing before I go. I want to reiterate that you are allowed to speak to each other as long as it's not in earshot of a Rancher or an Icorian. The moment you see anyone from this planet, you are to remain silent and moo unless permitted to speak."

That's a relief, I guess. To think I'd be that grateful for such small favors. Hanging my head low, I head back to the ramp. This is my life now, but it doesn't mean I have to like it.

Hopefully, once I have Master Antroli alone, I can negotiate. Even if meat is completely off the menu, I can't survive without coffee. If he wants me to be a good productive cow for him, he'll need to see to my needs. And this one is non-negotiable.