Chapter 6

Chapter Six

Fiona

H is soft sigh flutters against my face as he takes the lead from between my breasts. With each gentle caress of his fingers, more arousal gathers at my lower lips. It was never this way back on Earth.

Even at my most aroused, I was never dripping. There certainly was never any need for either buckets or mops, but then, I don't remember burning this fiercely in the arms of another. The cynical part of my brain wants to claim it was because no one ever turned me on like this on Earth.

But I know better.

It's this damned serum making me pant after this alien like he's the only dick available, and I must have sex, or I'll die. Honestly, I can't help but wonder if I'd be attracted to him without their potions making every cell in me quiver.

I want to sigh at my turn of thoughts. So pedantic. So predictable. I feel just like those women in the romance novels I've read in the past when I got so lonely I needed something to take the ache away.

How many times did I make fun of the heroines for spreading their legs for any dick that swung around them? Granted, I still stroked myself to the lurid words, not really caring about how stupid they were being. Not when there was a skilled dick to be had. Yet here I am fighting tooth and nail not to fall to my knees and beg this alien to relieve the pressure in my breasts, the ache between my thighs, and worse, the loneliness gathering in my heart.

As if he senses the turmoil weighing me down, he runs his hands along the crown on my head, stroking me, soothing me, as if I'm nothing more than a distressed pet to him. And that's what I am. His pet. His plaything.

Fook . Even more arousal slickens my inner thighs as I squeeze them together, hoping for even a frisson of relief from this maddening affliction. Just one orgasm and I'll be able to think straight. I'll be that cool, level-headed show of force once more.

It's the lie I tell myself as he wraps his warm hands around my chilled waist. It's the falsehood that bounces around in my brain as those fingers skim up to cup my aching breasts and weigh them in his palms. It's the manic deception that cries out as he leans forward to kiss the engorged mounds, yet ignores my nipples.

If this gag wasn't in my mouth, I'd probably beg him. Just like those women I scoffed at while touching myself as I read. Would begging even work on one such as him? If only he'd allow me use of my mouth to try.

"Let's get you a bit more comfortable," he groans against my skin before tugging on the lead. "Be a good little cow for me and I'll make you feel so fucking good. It's a promise."

My mind melts, refusing to allow any sort of rational thoughts to enter as I trot after him like some love-sick calf. It's insanity, pure and simple. Shaking my head, I do my best to dispel the lust coiling around me, cutting off my air supply.

Around me the soft sounds of women being touched, inspected, and ordered around coalesce into one lurid symphony until I nearly sway with the imagined beat. Heat infuses my body, driving away the chill from earlier. It doesn't seem to matter that I'm naked. My body accommodates to the climate to keep me comfortable.

Bright light assaults my eyes as he leads me down a long corridor. Squinting, I look up at the windows, noting the blue overcast of the sun and marvel. All this messy cow business aside, I feel truly in awe of the experience I'm lucky to have. How many others have wanted to travel outside the bounds of the Earth, and here I am breathing alien air.

Unfortunately, my happy feelings dissipate as he drags me into a room filled with strange equipment. As much as the analytical part of my mind wants to revel and explore, the foreign nature of the buttons and sounds drives a shaft of fear into my heart. It's as if the moment I forget the ramifications of being on this planet, something comes in to remind me.

Once I'm fully inside, the alien closes the door behind us with an ominous click. "Now then, my beautiful cow. We are finally alone." He saunters over to me, his lips quirking up into a dastardly smile. "Time to inspect my prize."

His fingers are gentle as he reaches up to remove my gag. The moment the large phallus is out of my mouth, I groan and rub my poor stretched out lips. The alien simply watches in fascination yet says nothing.

Heat infuses my cheeks as I watch his pupils dilate. My mouth twitches as I start to speak, but in an instant, his hand is there, cutting off my words.

"Here on Icora, you are not allowed to speak in front of us. You are only allowed to moo. However, since you are my cow, I will allow it. But only in my presence or if you are given permission by another Rancher. Do you understand?"

With his hand in the way, I still can't say anything. And so I nod. "Good little cow," he murmurs before drawing his hand back. "You may now speak."

"Thank you ever so much." The sarcasm drips from my lips as I attempt a bow.

Unfortunately, my breasts are far too large and sore to allow me to be graceful. With what sounds like a grunt of frustration, the alien wraps his hand around my arm and helps me up as I begin to wobble.

"You are most welcome."

The sincerity in his tone nearly cuts me to the core. "Oh. No," I mumble. "That was sarcasm. I'm sorry. I-"

He cuts me off with a wave of his hand as he tilts his head to the side in a similar fashion to the Medical Rancher. For a moment, it seems as if he's listening to something, but I can't hear anything. However, the moment his lips turn down into a frown, I realize he must only now understand what I said.

