Chapter 5

Chapter Five

Fiona

M y limbs tremble as they lead me away. Since I was the first, the pens look empty, solitary. And just like when I woke up on the strange ship, I feel very much alone.

Honestly, I should enjoy these precious moments away from the other women. Who knows when I'll have another chance to be by myself? But then, my mind drifts back to the other one who held hands with me while we were still on the ship. Though I don't know her, I hope to God she's okay.

As my mind drifts, my steps falter. There's far too much to see, too much to take in. The stalls look just like the ones on Earth. At least, the ones in Scotland. I didn't take much time to go to farms while working in the States.

The alien continues to tug me forward with hard jerks of his hand, as if he doesn't care that I'm doing my best. Exhaustion lines every inch of my body as I sway forward, wishing I could move as fast as his pace commands.

But he's far too tall, and my legs are far too short. I would have to turn this stroll into a speed walk or a mild jog to keep up with him. A laugh threatens to bubble up inside my chest as I picture those older women at the malls, racing about while keeping their movements to the gentle glide of a walk.

Would I look as ridiculous as them? Probably more so since none of them had gags in their mouths or leashes around their neck. And just as quickly as the flash of humor came, it leaches out, leaving me deplete and exhausted. Again, the alien jerks me forward, nearly sending me sprawling on the floor.

The need to grab the leash in my hands and tug back races through me, flaring as hot as my temper usually spikes, but there's no use. As much as I want to, I don't dare fight the hand leading me to my new place. I saw what they did to the other girl when she fought back, and I refuse to allow that to be me.

I can't allow my desires to get the better of me. At least like this, I can have full body autonomy. I can walk on my own, and if needed, protect myself. Strapped to that contraption, she was vulnerable. More than I am right now.

Just as my steps begin to falter again, we reach an enclosed area. From the looks of it, it's a bit bigger than the others. Does that mean there will be far more cows?

I don't know much about auctions and even less about their currency and how far it goes. If the beeps were any indication, however, it seemed like a lot of Ranchers wanted me. Can they afford many more?

But more importantly, will I like the women I'll be forced to share this humiliating life with? It seems so petty to think like that, but if we're all in this hellacious ordeal together, then I'd at least want it to be with people I like and can possibly confide in.

The alien shoves me inside, scattering my thoughts as I almost fall to the ground. Thankfully, my quick reflexes and obliging pen post allows me to catch myself before any actual damage is done. Tears prick my eyes as I huddle into the back and wrap my arms around my naked body.

Arousal drips from my pussy unbidden, making my inner thighs sticky and damp. Nothing about this rough treatment or humiliation should cause such a reaction, and yet, I can't seem to stop it. Fooking serum.

While I'm still alone, I skim my hands over my breasts, groaning at how hot and fevered my skin feels. Each brush of my fingers feels like lightning shooting through my body. It's an exquisite agony that knows no words, but my body seems to understand and accept it.

Soon, noises fill the area as the aliens bring others in. Going to the front of the pen, I crane my neck around, watching as they're all carted off into different sections. Soon, however, another one comes to join me, shuffling to the back where she thinks she might be safe. None of the other people being led into this space are the woman from earlier, though.

My heart pounds in my chest as I continue to watch, feeling an obligation to this stranger. She found me in the midst of torment. We had a bond, her and me. Even though we weren't able to speak to each other, we could be a show of force in this mad situation.

Eventually, I see her off in the distance. My heart pounds in my chest as she gets closer and closer. Will she be with us? Or has someone else purchased her? My fingers wrap around the cool metal as I stand there, doing my best to be inconspicuous.

"Get back now," the alien barks. "Go with the others of your herd. I won't have you escaping."

The thought never even enters my mind, but then, he doesn't know that. Instead of causing a scene, I choose to obey him rather than fight. Ducking my head, I slink back toward the other cow and stand there, waiting with bated breath as he opens the pen. Again, just like with me, he shoves her forward before locking it behind him.

The stranger looks up at me, her eyes wide and dull with either exhaustion, fear, or both. Soft whimpers drift from her lips as she hobbles over to me, clutching her breasts. Unlike me, her nipples stand out in angry points with pearly milk dripping from the tips.

Though mine are sore enough, they don't look quite as engorged. My heart goes out to her as she shuffles to me, her whines just soft enough so I can hear. Unable to do much more, I reach out my hand again and grab hers, holding it tight.

I tilt my head to hers, offering what little comfort I can, when a shrill whistle cuts through the din of the woman moaning around their gags. My eyes fly up to a large alien. He stands there, exuding control.

The woman I cling to stiffens for a moment before easing me behind her. She thinks to protect me when every inch of her body quivers in what looks to be abject exhaustion? It makes no sense. As much as I want to push her out of the way, the alien comes over and grabs her lead.

How badly I want to insert myself, to throw myself at the mercy of this other being, but I can't protect her if I make a target of myself. With each step, the poor woman sways, her body pitching back and forth like a dinghy on tumultuous waters.

Thankfully, the alien has enough sense to catch her and scoop her up into his arms. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear there was a spark of tenderness in his dark gaze. He clutches her close as other cows follow in behind, practically ignoring them as he whispers to the woman in his arms.

