Page 10 of Milked for the Holidays

“Please,” I murmur, desperate to touch the part of my head that still throbs. “What’s wrong with me?”

The kinder one pulls away and comes back to my side. “Nothing that we can tell. You seem to be in perfect health.”

I shake my head, hysteria threatening to rise in my throat. “No. I can’t be. People aren’t supposed to be blue. And I’m not supposed to be auctioned. This isn’t Halloween, so the only explanation is there’s something wrong with my head. God, it hurts.”

Tsking softly, he runs his hand over the side of my head, caressing me almost. “The implant usually doesn’t hurt, but there was interference earlier. I’m afraid it’s made things work harder than they should. It will pass soon.”

“I- implant? What? What the hell did you do to me?”

The mean one shakes his head, looking bored with the whole affair. “I don’t have time for this. She should have already started the preparation process.”

“Please,” I beg, looking at the one person who might prove to be an ally. “Don’t let him hurt me.”

“Oh, my pretty little cow. I do so love hearing you beg. I can’t wait for you to beg for my cock driving into you while my lips pull sweet milk from these breasts of yours.”

His words make no sense, and yet, my body responds. Heat floods my system as arousal drips through my veins. My body understands, even if my mind does not.

“Can I get on with it now?” the other intones, his gaze flitting between the two of us.

“Soon. I want her to understand what’s going to happen to her.”

Oh God. Do I really want to know? No. The answer is a decided, resounding no. I want to stay in my delusion as long as I can and not have it shattered, revealing what I don’t want to admit to myself.

With a soft, almost gentle touch, the large man runs his hand down my arm. “We are taking you to my planet, Icora. There, you will be put up for auction as a human cow. But don’t worry. I’ve got my sights set on you, and I’m not letting you go.”

“I- Is that supposed to make me feel better?” Relief floods my system as I take in their indulgent smiles. “Oh. Oh, I get it. This is a prank. Right? Some misguided attempt to cheer me up for the holidays? Whew. I was terrified there for a minute. Who put you up to this? Ralph?”

The two put their heads together for a moment. “We are unfamiliar with a human named Ralph—male or female.”

The mean one walks over to me, holding out an odd tube, and runs it down my body. “She’s not showing any signs of illness or increased temperature. This is odd. Normally the cows either go into hysterics or accept their fate. I’m not sure what this reaction is.”

“Yes,” the other replies, running his fingers across his chin. “But aren’t they already under the effects of the serum by now?”

“Ahh. You do have a point. That being said, we’re running out of time if we want her ready by the time we land. The other cows are already well on their way in their transformation.”

“Go ahead,” he nods, tugging on the zipper in the front of his suit.

He lowers it down, revealing a smooth chest, a touch lighter blue than his hands and face, as if those parts are tanned and the rest of his body is not. But that’s ridiculous. It must be the paint absorbed into the clothes.

It’s got to be. I demand this be the answer. My brain can’t handle anything else. Dumbstruck, I follow his motions down until he slips the shiny fabric off his shoulders. An enormous cock juts out from between his hips, but it looks nothing like the guys I’ve messed around with.

“Oh. My. God. You even bought a prosthetic? I hope what they’re paying you is worth it.”

Off to the side, the other preps a needle, but turns at my exclamation. He simply looks the other up and down and rolls his eyes.

“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.

CHAPTER 5

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.