Atonement
Chapter Five
Natalia was breathing hard. They had been walking for what seemed like hours, and they still hadn't found the exit to the room. It went on for acres.
She felt like she had been dropped into a horror movie set. All around her were aisle after aisle of cows being milked. They moaned and groaned as the suction worked their breasts, their milk flowing out into plastic tubing.
Each row was built in the shape of a pyramid, providing bleacher seating down each side in the form of a triangle. A stairway was built into the end of each row for maintenance access along the top. From bottom to top, four women sat on each side, stacked on top of each other. Four up, and four down.
The women were not free to leave. They had been strapped into place, sitting in specially molded chairs that forced them to lean backwards and stare at the ceiling. They wore black rubber masks, hiding their individuality. Their faces had been replaced with glowing green numbers, interchangeable, labeled livestock.
The rest of their bodies hadn't been spared, either. They wore thick catsuits that covered every inch, shiny rubber reflecting the sterile light from the ceiling. The only openings were at the breast and crotch areas, where metallic tubes were attached. Each cow's set of quad breasts were exposed, swallowed inside breast cups that pumped them mercilessly.
Metal straps held them to their chairs, at their shoulders, thighs, and waist. They had some freedom of motion, but without sight, it was impossible for them to release the electronically locked restraints, even if they had known the codes. Some of them writhed back and forth, palming the breasts cups, but they could not be removed, even with determined tugging.
The cow at the top of the stack had its mouth stuffed full with a rubber gag, plastic tubing rising towards the ceiling. White milk dribbled down the tubing, feeding the cow as large, soft headphones whispered secrets into her ears.
From that cow's breast cups, the outlet tubing led to the next cow in the chain, farther down, who was drinking the milk from the first cow. The pattern repeated again, the milk flowing down to the third and fourth cow. The last cow's milk was pumped into the floor, her large breasts jiggling as the suction cups extracted her nectar.
Beyond the hum of the working machinery, she could hear the gurgling of the milk and faint moans of pleasure. They were pure milk slaves, forced to relax and have their bodies emptied and filled, to serve the aliens without rest. To Natalia it seemed like an arousing fate, but also frightening. To sit in absolute darkness while the machines worked your body. She gulped, doing her best to avert her eyes.
It wasn't working. The longer she spent in this strange room, the more she was getting aroused, and the less she could think. A few of the cows she could see in the stack were heavily pregnant, gravid bellies wobbling underneath the thick latex as their brains and breasts were drained by the machinery. There was an aura of fecundity she could almost taste.
The worst part was seeing the actual scale of how many cows were being milked. It lent the place an air of inevitability. If this many cows had been processed, what hope did she have of escaping? She needed a plan, dammit.
She was usually the one with a solution. The best route of escape, the best route to shave parsecs from their travel times, the best way to make money. None of that cleverness from the outside world applied in here. She was truly in a different universe, trying to fight her way out of a featureless box.
"Have either of you spotted an exit?" she asked, looking at Morgan and Kylie, both of whom had been unusually quiet.
The silence had been getting to her, and she felt some of the tension relax at the sound of her own voice. "No," replied Morgan. "But we've been spending a lot of time in the central area. Perhaps we should split up and check down some of these rows."
Natalia twisted her lips. Morgan was still an unknown quantity. The woman seemed to enjoy being a cow, and was behaving rather passively. Since her keeper had been injured, she was even more subdued than usual.
Her suggestion seemed sound, but she could be aiming to isolate them from each other. She pressed her forefinger into her thumb. That was the paranoia speaking. Morgan hadn't done anything obvious to betray them. There was no reason to assume she was going to. If her keeper showed up, however, all bets were off. She wasn't willing to test the woman's loyalty that far.
"Okay," she said finally. "I'll head left, you two head right."
Morgan raised an eyebrow at her, but said nothing. Kylie cursed. "Why do I have to go with her?" she complained, her hands curling into fists.
"Because I don't entirely trust her, and you shouldn't either," she replied.
She turned to face Morgan. "If your keeper showed up right now, what would you do?"
Morgan clenched her lips. "I would immediately surrender my body to her."
"Precisely. Therefore, we logically can't leave you by yourself. Any further questions?"
Kylie snarled, but said nothing. Taking that as an affirmative, she turned and headed down the nearest row of cows.
She immediately realized that splitting up had been a mistake. Without the familiar faces to ground her, all that was left was a seemingly endless row of moaning cows moving restlessly as they were milked.
She stared at one of the cows who was at the bottom of one of the milk ladders. Her breasts were particularly large, her teats spurting white milk as she ran her hands up and down her swollen belly. Creaking sounds emanated from her body suit as it rubbed over her skin. MX34 glared at her from the electroluminescent display on the woman's mask.
She had been reduced to a number. A number they could assign production statistics to. Someone was probably poring over those numbers right now, making decisions about the cow's fate. What happened if the cow wasn't producing fast enough to keep up? Were cows ever put out to pasture?
Turning, she hurried on, but the image of the cow lingered in her mind. The noise of the stacks was really getting to her. She resorted to plugging her ears as she hurried on, terrified that she might convince herself to stop and examine one of the cows and somehow take her place.
She felt like it was taking forever to reach the end of the row, an endless expanse of milking chairs, plastic tubing, and groaning cows. She hesitated, turning to approach a set of the cows locked into the stack.
The cow at the bottom had a large belly, pregnant. Not all of them were with child, but many of them were. None of the women higher up in the stack had gravid bellies, making her wonder whether there was a reason for putting them down lower.
Regardless, the pure ecstasy of the cows was not in question. The catsuits they wore were tight, heavy rubber a few millimeters thick, making it difficult for them to move at all. With the added restraints, it was nigh impossible. The sucking noise from the milk machines was juxtaposed with moans, their chests heaving.
Natalia lifted her hand to feel the plastic tube that was jammed into the cow's mouth. The milk was warm, flowing gently. Tracing the tubing backwards, she realized it attached to a large bottle fixed to the milking chair. From there, another tube led to a coupling which was attached to the cow the next stack up.
The majority of the system must be gravity fed, but the cows could enjoy a sweet drink at any time. And that seemed to happen quite often. The cow would take a pull at the hose, drink, and make a low noise of pleasure before starting again.
She pressed a hand to the cow's mask, running it down her neck. The rubber was tight and slick, locking her into an enforced posture. The cow didn't even notice her stroking, so completely lost in her world of drinking and sucking.
A low noise whirred at the cow's crotch, and her hips moved with delight. The belt she wore covered her crotch completely, ribbed metal lines attaching into a rounded dome. It was impossible to see what was being done underneath, but it seemed pretty obvious the cow was being fucked while she was milked.
It looked like a pretty simple closed loop system. The cows could be moved around into any position desired, fucked and milked as required with the turn of a few couplers. Were the cows kept in their enforced slavery forever? It was impossible for her to tell, but it seemed likely that the device attached to the cow's nethers doubled as a waste evacuation unit.
She sighed, wishing that she could join the unlimited milking. No need to plan for the future when it had all been planned out for you. Being a cow was simple. Being free was difficult.
She left the cow to her fate with some reluctance. There was no way for her to release her, and there were hundreds of other cows in the same room with her. No, she needed to find an exit, and quickly. Kylie still needed her, especially since she had been acting out more than usual.
The row of cows extended into the distance, but each section was separated by a vertical pillar with a built-in hatch. Curious, she wandered over to one of them, peering inside.
The interior was far more complex than that needed for a ceiling support. The walls were studded with machinery and mysterious devices, the top shrouded in a black cloud. She was momentarily tempted to step inside to examine the devices closer, but a small hint of sound stole her attention.
Far off at the end of the row, she could see small figures marching towards her. The light winking off their outfits came in a regular pulse as they marched along. Gritting her teeth, she moved inside the hatchway, peering out to gauge their progress. If she was caught now, she stood absolutely no chance of escaping. Her heart thudded in her chest and she held her breath.
She jumped back as the hatch slammed shut from the top of the rounded chamber. Adrenaline spiking, she reflexively hammed at the porthole in the hatch until she realized it was useless. Her stupidity had gotten her stuck inside this dark tube.
What was worse was that she could feel her feet sinking into the floor. No, there wasn't goop down there - it was just an elevator. Within moments, the porthole was several body lengths up the wall, impossible for her to get to. She was well and truly trapped in this hole.
The hole didn't stay dark for long. Floodlights built into the ceiling clunked on, blinding her with a circular array of light. She gulped, knowing that she was really in the shit now. There was no practical difference between being captured by the aliens and being captured by this… thing. The outcome was the same. She should have run the other way.
Too late now, a hissing mist was infiltrating the chamber. A red light turned on, highlighting the top of her head.
"Cow detected. Begin startup routine," stated an electronically generated voice.
The hissing noise intensified, shadows interrupting the intense lights as a hidden metal mechanism whirled around her in the air at high speed.
Natalia rushed to the side of the circular pit, trying to hide against the wall. What she could see of the mechanisms terrified her, and she wanted none of it.
When her hands touched the wall, she stumbled back, alarmed. It felt wet, and sticky. She continued to back up, a sudden fear seizing her. The wall was coming towards her!
Whirling around, she saw a six foot tall fence of shiny, liquid black was closing in on her from all sides. She was forced back into the center of the room, underneath the whirring metal devices.
"Help!" she shouted. "Help... rmph!"
The black liquid blanked out her vision, splashing over her body like a wave. Her mouth hung open, panting from fear. The liquid had covered her mouth as well, but it only lightly coated the interior. She could still breathe at least.
But she couldn't move. She was caught like a rat in flypaper, frozen in position. Her mind raced, but she was out of plans. It was impossible for her to escape. She must endure.
"Cow captured. Now scanning," came the monotone voice.
A faint warmth played up and done her body, a blue light glimmering through the blackness of the liquid which had coated her eyes. She tried to move her arms, but they were stuck. The coating had hardened into a plastic shell, a tight, impenetrable barrier.
She could feel hard, metallic bars dropping into place beneath her breasts and under her hips, preventing any further movement.
"Warning: breast volume low. Initialize cow to starting stack. Auto injections primed. Program loaded. Waiting for alignment."
As she waited, the coating over her eyes began to clear, light seeping in. She blinked, trying to resolve the unknown images into something familiar. What she saw didn't give her any cause for comfort.
A rack made of blue anodised steel lowered from above, four rounded breast cups lowering into place around the bar which fit snugly against her chest. She moaned, worried about what the machinery was going to do to her body. It was going to inflate her breasts, turning her into a bimbo cow!
The top two cups attached with a pop, light suction holding them in place. The bottom two pressed against her chest over her second pair of lightly budding breasts. She hissed as four sharp pinches came in succession from her breast area, pain blossoming.
Her breasts had been sensitive before, but this was another level. Her chest felt cold, a rush of liquid draining into her flesh.
She tried to scream, but could only accomplish a sad holler. It was all useless. The aliens doing this to her didn’t care. She was going to be their cow.
"Growth injections complete. Promote cow to third stage before stacking."
Sparkling lights filled her vision, some sort of hypnotic display. She could only groan as more needles slid into her neck.
***
Morgan was out of breath. Kylie hadn't stopped moving since Natalia had left them. She was a woman possessed, marching like a soldier. It was all Morgan could do to keep up.
She had been pretty fit in her past life, but she wasn't an athlete. Being transformed into a cow surely hadn't helped. Her extra assets wobbled dangerously as they moved, making her back ache abominably. She was built for milking, not for running. She made a noise of frustration under her breath and instantly realized her mistake.
