Текст книги "Milked for the Holidays"

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“You cannot take her until you own her. You know the rules.”

The stranger simply grips the phallus in his hands and smiles at me. “I know the rules. I just want my little cow to know what awaits her. I want her to know exactly what she’s begging for.”

Unfortunately, any protest I have dies on my lips. It had been far too long since I’ve gotten off, and for a brief moment, I actually entertain the idea of this stranger stretching me out and taking me in hand.

God, but it would feel amazing. I just know it.

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CHAPTER 5

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JESSICA

Off to the side, I watch the mean one step forward, syringe held high in the air. He makes a great show of pressing the plunger to get the air out. His sharp thwacks against the glass ring out into the tight space.

Whoever put these men up to this must have a lot of money. Could it be one of my old bosses? No. They wouldn’t chance a sexual harassment lawsuit. I don’t think my coworkers would be that bold either.

Squirming, I stare at the enormous cock bobbing between the stranger’s thighs and lick my lips. What would it feel like to be stretched out by something that massive?

No, Jess, I chide myself. You’re not having sex with a stranger. It doesn’t matter how hot he is.

Unfortunately, I can’t deny the attraction between us. It sizzles and snaps as he steps forward, his hand gripping the base of the oddly shaped cock. His muscles ripple with each movement, reminding me of just how strong he must be.

Although he’s blue, I can’t help the tendril of need curling deep in my gut. Again, an odd sensation floods my system as he tips his nose in the air and smirks. Fear and arousal intermingle as the meaner one steps closer, his needle poised for my arm.

It looks real. And in my gut, I know this is no longer a game. These men truly mean to do what they say.

“What’s your name?” My voice is squeaky, weak, and utterly irritating to my ears.

Pausing, the kinder one shifts his gaze over to the other before resting a hand on his heart.

“My name is Vrokjan. But to you, I will only answer to Master Rancher. This is my brother, Nagán. You will refer to him as Master Nagán.”

“Vrokjan.” I try the name out, my cheeks heating up as it slides over my tongue.

It sounds exotic, masculine, and far too delicious. Master Rancher, though titillating for sure, is certainly far more mundane and, thus, safer.

“Master Rancher,” he reiterates, his voice dropping a few octaves as a growl vibrates on his lips.

“S– sorry. Master Rancher.”

“Good little cow,” he groans as he grips himself.

Oh, God. Does his voice have to sound that seductive while saying those words? It almost makes me not even mind the cow part so much. It’s ridiculous what a simple tone of voice can do to me.

This is bad. This is very, very bad. I need to escape before he turns my mind against me. I refuse to end up on those true crime shows where the woman gets brainwashed by a guy with a compelling voice and a god-like cock.

“I have to pee,” I blurt out, unsure of how else to break the tension. Thankfully, it’s the truth. If they let me go to the bathroom, they won’t have to wonder if I was lying to get away. “Please, let me go so I can relieve myself.”

It doesn’t matter that I don’t know my way around wherever it is they’ve taken me. It doesn’t matter that my pussy throbs with every move the stranger makes. And it sure as hell doesn’t matter that I’m so small compared to these monsters.

I’m not going to let them hurt me.

I can’t.

I refuse.

My gaze flits between the two men as they glance over at each other. This time, the sensations are far more intense. The need to pee threatens to undermine the strength I’m so desperate to show.

“I need a sample anyway,” Nagán mutters, setting down the syringe. “Do you want to do the honors? Or should I?”

“I’ll do it,” Vrokjan snaps out.

Tucking his cock into his suit, he zips it back up and turns to grab some gloves and a glass jar. My breath catches in my throat as my brain tries to comprehend what’s about to happen. He doesn’t mean to…

“Now then, my pretty little cow,” he croons, drawing up a chair to sit in between my splayed thighs. “Be a good little heifer and relieve yourself into this jar for me.”

Is it my imagination, or did his eyes somehow darken? It’s so drastically different from the rough rasp of his voice as he orders me about. Though I try to clench my legs shut, to prevent him from coming any closer, I find the straps refuse to budge.

Because of course they do.

Why the hell did I expect anything different?

The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again but expecting different results. The immortal words of Einstein flit through my head as I puzzle through my thoughts and actions. It’s the best way I know how to disassociate, to drive my mind away from the inhuman man waiting for me to pee for him.

My breath stills as he leans forward even more, his hot breath scalding the tender skin. “Come now. Surely you don’t want me to force you to give me this sample.”

Nagán slides into view, handing Vrokjan what looks like a cloth. “Clean her down first. Who knows what those Earthlings carry on their bodies. I want a clean catch, an untainted sample.”

