Chapter 19

Fiona

F evered touches race over my skin, drawing a soft moan from my lips. My brain tries to make sense of it all, but all I can see is a set of light blue eyes and darker blue skin. Blue. Why blue?

I continue to struggle to wake, doing my best to understand exactly who is touching me and why. Did I leave the party with someone? No. That’s not possible. I’m not the type to drink and fuck. Not really.

The fingers continue to brush over my skin. So familiar, yet so alien. Alien. Oh. Oh God! My eyes fly open, my gaze taking in the sterile yet somehow comforting room. Icora. Aliens. Blue motherfuckers who transformed me into some milky cow.

Craning my neck, I watch as Master Antroli strokes his massive cock. His free hand drifts over my body, touching me with a reverence I don’t expect from someone like him. Thankfully, he doesn’t seem to realize I’m awake yet. This allows me to watch him, study him, and drink him in.

I suppose as far as Master and Owner goes, I could do a lot worse. Despite his domineering demeanor, he really is quite generous. Glancing over at the blank screen, I give a soft sigh.

Would any other Rancher be willing to let me speak with my family? I suppose if it’s in their best interest, maybe. But the fact that he left and allowed me to be alone with his technology speaks to someone either really trusting or just really fucking na?ve.

In all the ways that they seem superior to us, they really do have a blind spot when it comes to things like corporate espionage. The fact that someone not from their planet can access what should be confidential data with such ease is rather alarming.

Granted, it gives me an upper hand if I ever need to use it. Not that I’m planning on betraying Master Antroli. But these other blue fuckers? I don’t trust them as far as I can shove their big, blue arses.

His hands become more insistent, driving all thoughts from me. Perhaps this is how they continue to maintain control. The need he brings out of me renders me nearly unintelligent. I can’t think, speak, or even form a coherent thought when he runs the pads of his fingers over my clit.

A soft moan drifts from his lips, drawing his gaze to mine. “Good morning, my beautiful Highland.”

“Morning,” I mumble, squirming under the onslaught of his hand. “Though beautiful remains to be seen. I normally look a wee bit frightening in the morning.”

He grins and eases two thick digits into me. “Well, to me, you’re stunning. The way your coppery hair fans about your face. You look well fucked, my little pet.”

Heat licks up the sides of my face as I turn from his adoring gaze. “It’s far too early in the morning for all this.”

“Ahh. I forgot. Humans and their need for caffeine.”

“Well, this human specifically,” I chuckle.

With a wicked glint in his eyes, he crawls over my body, dragging his stiff, heavy erection over my mound. The moan flitting from my lips is downright decadent, an erotic sound so close to a moo, but not quite. Without him having to ask, I part my lips, allowing him access to my mouth.

Morning coffee indeed. I have no clue how he manages it, but with the dark, bitter taste of his cum mixed with the lighter, milkier taste of the caffeine additive, it’s almost as good as a cup of black coffee with a splash of creamer.

Almost.

There’s still that pang of homesickness that washes over me as he jerks himself off into my mouth. As good as his cum tastes, it will never be coffee. It will never be home. Closing my eyes, I force the tears to remain at bay.

No use getting all sentimental now. Not when the potential good outweighs the bad. With my eyes closed, I can pretend I’m back at home. That this sexual encounter is just like any other.

Only, the insistent pressure in my breasts reminds me it’s not. Reaching down, Master Antroli uses his free hand to grip the tender, swollen flesh, forcing a cry out from around his cock as it stuffs my face. I wish I could say it was only pain, but I can’t.

Pleasure burns in its wake, waking up my nerves far more efficiently than coffee ever did. But maybe that’s the point to all of this. By the time the year is up, I’ll be far more dependent on his touch than coffee beans.

“Celestials,” he grinds out. “You’re so fucking ready to be milked, aren’t you? That’s right, my perfect pet. Such delicious milk for me. I can’t wait to taste you. Like nectar straight from the celestial beings.”

He continues to wax poetic as he strokes himself, bringing his release even closer. His cock swells in my mouth. He’s so close. I run my hands over his balls, stimulating him even further, desperate for that hit of caffeine I know is coming.

With a loud roar, he empties himself into my mouth. “Now hold it in there like a good little cow,” he groans, squeezing the base so every last drop comes out.

His cum is warm in my mouth, like coffee set to cool. Keeping my mouth open, I look up at him, waiting as he opens the little packet and sprinkles it over my coated tongue.

“That’s a good pet. Swallow every drop. Get that energy you need to get through the day.”

I swallow, moaning softly as I feel him sliding down my throat and into my gut. With a smile, he urges me to lie back as he fondles my breasts, squeezing and feeling them. It’s torture unlike any I’ve felt before.