"What, is this too much for you?" asked Kylie, her eyes blazing with a strange, inner light. "The poor little cow wants to stop and submit, does she? You want to be fucked and milked?"
Morgan breathed hard. "No, of course not," she choked out, lying. "This body just isn't built for this kind of exertion."
"Too bad," replied Kylie. She loomed over Morgan, staring her down. "If you start to lag behind, you get left behind."
That didn't seem like such a bad idea at the moment, but she felt as though she had a strange sort of commitment to see this through. She girded herself and pushed on. At the very least, she wished to avoid another tongue lashing from Kylie.
There was definitely something wrong with the woman. Other than her reddened eyes, her hands were clenched into fists, a constant stream of slobber escaping her lips. She needed treatment, and Morgan somehow felt that it was her job to keep an eye on her to prevent her from injuring anyone else.
Fortunately, they had reached the end of a row, cows jerking with ecstasy in their restraints as they were milked. She wished she could share in their pleasure, but she was stuck with an insane pirate. What joy.
"Here's an airlock," stated Kylie, moving forward briskly.
Morgan hesitated. "Aren't we going back to get Natalia?"
Kylie scowled. "Forget her. I'm not going back to find out if she's come up with another crazy plan. I'm getting out of here."
She moved into the airlock and raised an eyebrow. "Are you coming or not?"
Morgan grumbled, but stepped inside. It felt wrong to leave Natalia behind, but this was The Farm. If she was caught, they would take care of her.
She waited for the airlock to cycle, suffering in awkward silence. Kylie said nothing, laser focused on the exit.
Mercifully, the door finished its rotation quickly, opening out into a wide bay. Kylie moved with excitement, taking in row after row of neatly parked shuttles. With swept back wings and anti grav generators, these were top of the line craft for atmospheric work.
"This is it!" Kylie declared, almost dancing. "I'm actually going to get out of here!"
Morgan noted that she hadn't included her in the declaration, but she didn't really care. She followed reluctantly, toying with the idea of sidling back into the airlock. Spending more time with the unhinged pirate in a small shuttle didn't seem like a good time to her.
Kylie ran up the ramp of one of the shuttles, peering at the entry pad. "This looks pretty standard," she declared. "I should be able to hot wire this without any trouble. Give me a minute."
Morgan paced, staring at nothing. She had a hard decision to make, and she wasn't sure what to do. She didn't want to leave The Farm, especially not with Kylie. She suspected that if she got on that shuttle she would immediately become the pirate's hostage.
Her failure to make a decision so far had led her here, where she didn't want to be. Making no decision had been a decision in and of itself. The wrong decision.
She knew that the next decision she made was likely to be her last decision. Whatever happened, she wasn't going to get on that shuttle with Kylie. She girded her loins and watched Kylie carefully, gritting her teeth. "Kylie," she stated firmly. "We need to talk. I don’t want to leave with you."
***
She breathed in and out, deeply, seeing nothing. A hood had been pulled over her head, blinding her. Cool, sweet air pumped in and out of her lungs, forced respiration.
With the air came some form of drugs, making her feel light headed and airy. Thoughts drifted through her mind, but didn't stop for her to examine them. She hadn't been able to hold onto any thoughts for quite some time.
Who was she? What was her purpose? The loose threads stewed in her vacant consciousness, a vague hissing tugging at her ears. In due course, a firm answer came back to her, but not as one of her own thoughts. No, this felt like it had been spoon fed to her.
She was a cow. She existed at the pleasure of the Farm. The answer was soothing. She didn't speculate about what being a cow might mean, she just was. It was her Truth. She was a Cow.
The interior of the mask was dark, damp from her exhalation. It gripped her skull tightly, providing a feeling of comfort. She was right where she needed to be.
Her body was in motion, being rolled along. She sat back, relaxing. Her body was strapped down, but she wasn’t struggling. To struggle, she needed to worry. To worry, she needed to think. And there was no thinking involved. Just the autonomous motion of her chest as she breathed in the soporific gas.
Her chest felt heavy. Something had been strapped to her breasts, tickling and sucking as it pulled at her flesh, kissing four different spots. The pressure might have been discomforting, but in her current state it simply aroused her more. She was a cow. A cow must be milked. She was being milked.
This didn't prevent her body from wriggling involuntarily, but that was only right. Her body was being stimulated, and should show how aroused it was. How aroused she was.
In her altered consciousness, she could only feel and be told what she was. The Truth seeped into her mind, plugging all the crevices where intelligent thought used to live. She began to fervently believe that she was nothing more than a willing cow.
The chair halted, and turned. Her lungs continued to pump, sweat beading around her lips. Something external tugged at her mask and she was forced to turn her head slightly upwards. A plastic tube was shoved into the mask, parting her lips.
Her teeth clenched around the soft tubing, her lips wrapping around two round openings. A warm liquid gushed into her mouth, filling her cheeks with a sweetness. She swallowed reflexively, delighting in the smooth taste as it slid down her throat.
The flow paused for a moment, allowing her to regain her bearings, before beginning again. It was pumping. Pumping the liquid into her at the same rate the suction was pumping her milk out of her. She was being fed milk so that her body could process it. Her body would grow and become an efficient machine, filtering the milk. She was such a good cow.
The lessons sank deeper as her body flexed, delighting in her pure transformation. She was being treated as she deserved. She was a filter cow. She was part of the stack.
Her nipples exploded with delight, twitching at the never ending pressure. She had no time to enjoy the afterglow, as the machinery was ramping up further. A rounded, metallic protrusion prodded at her vulva.
She laid still, on tenterhooks. The headphones hissed in her ears, praising her for readying her body for the intruder. The metallic tube pressed inside, liquid spurting from its tip to lubricate its passage. It seated deep inside, nestling up near her cervix.
The nozzle stopped moving, embedded in her vagina. This was the next step in her journey. It was plugging her up, vibrating to increase her body's arousal. It twisted, writhing like a snake to increase its stimulation, turning her body into a live wire of pleasure.
This was necessary to complete her transformation into a filter cow. The stack would ensure she was impregnated to increase her production and processing capacity. The stack was efficient. She was efficient.
The system hissed in her ears, making her want it. She needed it. She was going to be a pregnant cow. Good Cow.
She orgasmed, her vagina vibrating around the intruder as it came inside her.
***
Kylie turned and frowned at Morgan, flexing her hands into fists. "What does that make you, then? A dumb cow? You know they're using you here. They're going to milk, milk, milk you until nothing is left of your mind. When you're begging for more, they'll give it to you gladly, until you're a mindless beast, serving at their pleasure!"
She slammed a fist against the side of the shuttle. "Fuck it, I don't have time for you." She continued fiddling with the console.
Morgan looked at her uncertainly, backing away. It was true she was a little worried about what Eve had planned for her, but surely Eve would take care of her. She didn't want her as a mindless slave. There was a burgeoning connection between them, something indefinable that she couldn't yet explain. Was it love? Hard to say. But she wasn't going to find out if she followed Kylie like a lost lamb.
"How absolutely primitive," came a prim voice, interrupting her thoughts.
She gasped, turning as she realized they were not alone. A keeper stood nearby, caressing the necks of two cows. The one on the left was petite, and was beginning to show a red coloration as her second set of breasts was coming in, her frame slowly filling out to accommodate her udder.
The other had black and white spots, her udder fully formed. This one had been a cow for quite some time already, possessing an air of grace that came with being fully transformed.
Her eyes flicked back to the keeper and they widened involuntarily. The alien was wearing a black corset, her neon green breasts bursting out of the top, pink areolae dribbling with new milk. Her lips twitched, and she felt fear.
Morgan stared at them with trepidation. She knew these three! She didn't know too much about the keeper, except that she was Eve's rival. Her name was Heather, yes, that was right.
The black and white cow belonged to her, but was otherwise unremarkable. The roan cow was far more familiar, however. The cow blinked lazily, relaxing freely in Heather's grip, unconsciously licking her lips. She shifted her stance, raising her hands to run them over her lower set of breasts. She smiled, staring at nothing.
"Are you ready to give up?" asked the keeper. "Really, even if you take off, there's nowhere for you to go. The Farm has been locked down and all the cows have been accounted for. You two are the only loose ones, and you've already been corralled."
Kylie cursed, giving the keeper a brief glance as she feverishly worked the console. "I don't believe you," she declared. "Natty's pirates have always been a tight knit group. We work for each other. Always have. Nobody else will help us out. We're all alone in the blackness of space."
"That's manifestly untrue," replied the keeper in a droll tone. "If you tell yourself a lie long enough, you may even start to believe it. In truth, you were always looking to be owned. Take a look at Iris, here," she grinned evilly, squeezing the roan cow's neck. "All she needed was a modicum of discipline and she cracked open like a rotten fruit.
The cow mooed at her, leaning into her grip. She closed her eyes, pressing her head into her mistress' side. "I love it when you fuck me, mistress," declared the former pirate. "Are we going to do it again soon?"
"Yes, my cow, quite soon," replied the keeper, squeezing her neck again. The cow melted under her attention.
Kylie turned from the console, eyes wild. "You'll pay for what you've done," she cursed, slapping her hand against the reader. "Whatever you've done to her, I won't rest until I get my revenge. That's what a pirate does best!"
Morgan watched in alarm as the hatch slid open. Kylie threw them an insulting gesture and darted inside, locking the hatch behind her. Heather waved Morgan back to a safe distance.
The thrusters in the shuttle started with an inconceivable roar, filling the shuttle bay with a horrendous vibration. The cacophony was mercifully short, however, as the ship quickly swapped to its main drive, lifting the aerodynamic craft out of the open hanger door and off to freedom.
Morgan coughed as the cloud of exhaust dispersed, peering at the trail the shuttle had made over the green overgrowth in the distance. She had escaped. She was free.
Morgan felt excitement, but not for Kylie. A great weight had been lifted off her chest. Kylie wasn't her problem any more. The Farm would deal with her.
A pit settled into her stomach. It was finally time to face reality. She turned to Heather, who had recovered her poise, caressing the necks of her slave cows to calm them down.
"Is Eve alright?" she asked, feeling small. "I didn't want to leave her, but Kylie wouldn't let me. I think Kylie hurt her in some way and I'm worried about her."
Her babbling drifted off into the quiet coolness of the empty hanger. She bit her lip, looking down. "I never wanted to escape," she said plaintively. "I didn't have a choice."
"Didn't you?" asked the keeper. "Were any of them holding you at gunpoint? You could have stayed there with your keeper, but instead you ran off with the others. In my book, that makes you just as bad as them."
Morgan quailed, a black emotion settling over her. She was a bad cow. She had not helped her keeper.
A shadow fell over her, a strong hand clamping onto her shoulder. "You don't deserve her," declared Heather. "You're just like all the rest, believing that you know better than your keeper."
She moved her hand around Morgan's neck and squeezed hard. Morgan sagged into her embrace, an automatic feeling of submission swelling up inside her.
"You still feel entitled to her. You're wrong. You don't deserve her," she hissed. "You don't deserve any of us."
She turned, pulling Morgan with her. Morgan stumbled, trying to keep up with the keeper. Disobeying her now didn't make sense. She was a cow. A cow without her keeper. She didn't know what to do.
"I belong to her, though." Morgan muttered, confused. "I belong to Eve."
"You belong to us," corrected Heather. "You belong to The Farm. Disobedient cows don't get assigned to a keeper. They get assigned to the stack. You will serve us. You will serve all of us."
