Chapter 1

Chapter One

Cassandra

F irst there was an inspection by the buyers, then the auction.

Like actual cattle.

Not that she knew how real cattle were treated, but from everything she'd read and seen in vids, this was pretty much it.

This was how her life on Hathor would start.

The naked women—the hucows—had all been led off the ship and into a room where they'd been blindfolded, bent over, and put into stocks with their ankles tied to keep them from being able to move. Cassandra had gotten several swats on her butt for asking too many questions before going into the stockade, but she didn't like that she wouldn't be able to move or see.

She liked knowing what was going on. At least it had been obvious when the doors opened and buyers began to stream in, not just from their footsteps and conversation, but from the sudden gasps and feminine moans that began to fill the room along with them.

Her insides had actually throbbed a little with jealousy at the sound of other women being touched. Her breasts felt swollen and tight, and they ached on her chest… supposedly the injection the hucows had been given had filled their breasts with milk. Milk that the buyers were now going to sample, along with the rest of the hucows' bodies. She suspected that it had also made them horny because she'd never been this turned on before in her life.

Everyone knew that the prison planets were full of pervs, but Cassandra was one of them herself. When she'd seen the options, it had been the hucow planet that had made her squirm in her seat. That's why she'd chosen it over being a little, a pet, or a pony. Something about the idea of being milked and fucked regularly had made her pussy quiver.

There were other benefits, too. Like eventually retiring from being a hucow and living out the rest of her life in general comfort with the other former hucows. That's what the information about Hathor said, when she'd been choosing which prison planet she'd serve her sentence out on. And she liked the idea of being with a herd, with a bunch of other women all in the same position. That felt safer than being alone with someone who could do whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted. Granted, she'd signed over all her rights, so technically, that still held true, but there was safety in numbers.

Theoretically.

Cassandra shivered as she felt a presence step in front of her. Felt because she couldn't actually see. Stupid blindfolds. She was not a fan of not being able to see.

"Well, aren't you a pretty little heifer?" The deep voice was filled with admiration, but she couldn't see his face. Couldn't look into his eyes and see if he was being sincere. Couldn't tell if he was a total pervert who got off on controlling women.

Aren't they all?

She bit her lip against answering him because she'd quickly realized that no one wanted a hucow to talk back to them. The first pop on her butt that she'd gotten had been from speaking out of turn to one of the guards. Cows don't talk. Duh. It was going to be her downfall; she knew it.

A hand hefted her breast, and she sucked in a breath. Her breasts were swollen, extremely sensitive to the touch. Just a warm palm against the underside made it throb, and her puckered nipple suddenly felt wet… she was leaking. Milk slid from her nipple down to the underside of her breast where his hand was. He gave her breast a little squeeze. It was far firmer than in her past life, she could feel that, and so much more sensitive. She felt as though it was about to burst.

"Very nice," he commented, though it sounded more like he was speaking to himself than to anyone else. He definitely wasn't talking to her. "I'll taste first."

So, he did have a silent partner he was making comments to.

She might not have been able to hold back a sarcastic remark except that his mouth was suddenly on her nipple, and the pleasurable relief of the hard suck he gave her made her knees buckle. Suddenly, she understood that not all the moaning was from being touched, but some of it might just be from being suckled.

Though touched, too.

Fingers probed her pussy and finding her soaking wet, pushed in as he suckled. His partner, she could only assume. Cassandra's hips bucked forward.

This was even filthier than she'd imagined.

A total stranger, one she couldn't see, would not recognize, was finger fucking her while another sucked milk from her breast. The sensation of something actually being pulled from her body, of the tight tension of her breast releasing, was like nothing she'd ever felt before. Her whole body hummed from the stimulation, her muscles clenching around his fingers… then he pulled away, and she cried out in protest as the fingers withdrew as well. Not only was he leaving her wanting, he was leaving her decidedly uneven. One breast had had some relief, while the other was still tight and aching painfully now in envy.

"Please," she said immediately and heard him chuckle in response. He patted her pussy, his fingers tapping against her clit in a way that made her want to whimper.

"Please what, little hucow?" His superior, smug tone made her want to kick him, but her ankles were bound too tightly.

Jerk.

"Please take off my blindfold." She sure as hell wasn't going to ask to make her cum now. She also hoped he didn't buy her. He sounded like an ass, as if he didn't know what she'd actually been asking for.

Rather than answering, he just gave her nipple a little tweak, laughing as he walked away. Cassie ground her teeth together, but she didn't have to wait long. Almost as soon as he left, a couple stepped up to her, a man and a woman. Cassie was surprised by the presence of the woman, and even more surprised when she seemed to be in charge… but it was the man who fingered her while the woman suckled her milk and then encouraged her partner to try her other breast.

She asked them to take off her blindfold, too. The woman, clearly amused, told her it wasn't allowed.

Hands moved over her, touching her from every direction. Her skin tingled, her body throbbing. Not knowing who was touching her was both frustrating and arousing. Warm mouths wrapped around her nipples, suckling her milk, tongues lashing against the sensitive, swollen buds. Her pussy clenched and pulsed as the streams of milk were sucked from her breasts.

"Please… oh, please…" The need building between her thighs was overpowering, and she couldn't even squeeze her legs together to put some pressure on her throbbing pussy. She couldn't stop begging as hands and mouths teased her relentlessly.