Desperation flutters through my gut as I lie beneath him, waiting for him to relieve the pressure. My nipples throb as he runs his thumbs around the taut peaks, refusing to tend to them.

“Moo for me, my little Highland. Let me hear how badly you want me to drink from you.”

Frantic, I let out the infernal sound, allowing it to bounce around the walls. Satisfied, he bends forward and laps at my taut peaks, driving me to distraction. “Please, Master,” I whimper. “I ache. I-”

“Oh, I know, little cow. I’ll tend to you soon.” Reaching between my thighs, he slides the machine back into place. After a moment or two, it pulses to life, stretching me out as he teases my clit. “I’m not going to get you off yet. You’ll need to wait until breakfast.”

Pulling away, he turns his attention back to my aching breasts. His breath is hot, scalding, as he breathes over me. I squirm beneath him, mooing with all that I have. When his lips wrap around my nipple, stars shoot out from behind my eyelids.

The relief is immense as he drinks from me, groaning as my milk splashes into his mouth. “Divine,” he murmurs against my skin.

He turns to the other nipple, drinking just a little, the same as the other. It’s enough to take the edge off, but not so much to allow me relief. Again, I moo as he pulls away, hoping that if I’m obedient enough, he’ll drain me completely.

But he doesn’t.

Tisking softly, he takes the machine out from my pussy and helps me up. “Time to go to the bathroom. Then you’ll be drained for breakfast.”

My bladder clenches, alerting me that I certainly do have to go. Hobbling after him, I wait until the grass comes up from out of the tile before squatting down. This time, it’s not nearly as hard to piss. I’m not sure if it’s because my bladder is basically screaming at me or if it’s because I’m succumbing to my new role incredibly fast.

And here I thought I’d never end up a victim of Stockholm Syndrome. Seems to me like I just need enough orgasms to keep me on edge, and I’ll be the good little pet Master Antroli wants me to be. Shaking my head, I relieve myself, grateful that he doesn’t seem to be paying me any attention.

Once I’m done, he hoses me down, dries me off, then brings the tail. This time, the plug looks a bit larger than before. My pussy spasms in need as I watch the metal glinting in the light. Never thought I’d have anal play while pretending to be a cow on my new year’s bingo card, yet here I am.

My pussy drips as he saunters over, his lopsided grin making my insides flip. Why does he have to be so damned sexy with everything he does? Kneeling behind me, he runs his fingers over my clit, drawing a soft sigh from my lips.

I burn for him. I ache for him. I need him with a desperation that borders on madness. And it’s not just for the pleasure he provides. If only. That would be simple. I’d refuse to let myself feel. But it goes deeper than that.

Even after just one day, I feel as if I found where I belong. Such clarity for it being so early the suns are just at the point of rising. Was I really so miserable back on Earth?

Yes.

The answer is yes.

No one understood me on a fundamental level. Not like Master Antroli. He awakens those darker needs and urges I’ve tamped down over the years to be more acceptable to men. But maybe it’s just that I hadn’t found the right one.

Could it really be this easy?

“Your mind is far away again, my precious cow. Where does it wander?”

“Stupid sentimentality is all. I keep wondering if I’d ever find someone like you on Earth.” His features freeze as he stares at me, shocked hurt shining in his eyes. “You misunderstand. I’m not looking to leave you,” I quickly amend. “Not really. More like marveling at the difference an intergalactic trip makes.”

He cocks his head to the side, his expression not changing all that much. “I still don’t understand.”

“Don’t worry about it, big guy. I’m not planning on leaving anytime soon. That’s all you need to know.”

His gaze drifts over my body for a moment as the tension drains from him. “You could be happy here with me. Yes?”

As much as I want to torment him, I find it would be just as bad as kicking a puppy. For all the strength and command he shows, he’s vulnerable here. I’d be a right bitch to exploit it.

“I think I can be. Just as long as I can keep in communication with my family and maybe make a trip or two? Just so I can see them every now and then?”

“Let’s discuss that after your year is up. There would be a lot of planning involved. But perhaps I can manage to get us on the vessel when they do their gathering. I’d very much like to see Earth during your festivities.”

With a soft chuckle, I lower my upper half to stick my ass out fully for him. “I’m not sure you’d be able to blend in. Big and blue are kinda hard to miss.”

“For you, I’d find a way.”

And that’s exactly why I’m falling for him little by little. With the same mouth that degrades me and makes my pussy spasm, he also says the sweetest, most generous things. With a sigh, I force myself to relax as he works the blunt end of the plug into my bottom hole.