"Serve," muttered Morgan, her thoughts jumbled. Yes, she was made to serve. She was nothing more than a cow. How could she have thought otherwise?
The airlock door rotated, opening into the filter room. Rows upon rows of cows were being milked, sighing and gasping with pleasure. "Look at them," declared the keeper. "None of them have a violent thought in their head while they are being milked. They don't think of escape. They don't think of being disobedient. They simply don't think at all."
Morgan had ceased her muttering, looking forward blankly. She deserved this. Whatever the keeper was planning. Because she couldn't get around the fact that she had betrayed her keeper. How could she possibly deserve a keeper as perfect as Eve? She saw it now. The only way she could atone was to serve The Farm as a mindless cow.
Heather marched her past a block of cows, their suction cups popping and sucking, thoughts being extracted along with the streams of milk they provided to the aliens. Sustenance to keep them alive and well. Filtering out their poisons so that they could feed the next generation.
Stepping up to a circular chamber, Heather threw her inside the hatch. Morgan sat in a crumpled heap on the floor, staring at nothing. She didn't want to think about anything anymore.
The keeper's cows had followed close behind her, staring at Morgan with disapproval. Even the other cows hated her.
Heather gave her a knowing gaze. "That's a good cow. Obey the machine, and let it guide you. Lose yourself in the stacks. Become one among many. Because you're not worth anything more than an empty number."
She shifted her hands to her hips. "How long will you last in the stack, I wonder? The constant stimulation and reinforcement has been known to break minds before. Pumping and sucking. That's all you'll need to know, you silly cow!"
She rested a palm against a reader and the door rotated shut, locking her inside, alone with her thoughts. Heather might have thought she was punishing her with her harsh words, but she couldn't possibly hurt her as much as her own thoughts would.
They drifted around in circles, always coming back to the same conclusion: she was a bad cow. Nothing she did was ever the right thing. Her only worth was as a cow to these aliens. She wanted to disappear.
It was a blessing when the walls closed in, trapping her body in a blanket of black rubber.
***
Time had no meaning to her inside the blackness. She was a number, not a person. A cow, good only for drinking and milking. She played with the tube in her mouth, drinking another spurt of the liquid that oozed past her teeth.
She saw nothing, her present and future reduced to the interior of a black mask, filled with gas that anesthetized her brain. Crackling voices filled her ears, telling her what she was. She obeyed.
Her body was a container for milk, a filter for toxins. Milk that slipped past her lips was processed by her body and swelled her breasts, thickening into the valuable liquid extracted by the pumps.
Her breasts had grown further, oversized for her frame. She checked their volume every so often, pleased to discover that all four had developed together into a proper udder. Fondling them was one of her favorite pastimes, one of the few pleasures she could give herself while contributing to the milking process.
Her belly felt tight, as if she was carrying an egg. Over time, her chest had swelled in the restraints, and they had been forced to relax them. Every so often, she felt around her belly, marveling at how tight it felt. How right it felt.
She didn't know how long she had been there. All she had to keep time was the staccato rhythm of her respiration and the steady stream of liquid she drank from the feeding hose.
It didn't matter. She was a cow. She was a filter cow. She was only a cow. That was all she was, and it was glorious.
It had been a long time since her last service, however, and she was growing ancy. Fortunately, the dildo embedded in her vagina chose that moment to activate again, causing her hips to rock upwards. No matter how often this happened, she enjoyed it every time.
She moved along with the beat to the best of her ability, squeezing extra stimulation out of the automated sex device. It had become a habit by now, bumping along with the machine as it fucked her slowly.
She paused for a moment, letting the pleasure wash through her, then began to rock again. She had lost track of the miniature orgasms, her libido keeping her on the edge indefinitely.
She was insatiable. The Farm had made her that way, and she loved them for it. She loved everything about the milking, the drinking, and the fucking. Bad memories were a thing of the past, vanishing into a vague mist from whence the rest of her thoughts had been banished.
She was a cow. That was all she wanted to be.
Her vagina squirted again, the device spurting its liquid inside of her. The device had most likely impregnated her. She loved the idea of being a pregnant cow, her chest swelling as the milking continued. Her production increasing even further, well beyond the bounds of her imagination. She could imagine nothing more fulfilling or arousing.
She mumbled with disappointment as the dildo jerked inside her a final time before withdrawing. The cups attached to her chest hissed and stopped their continuous action.
She breathed hard, realizing after a few moments that the supply of milk flowing had also stopped. She was still strapped in, but the devices had ceased. She mooed inside her mask desperately, hoping they would start up again, but there was no response.
A belt was loosened from around her chest, a restraint she had not even been aware of for some time. She breathed deep, awaiting the pleasure of her attendant. The whisper in her ears had gone silent, leaving her to her own devices. This must simply be the next stage of being a cow. She waited, listlessly, for someone to tell her what to do.
More restraints were undone, freeing her legs and arms. She didn't bother moving, as she hadn't been told to do so. She was a good cow, and wouldn't dream of disobeying.
There came a tugging pressure at her helmet, her head dragged back and forth as efforts to remove it redoubled. The sweat accumulated around the neck seal escaped the rubber lip, dripping down her neck and onto her chest, leaking through the valleys of her breasts.
With a final jerk, the helmet popped off, leaving her blinking uncomfortably under a bright light. "Moo?" she inquired, not feeling comfortable with human words.
She held a hand up, blocking the worst of the light as her vision began to clear. Nina was bundling together her mask and soiled clothing, handing them to another cow nearby. Was that… Ashley? No it couldn't possibly be her. The cow was well muscled, yes, but her skin had softened into bright lines over her chest, which had swelled to improbable proportions.
Her eyes walked slowly over her form, brown with white spots. This was a proper cow, quad breasts filled out into a fully fledged udder. She was working calmy with Nina, helping her to put the equipment back into order.
Nina was scowling a little, but whenever she took a peek at Ashley her face softened into a stupid grin. If she hadn't known better, she would have thought the two of them were an item. That didn't match what she had known about the former pirate at all. How long had she been out?
An alien clapped, drawing her attention. She blinked dumbly at the new arrival, giving her a soft moo in response. Unlike the other keepers, this one was wearing a red, layered dress, an intricate brocade woven with rows upon rows of miniature flowers. Her face was wrinkled, but she looked serene, in an ageless way. She couldn't look away.
"Here I am to clean up a mess," the alien said in a sing song voice. "I shan't complain, it's in my job description, after all. The messes usually do fall to me. But when they do, I always extract a price. My time may not be valuable to you, but it certainly is valuable to me."
Nina studiously ignored her, helping Ashley to clean the equipment away. MU2 mooed again, confused. What was going on? Her muddled mind was having a difficult time understanding anything. She creased her brow, hoping that she hadn't done something wrong.
The new alien reached out and placed a hand casually around her neck, giving her a little squeeze as if her authority was assured. MU2 instantly fell into the embrace, shuddering with pleasure.
"Imagine how Eve would feel if we dumped this mess in her lap," the alien chuckled, raising a brow. "Maybe I should. Would that be sufficient punishment for you?"
Nina tightened her lips and folded her hands, but said nothing, looking at the tiled floor.
"You came asking for my help only after Eve asked where her cow had gone to, didn't you? And you conveniently didn't tell her who had sent Heather ahead to apprehend said wayward cow?"
Nina laid her palms on her thighs. "I agreed to be your apprentice, didn't I? Isn't that enough for you? Do you need to extract yet another favor from me? What do you want?"
The other alien chuckled, pressing her finger against Nina's nose. Her hair twirled in the air in agitation. "So serious! It's almost a travesty how easy it is to put your nose out of joint, as the humans are fond of saying."
She turned back to MU2, who was watching the interplay with little understanding. Something had happened, but it was beyond her knowing. If she was patient, her better would tell her what to do. She idly played with her breasts, pleased to see a small spatter of milk leaking from her nipples. She was almost ready for another milking, the remainder of what she had been drinking working its way through her efficient body.
The older alien sighed, and sat down on the chair they had extracted MU2 from, sitting the brain blasted cow on her knee. "Over time, a cow develops a resistance to being in the stack," she explained. "Their cow persona integrates with their old personality, allowing the old personality through more often. However, that usually take a few years of regular service. If we don’t want Eve to be disappointed, we’ll have to speed up that process."
"It’s not easy to interleave the different layers of personality prematurely without messing up the mental framework." She peered at Nina and Ashley as she ran her hands over MU2’s sides. "There is a distinct chance it may not work at all. Especially if the cow doesn’t yet wish to face reality. Being a filter cow without any responsibilities is very addictive, and not for the faint of heart."
A dreamy expression floated over her face. "Even now, years and years after we developed the equipment, I still dream of entering the stack again. It’s something that stays with you."
Nina frowned. "You spent time in the stack? I thought that keepers were banned from trying even a single shift!"
"Of course they are! Who do you think added that restriction?" Hys'alan'throp chuckled. "If I hadn’t, all of my keepers would be spending time in the stack instead of tending to their cows! I couldn’t have that."
She moved her hands forward, cupping MU2’s breasts. She moaned with pleasure, breathing hard as the administrator expertly pressed her fingers around her nipples. Milk spurted out, splattering onto the floor. "The first step is to ensure the cow is drained," said the administrator. "As long as the cow has milk, it won’t think about anything else. We need to ensure the cow is thinking what I want it to think, not about its next milking session."
Her hands moved faster, clinically expressing as much milk as possible. MU2 moaned uncontrollably, the pressure in her breasts sparking a nova in her brain, her over sensitive nipples forcing her body into another orgasm. "There’s no need to be gentle," explained the administrator. "This is quite pleasurable for the cow, anyway. Instead of a slow dribble of pleasure, it’s an explosion. It happens all at once, causing the cow’s brain to reset, which is also useful for my purposes."
MU2 ground her hips against the administrator’s knee, a gentle moo escaping her lips as her breasts were pumped. The stream began to slow, the keeper’s rough ministrations efficiently draining her breasts. Fortunately, the administrator wasn’t yet done.
Her hands moved up, grabbing hold of MU2’s primary pair of breasts. These were even more sensitive than her second set, leaking immediately at the light pressure. The pleasure ramped up again as the administrator began her work.
The administrator watched Nina, anticipating her next question. "Yes, this is technically wasteful, but a proper setup would take far more time, and I’m well aware that we can’t keep Eve away from her cow for long now that she’s been found."
She paused her ministrations, MU2 moaning in protest. She pointed her hand farther down the stack. "Why don’t you go retrieve the other member of her herd while you’re waiting? It would be good practice for you to try out this process yourself."
Nina considered, and shrugged. "I suppose I do need to act the part of apprentice," she said reluctantly, flagging down MU4. "Come, cow, I need some help to detank another cow."
Ashley mooed, trotting closely behind her mistress. MU2 smiled, pleased to see that the pirate had found a keeper to serve. A minor sense of disturbance rippled through her consciousness, the desire to serve welling up within her. Where was her keeper? She mooed, disturbed.
"How are you doing, dear? Still have some more milk to go?" The administrator placed her hands back over MU2’s breasts, pushing the bad thoughts from her mind with another spurt of milk.
MU2 mooed with contentment and settled back into the administrator’s grip. It was not a problem. She had a keeper attending her right here. The streams of milk started up again, the beautiful trickles making a mess of her chest. She wanted to lick it badly. She leaned forward, trying to get closer to that beautiful milk.
