Chapter 4

Chapter Four

" L ast, but not least," my captor announced, "I present this special farm-ready female, the finest to ever cross this stage."

The bidders tittered. I could feel myself getting wetter, feeding off their excitement. Fuck, I must have a hidden exhibitionist streak.

"Imported from the Milky Way galaxy, this precious girl has been graded A+PLUS Perfect , a prime specimen of human beauty and grace. Her milk, sampled and certified by an official Pollenverse beverage connoisseur, she has been awarded the highest distinction a dairy hucow might hold for quality, flavor, and potency."

It took a moment for my brain to register her words beyond her compliment. Did this bitch just call me a dairy cow?

Oh no.

I tested the weight of my breasts. My mouth dropped. Was this why they hurt? Were they filled with milk?

One little nipple tug and a squirt later, I had my answer.

Milk shot out and rained down upon the spectators closest to me. They practically fell over themselves to taste it.

The crowd clapped.

The auctioneer seemed pleased.

"Good girl," she mouthed.

I was so fascinated by the whole thing that I did it again, this time with the other nipple. The crowd went wild, pushing forward and crowding the front of the stage like a concert.

Despite leading my family to think otherwise, I never intended to have children, so lactation was not an experience I ever expected to have.

But neither was abduction and slavery.

"Besides nearly bursting with the finest quality human milk money can buy," the auctioneer hollered over the ruckus, "her sexual cream has also been certified for its extraordinary quality."

Not sure what was wrong with me, but when the bitch looked my expectantly, I released my breasts and used my fingers to spread open my labia to reveal my swollen clit and sopping pussy. There were more sighs of appreciation from the would-be bidders.

I looked back at the woman, who then rolled her hand in encouragement. She wanted me to do more.

Emboldened by crowd that seemed to believe everything this bitch said about my beauty and grace, I used my other hand and began fingering myself.

And fuck me, it felt so good.

Like, too good.

"That's it, little human cow, milk that pussy," one of the wasp guards encouraged. "You smell delicious."

I was easily seduced by the energy of the room. Feeling porn-star perfect, I yelped in pleasure as I quickly climbed to orgasm. And the moment I achieved it, I screamed and shuddered, squirting my cum all over the crowd below me.

I didn't even know I could do that.

What happened next blew my mind. I had gone from the family fat-ass that nobody wanted to the most desirable human in the whole damn universe. I felt like Helen of Troy as a fight broke out below.

Alien insects and sentient plants brawled as they strived to sample my essence. I watched in awe as wasp soldiers descended upon the auction floor to control the crowd.

I smiled, feeling more powerful and more desirable than I had my whole life. And while I intellectually knew I was drugged into compliance, I didn't even mind.

I brought my fingers to my mouth to taste myself.

Huh. I did taste good.

Those dragged away protested being removed from the auction, literally begging and pleading to stay as they disappeared from the area, and my captor addressed the remainder of the attendees.

"She is a true universal delicacy sure to please any true arbiter of taste. So, who will be bringing this lovely human cow home today?"

The bidding commenced, and while I didn't understand the currency, it must have been a lot. The wasp guards holding my cage murmured in awe.

Finally, there was a winner.

It was not bees or wasps who had won me, which was surprising, considering that they made up most of the population in the arena.

No, I was not that lucky.

Instead, I had been purchased by ants.

Large, tall, muscular demon ants.

If I had the ability to care, I would be terrified. Fire ants were in the top three most feared insects on Earth, along with murder hornets and killer bees. All three had the ability to overwhelm their target, suffocating their victims with pain and horror.

With their exoskeletons covered black overalls, the three ants approached my captor on two legs, feet encased in heavy work boots. Their arms bulged from their joints like a twenty-century cartoon— a four-armed Johnny Bravo or Popeye the Sailor Man. Like the ants on Earth, I imagined they could lift ten times their own weight if not more.

Long elbow-shaped antennas poked out the top of their wide-brimmed straw hats, making me think of the old farmers of lore who'd worked the land with their hands, tools, and simple machinery. Thick braids— one on each shoulder— hung nearly to their waists. Long and shiny, ebony streaked with vermillion. Their beautiful big black eyes with long lashes were something special to behold. Taking up most of their face, I knew they could see a lot, if not the full 360.

But the most prominent features were their large mandibles, positioned on each side of their mouth like oversized fangs.

After finishing the transaction, the humanoid ants came toward us. The wasps made aggressive noises.

"You don't like them?" I asked.

"Ants are brutal creatures, constantly at war in their never-ending conquest for more land and resources," explained one. "They wish to take over the whole planet."

"These are just red farmer ants," the other said, shaking his head. "Boss said that we need to be less prejudice."

"They are soldiers before anything else," the first countered.

"They can't be too dangerous," I shrugged. "Your boss doesn't seem to mind them."

"Mantises have no use for kingdoms and land. They only care about money and food."

My eyes widened. "She's not a human?"

"She is camouflaged," he replied.

That was the end of our conversation. Two ants took the pole while a third covered the cage with fabric. I was then carried away.