"Sarcasm? I now comprehend this word. Why is it you meet me with sarcasm when I have been nothing but gracious to you?"

My insides clench as he looks down at me with such arousing ferocity. Unable to control the words fleeing my lips, I meet his stare and say the first thing that comes to mind. "Maybe I'm a masochist?"

In an instant, I bring my hands to my lips, covering my mouth. It's as if my brain thinks that my actions will somehow take back the words once spoken out loud. The serum must be mucking up things there as well, and not just my arousal.

Again, the alien pauses. "Masochist." He sounds out each syllable, drawing them out, somehow making the word both erotic and terrifying at the same time. "Hmmm. One who enjoys pain." In an instant, his gaze turns feral as he looks me up and down. "We do not have such a word, but I find I like it. Masochist." He steps forward to pull me closer. "Masochist mine."

"I- I-. Sarcasm?" I stammer weakly, wishing to pull myself from his grasp.

It's impossible to move. Not because of the physical hold on me, but because his touch just feels so fucking good. Touch-starved little masochist. Apparently, that's what I am.

"I see what you're playing at," he growls, gripping my breast in his implacable grip. "I know of this word, sarcasm. You wish to sarcasm me into giving you the pain you require. All one has to do is simply ask. Respectfully, of course."

As his fingers tighten against my engorged skin, I cannot help the ragged moan ripping from my throat. The pain is immense, but God, it feels so fooking good.

"On your knees, little cow. Beg me to hurt you."

Without thinking, I drop to the floor. My breath comes in haggard pants as I heave for a moment, doing my best to process the sensations swirling through my body. "Please," I whimper, no longer sure what I'm begging for.

The discomfort in my breasts grows as I remain there on all fours. My nipples tighten as they become swollen with milk. Fluid gathers at the tip and slides down the curve of my breasts before dripping down onto the floor.

The alien walks around me, tsking at my pitiful display. "This won't do at all. Wasting precious milk like that. Perhaps you were begging for a punishment? Is that what my little masochist wants?"

Words refuse to form in my brain. I shake my head. "Please," I beg again. "I- I need-"

"Oh, yes. I know what you need. You need so many things right now. You need my lips around your nipples, easing the aching pressure of your milk as it engorges you. You need my cock inside that pretty little pussy of yours. And you need that bite of pain to finally make you come."

Well… when he puts it so succinctly… Somehow, it's exactly what I need. All without me even asking for it. How many times did I scroll through internet posts wondering how it felt for those women to be one of God's favorites? And now, here I am, on all fours, about to get fooked within an inch of my life.

Granted, I wish I could have gotten all of this without being kidnapped by a strange alien species, but right now, I'll take what I can get.

The blue behemoth continues to circle, only to stop when he comes back behind me. His fingers tease my lower lips, allowing me to feel his touch but refusing to give me the relief I need. It's maddening, infuriating. Grunting in frustration, I rock back, desperate to grind myself against him.

With a dark chuckle, he dances out of reach. "Such a responsive little cow," he croons, running his hand up and down my lower back. "Don't worry. With me, you'll be well fed, well fucked, well milked, and well bred."

Fear shoots down my spine as I jerk away from his touch. As much as my full, swollen breasts protest the rapid movement, I shuffle away and turn over onto my back, where I can watch his movements. With a laugh, he stands and brushes his hands against the shiny pants of his suit.

"Fear not, my skittish heifer. The serum that makes your breasts engorge with sweet, sweet milk is the same that will keep you from being pregnant. But make no mistake. I plan on filling you up with my seed every chance I get."

"You can't be serious," I manage to whisper, my pussy spasming at his threat.

His lips turn down into a fierce scowl. "Oh, I'm deadly serious. I've waited far too long for my own personal cow. Now that I have you, I can finally satisfy myself the way Ranchers have before me and will after I'm one with the stars."

"But- but surely you have other things to do than simply fuck me. Right? I mean, even us humans take a break every now and then. Refractory period and all that."

In what I'm understanding is his processing expression, I watch as he tries to understand what I'm saying to him. "Ahhh. The Poor males of your species. If we willed it, we would fuck all day and all night. But, as you say, we have many other things to do. Especially us Ranchers."

The sigh drifting from my lips brings a frown to his. He doesn't understand, and I haven't the energy to explain it to him. Though the idea of sex all day and all night sounds heavenly in theory, in practice, I worry about the condition of my body.

"Make no mistake, my little masocow," he grins at his little word mashup. "I will drip from your pretty little cunt as you crawl around on all fours, mooing for relief. Even when I'm not there to satisfy you, you'll feel me sliding between your thighs and coating your clit until you're nearly feral to have me inside you again."

Unfortunately, my body seems to like his threats. Fook . I should be looking for a way to escape, to somehow get back to planet Earth. But no. My traitorous pussy wants to see just how much sex we can have before it gives out.