Chapter 26

Fiona

H e shoves it open with a loud bang and turns on the light, revealing a large room. It’s similar in size to Master Antroli’s, but not nearly as comfortable. Large windows overlook the blue grasses and Ovibrosia, just like Master Antroli’s, but the view is different. It’s similar enough to back up what he said earlier about it being a neighboring farm.

Was I stolen then? Is this not a jailer? Anger burns in my gut as he leads me to the side room—a bathroom—and shoves me into a freezing shower. His hands are rough, digging into my skin as he removes my kneepads. When his fingers skim around the tail, I stop in fear.

He shouldn’t be touching me there. Only Master Antroli attends to me until I have to go to the bathroom. I jerk forward, but his arm wraps around my waist, pinning me down to the floor. He takes no care as he pulls the plug from me, yanking it out as I scream out in agony.

“My, this is certainly larger than the plugs my cows tolerate. Seems I’ve been gifted with an anal slut.” He turns me over, allowing me to see his face for the first time.

Terror coats my insides as I recognize him from the pens at the auction house. This can’t be. Master Antroli won me fair and square. How does this man have me? The man my owner swore would never touch me.

“Tell me, cow, has your owner taken your ass yet?”

“N- no.” The instant the word leaves my mouth, he strikes me again.

Unable to hold back, I choke out a sob, turning so I can spit blood into the flowing, frigid water. The taste of copper churns my gut as he grips my jaw and forces my face back to his. “What did I say about speaking to me?”

This time, instead of falling for his tricks, I shake my head. Seemingly satisfied, he takes off the hooves and tosses them to floor. “Such a filthy heifer,” he sneers. “Time to clean you up.”

His fingers yank at the snarls in my hair, bringing tears to my eyes. Each touch is rough and demanding, making my skin feel sore and bruised. I can’t break down in front of him. To cry would be to show weakness. This monster would only get off on it.

The soap he pumps onto my body stings like rubbing alcohol or astringent. The sharp smell burns my nose as he smears it all over me, somehow finding every cut, scrape and abrasion. Unable to keep it back any longer, I cry out as the sensation washes over me like thousands of needles piercing my skin.

“That’s right now,” the man grunts, rubbing his cock through his suit. “Cry for me. Let me hear how badly it hurts.”

Unbidden, he reaches out and grabs my breast, squeezing hard enough to for milk to spray out. A loud scream rips from my throat, filling the small space. It echoes back to me, as if I’m shattered into a million pieces, each of them crying out at once.

“The longer I take to milk you, the more grateful you’ll be to empty yourself into my mouth.” Yanking me out of the shower, he drags me over to the bed. “Well, cow? Are you ready? Beg me.”

I stay silent, not sure what to do. If I obey him, he’ll punish me. If I disobey him, he might still punish me. Which will be worse though?

“Beg me,” he roars, his face taking on a tinge of red, turning him a slight purple.

He’s unhinged, a madman raving above me. “P- please-”

I barely get the word out before he pinches my nipple hard, wrenching it between his finger and thumb. Again, I cry out, unable to take the pain. I want to pass out. I want so desperately to slip into oblivion where I can’t feel the things he does to me. But I stay painfully awake.

When he bends down to lap at my tender flesh, I can’t help the moan slipping past my lips. It’s only from relief that he’s not hurting me, but I feel vile nonetheless. I don’t want to enjoy this. I can’t enjoy this. And I don’t. I only enjoy the respite from the pain.

His mouth latches on, sucking hard as he drains me. I arch into him, my cries gurgling in my throat. Tears stream down the sides of my face as I lie there, helpless as he assaults me.

“Celestials,” he growls, pinching my other nipple until I scream again. “You really do taste as good as I hoped. You’ll make me so much money, my little milk whore.”

Again, he latches onto the nipple he just abused, sucking until I can’t help but sob in relief. Once he’s drunk his fill, he pulls away and wipes at his mouth, sneering as he looks down at me. “I would take you back to your little cage, but I rather like the idea of keeping you in my bed where I can drink from you at will. Get some rest, heifer. Tomorrow, I will not be so gentle.”

The fear must show in my eyes because the monster gives a bloodcurdling smile before kissing the top of my head and walking out the door. The unmistakable sound of the door locking shut thunders in the room. Soon, the clack of his footsteps fades away until there’s nothing.

Despite the pain wracking my body, I look over at the communication system so similar to Master Antroli’s. Maybe I can get a message to him somehow? At the very least, I can see the names of who they have in their herd.