The words dripping from his lips sound professional enough, but between his lascivious tone and the maniacal gleam in Vrokjan’s eyes, I know this will be anything but clinical. What I don’t understand is the niggle of arousal cutting through the intensity. At this point, I can’t tell what’s urgency and what’s an unfettered need to have his fingers deep inside me.

Again, I strain against the straps, needing to protect my sanity, but my legs don’t close. Because that’s the definition of insanity. I am the definition of insanity. Screwing my eyes shut, I let my head fall back as my body and brain war with each other.

“Such pretty green eyes,” he murmurs, running his fingers along my inner thigh, pausing as he comes to each strap. “Open them. I want to see them as I touch you.”

I shake my head, not willing to obey the delicious command. Silence hangs in the air between us. Biting down on my lower lip, I listen for movement, waiting to hear what he’s going to do next. But nothing comes.

A flash of pain jolts through me, starting from my pussy and shooting up. Wrenching my eyes open, I watch as Vrokjan pulls his hand back and strikes me again. His long fingers smack the delicate skin between my thighs, making tears well up.

It’s uncomfortable, but underneath the pain is an odd warmth that spreads through my body. I want it to be agonizing. I don’t want to feel the hint of pleasure beneath the pain.

My mouth drops open as he pulls back and smirks. “There’s that pretty hint of green. Never had a cow with green eyes before. You’ll be my first.”

Everything in me goes numb. Cow. Auction. Injections. None of it makes sense, and yet it does.

“I– I have rights,” I stammer. “You’ll go to prison. My attorney friends-”

Vrokjan narrows his eyes as he leans forward again, his lips screwed up into a scowl. “You have no rights, my stubborn little heifer. And as of right now, you have no friends. Once you were brought on board this ship, you became property of Icora. Soon, you will be my property. I can make this easy for you, care for you, and tend to you like a ripe cow desperate to be pleasured. Or I can make you live out in the fields with the other stock, forcing orgasms from your body by machines.”

I’m not sure what expression is on my face, but whatever it is, it causes him to smirk and lean back. “If you’re obedient and docile, I could make it feel so good for you. I can make your body burn for me.” Taking the cloth, he slides his fingers across my lower lips, grazing my clit.

“Oh, God,” I groan, dropping my head back.

“I can make you feel so fucking good.” He squeezes my clit in between his fingers, drawing a gasp from my lips. “You like my hands on you. Don’t you?”

“I– I-”

“Don’t lie to me, cow. I see the proof of your arousal glistening on your skin. I feel you clench against me, your cunt desperate to be filled.”

He’s not wrong, but I’d rather die than admit that. Instead, I keep my mouth shut and turn my head, so he can’t see the indecision warring in my eyes. Unfortunately, it brings me face to face with Nagán, and the indifference and boredom etched on his face. It’s as if he’s done this hundreds of times before.

“Stop playing with her and get me the damn sample,” he grits out, fiddling with several odd vials.

“You heard the Medical Rancher. Pee for me, and I’ll pleasure you again.”

Shame floods my body, making my face burn and my extremities tingle. There’s no way I can pee in front of them. At this point, I couldn’t even if I wanted to. Humiliation crawls over me as I feel him spread me open.

Cool liquid brushes across my fevered skin as he wipes me down, his movements efficient. Maybe I can pretend he’s a gynecologist, and I’m just preparing for an exam? The moment I look back over at him, I know I can’t lie to myself that well.

Just because he doesn’t seem to take advantage doesn’t mean he’s not enjoying this. I feel his ragged breath against me as he cleans me. His strong fingers drag the rag up and down, not missing any spot.

It feels far more intimate than it should. When he pauses at my opening, I clench, waiting to see what he’ll do. He runs the cloth over the small hole, locking eyes on me as he does so.

Granted, what he’s doing doesn’t feel pleasurable, thank goodness, but just the intensity of his gaze makes my insides flip. As I move my head to look away, he pulls back.

“No need to be shy, my pretty little cow. I’m going to see a lot more of you before this is done.” He brings the glass over and presses the rim into me. “Now be a good heifer and pee. Let’s get this part over with, shall we?”

Mortification climbs up my spine as I clench my jaw, willing myself to pee. It shouldn’t be this hard. I had to go earlier. Why not now?

“Oh, for the love of-” Reaching over, Nagán presses against the top of my mound, shoving the heel of his palm into my bladder.

Unable to hold back any longer, I cry out, the pee leaving me in a relieving gush. I hate that it feels so good. I despise how hearing Vrokjan's effusive words to me adds a layer of pleasure to this. Most of all, I detest how much I want to do whatever he demands just to continue hearing the praise dripping from his lips.

