Enook looks over at me, her eyes softening with what I can only assume is sympathy. “It’s part of the serum. In order to make you compatible as a cow, alterations must be done. To remove some of the burden, your body is now primed to accept our form of sexual stimulation. It will be overwhelming at first, but your Rancher will help guide you through it.”

There’s something soothing to her voice, a lilting quality that puts me at ease. As much as I want to escape, I don’t want her to turn into someone mean and nasty. I’ve already dealt with that at the hand of Nagán.

Besides, what she’s saying makes sense. The more my breasts ache, the more my pussy spasms with need. It’s as if I don’t care about the pain as long as I can have the promised pleasure.

She makes quick work of my restraints and steps away, her eyes never leaving me. When I don’t make a move to run, she gives a soft sigh and her body relaxes. With a quick nod of her head, she walks over to the door and opens it before dragging in a cart.

“You’ve been given to me far too late to make this a luxurious experience. Normally, our cows are primped and coddled before showing, but this will have to be fast and to the point. Stand.”

I rise from the cot, my body trembling as I stand there waiting for whatever comes next. I’m tired, hungry, sore, and so fucking horny I can barely think straight. Hoping to distract myself, I rub my arms and look over at the mirror.

My breasts are large, swollen by the looks of it. Fear races down my spine as I grip the tissue, crying out from behind the gag as the ache grows. Enook shakes her head, her smile sympathetic.

“You’ll need to be milked soon.” She places her cool hands on the fevered skin and squeezes a bit, dragging a pained wheeze from my throat. “I’ll make sure the auctioneer knows you’ll need to be taken to the milk stand the moment you’re paid for. Normally our cows don’t become this engorged, but you seem to be special.”

Great. Just what I need. I’m somehow built to be their fucking perfect cow.

Enook runs her fingers over the swollen tissue, squeezing here and pinching there. Her movements are clinical, almost as if I’m enduring my yearly exam. When she gets down to my nipples, however, I jerk back, not wanting her to touch me so intimately.

“If you wish to find relief, you will stand still and allow me to attend to you. I can’t drain you, but I can, at least, take off a bit of the pressure.”

She leans down, her lips hovering close. Her breath fans across my nipples, causing my core to clench in need. Again, I pull back, my mind confused at the conflicting emotions.

I’ve never been into girls, and yet, all I can think about is finding relief. At this point, I almost wouldn’t care if it was Nagán himself about to suck from me. But at the end of the day, I don’t want either of them. I want Vrokjan.

Rising, she tilts her head and looks at me. “Do you not wish to find relief?”

I nod, unsure of what else to do.

“Is it that I am a female? Do you not mate with women on your planet?”

Doing my best to communicate, I bring my thumb up to my chest and shake my head. Then, I spread my arms wide to indicate others and shrug. It’s ridiculous, really. All of this would be settled if I could just speak.

Again, she tilts her head, like a puppy trying to understand. “You don't, but others might?”

I nod vigorously, thankful my small bit of charades worked. With another soft smile, she shakes her head before lifting my breast.

“I do not mate with women either, but some on my planet do. This is not a sexual act. You are a cow, and I am to prepare you. Nothing more. Ranchers are the only ones who mix milk drinking and sex. Now, allow me to attend. You’re so engorged, I’m afraid it will cause you harm during the auction. Normally our cows are not this full until after.”

Helpless, I let my arms flop to my side. I don’t want to get injured because I’m feeling awkward with her ministrations. Besides, if this will help relieve any of this horrible ache, I’m willing.

Again, her hands are on my breasts, feeling and squeezing. If I keep my eyes closed, I can imagine my gyno doing her routine exam. All that goes out the window the moment I feel her breath against my skin.

Its heat envelops me, turning my blood molten. Everything is far too hot, far too uncomfortable. It’s as if I want to scratch at my skin until I bleed.

Scrunching my eyes, making sure they stay closed, I do my best to get out of my head. It’s an exam. That’s all it is. Nothing more. Nothing less. However, the moment her lips latch on, my pussy clenches in response.

She sucks on my nipple as she squeezes her hands. Seconds go by like hours as sharp sensations shoot through my breasts. Eventually, however, the pain morphs into blessed relief.

Groaning, I rock back and forth as a different kind of desperation coils through me. She doesn’t oblige, however. Even in sucking on me, she’s methodical, clinical. Once done with one breast, she moves to the other, and everything starts all over again.

“Your milk is as it should be. Sweet, thick, and delicious. Whoever wins you will be lucky indeed,” she says, pulling away from me to wipe her mouth.

I shouldn’t be happy at her pronouncement, but a small part of me preens at her words. At least everything is normal, I guess? As if she hadn’t touched me so intimately, she turns and fiddles with stuff on the cart.

“All that’s left is to clean you and take you over to the others awaiting auction.”

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CHAPTER 9

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JESSICA

Every inch of me throbs as she pulls the cart over and takes out various strange bottles. Perhaps she’s telling the truth, and it wasn’t sexual after all? She certainly doesn’t seem affected by it. At least, not nearly as affected as I am.

My body still buzzes as she slathers a pale blue goo onto my legs. While it sits there, she grabs a fresh bottle and pours the same odd concoction, red this time, over my arms, taking an extreme interest in my armpits. She goes over my body until the only untouched area is my pussy and asshole.

I stand there, stiff as she watches me. Since I don’t know what this stuff is doing, I don’t dare move. I can’t chance making the goos mix or dripping somewhere they shouldn’t. After a few moments, an odd warmth surrounds my body.

It’s a slight tingle, like ants crawling over my skin. I want to cry out, to tell her it’s uncomfortable, but the damn gag keeps me mute. Instead, harsh, guttural groans vibrate through my throat.

“I understand this might be uncomfortable, but we’re almost done.” Her slim fingers tap against her arm as if counting down.

After a few more moments, she kneels in front of me, takes a jagged-looking tool, and runs it down my thigh. I half expect it to hurt, but it doesn't. It almost feels like a nice scratch when you’ve been itchy for so long.

I can’t help the moan reverberating through me as she scrapes the irritant off of my skin. After each drag, she wipes it off into a bucket until all of it is off. Glancing down, I note the lack of hair.

My skin is smooth and far softer than I’ve ever felt it. My eyes widen as I look up at Enook, noting her lips twitching as if trying to smother a smile. She guides me over to the cot and helps me lie down.

“The Ranchers prefer their cows devoid of hair except on the head and face. It allows them to be easier to clean and maintain. This process is permanent, and will only be reversed if you choose to go back to your home planet at the end of three hundred and sixty-five Earth solar rotations.”