"Hold on there, cow," said the administrator, pulling her back onto her knee, amused. "You’ve been fed plenty in the stack already. Don’t be greedy."
MU2 complained with a high pitched whine, but she settled down. The keeper was in control of her. She was only a cow.
A shuffling further down the stack of cows drew her attention. Nina and Ashley were returning with another cow. Like her, this cow had a full udder, her enormous breasts sagging under the weight of gravity. Her body was colored white with red spots, two roughly circular blotches decorating her cheeks. MU2 didn’t recognize this cow, but she seemed familiar. Her abs flexed, and she spotted the tattoo of a Cobra peeking out from between her breasts. It was Natalia! She mooed at her, delighted to see another fully converted cow here to keep her company.
Nina looked at the administrator, who was happily milking MU2. The administrator raised an eyebrow. "Well, Lys'antha'top? Your cow isn’t going to milk herself."
Nina huffed, moving her expert hands to the cow’s first set of breasts, starting to tug at them. MU2 watched with anticipation, pleased to see small trickles of milk beginning to form on the other cow’s udder. She gritted her teeth, the pleasure increasing to an unbearable level. Watching another cow being milked was setting her on the edge of yet another orgasm. She mooed uncontrollably, bucking as her swollen nipples sparked another burst of pleasure.
She was wet down below, a desperate feeling of needing to be sexed exploding in her mind. The administrator paid her no notice, even when she mooed louder and ground her wet slit against her thigh.
"Once you near the end of the milking, your cow should have experienced several orgasms. You might think that this would tire them out, but it’s not true. No, instead the cow will desire to be penetrated so strongly that she can’t think of anything else."
MU2 squirmed, desperately desiring release. The administrator relaxed her hands when the milk stopped flowing, however. "In this case, less is more," explained the administrator.
She massaged small circles over the top of MU2’s udder, and she moaned, a soft, whirring sound that increased in intensity. The administrator’s expert hands were driving her absolutely crazy! She needed something inside her! She needed it bad!
Nina had finished with her cow’s first set of breasts, and was moving to the second. "I don’t see how making the cow frustrated helps you to reconfigure her mind," she said, working the cow’s breasts with her own efficient motions. "Doesn’t that remove any thought beyond pleasure from their brain?"
"Precisely," responded Hys'alan'throp. "It’s a required condition for the next step."
She took hold of MU2 and stood up, turning her around. "I know you need fulfillment, MU2, but you will have to wait." She held up a finger and moved it to the left, then to the right. "Can you follow my finger, cow?"
When she saw the cow’s eyes focusing on her finger, she smiled. "Look at what I have here," she declared, tugging at the fabric around her breasts, revealing the shriveled flesh.
MU2 wanted to look away, but she couldn’t help but to stare. She wasn’t particularly attracted to the old alien, but her commanding presence was dominating her mind. "This focus works when you have milk to share," stated the administrator. "I’m well past my prime, but it should work for you, Lys'antha'top, since you’ve Paired with a new cow."
She hid her breasts again, demonstration over. Snapping her fingers, she drew MU2’s attention up to her face. "I will instead have to rely on the strength of my will." Her black eyes drew MU2 in deeper, the depths dragging her under.
"Look at me, cow," said the keeper. "You desire pleasure, and you know that I can give it. I won’t give it, however, unless you listen to me. Listen to my voice and look at me. Look deeper."
MU2 did as she was told, her mouth open wide as she stared. She knew she was being hypnotized, but she didn’t care. She was a cow and did as she was told. She served The Farm.
"Excellent," the administrator remarked, sitting back down and pulling MU2 with her to sit on her knee.
"It doesn’t take very much to trance a filter cow," she said. "In fact, it’s almost insultingly easy."
She sighed. "But now for the hard part. I need to draw out this cow’s original personality, using only logic. Appeals to emotion will not work, for it is emotional strength that keeps this cow bound to her filter cow persona. I need to tap into the part of her brain that wasn’t made into a piece of soggy mush by the months she has spent in the stack."
"Cow," she said, turning to look deep into MU2’s eyes. "I have captured your mind. You need not worry, you are doing fine. You are obeying my commands and are serving The Farm by doing what I ask of you."
"Now, why are you here?"
MU2 searched her eyes, trying to discern the answer the keeper wanted to hear. In the end, her mind simply wasn’t nimble enough, and she gave a stock answer. "I am a cow. I am here to serve The Farm."
She lifted her breasts and let them drop, a trickle of milk escaping. "I drink milk. I process milk. I am milked. I am a milk cow." She smiled dumbly.
The administrator didn’t move, watching her like a snake. "That is incorrect. Why are you here?"
MU2 tried to look away, but couldn’t. She squirmed on the keeper’s knee. What else could she say?
"My former designation was Morgan," she replied, uncomfortable even using that name. "I was convicted of felony murder for killing a young mother in a traffic accident, and sentenced here for life."
"That’s also incorrect. Why are you here?"
The pressure building up in her brain suddenly vanished, and she knew the correct answer. "I serve at the pleasure of my keeper, Eve. I am her cow. I love her."
A gentle smile spread over the administrator’s face. "Good. How does staying in the stack serve your keeper?"
MU2 paused, her brain now processing at least a small amount. "She doesn’t deserve me. I couldn’t help her when she was hurt. I only hurt those who are close to me. She’s better off if I stay away."
The administrator hummed, directing a comment at Nina. "See? That’s her emotions talking, not her rational mind."
She pursed her lips and put her hands around MU2’s head, pulling her in close. "What if I told you that by staying in the stack, you’re hurting her even more? She’s been looking for you the last few months, roaming the stacks every day. You’re actively causing her pain by hiding from her. Wouldn’t it be better if you stopped avoiding her? If you talked to her?"
MU2 closed down. "I’m… hurting her? I always hurt everyone." Tears sparkled in her eyes. "I’m a bad cow. I’m always do the wrong thing."
Hys'alan'throp bounced her on her knee, making a low shushing noise. "You can’t make the right decisions if you’re using bad data," she said. "Why don’t you let me do some of that thinking for you?"
MU2 blinked, dopey eyed. That sounded like a great idea. Her thoughts weren’t running too quickly at the moment. She should let the keeper help her out.
"Okay," she replied, resting her head on the keeper’s shoulder, placing a thumb in her mouth and sucking on it like a child.
"Now," said Hys'alan'throp, hugging MU2. "Let’s start over from the beginning. Those bad thoughts are wrong and outdated. Eve cares for you. Eve loves you. Staying away from Eve only hurts her. You are her cow. You are Paired with her. Forget anything else you learned. You are Hers."
"I am Hers," repeated MU2 softly, sucking on her finger.
Her thoughts were being reordered, clicking into place. A pain in her breast faded as she accepted the new Truth. It felt right.
But now a new longing had taken hold of her. She sat up and looked at the administrator with doe eyes. "When can I see Eve?" she asked, her mind still working like a child’s.
"What is going on here?" came a sharp voice, drawing everyone’s attention to the end of the stacks.
A slender, but fit alien was standing next to a set of cows being pumped, her black hair tendrils flowing over her shoulders. To MU2’s eyes, she looked amazing.
"Eve!" she shouted in a loud voice, jumping from the administrator’s lap and rushing up to her keeper.
She wrapped the alien in her arms, pressing her voluminous breasts into the alien as she hugged her tight. "I’ve missed you so much!" she cried, pressing her face into Eve’s bodysuit.
Eve wrapped her up in an embrace, glaring at the others. "What in space is going on here? I’ve been looking for my cow for months! Have you been hiding her from me?"
Her keeper blinked rapidly, suppressing tears that threatened to ruin her forceful demeanor. MU2 hugged her even more strongly.
The administrator rose to her feet, giving her a grin and a curtsey. "Not at all. This one was being decanted for routine maintenance and the keeper on duty alerted me to her presence. We pulled the records for this row and found the other one as well."
She gestured at Natalia, who blinked at them dumbly, her breasts newly emptied by Nina, who was balancing the cow on her knee. Eve looked over her grandmother distrustfully, and waved them off, focusing solely on the administrator.
"I can’t believe that the record keeping is so poor that we can’t even keep track of which cows have been put into the stack!"
Hys'alan'throp sighed. "You are, of course, correct. It just hasn’t been a problem before. In the past, all we needed to track was their number and production characteristics, not their origination." She pressed her hands together and bowed. "I will ensure the procedures are changed in the future and we will begin collecting the necessary data going forward."
Eve narrowed her eyes, rubbing her hands protectively up and down MU2’s back. "See that you do. We don’t need to go on another wild hunt in the future."
"Yes, mistress," replied the administrator, giving her a small bow. To MU2, it seemed sincere, but she cared little for the dull administration side of keeping The Farm running. "I missed you," she said softly, whispering into the neon green skin of Eve’s neck. "I missed you so much."
Eve kissed the top of her head. "I’ve missed you too, darling. I’ve looked for you every day since they released me from the hospital bed. Every day."
MU2 vibrated uncontrollably, suddenly feeling weak. She wanted to hug and kiss every inch of Eve’s body. But more than that, she needed to be filled. To be pounded mercilessly by a dominant keeper. The two needs fought with each other, filling her with trepidation. She shivered, worried about the intensity of her need. How could she explain this to her keeper?
"Excuse me," said the administrator. "I hate to interrupt, but your cow really needs to be fucked. By you. Pretty much right about now."
She presented a rolled up package to Eve, who reluctantly disentangled herself from MU2. MU2 refused to leave her entirely, snuggling into her shoulder. Eve took the gift presented to her and unrolled it. It was a belted harness with an integrated dildo. MU2’s eyes flashed with desire. Her teeth chattered. "I need it," she belted out, almost wailing.
"It’s an unfortunate side effect of the trance," apologized Hys'alan'throp. "To draw out her logical side, I had to edge her sufficiently to suppress her inhibitions."
Eve grunted. "Next time, let me take care of my own cow."
"As you wish," replied the administrator, grinning. "But she needs you now. Right away. You don’t have time to wait."
Eve sighed. "Needs must," she said, unzipping the crotch on her bodysuit and stepping into the harness.
MU2 bit her lip and watched her mistress as she pulled the belt up her waist, the thick, black dildo wobbling in the air as she dragged it into place. She pressed the internal knob against her snatch, sighing as the protuberance worked its way inside. She drew the belt tight, cinching the knobby end deep inside her with a practiced gesture.
She looked unhappy. "I can’t do this with my grandmother watching," she complained. "I’m not shy, but this is too much, even for me."
"Ignore me, please," murmured Nina, who was concentrating on MU5 with Ashley watching her carefully for signs of fatigue. "I have plenty to attend to."
She waved her arm in the air. "Fuck your cow, it won’t bother me. I have a technique to practice."
She crooked a finger and wagged it at the administrator. "You don’t need to watch them, either, Hys'alan'throp. They’ll get along just fine without you."
The administrator gave them another once over and winked, sauntering over to assist Nina with her filter cow.
Eve huffed, but MU2 wrapped her arms around her keeper’s neck. "Don’t worry about them," she said, imbuing her words with intensity. "I need you to fuck me. I need to be fucked so hard. By you. Right now."
"As you wish," replied Eve gruffly, pressing her breasts against her cow’s.
MU2 was already naked, so it took only a matter of moments for Eve to position the girth of the black cock with her hand, slipping it into MU2’s wet snatch. She pressed forward, locking her frame against her cow’s, pushing MU2 backwards with the dildo squeezing inside her.
