Chapter 12

Chapter Twelve

" 3 592, it's time to wake up."

I groaned and rolled over, trying to ignore the insistent voice.

"Now, 3592."

When a hand rubbed against my shoulder, I attempted to push it away. "No, more sleep."

A sharp slap on my ass had me jerking upright. "What the fu—" I stopped short when I saw Exton standing in front of me. "Moo?"

The skin around his beautiful eyes crinkled and he let out a short laugh. "Nice try, little cow. I'll let it slide this time."

Rolling off the mat, I got on all fours and noticing that he was only in his loose-fitting pants, stared up at him. I could hardly tear my eyes away from his smooth, muscular chest. He really was gorgeous, even with the extra set of limbs.

My eyes swept upward only to be met by a sexy smirk. Men. They were the same all over. The goodlooking ones always knew it and were usually cocky assholes about it.

But two could play that game. I crawled closer, being sure to put an extra wiggle in my hips and to make my breasts sway in an enticing manner. I was, after all, a pro and it was time to start acting like it. I'd have these men eating out of the palm of my hands, or in this case, the tips of my nipples, and doing whatever I said, in no time.

Biting the inside of my cheek so I didn't ruin it with my own smirk, I instead batted my eyes at him as his lusty gaze roved over my body. I kneeled in a classic BDSM submissive pose with my hands on my knees, legs spread wide and gazed up at him from my position at his feet while waiting for instruction.

Exton gave a gruff cough like sound and pulled a collar from behind his back. "You need to be on a leash any time you leave your fence."

Instead of arguing, as I really wanted to, I tilted my chin up and allowed him to wrap the soft material around my neck, and waited while he fixed the leash to it. He led me out of the gate and down an unfamiliar path to a room with a wooden table and tall chairs on which Osin and Taclan were already seated.

"Your spot is here." He pointed to a red mat on the floor. "But for right now, we'd like to talk to you, so you may join us." He pulled out a chair while I got to my feet, then lifted me onto it before pushing it in. He unclipped my leash then took a seat with the aliens on the other side of the table.

"You may speak freely for now," Taclan said. "As you know, we've been researching your ways and have decided to follow the human BDSM path we found."

"We have written up a contract we'd like to go over with you, and have you sign it." Osin tapped the tablet that was sitting on the table in front of him. "We've gone over everything we expect of you so there is no room for error."

Wow. They were really taking this shit seriously. But I guess they already had a barn full of submissives, so it shouldn't come as a surprise. I cursed my lack of knowledge on the subject but as Elisha always says, fake it till you make it.

I drew my shoulders back and gave them good eye contact. "Then I assume, as is my culture, I have the right to agree or disagree with what you are proposing. And you must take my feelings and suggestions of changes to the contract into serious consideration."

The aliens leaned together and spoke softly to one another before sitting back. "Yes," Taclan said. "You may list your requests and we will consider them."

Osin hit a few buttons on the tablet then pushed it my way. I picked it up and began to read through the very thorough contract.

They'd covered everything from safe words or signals to expectations for meals, dress – or in this case staying naked, and devices they'd use on me. I didn't understand what they all were, but I'd worry about that later. They'd listed potential punishments if I failed to comply, showed disrespect, and for breach of contract.

Self pleasure was not allowed. They would take care of any grooming needs. It even went over how they wanted to be pleased sexually. Apparently, they really liked getting their dicks sucked and wanted it regularly.

And of course, that I would happily consent to being milked by machine or by the aliens themselves. At the end of the contract, they'd added a clause stating that if I was unhappy being a cow at the end of a full year starting today, I'd be returned to Earth with a million Canadian dollars.

"It needs some revisions. I will need one million, five hundred thousand dollars to cover my lost wages." Biting the inside of my cheek to stop myself from smiling, I schooled my features and returned my gaze to the aliens. "I want to sit and eat one meal a day as a human. A fully clothed human. During that time, I will be allowed to speak freely. We can use the time to discuss how things are going, and any changes that we'd like to see happen."

They huddled up and after a bit of whispering, separated.

"Accepted with one revision. There will be no need for clothing," Exton said. "We are the only ones here and it is pointless to clothe such beauty."

"Fine. I will stay naked, you neanderthals," I huffed.

"What job did you do on Earth to earn that much money?" Taclan narrowed his eyes at me.

Shit. There was no way they'd believe I made that kind of money in my line of work. "Um, I was an entertainer."

"Oh," Exton said. "You must have been very good at entertaining to earn such a high amount."

Taclan tilted his head to the side. "Accepted. If that will be all?—"

I held up my hand. "I'm just getting started. I have certain needs that you have not been meeting."

A loud growl came from Osin, and he jumped to his feet. "That is a lie!" Exton and Taclan followed suit and took an arm on either side as he shouted, "We take the very best care of our cows."