Three other cows besides us. Five women ripped from their homes to be milked and fucked by these aliens. If you'd told me this was my future, I'd call you a daft loon. Probably even say, ‘ yer bum's oot the windae .' But there's no denying the reality as it continues to slam into me, one arousing moment at a time.

Eventually, the alien draws his gaze away from the woman filling his arms and back at us. "You may lie down," he intones, his voice rough and thick. "You don't have to keep standing. The hay is soft, designed for your delicate skin. Rest now, because you will have little chance when you get to the farm."

His words pummel my brain as he stares us down, waiting for obedience. The farm. It makes sense though, even if I detest the very idea of going to yet some other new place. When the others hesitate, I decide to settle down first.

It's not because I have the desire to just be ultra submissive or anything. Honestly, it would be far easier if that were the case. Somehow, I feel this deep-seated need to keep the others safe. As if it's my responsibility even though I know nothing about them.

Thankfully, when I get down to the hay, I find it is indeed as soft as he claimed. But then, so far, no one has actually lied to me about anything. They've been upfront with every scandalous detail.

My brain aches trying to make sense of it all. In their own way, they don't seem to be monsters. In fact, I'm sure if you ask them, they'll say they are doing it for this benefit or that benefit. I'm sure they have their reasons. But just because they're not actively harming us or causing us massive amounts of pain doesn't mean any of it is okay.

The only reason I'm not fighting back more is because of whatever drugs they put into my system. Even now, my pussy spasms every time I move. My body feels primed for sex even though my mind can't even fathom such an action with a stranger, let alone someone who's a completely different species than me.

A shuffle of movement draws my attention back to the gate. Though I can't see anyone, a panicked tone pricks my ears. It's so low I can't hear what's being said, but it doesn't sound good. Behind me, the other women cower together, no doubt sensing the same electricity in the air, the same dread sweeping over us.

Soon, the voice changes, and I find myself sagging in relief. Only, the moment I'm comfortable again, another alien is at the gate. He gazes over at me, his eyes dark, almost disappearing into his blue skin. He looks so human, so normal. Apart from the blue, that is. If I close my eyes and touch him, I'm sure I can convince myself he's like me.

His strong, lightly bearded jaw clenches as he continues to stare, making my insides squirm. No one else has been this attentive, this bold in how they look at me. Part of me, some sick, twisted portion that wants to feel the burn of his admiration, wants to rise and pose, showing off my newly engorged breasts. But that's ridiculous.

Just because this jailer is sexy as sin doesn't mean I need to fan the flames of hell. They'll consume me soon enough. Besides, he's probably just some gawker taking in his fill of the woman corralled here like animals. He'll pass by once he's satisfied. But he doesn't.

My breath stills in my throat as he opens the gate to the pen and steps in. The others tremble with every step forward he takes. I feel it vibrate against me, threatening to spark my own fear. However, my lust seems to outweigh any terror wishing to sink its claws into me and drag me into the huddle with the rest of them.

A searing pain, bordering pleasure, races through me as he hunches down, bringing his face in line with mine. I want him to touch me, to help me, to satisfy me. Something. While it was just me and the other women, I was able to put my urges out of my mind. For the most part. They were always there, just more muted.

Now, they roar to life. My pulse floods my ears and makes my body throb. I tremble before this specimen of an alien, but not with fear. Dear God, I wish it was fear. Soft whimpers claw at my throat as he slides his hand up my lead, all the way until his knuckles rest against my skin.

"Those three in the back need to be milked and loaded onto the transport. This cow is mine."

I blink up at the behemoth. Did I really just hear that? Did this alien say I was his? Behind me, the other three let out distressed sounds from around their gags, but I don't find it in me to be afraid.

Mother always said my curiosity would be the death of me, but fook . What a way to go. Unable to help myself, I bring my fingers up and brush them against his beard, marveling at just how human he feels to me. What if I was right the first time, and all of this is just some weird way to get me to spill my secrets?

But then, nothing that's happened so far is simple enough for me to explain away. There is no neat and tidy bow to tie everything together. No box to fit it all in. Honestly, it truly does make more sense for there to be a planet so close to ours, yet so different in these small but fundamental ways.

"So many questions burn in your eyes," he murmurs, sliding his thumbs over the front of the gag. "From the little display I saw on stage, I thought you would be pliant, submissive. But you're going to be a handful for me, aren't you?"

I don't know why I nod, but I do. I submit when it's for the greater good, but not for me. Never for me. It's not in me to just give in without at least some sort of scuffle. My kin would never let me live it down. That is, if I ever make it home.

At that thought, something in me breaks. Until now, it's the one thing I never allowed my mind to settle on. How in the hell am I getting home? Surely, it's not going to be as simple as me asking and them taking another hop over to Earth. Though they seem, for the most part, like benevolent overlords, they're our new masters, nonetheless.

I can't see any of them just magnanimously allowing us to go home.

It would be too easy. Too simple. Too much of a fairytale for me to allow my brain to think in those terms. And so, I shut that part of me off. Right now, it's about surviving.

That means if I have to take a probe up the arse in order to get home, then that's what I'll do. I can only hope it will be a pleasant experience and not as horrific as what's described in those trashy magazines. At least he's far better looking than what I've seen described.

My pussy clenches at the thought of this alien having his wicked way with me. Yeah… forget going home. My brain is already too far gone to keep my sanity if they do take me back.