MU2 gasped in surprise, an excited tingle playing over the back of her neck as she stumbled, the thick length of the dildo churning inside her as they moved to her rear.
"You’re Mine," declared Eve, pressing her back against the spread open legs of another cow who was being milked in the stack.
They could both hear the sound of the milk pumps running as Eve leaned into her, forcing MU2 to slide downwards on the length of the dildo impaling her vagina. She wailed, leaning her head back to press against the snatch of the filter cow, the sound of her pleasure eliciting excited moos from within the stack.
Eve bucked her hips, shoving MU2 up against the chair. Her back pressed into the metal, a frisson of excitement running up her hips. The rasp of the contoured dildo pressed against her insides, friction from the rubber knob bouncing around her interior. She gaped her mouth open, wanting more.
She pressed her arms into the notch between her breasts, criss crossing them as she grasped her breasts on either side. The warmth of her milk flesh spilled through her fingers, lubricated by the wet spray of her own milk.
Her thighs clamped down around the rod, muscles vibrating as her orgasm began. She bucked uncontrollably.
"You like that?" asked Eve, pressing her hips in with long strokes. "You like taking my hard cock, yes, it’s fucking you so deep. You’re my cow. Mine."
MU2 beamed up at her keeper. She was being railed and it felt so fucking good! "More, yes!" she declared, breathless, as the orgasm continuously rocketed through her body, pleasure dancing down her fingertips.
Eve slowed, however, moving her hands down MU2’s body. "What’s this?" she asked, moving her hands over MU2’s rotund chest. "Yes, of course," she declared. "You were in the stack. It’s standard procedure to impregnate stack cows."
MU2 quailed, afraid that Eve would find her less desirable for being pregnant. Nothing was further from the truth. "I love it," her keeper declared, rubbing her gestating belly. "You’re going to be the mother for a new breed of cows. In fact, I think I’m going to keep you pregnant," she said, thoughtfully.
"We’ve haven’t had many Ultras on The Farm, and we surely could use more." She grinned wickedly. "The next time, I get to put a baby in you. Personally."
MU2 shook at the implications, her vagina clenching around the dildo in her pussy. She loved the idea of bringing new life into The Farm. Especially if it was Eve’s.
She licked her lips and smiled. "Yes, let’s," she said simply, caressing her belly.
"It’s so sweet seeing a Paired keeper and her cow together," said the administrator, grinning at the two of them, hard sweat pouring down their bodies. "Do make sure to make lots of babies for us, yes? You two make a lovely pair."
Eve groaned, but MU2 kissed away her reluctance, hoping to convince her keeper to give her another good fucking.
Natalia was breathing hard. They had been walking for what seemed like hours, and they still hadn't found the exit to the room. It went on for acres.
She felt like she had been dropped into a horror movie set. All around her were aisle after aisle of cows being milked. They moaned and groaned as the suction worked their breasts, their milk flowing out into plastic tubing.
Each row was built in the shape of a pyramid, providing bleacher seating down each side in the form of a triangle. A stairway was built into the end of each row for maintenance access along the top. From bottom to top, four women sat on each side, stacked on top of each other. Four up, and four down.
The women were not free to leave. They had been strapped into place, sitting in specially molded chairs that forced them to lean backwards and stare at the ceiling. They wore black rubber masks, hiding their individuality. Their faces had been replaced with glowing green numbers, interchangeable, labeled livestock.
The rest of their bodies hadn't been spared, either. They wore thick catsuits that covered every inch, shiny rubber reflecting the sterile light from the ceiling. The only openings were at the breast and crotch areas, where metallic tubes were attached. Each cow's set of quad breasts were exposed, swallowed inside breast cups that pumped them mercilessly.
Metal straps held them to their chairs, at their shoulders, thighs, and waist. They had some freedom of motion, but without sight, it was impossible for them to release the electronically locked restraints, even if they had known the codes. Some of them writhed back and forth, palming the breasts cups, but they could not be removed, even with determined tugging.
The cow at the top of the stack had its mouth stuffed full with a rubber gag, plastic tubing rising towards the ceiling. White milk dribbled down the tubing, feeding the cow as large, soft headphones whispered secrets into her ears.
From that cow's breast cups, the outlet tubing led to the next cow in the chain, farther down, who was drinking the milk from the first cow. The pattern repeated again, the milk flowing down to the third and fourth cow. The last cow's milk was pumped into the floor, her large breasts jiggling as the suction cups extracted her nectar.
Beyond the hum of the working machinery, she could hear the gurgling of the milk and faint moans of pleasure. They were pure milk slaves, forced to relax and have their bodies emptied and filled, to serve the aliens without rest. To Natalia it seemed like an arousing fate, but also frightening. To sit in absolute darkness while the machines worked your body. She gulped, doing her best to avert her eyes.
It wasn't working. The longer she spent in this strange room, the more she was getting aroused, and the less she could think. A few of the cows she could see in the stack were heavily pregnant, gravid bellies wobbling underneath the thick latex as their brains and breasts were drained by the machinery. There was an aura of fecundity she could almost taste.
The worst part was seeing the actual scale of how many cows were being milked. It lent the place an air of inevitability. If this many cows had been processed, what hope did she have of escaping? She needed a plan, dammit.
She was usually the one with a solution. The best route of escape, the best route to shave parsecs from their travel times, the best way to make money. None of that cleverness from the outside world applied in here. She was truly in a different universe, trying to fight her way out of a featureless box.
"Have either of you spotted an exit?" she asked, looking at Morgan and Kylie, both of whom had been unusually quiet.
The silence had been getting to her, and she felt some of the tension relax at the sound of her own voice. "No," replied Morgan. "But we've been spending a lot of time in the central area. Perhaps we should split up and check down some of these rows."
Natalia twisted her lips. Morgan was still an unknown quantity. The woman seemed to enjoy being a cow, and was behaving rather passively. Since her keeper had been injured, she was even more subdued than usual.
Her suggestion seemed sound, but she could be aiming to isolate them from each other. She pressed her forefinger into her thumb. That was the paranoia speaking. Morgan hadn't done anything obvious to betray them. There was no reason to assume she was going to. If her keeper showed up, however, all bets were off. She wasn't willing to test the woman's loyalty that far.
"Okay," she said finally. "I'll head left, you two head right."
Morgan raised an eyebrow at her, but said nothing. Kylie cursed. "Why do I have to go with her?" she complained, her hands curling into fists.
"Because I don't entirely trust her, and you shouldn't either," she replied.
She turned to face Morgan. "If your keeper showed up right now, what would you do?"
Morgan clenched her lips. "I would immediately surrender my body to her."
"Precisely. Therefore, we logically can't leave you by yourself. Any further questions?"
Kylie snarled, but said nothing. Taking that as an affirmative, she turned and headed down the nearest row of cows.
She immediately realized that splitting up had been a mistake. Without the familiar faces to ground her, all that was left was a seemingly endless row of moaning cows moving restlessly as they were milked.
She stared at one of the cows who was at the bottom of one of the milk ladders. Her breasts were particularly large, her teats spurting white milk as she ran her hands up and down her swollen belly. Creaking sounds emanated from her body suit as it rubbed over her skin. MX34 glared at her from the electroluminescent display on the woman's mask.
She had been reduced to a number. A number they could assign production statistics to. Someone was probably poring over those numbers right now, making decisions about the cow's fate. What happened if the cow wasn't producing fast enough to keep up? Were cows ever put out to pasture?
Turning, she hurried on, but the image of the cow lingered in her mind. The noise of the stacks was really getting to her. She resorted to plugging her ears as she hurried on, terrified that she might convince herself to stop and examine one of the cows and somehow take her place.
She felt like it was taking forever to reach the end of the row, an endless expanse of milking chairs, plastic tubing, and groaning cows. She hesitated, turning to approach a set of the cows locked into the stack.
The cow at the bottom had a large belly, pregnant. Not all of them were with child, but many of them were. None of the women higher up in the stack had gravid bellies, making her wonder whether there was a reason for putting them down lower.
Regardless, the pure ecstasy of the cows was not in question. The catsuits they wore were tight, heavy rubber a few millimeters thick, making it difficult for them to move at all. With the added restraints, it was nigh impossible. The sucking noise from the milk machines was juxtaposed with moans, their chests heaving.
Natalia lifted her hand to feel the plastic tube that was jammed into the cow's mouth. The milk was warm, flowing gently. Tracing the tubing backwards, she realized it attached to a large bottle fixed to the milking chair. From there, another tube led to a coupling which was attached to the cow the next stack up.
The majority of the system must be gravity fed, but the cows could enjoy a sweet drink at any time. And that seemed to happen quite often. The cow would take a pull at the hose, drink, and make a low noise of pleasure before starting again.
She pressed a hand to the cow's mask, running it down her neck. The rubber was tight and slick, locking her into an enforced posture. The cow didn't even notice her stroking, so completely lost in her world of drinking and sucking.
A low noise whirred at the cow's crotch, and her hips moved with delight. The belt she wore covered her crotch completely, ribbed metal lines attaching into a rounded dome. It was impossible to see what was being done underneath, but it seemed pretty obvious the cow was being fucked while she was milked.
It looked like a pretty simple closed loop system. The cows could be moved around into any position desired, fucked and milked as required with the turn of a few couplers. Were the cows kept in their enforced slavery forever? It was impossible for her to tell, but it seemed likely that the device attached to the cow's nethers doubled as a waste evacuation unit.
She sighed, wishing that she could join the unlimited milking. No need to plan for the future when it had all been planned out for you. Being a cow was simple. Being free was difficult.
She left the cow to her fate with some reluctance. There was no way for her to release her, and there were hundreds of other cows in the same room with her. No, she needed to find an exit, and quickly. Kylie still needed her, especially since she had been acting out more than usual.
The row of cows extended into the distance, but each section was separated by a vertical pillar with a built-in hatch. Curious, she wandered over to one of them, peering inside.
The interior was far more complex than that needed for a ceiling support. The walls were studded with machinery and mysterious devices, the top shrouded in a black cloud. She was momentarily tempted to step inside to examine the devices closer, but a small hint of sound stole her attention.
Far off at the end of the row, she could see small figures marching towards her. The light winking off their outfits came in a regular pulse as they marched along. Gritting her teeth, she moved inside the hatchway, peering out to gauge their progress. If she was caught now, she stood absolutely no chance of escaping. Her heart thudded in her chest and she held her breath.
She jumped back as the hatch slammed shut from the top of the rounded chamber. Adrenaline spiking, she reflexively hammed at the porthole in the hatch until she realized it was useless. Her stupidity had gotten her stuck inside this dark tube.
What was worse was that she could feel her feet sinking into the floor. No, there wasn't goop down there - it was just an elevator. Within moments, the porthole was several body lengths up the wall, impossible for her to get to. She was well and truly trapped in this hole.
The hole didn't stay dark for long. Floodlights built into the ceiling clunked on, blinding her with a circular array of light. She gulped, knowing that she was really in the shit now. There was no practical difference between being captured by the aliens and being captured by this… thing. The outcome was the same. She should have run the other way.
Too late now, a hissing mist was infiltrating the chamber. A red light turned on, highlighting the top of her head.
"Cow detected. Begin startup routine," stated an electronically generated voice.
The hissing noise intensified, shadows interrupting the intense lights as a hidden metal mechanism whirled around her in the air at high speed.
Natalia rushed to the side of the circular pit, trying to hide against the wall. What she could see of the mechanisms terrified her, and she wanted none of it.