Desperation coats my insides until I taste it on my lips. If I can somehow make an ally... It’s a stretch, but it’s all I’ve got. Hobbling over to the screen, I pray to any god who might be listening that Master Antroli is right, and all terminals work the same.

Gritting my teeth to remain quiet, I force my arms up to swipe across the screen. For a moment, it remains dark, causing my heart to sink. Just as I about give up hope, it whirs to life, looking similar to what is at the other ranch. Sending a silent cheer of thanks, my fingers fly over the keys in the one pattern I can remember.

Names pop up with the same stats as us, only there’s not nearly as many of them. Several are crossed out, making me wonder if they’re back on Earth or just dead. As I go to back out, I stop short as I look beside the last few. In Master Antroli’s database, several names and symbols popped up, but that made sense. According to him, they were one of only three who could sell milk off of the planet.

Why, then, does this man have some of the same names and symbols? It doesn’t make sense. I tuck the knowledge away for future reference before swiping again and typing what I hope is his name. Nothing. I type in other words and symbols, but still nothing. Frustrated, I back out of everything, swipe the screen off and climb back into bed before he can discover what I’m up to.

Curling in on myself, I grip the sheets and rock back and forth. I don’t dare go to sleep, not when this monster can assault me at any moment. Stars and shadows shift outside as I stare out the windows, watching as darkness falls upon this part of Icora. I keep thinking Master Antroli will show up at any moment and rescue me, but he doesn’t.

Not that I blame him. He probably doesn’t even know where I am. And with no way to tell him, it looks like I’m going to have to rescue myself.

My breasts ache as I lie there, not fully drained as I usually am before bed. Will the Rancher come back and finish the job? Time slips by in infinitesimal increments until I’m far too tired to keep my eyes open any longer.

Pain explodes over my skin, dragging me out of my sleep. Sunlight slams into my skull, making my eyes water as I try to escape the pain. The monster hovers over me, his cock thick and heavy on my hip. I can’t let him fuck me. He’s already taken far too many liberties.

Again, he bites down on my nipple, hard enough I’ll be shocked if he doesn’t break the skin. A scream bubbles up from my throat, only making him laugh against my poor, abused flesh.

“Scream all you want, cow. Everyone is out in the fields working. It’s just us. You’re all alone with no one to save you.”

I thrash about, pleased to find I can move a little bit. My arms remain free, so I can use them if needed. As I push against his shoulder, my training kicks into gear. He doesn’t budge at my gentle prodding. Not surprising, but I’m not trying to get him off of me. Not yet.

His cock pulses against me as he straddles my body and wrenches my arms up above my head, holding them with just one hand. The stupid alien doesn’t even grip them, merely places weight on me as he goes back down to feed from my breast. Keeping my breathing shallow so I don’t hurl, I lie still, not wanting to put him on edge.

When he raises his head to look at me, I jump into action. Yanking my left hand out of his grasp, I rake my nails down his face, catching his eyes on the way down. He roars and rears back, keeping me from fully poking them out. With his torso out of the way, his cock bobs up in front of me.

Zeroing in on my target, I grip his cock with one hand as I curl my fingers into a fist and slam them into his balls with the other. His howl of rage and pain is shrill and unholy as he tips off to the side and curls into the fetal position. Not yet satisfied, I twist to the side and ram my knee into where I think his floating ribs would be if he were a human.

As he slides down the other side of the bed, I run. Thankfully, the door isn’t locked. Even though every inch of my body screams at me to stop, I force myself to keep running. One hall looks just like another. How will I get out? Picking a path, I turn to the right and keep going right any time a fork comes.

The monster trails after me, slowly, but gaining with every stretch of his long legs. Adrenaline spurs me forward, making each stride lengthen. The pounding of my feet sends shocks of pain up my legs, making me cry out, but I don’t stop.

Eventually, I see light up ahead. This has to be an opening. Glass. A door. Freedom. I fling it open, spilling out into the outside when men in dark uniforms storm up the steps. Their faces are covered, concealing their identity, making them even more intimidating and scary.

In their hands, they hold odd weapons, ironically, something you’d see in a science fiction movie. I stumble back, not sure if they mean me harm or not. Behind me, the monster bursts from the doors, stopping short when he sees the others.

“Don’t let my cow get away!” he screams. “She assaulted a Rancher.”

From behind the men, Master Antroli steps forward, his face contorted into a mask of fury and horror. “What have you done to her?”