They’d always been a little on the larger side, but now they’re even bigger. Making my way over to a reflective surface on the far wall, I stare in shock as I look at my body. My face is the same, but everything else is far different.

What the fuck did they do to me?

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CHAPTER 8

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JESSICA

My fingers scrabble over the straps securing this thing inside my mouth. I search for a release, a switch of some sort that will make it open. My jaw aches as my tongue wars with the object, needing to push it out.

Hysteria rises as I watch myself helplessly struggle and fail to remove it. The dark blue is a stark contrast against my pale skin. It’s as if strips of bruises bisect my cheeks.

Though this thing isn’t hurting me, the visuals make it seem far more deadly than it actually is. Tears sting my eyes as I try a different tactic. Clawing at the front, I dig my fingers under the rim and twist it about, seeing if I can somehow pry it off.

But for every millimeter I manage to pull it forward, the object grows, filling my mouth even more. Frustrated screeches erupt, muffled, from my throat. Balling up my fists, I slam them against the smooth metal, needing to bleed off the violence coursing through me somehow.

However, the pain is short-lived. A zip of agony rips through my chest, dropping me to my knees. Heat floods my body, burning me from the inside out. Forcing my breath in and out of my nose in measured increments, I do my best to calm myself.

Eventually, the pain fades, leaving a dull ache in its wake. My legs tremble as I force myself to stand. Everything feels weak and overwrought, but I can’t let them find me like this. I won’t be able to protect myself down here on the floor.

With a ragged breath, I make myself stare at my reflection, rubbing at my chest in a pathetic attempt to stop the discomfort. Insidious thoughts coil through my brain as I breathe, unable to stop my eyes from following the movement of them as they heave. Are they getting bigger?

The weight is immense. It’s a heaviness I’ve never experienced before. With a groan, I slide my hands underneath and lift them up, my brain nearly short-circuiting as the relief washes through me.

From here, they definitely feel heavier. When I’ve checked myself in the shower every month, I don’t recall them spilling out quite this much. Biting down on the weird object in my mouth to keep from screaming, I study them, noting how full and round they are despite how large they seem.

They never stood out this perky before. It’s only one of many things that looks different about me. Swiping my thumb across my nipple, my knees nearly buckle as both pain and pleasure surge through.

That’s certainly different. At first, I thought maybe they were more sensitive because the hot stranger… alien… whatever… was touching them. But no. My touch alone is enough to make my pussy spasm as arousal slides down my inner thigh.

Shocked, I spread my legs open and watch as my skin glistens. Holy hell. I’ve been wet before, but not like this. I reach down to touch myself, a moan vibrating through my throat as my fingertips brush against my clit. God, it’s as if my entire body is on fire.

I so desperately need to find relief. Glancing over my shoulder, I look at the spot where Nagán disappeared. It seems as if I’m alone for now. Sitting back down on the cot, I spread my thighs as wide as I can and touch myself.

Desperation pours through my body, hot and thick, until it’s the only thing I can think about. It’s a relief to feel pleasure instead of pain, and so I chase that high. I stroke myself, my hips rocking back and forth as I dip my fingers into my soaking pussy.

My insides clench as I bring my fingers back to my clit, my movement eased by the copious amount of arousal dripping from me. Everything aches with an intense desperation. Though my fingers feel good, it’s not enough.

I want to be stretched open, filled, invaded. Tipping my head back, I picture Vrokjan as he loomed over me. My tongue laps at the underside of the solid thing inside my mouth as I imagine his thick cock surging in and out.

It doesn't matter that I don't want to think about my captor. My body burns as his image fills my brain, consuming my every thought. I’m so close, so fucking close to getting the relief I need.

I’m so deep into my fantasies that I don’t even hear the door open back up. It’s not until a pair of powerful hands rip my fingers away from my clit that I realize I’m no longer alone. A muffled shriek shatters through my brain as I struggle against the women, but their strength is far too much for me.

At this point, I can’t tell if it’s the fear, the lack of food, or the fact that they’re a different species that makes me unable to fight them. Sure, they look human-esque enough, but their blue skin and dark eyes will always mark them as different. Though they’re not nearly as dark as the two Ranchers, they’re all still variants of the same hue.

Fucking blue.

A frustrated screech builds in my throat as they forcibly lay me down on the cot. Try as I might, I can’t break their grip. It’s maddening, infuriating… hopeless. My heart thumps painfully in my chest as my gaze flits to each of the women, noting their blank expressions.

They don’t care. I’m just a job to them, a nuisance, a human who doesn’t even have the right to her own voice. A sob catches in my throat as tears stream from my eyes.

Again, I pull against them, bucking and twisting, but it’s all for nothing. The more I fight, the more tired I become. They pry my legs apart and strap them down on opposite sides of the cot, rendering my strong limbs useless.

For my arms, they wrestle them backward, strapping my wrists down to the opposite sides as well, mirroring my ankles. I’m spread eagle again as the women look me over. Though I can understand their words now, I can’t hear them as they murmur together and point.

Shame floods my face as they inspect me, their eyes touching on every dip and curve. Normally, I don’t care about my bigger size. In fact, I’ve come to embrace every inch of me. But right now, I can’t seem to muster my normal confidence. Hell, being gagged as I am, I can’t even tell them to fuck off.

Eventually, the others go out of the room, leaving just one. She looks down at me with kind eyes and a soft smile. “Forgive the intrusion,” she murmurs, her words understandable, but her accent unplaceable. “Pleasure is only found at the hands of the Ranchers. I would be remiss in my duties if I allowed you to go on any further.”

With a nod, she walks down to the foot of the cot and looks me up and down. “I am called Enook. I am to understand you are Jessica?”

Unable to speak, all I can do is nod my head. I strain against the straps, wishing to convey the need to get this gag removed. With another soft smile, she comes up to the head of the bed and places her fingertips on the object.

“From your actions, I feel as if you would like this removed, yes?”

I nod my head with all the enthusiasm I can muster. Finally!

“I am afraid that’s not possible. We are close to auction time, and all gags must be in place. However, if you promise to be a good cow, I’ll release you from your bonds. Are we in accord?”

Again, I nod, misery beating at my chest.

“Very well. However, I will warn you. If you make any move to touch yourself again or try to fight me and escape, I will have to use methods unpleasant to humans.”

I resist the urge to roll my eyes. As if everything up to this point has been pleasant for me. But honestly, I really can’t complain about how Vrokjan made me feel. And just like that, arousal swamps my senses until I’m almost panting.