Chapter 3

Chapter Three

Fiona

T he beings stare at me, watching for something. What, I cannot even fathom. I suck at reading human minds. I'm sure aliens' minds aren't any easier. Off to the side, Medical Rancher Tirayasu taps the glass of piss and mutters to himself.

Though I should be able to understand him, his words are far too low for me to discern what's being said. The only thing keeping my breathing at a steady rhythm is that he doesn't look to be concerned. But then, are they capable of that?

The soft blip of my pulse amps up as worry niggles at my brain. Medical Rancher Kanaes looks over, his brows pulling down into a fierce frown. So they can emote displeasure after all.

"She panics. Fix it." His growled words wash over my skin, making me shiver. The other lumbers over and places his beefy hand against my breastbone. Unfortunately, all it does is make those beeps fire off even more rapidly. "You make it worse," he snarls at Medical Rancher Tirayasu.

"Don't you think I see that?" Looking down at me, he locks his gaze with mine. "Breathe, cow. I cannot deliver you asphyxiated. My salary cannot cover the loss of one as precious as you. Be a good little heifer and breathe."

Of all the ridiculousness. Hysterical laughter bubbles up my throat, causing the Medical Rancher looming above me to tilt his head. He looks like a giant blue puppy. So much so that the laughter continues, taking on a wheeze as my body tries to come to terms with the sensations flowing over me.

"Enough," Medical Rancher Kanaes spits out, coming over with a large needle.

If their end goal was to make me feel safe and calm, this is the opposite way of doing it. Before I can protest, however, he sets the tip to my skin and plunges it in. My scream cuts off as everything goes dark, sending me hurtling into blessed relief.

Something is wrong. The moment I open my eyes, a heaviness weighs upon me. It's not the aliens. They stand off to the side looking at readouts I'll never hope to understand. It's something else, something from deep inside of me.

My body aches from my head to my toes. Unable to help myself, a soft moan drifts from my lips. However, instead of the pained exclamation I'm expecting, it's a lilting noise that sounds more like a woman in the heat of passion than one who's being defiled against her will. Have I ever made such a sound before?

I try to think back to previous sensual encounters, but my memories escape me. Nothing seems to matter except the here and now. Shifting on the gurney, I writhe against my bonds. I need something, anything, to take away the pressure building inside of me.

Try as I might to rub my thighs together, they're spread too far apart. Rocking my hips back and forth, I hump the air, groaning as the cool breeze flutters over my fevered skin. Something is wrong. It has to be.

"Please. Medical Ranchers. Something's wrong," I manage to rasp out, my voice deep and husky, so unlike the normal light timber.

Medical Rancher Tirayasu shuffles over to the screen and looks at my vitals before smiling. "Not to worry, little cow. Everything is as it should be." He turns to Kanaes. "She is compatible. Push the rest of the serum."

"Serum? What are you doing to me?" This time, fear overrides all rational thought as I buck against my restraints.

They both seem bothered as they loom over me, their teeth blinding behind their cerulean lips. Instead of being comforting, they look more like wolves set to devour me. The thought should make me repulsed, force me into fight or flight.

Unfortunately, it does the complete opposite. As Kanaes plunges some unknown liquid into me, my pussy spasms. I tremble on the table while hot, insistent need courses through me. It causes me to thrash about for a completely different reason.

Moans flit from my lips as my arousal drips from my pussy. I feel it keenly, every bit of it as it slides down my ass crack and onto the table below. Right or wrong, I don't care anymore. I need to be filled, consumed, and completely overwhelmed.

Next to me, Tirayasu grabs a shiny metal tab at the top of his suit and pulls it down, revealing a lighter blue expanse of skin. I want to follow the zipper down, licking every inch of him. I don't care if it's insane or irrational.

"Please," I beg, jerking my wrists.

The restraints hold firm. Exasperation floods my being as I arch up, desperate to be closer to the man inflicting these sensations on me. But he doesn't move. He just stands there, taunting me with his state of half-undress. The smirk he gives me is the only indication he knows exactly what he's doing.

Between my legs, Kanaes trails his fingers up the delicate skin of my inner thighs, stopping as he gets to my pussy. "Just one taste?" he groans, leaning down until his hot breath washes over me.

"No. You know the rules. That right is for the Ranchers only."

"It's so unfair," Kanaes murmurs, sliding a finger over my clit.

I bow up, a desperate cry clogging my throat.

"Stop your whining," Tirayasu barks out, fiddling with the restraint just below my breasts. "While on this ship, those are the rules. You want to fuck a cow, get one at auction. Or better yet, sign on to a ranch. You'll have your pick."

Kanaes continues to stroke my clit in an absent, almost petting manner, driving me to distraction. It's a sensation I can feel, but it's not enough. It's as if I'm not even here as they continue their argument, uncaring that my body melts under his touch.

Their words fly over my head, and though I understand what they're saying, I don't get the meaning behind them. Everything else is far too demanding. I angle my hips up, hoping to deepen his touch, to scratch the itch myself, but he pulls it away and swats me instead. Shock rocks me to the core, rooting me to the spot.