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CHAPTER 6

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VROKJAN

I watch my pretty cow, studying her, relishing the moment she breaks. It crosses over her face, that shame and mortification that never fails to get me hard. I desperately want to stroke her cheek and tell her what a good little heifer she’s being for me, but even I know humans are weird about their bodily fluids.

And so, I watch as she empties her bladder, the relief edging out the humiliation as she grits her teeth and darts her eyes back and forth. Once the sample is taken, I hand the container back over to Nagán and take off my gloves. Her body trembles as I pull away and stand up.

“Before Nagán goes any further, I have a question I’d like to ask you,” I ask, doing my best to keep my tone neutral.

“I’m assuming I can’t refuse to answer?” Her tone is bitter and laced with venom.

“You can refuse to answer,” I reply, keeping the irritation out of my voice. “But you will not enjoy the consequences.”

She snorts and tosses her head like a wild animal. “What could possibly be worse than what you’ve already done to me?”

“Oh, the naivety of humans,” I purr, stepping closer. “You haven’t even begun your transformation yet. Are you sure you wish to test me now?”

She remains silent for a moment, her eyes darting between us. There’s a calculation in her gaze, as if she’s trying to go through all potential scenarios. However, there’s no way she’ll be able to prepare for this.

From the corner of my eye, I watch as my brother shakes his head, no doubt beyond exasperated with me for how much I’m coddling this human. When he finally decides to get his own cow, he’ll understand.

Until that moment, there’s no explaining it. Sure, he’s helped us on the ranch, but satisfying a communal cow is so different from owning your own. Granted, he’s never shown an interest in owning one, so I’m guessing that’s just not in his carefully laid plans. No doubt the whole idea is just far too messy for him.

He’s far too consumed with the science behind what we do and not the heart. It’s what makes him cold, calculated… the perfect Medical Rancher. He’d not even think to cater to her whims. But then, perhaps I am being too soft on her, as he claims.

Glancing back down at my pretty cow, I watch as she seems to make a decision. With a scowl, she turns her head. “What is it?” she snaps out.

I frown, my anger rising. “You will mind your tone with me. My generosity will only go so far. If you’d rather, I’ll leave you in my brother’s care. And trust me, he’s not as kind and gentle as I am.”

Jessica whips her head over to the Rancher in question, her eyes growing large before settling back on me. “Forgive me, Master Rancher,” she murmurs, her body slumping.

“Much better. Now then, can you tell me what that metal snake was that we found wrapped around your body? Does it serve some medical purpose?”

Her brows furrow for a moment. “Snake? There was a snake on me?”

Stepping over to the unit where the strange object is stored, I pull it out and show her. The instant it comes near, her fingers flare out as her arms fight against the straps. Pain zips across her face, morphing her expression into one of agony.

I move back closer to the door and rigid lines ease from her face a touch. She still squirms, but no longer do anguished sobs rip from her throat. Next to her, Nagán watches the affair with detached curiosity.

“What is the purpose of this?”

Again, a look of terror widens her eyes. “I can’t… What are you saying? Nothing makes sense. Please. Please help.”

Unwilling to put her through any more discomfort, I stuff the object back inside the lead container before striding back over to Jessica. Her body quivers under my hand as I rest it against her breastbone.

“Breathe with me.”

“I– I can understand you!” she cries out, relief making her sag against the medical table.

“Where does it hurt?” Nagán comes up next to her and looks over her body, searching for any sign of injury.

“The left side of my head. Behind my ear.”

“The translator,” he and I say in unison.

As I slide my hand through her hair, running my fingers along the nearly imperceptible incision, she leans into me. It’s not a massive shift of movement, but I can feel her melting against me, nonetheless. Does she even realize she’s doing it?

My heart pounds in my chest as she seeks comfort in my touch. None of the other cows sought me out in this way. They wanted only the pleasure I could provide them. Could this little heifer truly be different?

I want to believe it. I want to hope that we can form a bond that goes beyond mere carnal pleasure. But then, as if she realizes what she’s doing, Jessica pulls away. So much for that.

“The snake?” I prod, needing to know just what we brought on board with us.

A hint of a smile passes across her lips as she shakes her head. “It’s not a snake. It’s not even metal. At least, I don’t think it is. I have no clue what tinsel is made out of. Mylar maybe? It’s for decoration. Typically it goes on a Christmas tree, but I was feeling silly, I guess, and dressed myself up as well.”

There’s a hint of sadness lacing her tone, and it calls to me. I want to scoop her into my arms and fuck the despair away until happiness shines in her eyes once more. As I reach out to comfort her, however, she recoils, dispelling the moment between us.