The glare I sent him, and Taclan's hand on his shoulder silenced him. "I need coffee every morning, a toothbrush and toothpaste, dental floss, and books to name a few. Oh, and feminine hygiene products for when that time of the month comes. I will be adding things as we go."

Osin let out a huff and they huddled up again.

A moment later, Exton stepped away. "We do not understand what feminine hygiene is. Or dental floss."

Heat rushed to my cheeks. I cleared my throat. How does one explain menstrual cycles to aliens?

"Every month I will get my period. Blood will come?—"

"That's enough," Taclan says. "We understand the human reproductive cycle. You will have no need of those supplies as the drug you were given will stop…that." He gestured toward my lower half. "If you choose to breed, we have a drug to reverse the effects."

I blinked over at them, unsure what to say. "Well. Handy. But no, I won't be breeding ." I cleared my throat. "Dental floss is a string-like substance that you run between your teeth to clean them."

"Oh, we have better items for teeth care. I will show you later."

I nodded. "Okay then. And the rest of the items?"

"Accepted," Taclan stated when they sat back. "But it may take time to find some of your Earth items."

"That's fine, but you have to honestly attempt to procure them." I tapped my fingers against the table. "I need to exercise more, and I need sunlight. I understand that your grass is modified to give us all the nutrients we need, but food is an integral part of a human's lifestyle. I need real food and quite frankly, so do the rest of your cows if you want to keep them happy."

Now all three of them were glaring. Before they could get into it, I added. "Also, well we're speaking freely, your cows want more from life than the barn and pasture. Why not take them for field trips? Let them watch Earth tv if that's possible, or give them books and games? Something to engage their minds."

I thought Osin's head was going to explode from the way he was holding his breath. Taclan's antennae twitched through the air. Exton simply smiled at me.

"I think we should give her ideas some thought," Exton said. "I think it's obvious that we are out of our depth and who better to teach us about our human cows, than a human?" He sat back down across from me. "You see, 3592, we were soldiers before coming here, our friendship forged in the heat of many battles. Fighting was the only thing we know how to do, but after many moons of traveling from one war to another, we grew weary of it and longed to put down roots. When Osin inherited the farm, Taclan and I decided to throw in with him and now we're equal partners."

"Why would you tell her that?" Taclan grumbled.

"Yeah, now she's going to think she can walk all over us," Osin smacked Exton before throwing himself into his chair in a huff. "And the Furlites have done a fine job teaching us. Why would we change what's working?"

"Who are the Furlites," I asked.

"The farmers in the barn. Furlites is their species name. They've been looking after human cows for a very long time, so we should trust them," Taclan replied as Osin continued to glare at me.

"I'm not saying everything you do is wrong. Well, it is to a regular human like me. But to the cows in the barn, just a few changes could really improve their lives. Like talking! Why on Earth are they not allowed to talk amongst themselves? Humans need friendship and companionship. And activities to keep them busy."

The three looked at each other but didn't have an answer.

"You see, there is no reason for it."

Osin thudded his fist against the table. "We are off topic. 3592, continue with your own list and let us worry about the rest of the herd."

I stood up, pressed my hands on the table and leaned forward. "My name is Loralei. No more of this 3592 bullshit. And that is non-negotiable."

"Agreed." Exton clasped his hands together. "Loralei is a wonderful name."

"Exton!" Taclan yelled. "You can not agree without all of us conferring."

"Yeah Exton," Osin chimed in.

"It's her name. What's the harm in using it?" Exton stood up. "I'm getting some coffee. What do you want in yours Loralei?"

I jumped up. "Oh my God. You guys have coffee and haven't been sharing? What the fuck is wrong with you assholes?" I yelled and then stopped short. "I haven't signed the contract yet so you can't punish me for that small slip up."

I stared down at the floor. This was going to be harder than I thought. I slunk back to my chair and sat down to Exton's laughter from the other room. When I lifted my gaze, Taclan and Osin were smirking at me.

"I foresee much punishment in your future," Osin said in a gleeful tone. "Loralie." He slowly annunciated my name.

Ah, fuck . He wasn't lying. But at least they were using my name. "I will endeavour to do better," I said demurely with my head bowed.

"It is almost time for your next milking." Taclan knocked a fist on the table. "Are there any other stipulations you'd like to make to the contract or are you ready to sign?"

My breasts were getting that overfull feeling again, so I decided to hurry things along. "If you agree to the requests I've spoken of, I will sign now but reserve the right to make changes as we go."

"I will add the items you've requested." Taclan picked up the tablet and went to work. "That was one meal a week with us, correct?"

Exton came back into the room with a tray of drinks in huge metal mugs. Eagerly picking mine up, I lifted it to my nose and inhaled deeply. It smelled like home. When I attempted to take a sip, Exton stopped me with a hand in front of my mouth.

"It will be hot. Let it cool so you don't burn yourself," he warned.