It should have hurt. With an area that delicate, I should feel some sort of pain. I lie still, waiting for the agony that never comes.

How did it not hurt? More arousal gathers at my opening and drips down. By this point, it feels as if there's a puddle beneath my ass. A puddle of need and want.

"You are not in control here, sweet little heifer," Kanaes croons, resuming his petting. "Any pleasure you receive will be at the hands of an Icorian and not from anything you do. You will be wise to remember that."

"Then fook me," I scream out, all pretense of propriety gone.

What's the point? I have needs. If they're the only ones allowed to see to them, then they fooking bloody well see to them. Instead of answering my plea, they both just laugh.

The sound grates on my nerves, sending frissons of irritation down my spine. My heart pounds in my chest as I look between the two, trying to figure out what the point to all of this is. Do they just kidnap women and edge them to death?

"Such disrespect," Tirayasu chuckles, sliding a finger across my lips. "Your Rancher will have his work cut out for him. I suggest you keep your words to yourself for now. The last thing you want to do is anger us."

"Or what?" I snap out. "You'll send me back to Earth unsatisfied? News flash, you're already doing a great job."

Tirayasu doesn't answer. Instead, his lips turn down into a ferocious scowl. "We have been lenient with you, human. Allowed you to have far more freedom than we should have. Now, it's time you learn your place."

He snaps his fingers, bringing Kanaes up from between my thighs. They don't exchange a word, and yet, he seems to know exactly what to do. My eyes follow his movements, unease dripping through my veins.

Seems I've gone a bit too far. But how was I supposed to know? It's not like I've ever been abducted before. I open my mouth to apologize, but the moment my lips part, Tirayasu grabs an object from Kanaes and shoves it past my teeth.

The small dildo-like object expands in my mouth, filling it until I can barely move my jaw. All I can do is bite down into it, but even that proves ineffective. The only saving grace is it soaks up my saliva, keeping me from choking.

"Now then, you will lie here in silence as we finish your preparations," Tirayasu croons as he fastens the straps behind my head. "Contemplate what it means to be a cow, an animal, nothing but a vessel for our purposes."

The words should be vile to me. As someone who's made it her mission to be more than just a pretty face and a long pair of legs, I should be repulsed. And yet, as he skims his hands down my neck, I can't help but want him to stroke me somewhere lower.

In the back of my brain, the small rational part that's still firing knows it has to be something in the serum they gave me. There's no other explanation than that. But honestly, I don't care.

His words promise me a reprieve, a moment where I don't have to think. I can just feel. Back on Earth, my duties and responsibilities eat at me, keep me up at night. Here, I can just let them do whatever the hell they want to me.

Perhaps, if I'm lucky, they'll keep me for a few days. Like an extended spa vacation where they massage and lubricate alllllll of me. Every. Fooking . Inch. But that line of thinking is obviously the wrong one.

My body ripples at the thought of their alien hands roving all over my body, bringing me to orgasm again and again as they probe each and every hole. God, when did I become so sex obsessed? I certainly never felt this horny on Earth.

I suck on the dildo, my pussy clenching on air as Kanaes pulls away from me. Though his absent-minded petting was almost irritating in its ineffectiveness, it was at least a sensation. Maybe I could have gotten off from it, eventually.

He stands up between my thighs and grabs a pair of gloves from off of the metal tray. "Ready when you are."

Tirayasu plants his hands on either side of my head, his breathing quick and heavy. At least I'm not the only one affected by all of this. My blood runs thick through my veins as he leans over me, the warm expanse of his skin brushing against my forehead.

Though I long to reach up and run my lips across him, I'm impeded by the restraints and gag in my mouth. He doesn't stay there for long. Just enough to adjust the strap under my breasts again.

As he pulls away, his fingers brush against my nipples, sending lightning bolts through my body. Pleasure so intense it borders on pain ricochets through me, short-circuiting my thoughts for a moment. My nipples have always been sensitive, but damn, it was never anything like this.

Plaintive wails squeak out from behind the gag, barely audible. But they hear it. Both aliens look over at me, their blue eyes darkening as they watch the reactions play over my skin. Lust blazes in their eyes, but they hold back.

Fook these Ranchers. Why do we have to wait for them? Why can't they just relieve the ache flowing through me? Again, I shift, doing my best to convey the level of need I have without using any words, but they remain steadfast in their desire to keep their hands to themselves.

"I'll monitor her vitals and take notes while you do the examination," Tirayasu grumbles, pulling out an odd, nearly see-through device.

His fingers fly over the screen as he looks my body up and down, acting every inch the dedicated alien scientist about to explore me. Kanaes grins as he brings his hand back down to my aching pussy. Planting the heel of his palm against the lower part of my mound, he pushes up, stretching my pussy out tight.