When her hands touched the wall, she stumbled back, alarmed. It felt wet, and sticky. She continued to back up, a sudden fear seizing her. The wall was coming towards her!
Whirling around, she saw a six foot tall fence of shiny, liquid black was closing in on her from all sides. She was forced back into the center of the room, underneath the whirring metal devices.
"Help!" she shouted. "Help... rmph!"
The black liquid blanked out her vision, splashing over her body like a wave. Her mouth hung open, panting from fear. The liquid had covered her mouth as well, but it only lightly coated the interior. She could still breathe at least.
But she couldn't move. She was caught like a rat in flypaper, frozen in position. Her mind raced, but she was out of plans. It was impossible for her to escape. She must endure.
"Cow captured. Now scanning," came the monotone voice.
A faint warmth played up and done her body, a blue light glimmering through the blackness of the liquid which had coated her eyes. She tried to move her arms, but they were stuck. The coating had hardened into a plastic shell, a tight, impenetrable barrier.
She could feel hard, metallic bars dropping into place beneath her breasts and under her hips, preventing any further movement.
"Warning: breast volume low. Initialize cow to starting stack. Auto injections primed. Program loaded. Waiting for alignment."
As she waited, the coating over her eyes began to clear, light seeping in. She blinked, trying to resolve the unknown images into something familiar. What she saw didn't give her any cause for comfort.
A rack made of blue anodised steel lowered from above, four rounded breast cups lowering into place around the bar which fit snugly against her chest. She moaned, worried about what the machinery was going to do to her body. It was going to inflate her breasts, turning her into a bimbo cow!
The top two cups attached with a pop, light suction holding them in place. The bottom two pressed against her chest over her second pair of lightly budding breasts. She hissed as four sharp pinches came in succession from her breast area, pain blossoming.
Her breasts had been sensitive before, but this was another level. Her chest felt cold, a rush of liquid draining into her flesh.
She tried to scream, but could only accomplish a sad holler. It was all useless. The aliens doing this to her didn’t care. She was going to be their cow.
"Growth injections complete. Promote cow to third stage before stacking."
Sparkling lights filled her vision, some sort of hypnotic display. She could only groan as more needles slid into her neck.
***
Morgan was out of breath. Kylie hadn't stopped moving since Natalia had left them. She was a woman possessed, marching like a soldier. It was all Morgan could do to keep up.
She had been pretty fit in her past life, but she wasn't an athlete. Being transformed into a cow surely hadn't helped. Her extra assets wobbled dangerously as they moved, making her back ache abominably. She was built for milking, not for running. She made a noise of frustration under her breath and instantly realized her mistake.
"What, is this too much for you?" asked Kylie, her eyes blazing with a strange, inner light. "The poor little cow wants to stop and submit, does she? You want to be fucked and milked?"
Morgan breathed hard. "No, of course not," she choked out, lying. "This body just isn't built for this kind of exertion."
"Too bad," replied Kylie. She loomed over Morgan, staring her down. "If you start to lag behind, you get left behind."
That didn't seem like such a bad idea at the moment, but she felt as though she had a strange sort of commitment to see this through. She girded herself and pushed on. At the very least, she wished to avoid another tongue lashing from Kylie.
There was definitely something wrong with the woman. Other than her reddened eyes, her hands were clenched into fists, a constant stream of slobber escaping her lips. She needed treatment, and Morgan somehow felt that it was her job to keep an eye on her to prevent her from injuring anyone else.
Fortunately, they had reached the end of a row, cows jerking with ecstasy in their restraints as they were milked. She wished she could share in their pleasure, but she was stuck with an insane pirate. What joy.
"Here's an airlock," stated Kylie, moving forward briskly.
Morgan hesitated. "Aren't we going back to get Natalia?"
Kylie scowled. "Forget her. I'm not going back to find out if she's come up with another crazy plan. I'm getting out of here."
She moved into the airlock and raised an eyebrow. "Are you coming or not?"
Morgan grumbled, but stepped inside. It felt wrong to leave Natalia behind, but this was The Farm. If she was caught, they would take care of her.
She waited for the airlock to cycle, suffering in awkward silence. Kylie said nothing, laser focused on the exit.
Mercifully, the door finished its rotation quickly, opening out into a wide bay. Kylie moved with excitement, taking in row after row of neatly parked shuttles. With swept back wings and anti grav generators, these were top of the line craft for atmospheric work.
"This is it!" Kylie declared, almost dancing. "I'm actually going to get out of here!"
Morgan noted that she hadn't included her in the declaration, but she didn't really care. She followed reluctantly, toying with the idea of sidling back into the airlock. Spending more time with the unhinged pirate in a small shuttle didn't seem like a good time to her.
Kylie ran up the ramp of one of the shuttles, peering at the entry pad. "This looks pretty standard," she declared. "I should be able to hot wire this without any trouble. Give me a minute."
Morgan paced, staring at nothing. She had a hard decision to make, and she wasn't sure what to do. She didn't want to leave The Farm, especially not with Kylie. She suspected that if she got on that shuttle she would immediately become the pirate's hostage.
Her failure to make a decision so far had led her here, where she didn't want to be. Making no decision had been a decision in and of itself. The wrong decision.
She knew that the next decision she made was likely to be her last decision. Whatever happened, she wasn't going to get on that shuttle with Kylie. She girded her loins and watched Kylie carefully, gritting her teeth. "Kylie," she stated firmly. "We need to talk. I don’t want to leave with you."
***
She breathed in and out, deeply, seeing nothing. A hood had been pulled over her head, blinding her. Cool, sweet air pumped in and out of her lungs, forced respiration.
With the air came some form of drugs, making her feel light headed and airy. Thoughts drifted through her mind, but didn't stop for her to examine them. She hadn't been able to hold onto any thoughts for quite some time.
Who was she? What was her purpose? The loose threads stewed in her vacant consciousness, a vague hissing tugging at her ears. In due course, a firm answer came back to her, but not as one of her own thoughts. No, this felt like it had been spoon fed to her.
She was a cow. She existed at the pleasure of the Farm. The answer was soothing. She didn't speculate about what being a cow might mean, she just was. It was her Truth. She was a Cow.
The interior of the mask was dark, damp from her exhalation. It gripped her skull tightly, providing a feeling of comfort. She was right where she needed to be.
Her body was in motion, being rolled along. She sat back, relaxing. Her body was strapped down, but she wasn’t struggling. To struggle, she needed to worry. To worry, she needed to think. And there was no thinking involved. Just the autonomous motion of her chest as she breathed in the soporific gas.
Her chest felt heavy. Something had been strapped to her breasts, tickling and sucking as it pulled at her flesh, kissing four different spots. The pressure might have been discomforting, but in her current state it simply aroused her more. She was a cow. A cow must be milked. She was being milked.
This didn't prevent her body from wriggling involuntarily, but that was only right. Her body was being stimulated, and should show how aroused it was. How aroused she was.
In her altered consciousness, she could only feel and be told what she was. The Truth seeped into her mind, plugging all the crevices where intelligent thought used to live. She began to fervently believe that she was nothing more than a willing cow.
The chair halted, and turned. Her lungs continued to pump, sweat beading around her lips. Something external tugged at her mask and she was forced to turn her head slightly upwards. A plastic tube was shoved into the mask, parting her lips.
Her teeth clenched around the soft tubing, her lips wrapping around two round openings. A warm liquid gushed into her mouth, filling her cheeks with a sweetness. She swallowed reflexively, delighting in the smooth taste as it slid down her throat.
The flow paused for a moment, allowing her to regain her bearings, before beginning again. It was pumping. Pumping the liquid into her at the same rate the suction was pumping her milk out of her. She was being fed milk so that her body could process it. Her body would grow and become an efficient machine, filtering the milk. She was such a good cow.
The lessons sank deeper as her body flexed, delighting in her pure transformation. She was being treated as she deserved. She was a filter cow. She was part of the stack.
Her nipples exploded with delight, twitching at the never ending pressure. She had no time to enjoy the afterglow, as the machinery was ramping up further. A rounded, metallic protrusion prodded at her vulva.
She laid still, on tenterhooks. The headphones hissed in her ears, praising her for readying her body for the intruder. The metallic tube pressed inside, liquid spurting from its tip to lubricate its passage. It seated deep inside, nestling up near her cervix.
The nozzle stopped moving, embedded in her vagina. This was the next step in her journey. It was plugging her up, vibrating to increase her body's arousal. It twisted, writhing like a snake to increase its stimulation, turning her body into a live wire of pleasure.
This was necessary to complete her transformation into a filter cow. The stack would ensure she was impregnated to increase her production and processing capacity. The stack was efficient. She was efficient.
The system hissed in her ears, making her want it. She needed it. She was going to be a pregnant cow. Good Cow.
She orgasmed, her vagina vibrating around the intruder as it came inside her.
***
Kylie turned and frowned at Morgan, flexing her hands into fists. "What does that make you, then? A dumb cow? You know they're using you here. They're going to milk, milk, milk you until nothing is left of your mind. When you're begging for more, they'll give it to you gladly, until you're a mindless beast, serving at their pleasure!"
She slammed a fist against the side of the shuttle. "Fuck it, I don't have time for you." She continued fiddling with the console.
Morgan looked at her uncertainly, backing away. It was true she was a little worried about what Eve had planned for her, but surely Eve would take care of her. She didn't want her as a mindless slave. There was a burgeoning connection between them, something indefinable that she couldn't yet explain. Was it love? Hard to say. But she wasn't going to find out if she followed Kylie like a lost lamb.
"How absolutely primitive," came a prim voice, interrupting her thoughts.
She gasped, turning as she realized they were not alone. A keeper stood nearby, caressing the necks of two cows. The one on the left was petite, and was beginning to show a red coloration as her second set of breasts was coming in, her frame slowly filling out to accommodate her udder.
The other had black and white spots, her udder fully formed. This one had been a cow for quite some time already, possessing an air of grace that came with being fully transformed.
Her eyes flicked back to the keeper and they widened involuntarily. The alien was wearing a black corset, her neon green breasts bursting out of the top, pink areolae dribbling with new milk. Her lips twitched, and she felt fear.
Morgan stared at them with trepidation. She knew these three! She didn't know too much about the keeper, except that she was Eve's rival. Her name was Heather, yes, that was right.
The black and white cow belonged to her, but was otherwise unremarkable. The roan cow was far more familiar, however. The cow blinked lazily, relaxing freely in Heather's grip, unconsciously licking her lips. She shifted her stance, raising her hands to run them over her lower set of breasts. She smiled, staring at nothing.
"Are you ready to give up?" asked the keeper. "Really, even if you take off, there's nowhere for you to go. The Farm has been locked down and all the cows have been accounted for. You two are the only loose ones, and you've already been corralled."
Kylie cursed, giving the keeper a brief glance as she feverishly worked the console. "I don't believe you," she declared. "Natty's pirates have always been a tight knit group. We work for each other. Always have. Nobody else will help us out. We're all alone in the blackness of space."
"That's manifestly untrue," replied the keeper in a droll tone. "If you tell yourself a lie long enough, you may even start to believe it. In truth, you were always looking to be owned. Take a look at Iris, here," she grinned evilly, squeezing the roan cow's neck. "All she needed was a modicum of discipline and she cracked open like a rotten fruit.
The cow mooed at her, leaning into her grip. She closed her eyes, pressing her head into her mistress' side. "I love it when you fuck me, mistress," declared the former pirate. "Are we going to do it again soon?"
