Page 19 of Milked for the Holidays

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.

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.