Chapter 6

Chapter Six

H unger pains woke me. But my blue bed was so comfortable and snuggly. The blue material was magical. There was no other explanation for it. When I was cold, it warmed me. When I was hot, it cooled me. It produced a slight vibration that lulled me back to sleep anytime I'd thought about getting up during the night. I didn't want to leave my soft nest. For once, I didn't have to jump out of bed and run to work.

But then I heard it. The moos. They came from all around me. From human mouths, not bovine. I rolled out of bed, stood up and immediately noticed something was off. I glanced down at my tingling breasts and almost swallowed my tongue. They were huge! And sore. I placed my palms across my nipples. God, they hurt.

"Don't touch them. The farmers will be here soon to milk us," a soft voice came from beside me. "Why don't you eat some grass while you wait? Farmer Thuldar was concerned that you were asleep when he brought your meal."

I turned to find a woman in the stall beside me, laying on her own blue bed. When I felt warm liquid on my hands that still clasped my breast, I pulled them away and stared in shock. I was lactating. I let out a sharp scream of surprise and clasped my hands to my breasts, as if that could stop what was happening.

"No. No. Please, be calm 3592. You will get yourself punished." The woman crawled toward me on all fours. "Get down here."

"This is wrong! Why are they treating us like this? They can't keep us locked up," I ranted while I paced my small enclosure.

The gate opened, and Thuldar entered the small space. "3592, get down at once. Why are you not making the expected mooing sound? It is time for your first milking."

I felt a rage unlike anything I'd ever felt before. How dare these monsters turn us into cattle. How dare they turn my body against me?

Fuck this! Before I could think it through, I'd pulled my arm back and punched the big oof right in its ugly mug. A shocked gasp came from the woman in the next stall, and a low growl came from Thuldar.

"Zatorg," he yelled out. "We have an unruly cow on our hands."

I didn't know who Zatorg was, but I knew I didn't want to find out. I stepped closer and kicked Thuldar in the dick, then kneed him in the face on his way to the ground. Spinning to the gate, I pressed through and took off running. I'd only made it a few steps when clawed hands lifted me off the ground.

I kicked and punched and even bit down on any part of the alien I could reach, screaming the entire time. The alien acted like I was nothing more than an annoying insect. It casually walked back into my stall, then dropped me in front of Thuldar, who was getting to his feet.

"She's lost to madness," Thuldar said to the new alien. "Hook her up to the milker quickly, Zatorg, and then we must relieve her body."

"I'm not–"

"Yes, sir," Zatorg replied while pressing on my shoulder until I dropped to all fours once again. "And we must punish her," Zatorg said firmly.

"Fuck you. I'm not a cow to be milked! I'm a human. Humans have rights!" A sharp slap on my ass cut my tirade off.

"Hold still 3592 or I will have you restrained," Thuldar said calmly.

His tone of voice pissed me off even more. "I am not a number. My name is Loralei," I shouted. "Loralei." I attempted to stand up but was pressed back down.

"Restrain her. There's no reasoning with her until she's looked after," Zatorg said.

I crawled toward the open gate. "I need to get the fuck out of this coo-coo's nest. Let me go!"

One of them lifted me and placed me in the middle of the floor. My thrashing around and screaming did nothing to deter them. An incessant beeping sounded throughout the small space and, the next thing I knew, my hands and wrists were encased in an odd pair of gloves. When I tried to jerk free, I could not move.

"Let me go you motherfuckers. I'm going to kill all of you alien dicks," I yelled.

Someone cut short my rant by shoving a ball gag in my mouth. They quickly shoved a padded stool under my stomach and tightly strapped down my legs, forcefully pulling them apart. The only thing I could move was my head, which swung wildly back and forth to watch as the aliens moved around me.

Thuldar held two funnel-like objects in his hands. He bent down and placed them over my breasts. He took the connected hoses to the front of the stall and clicked them into a plug of some sort. When he pressed the button beside it, the funnels suctioned to my breasts. When a feeling of relief washed over me, I was disgusted at myself, but damn it felt good. I watched as milk - milk from my own body - travelled through the see-through hose.

And then something wet hit my exposed pussy. I jerked in my binds and screamed through the gag.

What the fuck? They got what they wanted. I was being milked like a fucking cow.

I turned my head and almost passed out from shock when I saw one alien bent close to my vagina. It was using its vines to scoop moisture out of its mouth and spread it through my labia.

I tried scrambling forward to get away from it, but my body was held tight. A slap landed against my ass.

"Hold still, cow. It will be over soon and then you will feel better."

But I didn't feel better. The alien spit was doing something to me. I felt my internal muscles clenching and releasing. Liquid proof of my excitement dripped from my body only to be caught up by vines and pressed back into my vagina. My hips canted backward, trying to get more contact.

I'd stayed dry the entire time Mike fucked me, but hell, rub a little alien spit on me and I turned into a wanton hussy. Milk continued to flow from my breasts and into the funnels. The dual pleasure was too much. I hung my head, embarrassed and more turned on than I'd been in years.

A solid slap on my ass was almost enough to snap me out of my pleasure induced…whatever the hell this was. Another landed. And another.

"You must remember not to talk." Smack. "You only moo, unless a farmer tells you differently." Smack. "You will crawl on all fours." Smack. "You will eat when told." Smack. Smack. Smack. "You will be obedient."

"I think that's enough, Zatorg. I'm sure 3592 has learned her lessons," Thuldar said. "Bring her the relief she needs, then you may unhook her."

I was panting and drooling through my gag. The spanking had not lessened my need. If anything, it had made it worse. How could I be so turned on by these hideous creatures?

When something long and hard rubbed against my labia, I glanced backward. Zatorg held a long metal rod. An electric current ran through my body when he thrust it inside my pussy, lighting up all my nerve endings. It was a good thing they'd gagged me because when he slowly withdrew the rod, I was ready to beg for him to leave it inside me. It was bad enough that the noises, moaning and groaning, coming from my mouth rang through the barn alerting anyone nearby as to what was happening.

Zatorg's tentacles ran up and down my back and over my ass. "Good cow. That's it. Let it all out."

He pumped the long metal wand in and out of my body. My breathing became stuttered, and my heart raced. A pulse beat through me,