The blindfold helped with that, at least. She would have felt so much more humiliated about begging if she'd been able to see her tormentors.

Finally, one of them let her cum. In fact, he seemed determined to make her do so, not that she needed much encouragement by that point. Her pussy was swollen, her cream coating her inner thighs because she was so aroused. His thumb circled her clit as two others sucked jets of milk into their mouth, fingers moving relentlessly as tongues laved over her sensitive nipples until she cried out in ecstasy.

They didn't take off her blindfold either, though.

Brandon

Walking around the inspection room, Brandon's eyes kept going back to the short, curvy, mouthy brunette. She was the most talkative of the cows up for sale, asking many of the prospective buyers to remove her blindfold, despite being denied multiple times. But she didn't give up.

Despite that, quite a few of the buyers were clearly very interested in her.

He didn't blame them.

There was something about her personality that drew attention—not necessarily a desirable trait in a hucow, yet her magnetism wouldn't be denied.

He wanted her. Even though he knew he shouldn't. Even though he should be focusing on his business partner, Leo, who had picked out a hucow he was thinking of keeping as a personal pet rather than making her part of the herd. Margaret had red hair, creamy skin, and a temperament that seemed well suited to being a hucow… everything Cassandra was not.

Yet his eyes and attention kept returning to Cassandra, despite her disruptiveness. Or maybe because of it.

By the time he and Leo made their way around to Cassandra, she'd had plenty of attention from the other buyers. Finally, Brandon got to touch her, and he wasted no time cupping her swollen breasts. They weren't as firm now that so many mouths had been suckling them, leaving her nipples tight and reddened.

She tossed her head as he pinched her nipples, feeling the flow of milk as it leaked out and over his fingers.

"Please take the blindfold off. I want to see." Her pleading voice tugged at him a bit, making him curious.

"No, sweetheart," Leo said, chuckling. "And I know you were already told that."

"Why?" Brandon asked at the same time. "Why do you want to see so badly?"

They blindfolded the cows to help prevent distress at the sights. In the distant past, when procedures were being established, the hucows had responded better to not being able to see while being inspected. They'd certainly never had one who begged to be unblindfolded before.

The blindfold might help her right now because he was pretty sure she rolled her eyes at him, though he obviously couldn't prove it.

"I want to know who's touching me."

If he'd had doubts about whether or not she'd rolled her eyes, her patronizing tone confirmed it. Leo gave her a sharp swat, apparently objecting to her tone. Her head turned slightly, her tone becoming less sarcastic and a little sweeter, changing now that she realized there were consequences. Or maybe she'd forgotten herself before, and the swat had reminded her to be more polite.

"And who's spanking me."

"It doesn't really matter though, does it?" Leo asked, seemingly now curious as well. "You realize you're being put up for auction and that you don't get to choose who buys you, yes? That was explained to you?"

The smile that spread across her lips made Brandon want to give in to her request, if only so he could see the full effect.

"I know."

He couldn't hold back his laughter. Shaking his head, he gave her breast a squeeze.

"Think you can manipulate being bought by your choice, do you?" She wanted to be able to inspect the buyers the same way they inspected her. Chances were, she would change how she acted in order to curry favor with the one she wanted.

Another good reason to keep the hucows blindfolded. She was a little manipulator. Whoever added her to their herd would have to keep a close eye on that… a close eye on her. She was the type who could be disruptive to the entire herd if not handled correctly.

Brandon was good at that kind of training.

He was the hands-on partner, running their ranch and the hucows, while Leo did most of the administrative and financial duties. Both of them could do either job, and they helped each other out regularly, but they also both had their preferences on what they did on a daily basis. Brandon liked being with the hucows, settling the new ones in, ensuring the herd was behaving, keeping an eye on the hands, and making sure they got the best quality milk possible.

Of course, the fact that happy cows made the best milk, and a happy cow was a well-fucked cow, thanks to the serum, was no hardship.

He gave Cassandra's breast another little squeeze.

"I can be a handful when I want to," she replied, answering his question. There was a little snippy note in her voice again. Apparently, she was saving her sass for him, which was interesting.

Brandon knew what to do with a sassy hucow.

Cupping both of her breasts, he gave them a rougher squeeze, running his thumbs over her nipples. They'd be extra sensitive now after all the suckling and pinching from multiple mouths and fingers. She sucked in a breath.

"Yes, you are," he murmured, because she certainly was a handful… in more ways than one. "If you think there's a single person in this room who couldn't master you if they wanted to, you're going to find out that you're very mistaken."

Rather than giving her a chance to respond, he put his mouth to her breast, sucking her nipple between his lips. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts forward and letting out a low moan as the first spurt of sweet, creamy milk filled his mouth.

Her milk was as sweet as she was sassy. It didn't matter how many other cows he'd tasted; hers was the best by far today.

Movement caught his attention out of the corner of his eye; Leo moving around to take a look. Brandon hefted her other breast, offering it to his friend and business partner, and suppressing the little flash of jealousy he felt when Leo took her other nipple and sucked, causing her to moan again.

He'd never felt jealous of Leo, not even when playing with one of his favored cows… though he'd never been as drawn to any of them as he was to Cassie. But she was likely to remain a favored cow, like the others. Eventually, he'd tire of her in the same way.

That's if they won the auction for her.

Taking another deep suckle of creamy milk, he felt certainty settle inside him.

If they could afford her, they were taking her home with them.