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I gaze at my beautiful cow, studying every soft curve. The only thing on her body is the collar and leash. It hangs down between her breasts, drawing my attention to them.

She’s starting to become engorged again. Thankfully, there’s not too much time between now and her final milking of the night. Grabbing the leash, I take her from the communal space and into the dining and kitchen area.

CHAPTER 17

JESSICA

Some of the Ranch Hands from the field earlier mill about, preparing things for dinner. Every now and then, they look over at me, their gazes curious as they roam over my body. My cheeks heat up as I slide behind Vrokjan, doing my best to hide.

Unfortunately, he’s having none of it. With a soft chuckle, he brings me back out and stands me in front of him, so my back brushes against his chest. “They won’t bite,” he teases, easing his hands around to massage my nipples.

Despite the humiliation of having these strangers watch as I fall apart in front of them, I can’t help the soft moan drifting from my lips. His hands just feel so good on my body. Arching back, I thrust my breasts further into his hands, desperate to feel him massaging them.

They’re already sore again. Not nearly as bad as before I was milked, but I can tell they’re growing again. As he squeezes my nipples, a little milk drips out, easing the discomfort.

As if they can smell the milky goodness, the Ranchers stop what they’re doing and stare at me. Arousal gathers at my lower lips as I see the hunger in their gazes. They prowl forward, licking their lips as they stand in front of us.

“They will not touch you without permission,” Vrokjan continues, milking me as they watch. “You are my personal cow, and with that comes some responsibilities. Your morning milk will belong to me. After I’ve drunk my fill, you will provide milk for the rest of the house.”

I jerk back, ignoring the searing pain as he tugs on my nipples. A distressed moo flits from my lips, bringing another dark chuckle from his.

“Silly cow,” he whispers, his thumb and forefingers working a dark magic on my poor, swollen buds. “They’re not going to drink from you as I do. I will, however, milk you in front of them. If you’re lucky, I’ll even let them watch me pleasure you. But you’ll have to be an extra good girl to earn that.”

His words barely make sense as arousal floods my brain. Was there some odd chemical in the shot Nagán gave me that made me extra horny? Or is it just the fact that I finally don’t feel sick again?

Either way, my body burns as he teases me in front of his men. I can’t think of much else than finding my release, even if it means they have to watch. Cupping my right breast, Vrokjan drags me up against him as his other hand teases my entrance.

Unable to resist, I spread my legs, allowing him access to my clit. The others watch, their eyes darkening as he teases me. At that moment, I feel powerful.

I may just be an Earthling, a cow to them, but there’s no denying they want me. Resting my head back against his chest, I let out a lusty moo. The men groan, their hands dropping to the front of their suits.

“Such a wet little thing,” he grumbles, the deep sound zipping through my body. “You like them watching you, don’t you?”

He doesn’t give me time to even think, let alone answer. His fingers are insistent, dragging pleasure from my body whether I want it or not. In front of me, I watch as the men rub their cocks through the shiny material.

“You see, my pretty cow, you’ll be getting them nice and hard, ready to go pleasure the other cows as they harvest their milk. Your service in this way will give the others such a great relief.”

Off to the side, a door opens, revealing Fiona. A bright red flush graces her face as she looks at me. Based on the way her hair is tousled and disheveled, she seems to have found her own release.

I watch as Antroli leads her to the side of the table and motions for her to kneel on a pillow. She does so without any fight. Her movements are graceful, lithe, as if she was born for this, born to serve.

Again, Vrokjan swipes his fingers across my clit, scattering my thoughts. “Fiona has already been prepared for tonight’s dinner. I guess it’s time I do the same for you.” He lets go of my body and grabs the lead.

My skin buzzes, humming with unmet need. Trotting after him, I rub my thighs together, desperate for release. He looks back over his shoulder, a dark smile slashing across his face.

“Don’t worry, my pet. I’ll satisfy you while you’re being milked.”

He leads me into a massive room. In the center, a gigantic bed dominates the space. Thick, dark wood rises from all four corners, stretching up to meet the ceiling. It’s as if the bed is a part of the room, growing from it, even.

Dropping the lead, he leaves me there to stare in wonder as he goes off to another room. When he comes back, an odd, shiny material rests in his hands. It looks very similar to the tinsel they took off of me.

However, as he gets closer, I don’t feel the horrible reverberations through my skull like last time. Without saying a word, he drapes it around me, using it to lift my heavy breasts. I groan as relief floods my body.

“This is the same material as our suits and should be quite comfortable on you.” Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out two red bulbs. “I don’t know much about your holiday, but the pictures I’ve seen show a similar decoration.”

Christmas. In the heat of everything, I actually forgot. For a moment, a shaft of sorrow threatens to split me open. However, instead of allowing these circumstances to make me sad again, I focus on the eroticism of what he’s doing.

Kneeling before me, he takes one of the ornaments and opens up a small loop. He pulls my nipple through and cinches it tight. I watch as he goes to the other nipple and does the same. Thankfully, they’re not clamps. I’m not sure I could handle that much pain.