He runs the pad of his finger across my exposed clit, drawing an anguished moan from around the gag. My thighs tremble as he continues to study me, his touch clinical and detached. But Oh. My. God. Does it feel exquisite.

"She's responding even more. Barely touching her and she's bouncing around," Kanaes says, his voice sounding smug with satisfaction to my ears.

"Excellent. Her breasts are swelling nicely. Check her nipples."

Swelling? My breasts are swelling? Sure enough, as I look down, I notice the normally average mounds are big enough they're blocking my view of Kanaes. Holy hell. I was a b-cup on a good day, and now… Now I can't even tell what size I would be.

All my life, I waited and prayed for my boobs to get big. All I wanted was to be just like Jenny, the popular girl in school. She blossomed out around sixth grade while I was still flat as a pancake. Even as I got older, they didn't match hers.

I had made myself okay with my diminutive size. Besides, there were things I could do and wear that other, more buxom women couldn't. More than that, I didn't have to deal with the backaches a lot of them complained about.

My soul was at peace. And now, here I am, larger than anything I could have imagined. It makes my heart flutter to think about. Unfortunately, my analytical mind can't help but ponder the ramifications.

If I could talk, I'd ask them how this is possible. Is it saline? Something else? My mind splits for a moment. Part of it goes to the over-the-top, daytime ‘reality' shows that come on. How many botched plastic surgery people did they have on there?

Granted, with the aliens possessing better technology, I can only hope I won't end up like those women with breasts so big they need specialty clothing just to go out in public. Or worse, have them pop.

My mind can no longer drift, however, because soon, a dull ache fills my breasts, making my mind wander with frantic ideations. Off in the distance, the sound of my heart beeps in a rapid staccato, bringing a frown to Tirayasu's lips. He hunches down next to me, so that his eyes are level with mine.

Tears blur my vision as he reaches out to cup the top of my head with his massive hand. "No need to panic, little cow. Your body is doing what it's supposed to. Even now, your breasts are filling with milk. That's the pressure you feel. Your body will grow accustomed to it. Just breathe for me."

It's easier said than done. If the heart rate monitor is any indication, instead of calming, my body goes into overdrive. Milk. Cow. And just like that, it all makes sense. I'm not here for some pleasured-filled getaway.

I'm going to be a cow for them. My body erupts into a flurry of movement. Behind my gag, frenetic wails fill the space with muffled grunts. With a sigh, he glances down at Kanaes and nods.

Pleasure explodes through me, turning off the panic. It's as if a switch is flipped, transforming me from a frantic mess to a needy wanton. Kanaes teases my clit with his fingers, purposefully amping up my need. White-hot desire fills my core, taking my mind off the pain in my breasts.

Tirayasu looms over me and grabs them, dragging a ragged moan from my throat. It hurts. Dear God, it hurts. However, it's tempered with a bite of pleasure, morphing it from hurts so bad to fooking hurts so damn good. As uncomfortable as it is, I need more. I crave more.

"That's a good little cow," he groans, shifting his hips back and forth behind my head. "Moan for us."

His fingers pluck at my nipples, and everything just melts away. All there is in that moment is pleasure and pain in equal measure. He milks me, tugging on my nipples from the base and pulling up.

After a few moments of his ministrations, a bit of wetness coats my skin. He pulls away and comes into view, forcing me to watch as he drags his finger around my areola, gathering my milk before easing his thick digit into his mouth. His eyes flutter close as a groan stutters past his lips.

"Celestials," he grinds out. "She tastes so fucking good."

Kanaes comes out from in between my thighs, leaving me wet, wanting, and desperate. I pray he'll lean down and take my milk directly from the source, but he does no such thing. Like Tirayasu, he plays with my nipple until more milk beads at the surface. Instead of licking it off as I so desperately want him to do, he gathers it with his finger and tastes me.

"Fuck. Her Rancher will be a lucky man. Maybe I'll bid this time."

Tirayasu chuckles and pulls away. "Right. With what income? You won't have enough to beat any of them out. Not for a beauty like her. Stop dreaming and help me finish the exam. We're getting close to Icora, and she still needs to be prepped for auction."

Auction. Just like the cow I am. Instead of anger or fear, it sends a ripple of need through me. I can only hope whoever buys me is nice and kind. Hell, what am I saying? If my body's reaction to their treatment is any indication, I want it rough, hard, and fulfilling.

Again, Kanaes goes between my thighs, but this time, he pulls out a tool that looks similar to a speculum. Only… when he puts it in, it stretches me far more than any tool at the OB/GYN. I want to scream, to jerk away from the discomfort, but Tirayasu is there, once again, distracting me as he plays with my nipples.

"She stretches nicely," Kanaes murmurs, his hot breath washing over my clit until I'm squirming with need again. "It won't take her long to accommodate to her new owner."

That's a relief, I guess. Turning my head to the side, I watch with dawning horror as Tirayasu lowers the zipper all the way, revealing a massive cock jutting from his hips. There's big, and then there's impossible. If he's an average male of his species, then I'm fooked .