"Yes, my cow, quite soon," replied the keeper, squeezing her neck again. The cow melted under her attention.
Kylie turned from the console, eyes wild. "You'll pay for what you've done," she cursed, slapping her hand against the reader. "Whatever you've done to her, I won't rest until I get my revenge. That's what a pirate does best!"
Morgan watched in alarm as the hatch slid open. Kylie threw them an insulting gesture and darted inside, locking the hatch behind her. Heather waved Morgan back to a safe distance.
The thrusters in the shuttle started with an inconceivable roar, filling the shuttle bay with a horrendous vibration. The cacophony was mercifully short, however, as the ship quickly swapped to its main drive, lifting the aerodynamic craft out of the open hanger door and off to freedom.
Morgan coughed as the cloud of exhaust dispersed, peering at the trail the shuttle had made over the green overgrowth in the distance. She had escaped. She was free.
Morgan felt excitement, but not for Kylie. A great weight had been lifted off her chest. Kylie wasn't her problem any more. The Farm would deal with her.
A pit settled into her stomach. It was finally time to face reality. She turned to Heather, who had recovered her poise, caressing the necks of her slave cows to calm them down.
"Is Eve alright?" she asked, feeling small. "I didn't want to leave her, but Kylie wouldn't let me. I think Kylie hurt her in some way and I'm worried about her."
Her babbling drifted off into the quiet coolness of the empty hanger. She bit her lip, looking down. "I never wanted to escape," she said plaintively. "I didn't have a choice."
"Didn't you?" asked the keeper. "Were any of them holding you at gunpoint? You could have stayed there with your keeper, but instead you ran off with the others. In my book, that makes you just as bad as them."
Morgan quailed, a black emotion settling over her. She was a bad cow. She had not helped her keeper.
A shadow fell over her, a strong hand clamping onto her shoulder. "You don't deserve her," declared Heather. "You're just like all the rest, believing that you know better than your keeper."
She moved her hand around Morgan's neck and squeezed hard. Morgan sagged into her embrace, an automatic feeling of submission swelling up inside her.
"You still feel entitled to her. You're wrong. You don't deserve her," she hissed. "You don't deserve any of us."
She turned, pulling Morgan with her. Morgan stumbled, trying to keep up with the keeper. Disobeying her now didn't make sense. She was a cow. A cow without her keeper. She didn't know what to do.
"I belong to her, though." Morgan muttered, confused. "I belong to Eve."
"You belong to us," corrected Heather. "You belong to The Farm. Disobedient cows don't get assigned to a keeper. They get assigned to the stack. You will serve us. You will serve all of us."
"Serve," muttered Morgan, her thoughts jumbled. Yes, she was made to serve. She was nothing more than a cow. How could she have thought otherwise?
The airlock door rotated, opening into the filter room. Rows upon rows of cows were being milked, sighing and gasping with pleasure. "Look at them," declared the keeper. "None of them have a violent thought in their head while they are being milked. They don't think of escape. They don't think of being disobedient. They simply don't think at all."
Morgan had ceased her muttering, looking forward blankly. She deserved this. Whatever the keeper was planning. Because she couldn't get around the fact that she had betrayed her keeper. How could she possibly deserve a keeper as perfect as Eve? She saw it now. The only way she could atone was to serve The Farm as a mindless cow.
Heather marched her past a block of cows, their suction cups popping and sucking, thoughts being extracted along with the streams of milk they provided to the aliens. Sustenance to keep them alive and well. Filtering out their poisons so that they could feed the next generation.
Stepping up to a circular chamber, Heather threw her inside the hatch. Morgan sat in a crumpled heap on the floor, staring at nothing. She didn't want to think about anything anymore.
The keeper's cows had followed close behind her, staring at Morgan with disapproval. Even the other cows hated her.
Heather gave her a knowing gaze. "That's a good cow. Obey the machine, and let it guide you. Lose yourself in the stacks. Become one among many. Because you're not worth anything more than an empty number."
She shifted her hands to her hips. "How long will you last in the stack, I wonder? The constant stimulation and reinforcement has been known to break minds before. Pumping and sucking. That's all you'll need to know, you silly cow!"
She rested a palm against a reader and the door rotated shut, locking her inside, alone with her thoughts. Heather might have thought she was punishing her with her harsh words, but she couldn't possibly hurt her as much as her own thoughts would.
They drifted around in circles, always coming back to the same conclusion: she was a bad cow. Nothing she did was ever the right thing. Her only worth was as a cow to these aliens. She wanted to disappear.
It was a blessing when the walls closed in, trapping her body in a blanket of black rubber.
***
Time had no meaning to her inside the blackness. She was a number, not a person. A cow, good only for drinking and milking. She played with the tube in her mouth, drinking another spurt of the liquid that oozed past her teeth.
She saw nothing, her present and future reduced to the interior of a black mask, filled with gas that anesthetized her brain. Crackling voices filled her ears, telling her what she was. She obeyed.
Her body was a container for milk, a filter for toxins. Milk that slipped past her lips was processed by her body and swelled her breasts, thickening into the valuable liquid extracted by the pumps.
Her breasts had grown further, oversized for her frame. She checked their volume every so often, pleased to discover that all four had developed together into a proper udder. Fondling them was one of her favorite pastimes, one of the few pleasures she could give herself while contributing to the milking process.
Her belly felt tight, as if she was carrying an egg. Over time, her chest had swelled in the restraints, and they had been forced to relax them. Every so often, she felt around her belly, marveling at how tight it felt. How right it felt.
She didn't know how long she had been there. All she had to keep time was the staccato rhythm of her respiration and the steady stream of liquid she drank from the feeding hose.
It didn't matter. She was a cow. She was a filter cow. She was only a cow. That was all she was, and it was glorious.
It had been a long time since her last service, however, and she was growing ancy. Fortunately, the dildo embedded in her vagina chose that moment to activate again, causing her hips to rock upwards. No matter how often this happened, she enjoyed it every time.
She moved along with the beat to the best of her ability, squeezing extra stimulation out of the automated sex device. It had become a habit by now, bumping along with the machine as it fucked her slowly.
She paused for a moment, letting the pleasure wash through her, then began to rock again. She had lost track of the miniature orgasms, her libido keeping her on the edge indefinitely.
She was insatiable. The Farm had made her that way, and she loved them for it. She loved everything about the milking, the drinking, and the fucking. Bad memories were a thing of the past, vanishing into a vague mist from whence the rest of her thoughts had been banished.
She was a cow. That was all she wanted to be.
Her vagina squirted again, the device spurting its liquid inside of her. The device had most likely impregnated her. She loved the idea of being a pregnant cow, her chest swelling as the milking continued. Her production increasing even further, well beyond the bounds of her imagination. She could imagine nothing more fulfilling or arousing.
She mumbled with disappointment as the dildo jerked inside her a final time before withdrawing. The cups attached to her chest hissed and stopped their continuous action.
She breathed hard, realizing after a few moments that the supply of milk flowing had also stopped. She was still strapped in, but the devices had ceased. She mooed inside her mask desperately, hoping they would start up again, but there was no response.
A belt was loosened from around her chest, a restraint she had not even been aware of for some time. She breathed deep, awaiting the pleasure of her attendant. The whisper in her ears had gone silent, leaving her to her own devices. This must simply be the next stage of being a cow. She waited, listlessly, for someone to tell her what to do.
More restraints were undone, freeing her legs and arms. She didn't bother moving, as she hadn't been told to do so. She was a good cow, and wouldn't dream of disobeying.
There came a tugging pressure at her helmet, her head dragged back and forth as efforts to remove it redoubled. The sweat accumulated around the neck seal escaped the rubber lip, dripping down her neck and onto her chest, leaking through the valleys of her breasts.
With a final jerk, the helmet popped off, leaving her blinking uncomfortably under a bright light. "Moo?" she inquired, not feeling comfortable with human words.
She held a hand up, blocking the worst of the light as her vision began to clear. Nina was bundling together her mask and soiled clothing, handing them to another cow nearby. Was that… Ashley? No it couldn't possibly be her. The cow was well muscled, yes, but her skin had softened into bright lines over her chest, which had swelled to improbable proportions.
Her eyes walked slowly over her form, brown with white spots. This was a proper cow, quad breasts filled out into a fully fledged udder. She was working calmy with Nina, helping her to put the equipment back into order.
Nina was scowling a little, but whenever she took a peek at Ashley her face softened into a stupid grin. If she hadn't known better, she would have thought the two of them were an item. That didn't match what she had known about the former pirate at all. How long had she been out?
An alien clapped, drawing her attention. She blinked dumbly at the new arrival, giving her a soft moo in response. Unlike the other keepers, this one was wearing a red, layered dress, an intricate brocade woven with rows upon rows of miniature flowers. Her face was wrinkled, but she looked serene, in an ageless way. She couldn't look away.
"Here I am to clean up a mess," the alien said in a sing song voice. "I shan't complain, it's in my job description, after all. The messes usually do fall to me. But when they do, I always extract a price. My time may not be valuable to you, but it certainly is valuable to me."
Nina studiously ignored her, helping Ashley to clean the equipment away. MU2 mooed again, confused. What was going on? Her muddled mind was having a difficult time understanding anything. She creased her brow, hoping that she hadn't done something wrong.
The new alien reached out and placed a hand casually around her neck, giving her a little squeeze as if her authority was assured. MU2 instantly fell into the embrace, shuddering with pleasure.
"Imagine how Eve would feel if we dumped this mess in her lap," the alien chuckled, raising a brow. "Maybe I should. Would that be sufficient punishment for you?"
Nina tightened her lips and folded her hands, but said nothing, looking at the tiled floor.
"You came asking for my help only after Eve asked where her cow had gone to, didn't you? And you conveniently didn't tell her who had sent Heather ahead to apprehend said wayward cow?"
Nina laid her palms on her thighs. "I agreed to be your apprentice, didn't I? Isn't that enough for you? Do you need to extract yet another favor from me? What do you want?"
The other alien chuckled, pressing her finger against Nina's nose. Her hair twirled in the air in agitation. "So serious! It's almost a travesty how easy it is to put your nose out of joint, as the humans are fond of saying."
She turned back to MU2, who was watching the interplay with little understanding. Something had happened, but it was beyond her knowing. If she was patient, her better would tell her what to do. She idly played with her breasts, pleased to see a small spatter of milk leaking from her nipples. She was almost ready for another milking, the remainder of what she had been drinking working its way through her efficient body.
The older alien sighed, and sat down on the chair they had extracted MU2 from, sitting the brain blasted cow on her knee. "Over time, a cow develops a resistance to being in the stack," she explained. "Their cow persona integrates with their old personality, allowing the old personality through more often. However, that usually take a few years of regular service. If we don’t want Eve to be disappointed, we’ll have to speed up that process."
"It’s not easy to interleave the different layers of personality prematurely without messing up the mental framework." She peered at Nina and Ashley as she ran her hands over MU2’s sides. "There is a distinct chance it may not work at all. Especially if the cow doesn’t yet wish to face reality. Being a filter cow without any responsibilities is very addictive, and not for the faint of heart."
A dreamy expression floated over her face. "Even now, years and years after we developed the equipment, I still dream of entering the stack again. It’s something that stays with you."
Nina frowned. "You spent time in the stack? I thought that keepers were banned from trying even a single shift!"
"Of course they are! Who do you think added that restriction?" Hys'alan'throp chuckled. "If I hadn’t, all of my keepers would be spending time in the stack instead of tending to their cows! I couldn’t have that."