“That’s it, my pretty girl,” he croons. “Relax for me. It’s bigger than the last one, but you can take it. Can’t you? That’s it.”

A sharp pressure fills my insides as he forces his way in. Every so often, he gathers my arousal and slides it around my back hole, lubricating this invasion.

“Celestials, but you’re taking it so well. Almost in, my pet. Such a good little cow for your Rancher. Just wait until it’s my cock stretching you out, filling your ass up with my thick, hot cum.”

My pussy spasms at his filthy words, and again, I moan. Funny how each minute that passes by on this planet, it’s sounding less like a human moan and more like the cow he’s training me to be.

Minutes stretch by as he works in the plug, taking his time so as to not harm me. The stretch is immense. My fingers score the tile floor as he pushes in, his actions relentless. After a bit, the large part pops in, allowing my bottom hole to clench around the base.

Groaning, I rock back and forth, reveling in the heavy weight deep inside me. I clench around the metal as I desperately seek my orgasm. Soon. I just have to make it to breakfast. Rising onto my heels, I wait as patiently as I can for him to latch the lead onto my collar and help me up.

The dining room bustles with men preparing for their day. However, the moment we step further in, they stop and stare at my breasts. The hunger in their gazes only stirs up my arousal even more. I know Master Antroli won’t let them touch me, so I can revel in their admiration without fear of molestation.

As he helps me down onto the plush pillow next to his chair, I groan as my breasts bounce with the movement. So heavy. So full. The little he drank earlier seems to have done nothing. Now, they jut out, swollen, tender, and bordering on painful.

“Soon, my beautiful lass,” he murmurs, stroking my hair. “Once Vrokjan and Jessica get here, we will get you milked.”

I sit there as calmly as possible, but in my head, I count out the seconds. Thankfully, I don’t have to wait too much longer before they both enter. The poor girl looks even more miserable than I feel. Her breasts are at least double my size and just as swollen.

Next to me, Master Antroli lets out a sigh of relief. “I was getting worried. Fiona is desperate to be milked, but I didn’t want to start without you.”

Vrokjan walks over and claps his hand on his shoulder. “Next time, don’t make her suffer. I will understand. Just like if you’re ever running behind, I’ll take care of my own.”

They speak as if this is a normal, everyday occurrence. Which, to them, it certainly is. To me, however, it takes a bit to get used to. With another smile in my direction, Master Vrokjan looks over at the other Ranchers gathering around.

“Celestials,” Vrokjan cries out, making me jolt a touch at the tenor of his voice. “We gather at this table to partake in the milk so graciously provided to us. May we drink it with the reverence in which it is given. Allow it to nourish us and strengthen us.”

Not being a stranger to religion myself, it feels almost comforting to have him offer a blessing over our milk—even if the nature of retrieving it is probably looked down upon by any minister you might ask.

Off to the side, another Rancher speaks up, his lips curling up into a mischievous grin. “And make us more money than we know what to do with,” he cackles, earning jabs and smiles from the others, including the stoic Vrokjan.

My eyes widen as I take in the scene, a laugh hovering on my lips. It dies down when I look over at Jessica. She looks like a deer, or cow rather, caught in the headlights. For her sake, I try to be a show of force as Master Antroli helps me onto the table.

Her breath is haggard as I lay my head next to hers. Poor thing is shaking in fear. I too tremble, but mine is from the need to be milked, the need to be pleasured, but more so the need to please my Rancher. I don’t dare say so to her.

Instead, I let her think I’m just as frightened. When she offers me her hand, I take it, grabbing on tightly. Right now, she needs a friend. She needs to not feel so alone. I know nothing of Master Vrokjan, but if he’s anything like Master Antroli, he will be a kind owner while she’s here for the year.

Her fingers tighten around mine as the others draw near. Fear is palpable in the air. Did Master Vrokjan not give her the same reassurances? Or is she to be shared since he’s the Owner of this ranch?

“Shhh, my pretty cow,” Master Vrokjan murmurs. “I’ve told you they will not drink from you. Trust my words. I have not deceived you thus far.”

Closing my eyes, I continue to offer what little strength I can. Unfortunately, the sensations washing over my body refuse to allow me to lie there still. I squirm next to Jessica, desperation replacing fear. Thankfully, after her Master’s words, she calms down a touch. I so wish she’d be able to enjoy the process like I am.

Master Antroli’s hand grazes my hip, his touch full of promise. Looking into his light blue eyes, I find myself nearly giddy as the men surround us with their bowls and cups. I never thought of myself as an exhibitionist before now, but seeing the lust on their faces causes arousal to drip from my pussy and onto the table.

Soon. Master Antroli will let me orgasm soon. He has to, or I’ll fucking combust.