I huffed out a breath. As if I hadn't been drinking coffee since I was a kid. Hell, sometimes it was the only thing in our cupboards at home. Putting down the cup of heaven was an act of pure torture.

I smiled up at Exton. "Thank you for your concern." I stroked the arm that was closest to me. "I'm glad I have such a strong, caring alien to take care of me." Shifting my gaze to Taclan, I narrowed my eyes at him. "And it was once a day that I will be joining you at the table."

I was going to have to keep my eye on the sly fucker and make sure to read over the contract very carefully so as not to miss anything he might try to slip in.

"Ah, yes. Apologies," Taclan said in a very non-apologetic tone.

A small amount of milk leaked from my breasts causing me to look down. I picked it up on the tip of my finger, intending to wipe it. Before I had the chance, Exton grasped my finger and brought it to his mouth, licked it off and groaned. I let out a soft gasp when he sucked the digit into his mouth.

"I will never get enough of your sweetness." Before I could react, he'd pulled my chair away from the table and scooped me up. "You need to be milked. We will finish the contract later."

"Exton, what has gotten into you?" Osin strode over to our side of the table. "We agreed the contract should be signed before going forward."

"I changed my mind." Exton's hold on me tightened. "I won't let any of her delicious milk go to waste."

"I can walk, Exton. Where's the milking machine?" I thought they'd have one brought to my fenced area, but there hadn't been one there when we'd left. Maybe they were going to take me to the barn.

"There is no need for a milking machine." Taclan put down the tablet.

"We will not be selling your milk." Osin smirked at me. "It will be for our personal use only."

"Oh, well I guess that's kind of sweet," I replied as Exton carried me across the room. "Wait," I shouted. "What about my coffee?"

Exton gazed down at me, shaking his head. "Is it really that important to you?"

I nodded eagerly.

He let out a long sigh. "Bring our little cow's coffee."

I lifted myself up to peak over his shoulder and saw Taclan picking up my mug before settling back down with a happy smile. Things were looking up.

When we entered a large room, the first thing I noticed was a gigantic bed with at least ten pillows at its head. "Woah. I bet you could fit ten people on that sucker."

"Yes. Isn't it amazing," Exton said while gently sitting me down on a plush chair across from the bed. "Are you comfortable?"

I wiggled my butt on the soft padding. "Yep. This is super soft." I ran my hand over the padding on the seat of the chair.

Taclan knelt on one side of me, while Exton did the same on the other.

"Good," Exton mumbled before lowering to cover my nipple with his mouth. My milk let down after a couple pulls and milk spilled from my other breast. Taclan was quickly in place to latch on to my leaking breast.

Not knowing what to do with my hands, I finally rested them on the nape of their necks. The aliens noisily gulped down my milk while running their hands up and down my thighs.

Exton sat back with a contented purr. "Delicious." He licked his lips.

Taclan was still suckling me when Osin ran into the room, tablet in hand. "What kind of entertainment did you do, Loralei?"

Oh shit. "Um, I entertained a variety of different people."

He turned the tablet toward the room. "Look at this! Human entertainment usually means that women take off their clothing. Some even have sex with people for money."

Exton grabbed the tablet from Osin and pressed buttons. "Oh, but some just sing, or dance. Do you sing because I like human music."

"Even the singers wear very little clothing. Why look at this! She is barely covered," Osin said after grabbing the tablet back and showing the other males.

I shook my head. "Nope, I'm tone deaf."

Taclan, who'd stopped feeding when Osin entered the room, frowned at me. "What specifically did you do on Earth, little cow."

My mind raced, trying to decide how to answer him. I didn't want them to back out of the one point five million they'd agreed to. If I admitted I was a lowly stripper, would they change their minds?

"Loralei, answer him," Osin growled.

"I was an exotic dancer." My shoulders went back, and I puffed out my chest which immediately drew three sets of eyes to my breasts. "A very good one."

The aliens made grumbling noises while crowding around Osin and the tablet.

"I don't understand why you're so concerned with it. All your cows are naked," I grumbled.

"That is not the same," Osin grumbled. "And you won't be showing off your bounty to anyone other than us, now that you are ours."

"And we have an addendum to your contract," Taclan said as he flipped the tablet in my direction. "You will dance for us. Every day."

I giggled at the serious looks on their faces.

"Maybe more than once a day," Osin said with his eyes on the woman on the tablet who was working the pole. "We will set up one of these for you."

"I need to be wearing clothing if you want me to strip for you," I pointed out.

"Deal," Exton said, his luscious lips forming a smirk. "But they won't be on you for long."

"Let's get this contract signed. I'm eager for my first dance. The kind where you sit on my knee," Osin grinned.

After a bit more back and forth, and having read the contract through numerous times, I swiped my name across the screen hoping that I wasn't making a big mistake.