“There are no contaminants in her body, and nothing is reacting negatively with our genetic material. She’s a suitable candidate for transformation.”

The tight band eases around my heart. This is the last step to her becoming mine. Though rare, it has happened where the human wasn’t compatible with us and had to be sent back to Earth. Luckily, nothing else will stand in the way of me taking her as my own.

“It’s time,” Nagán murmurs, picking up the syringe. “If I don’t do it now, she won’t be ready to go to auction with the other cows.”

“Please,” she pleads with me, her eyes wide and wet with a sheen of tears.

“It has to be this way,” I reply, forcing my heart to disengage.

“No. No, it doesn’t,” she cries out. “You don’t have to do this to me.”

With a sigh, I pull away and sit between her open thighs. “Let’s get on with it, then.”

Jessica cries out as the metal slips into her skin, and I wait for the serums to take hold. The minutes crawl by like hours as both Nagán and I observe her, waiting to see her reaction. It’s subtle at first, a pinkening of her cheeks as heat infuses her body.

She squirms on the table, her body trembling as arousal drips from her pussy. Her lower lips are puffy and swollen and I want nothing more than to taste her. Glancing over at Nagán, I wait for his nod before donning another pair of gloves.

“Now then, my pretty little cow. Let’s make you more comfortable.”

Before she can respond, her body bows against the straps. Nagán removes the ones from around her breasts, giving them room to grow. She looks up at me, eyes wild as the transformation really takes hold. I’ve never been here for this part of it before and it guts me to see her so scared, in so much pain.

I was prepared to pleasure her, to distract her with my mouth and hands, but I wasn’t prepared to see her like this. More than that, I’m not prepared for the onslaught of feelings pouring into me. Despite being one of the kinder Ranchers, I’ve never really empathized with any of the cows.

Now, I have no choice but to bear witness to what they have to go through to become useful to us. Though they’re just humans, this one is my human. It pains me to see her like this.

I grind my teeth so hard the muscles in my jaw tic. A headache threatens to blossom as I look over at my brother. He seems unfazed by all of this. But regardless of if this is normal or not, the bastard could have some sympathy.

But no. He stands there watching her vitals, but not addressing any of the agony running through her veins. Eventually, he glances over, seemingly nonplussed about my reaction. He gives a shrug, a simple lift of his shoulders as he goes back to monitoring the readouts.

“Isn’t there anything you can do?” I finally demand, unwilling to listen to her sob.

“The worst part is almost over. Calm down.”

I seethe as I walk over to him. “Do not fucking tell me to calm down. She’s clearly in pain.”

“And she’ll clearly get over it. What is the matter with you? You know this is our process. You know what has to be done to make them compatible.”

“Knowing and seeing are two different things.”

With a sigh, he runs his hand over his face. “Look. By the time it's over, she’ll have far more sensations to worry about. And if you do your part of this correctly, any pain will be a thing of the past. Besides, she’s probably more scared than hurt.”

Forcing my gaze over to the readouts, I monitor her heart rate. Far faster than it should be. Turning to look at her face, I see the truth of his words. Her breaths come in panicked gulps as her fingers claw at the table.

Already her whimpered cries dull, giving way to hysterical wheezing. And that’s when I look down at her heaving chest. Somehow, the serum morphs her body, changing an already ample chest to breasts so large there’s no way they would fit in my massive hands.

I have no idea how the science works, and thankfully, I don’t have to. That’s more my brother’s job. My job is to make sure the HuCows are well-fed, well-milked, and well-fucked. And that’s something I can do with a precision that will leave little Jessica quivering as she begs for more.

Watching in fascination, I stare at her delicate skin as her nipples extend. Her breasts become swollen, no doubt filling with milk. As we journey to our planet, she will become even more engorged until she’ll have to be taken care of. My anger dissipates as I picture her first milking.

No doubt it will be traumatic for her, but it will be nothing short of erotic for me. I step away from my brother and study my pretty little cow, taking in the other changes. Though we don’t typically breed our heifers, her body accommodates any potential wish for offspring.

Her hips appear more rounded and spread apart. I can’t tell if her ass has any changes, but to me, it was fine the way it was before all of this. However, none of these modifications change the core of her body. She’s still pillowy-soft, luxurious. I can’t wait to run my hands over her body as I fuck her for the first time.

Stepping closer, Nagán studies his handiwork, a smile slashing across his face. “This is where you come in. You’ll need to test her sexual receptiveness. That is, unless you want me to do it. I am the more scientific one between the two of us.” There’s a licentious tinge to his voice, one that makes my hackles rise.

“Trust me. This is something I’m well-equipped to do.” Rolling up the sleeves of my suit, I pull the chair back between her thighs. “What do you need from me?”

“Check to see how sensitive her clit is.” He stands behind me, device in hand, ready to take notes.

Jessica peers at me from between her thighs. I’m almost unable to see her eyes due to how large her breasts are. But I can easily see how she quakes before me.

Easing my fingers up, I spread out her lower lips, my cock pulsing as I take in the arousal practically dripping from her body. This is yet another aspect of the transformation, one I enjoy most of all. Her breathing changes, tempering from harried gasps to needy whines.

Though I want to drag this out, I indulge her, tapping her clit before sliding the pads over and rubbing the insistent bundle of nerves. Her body goes taut as a decadent moan eases from her lips.

“Are you normally this responsive? Or is this different for you?” My voice takes on a harsh, raspy quality.

“I– I– Different!” she howls, trying her best to buck her hips up into the air.

I turn to Nagán, watching as he frowns and inputs the data. “Typically the serum enhances arousal, so that’s not out of the realm of normalcy. Next, check her vaginal walls.”

My balls draw up tight, sending frissons of discomfort up my shaft. Precum pearls at my slit as I drift my fingers lower. Sucking in a deep breath, I slide a finger into her tight pussy.

Her moans go straight to my dick, making it bob in anticipation. She grips my finger as I plunge it deep inside her. As I curl it up to hit that spot that seems to drive all cows wild, she spasms around my thick digit.

It’s not an orgasm. Not yet. But her body is primed and desperate. Now I understand why the cows are so accommodating when we get them. They crave this carnal sensation. It seems to put all thoughts of pain out of their minds.

Pumping in and out, I groan, her slick arousal easing my passage. I pull out for a moment, only to slide in two, stretching her out as her cries of pleasure take on a fevered pitch. If I keep this up, she’ll come for sure.

But the sadistic part of me wants her to wait. I want her first release to be in a milking stall with my lips wrapped around her nipple. Unable to resist a taste, I bend low and lap at her clit.

My cock is rock hard as her cries and moans merge into one erotic sound. I will never grow tired of this, and knowing how engorged she’ll be every morning and every night, I know I’ll hear her agonizing melody again. The flavor of her arousal bursts on my tongue as I stretch her out, pleasuring her with my mouth and fingers.

Every human tastes different to me, and to this date, no one has ever been as sweet. I haven’t even sampled her milk yet, and I know based on her pussy alone, she’ll be the sweetest cow I’ve ever owned. Her milk will fetch an amazing price, but more than that, she’ll satisfy a part of me I thought to be dead and withered.

My stomach cramps at the very thought of her leaving me at the end of a year. Not because of the money I’ll miss out on, but because I’m somehow already deeply entrenched with this little human, this perfect cow. Even though I’ve given every other cow a choice, Jessica will get none.

She will be mine until our lives end. A feral, possessive need to chain her to my side flits through my brain. I want to brand her, to force her to wear my mark. It’s an insane need that ripples through my psyche until it nearly consumes me.

Her body ripples around my fingers, pulling my thoughts back to her delectable body. So close to orgasm. I can feel it in every pulse of her inner walls. Easing back, I look into her eyes, noting the cloudy haze. She’s so far gone that I’m sure she’d let me do anything.

Nagán taps my shoulder, breaking the spell. “I need to examine her.” Snarling, I look over at him, no doubt looking every inch the feral madman. Backing up, he raises his hands. “I’m not going to pleasure her. I just need to do a clinical inspection. This will be uncomfortable, so you might as well distract her by playing with her nipples.”

“Don’t bother,” she croaks out, flopping her head against the medical table. “They’re not sensitive at all.”

My brother gives me a wink as we switch places. He pulls out a metal speculum and hovers it at her entrance. “I need to make sure she can eventually accommodate your penis. Humans will need to be stretched out a bit beforehand. I need to calculate how much so I can give you the right size dilator.”

Nodding, I walk back to the top of the table and brush my hand against the crown of her head. “You’re doing so good for me, my pretty little cow.”

For once, she doesn’t make a scathing remark about my choice of words. No doubt she’s so desperate for release that she’s willing to keep those beautiful lips shut if it gives her an orgasm. Reaching down, I brush the taut peak of her nipple, smiling as she sucks in a breath.

“What’s this about you not being sensitive?”

“I– I don’t understand. I-”

I cut her off with another swipe of my fingers, bringing a groan to her lips. “That’s it, beautiful. Moan for me.”

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