She moved her hands forward, cupping MU2’s breasts. She moaned with pleasure, breathing hard as the administrator expertly pressed her fingers around her nipples. Milk spurted out, splattering onto the floor. "The first step is to ensure the cow is drained," said the administrator. "As long as the cow has milk, it won’t think about anything else. We need to ensure the cow is thinking what I want it to think, not about its next milking session."
Her hands moved faster, clinically expressing as much milk as possible. MU2 moaned uncontrollably, the pressure in her breasts sparking a nova in her brain, her over sensitive nipples forcing her body into another orgasm. "There’s no need to be gentle," explained the administrator. "This is quite pleasurable for the cow, anyway. Instead of a slow dribble of pleasure, it’s an explosion. It happens all at once, causing the cow’s brain to reset, which is also useful for my purposes."
MU2 ground her hips against the administrator’s knee, a gentle moo escaping her lips as her breasts were pumped. The stream began to slow, the keeper’s rough ministrations efficiently draining her breasts. Fortunately, the administrator wasn’t yet done.
Her hands moved up, grabbing hold of MU2’s primary pair of breasts. These were even more sensitive than her second set, leaking immediately at the light pressure. The pleasure ramped up again as the administrator began her work.
The administrator watched Nina, anticipating her next question. "Yes, this is technically wasteful, but a proper setup would take far more time, and I’m well aware that we can’t keep Eve away from her cow for long now that she’s been found."
She paused her ministrations, MU2 moaning in protest. She pointed her hand farther down the stack. "Why don’t you go retrieve the other member of her herd while you’re waiting? It would be good practice for you to try out this process yourself."
Nina considered, and shrugged. "I suppose I do need to act the part of apprentice," she said reluctantly, flagging down MU4. "Come, cow, I need some help to detank another cow."
Ashley mooed, trotting closely behind her mistress. MU2 smiled, pleased to see that the pirate had found a keeper to serve. A minor sense of disturbance rippled through her consciousness, the desire to serve welling up within her. Where was her keeper? She mooed, disturbed.
"How are you doing, dear? Still have some more milk to go?" The administrator placed her hands back over MU2’s breasts, pushing the bad thoughts from her mind with another spurt of milk.
MU2 mooed with contentment and settled back into the administrator’s grip. It was not a problem. She had a keeper attending her right here. The streams of milk started up again, the beautiful trickles making a mess of her chest. She wanted to lick it badly. She leaned forward, trying to get closer to that beautiful milk.
"Hold on there, cow," said the administrator, pulling her back onto her knee, amused. "You’ve been fed plenty in the stack already. Don’t be greedy."
MU2 complained with a high pitched whine, but she settled down. The keeper was in control of her. She was only a cow.
A shuffling further down the stack of cows drew her attention. Nina and Ashley were returning with another cow. Like her, this cow had a full udder, her enormous breasts sagging under the weight of gravity. Her body was colored white with red spots, two roughly circular blotches decorating her cheeks. MU2 didn’t recognize this cow, but she seemed familiar. Her abs flexed, and she spotted the tattoo of a Cobra peeking out from between her breasts. It was Natalia! She mooed at her, delighted to see another fully converted cow here to keep her company.
Nina looked at the administrator, who was happily milking MU2. The administrator raised an eyebrow. "Well, Lys'antha'top? Your cow isn’t going to milk herself."
Nina huffed, moving her expert hands to the cow’s first set of breasts, starting to tug at them. MU2 watched with anticipation, pleased to see small trickles of milk beginning to form on the other cow’s udder. She gritted her teeth, the pleasure increasing to an unbearable level. Watching another cow being milked was setting her on the edge of yet another orgasm. She mooed uncontrollably, bucking as her swollen nipples sparked another burst of pleasure.
She was wet down below, a desperate feeling of needing to be sexed exploding in her mind. The administrator paid her no notice, even when she mooed louder and ground her wet slit against her thigh.
"Once you near the end of the milking, your cow should have experienced several orgasms. You might think that this would tire them out, but it’s not true. No, instead the cow will desire to be penetrated so strongly that she can’t think of anything else."
MU2 squirmed, desperately desiring release. The administrator relaxed her hands when the milk stopped flowing, however. "In this case, less is more," explained the administrator.
She massaged small circles over the top of MU2’s udder, and she moaned, a soft, whirring sound that increased in intensity. The administrator’s expert hands were driving her absolutely crazy! She needed something inside her! She needed it bad!
Nina had finished with her cow’s first set of breasts, and was moving to the second. "I don’t see how making the cow frustrated helps you to reconfigure her mind," she said, working the cow’s breasts with her own efficient motions. "Doesn’t that remove any thought beyond pleasure from their brain?"
"Precisely," responded Hys'alan'throp. "It’s a required condition for the next step."
She took hold of MU2 and stood up, turning her around. "I know you need fulfillment, MU2, but you will have to wait." She held up a finger and moved it to the left, then to the right. "Can you follow my finger, cow?"
When she saw the cow’s eyes focusing on her finger, she smiled. "Look at what I have here," she declared, tugging at the fabric around her breasts, revealing the shriveled flesh.
MU2 wanted to look away, but she couldn’t help but to stare. She wasn’t particularly attracted to the old alien, but her commanding presence was dominating her mind. "This focus works when you have milk to share," stated the administrator. "I’m well past my prime, but it should work for you, Lys'antha'top, since you’ve Paired with a new cow."
She hid her breasts again, demonstration over. Snapping her fingers, she drew MU2’s attention up to her face. "I will instead have to rely on the strength of my will." Her black eyes drew MU2 in deeper, the depths dragging her under.
"Look at me, cow," said the keeper. "You desire pleasure, and you know that I can give it. I won’t give it, however, unless you listen to me. Listen to my voice and look at me. Look deeper."
MU2 did as she was told, her mouth open wide as she stared. She knew she was being hypnotized, but she didn’t care. She was a cow and did as she was told. She served The Farm.
"Excellent," the administrator remarked, sitting back down and pulling MU2 with her to sit on her knee.
"It doesn’t take very much to trance a filter cow," she said. "In fact, it’s almost insultingly easy."
She sighed. "But now for the hard part. I need to draw out this cow’s original personality, using only logic. Appeals to emotion will not work, for it is emotional strength that keeps this cow bound to her filter cow persona. I need to tap into the part of her brain that wasn’t made into a piece of soggy mush by the months she has spent in the stack."
"Cow," she said, turning to look deep into MU2’s eyes. "I have captured your mind. You need not worry, you are doing fine. You are obeying my commands and are serving The Farm by doing what I ask of you."
"Now, why are you here?"
MU2 searched her eyes, trying to discern the answer the keeper wanted to hear. In the end, her mind simply wasn’t nimble enough, and she gave a stock answer. "I am a cow. I am here to serve The Farm."
She lifted her breasts and let them drop, a trickle of milk escaping. "I drink milk. I process milk. I am milked. I am a milk cow." She smiled dumbly.
The administrator didn’t move, watching her like a snake. "That is incorrect. Why are you here?"
MU2 tried to look away, but couldn’t. She squirmed on the keeper’s knee. What else could she say?
"My former designation was Morgan," she replied, uncomfortable even using that name. "I was convicted of felony murder for killing a young mother in a traffic accident, and sentenced here for life."
"That’s also incorrect. Why are you here?"
The pressure building up in her brain suddenly vanished, and she knew the correct answer. "I serve at the pleasure of my keeper, Eve. I am her cow. I love her."
A gentle smile spread over the administrator’s face. "Good. How does staying in the stack serve your keeper?"
MU2 paused, her brain now processing at least a small amount. "She doesn’t deserve me. I couldn’t help her when she was hurt. I only hurt those who are close to me. She’s better off if I stay away."
The administrator hummed, directing a comment at Nina. "See? That’s her emotions talking, not her rational mind."
She pursed her lips and put her hands around MU2’s head, pulling her in close. "What if I told you that by staying in the stack, you’re hurting her even more? She’s been looking for you the last few months, roaming the stacks every day. You’re actively causing her pain by hiding from her. Wouldn’t it be better if you stopped avoiding her? If you talked to her?"
MU2 closed down. "I’m… hurting her? I always hurt everyone." Tears sparkled in her eyes. "I’m a bad cow. I’m always do the wrong thing."
Hys'alan'throp bounced her on her knee, making a low shushing noise. "You can’t make the right decisions if you’re using bad data," she said. "Why don’t you let me do some of that thinking for you?"
MU2 blinked, dopey eyed. That sounded like a great idea. Her thoughts weren’t running too quickly at the moment. She should let the keeper help her out.
"Okay," she replied, resting her head on the keeper’s shoulder, placing a thumb in her mouth and sucking on it like a child.
"Now," said Hys'alan'throp, hugging MU2. "Let’s start over from the beginning. Those bad thoughts are wrong and outdated. Eve cares for you. Eve loves you. Staying away from Eve only hurts her. You are her cow. You are Paired with her. Forget anything else you learned. You are Hers."
"I am Hers," repeated MU2 softly, sucking on her finger.
Her thoughts were being reordered, clicking into place. A pain in her breast faded as she accepted the new Truth. It felt right.
But now a new longing had taken hold of her. She sat up and looked at the administrator with doe eyes. "When can I see Eve?" she asked, her mind still working like a child’s.
"What is going on here?" came a sharp voice, drawing everyone’s attention to the end of the stacks.
A slender, but fit alien was standing next to a set of cows being pumped, her black hair tendrils flowing over her shoulders. To MU2’s eyes, she looked amazing.
"Eve!" she shouted in a loud voice, jumping from the administrator’s lap and rushing up to her keeper.
She wrapped the alien in her arms, pressing her voluminous breasts into the alien as she hugged her tight. "I’ve missed you so much!" she cried, pressing her face into Eve’s bodysuit.
Eve wrapped her up in an embrace, glaring at the others. "What in space is going on here? I’ve been looking for my cow for months! Have you been hiding her from me?"
Her keeper blinked rapidly, suppressing tears that threatened to ruin her forceful demeanor. MU2 hugged her even more strongly.
The administrator rose to her feet, giving her a grin and a curtsey. "Not at all. This one was being decanted for routine maintenance and the keeper on duty alerted me to her presence. We pulled the records for this row and found the other one as well."
She gestured at Natalia, who blinked at them dumbly, her breasts newly emptied by Nina, who was balancing the cow on her knee. Eve looked over her grandmother distrustfully, and waved them off, focusing solely on the administrator.
"I can’t believe that the record keeping is so poor that we can’t even keep track of which cows have been put into the stack!"
Hys'alan'throp sighed. "You are, of course, correct. It just hasn’t been a problem before. In the past, all we needed to track was their number and production characteristics, not their origination." She pressed her hands together and bowed. "I will ensure the procedures are changed in the future and we will begin collecting the necessary data going forward."
Eve narrowed her eyes, rubbing her hands protectively up and down MU2’s back. "See that you do. We don’t need to go on another wild hunt in the future."
"Yes, mistress," replied the administrator, giving her a small bow. To MU2, it seemed sincere, but she cared little for the dull administration side of keeping The Farm running. "I missed you," she said softly, whispering into the neon green skin of Eve’s neck. "I missed you so much."
Eve kissed the top of her head. "I’ve missed you too, darling. I’ve looked for you every day since they released me from the hospital bed. Every day."
MU2 vibrated uncontrollably, suddenly feeling weak. She wanted to hug and kiss every inch of Eve’s body. But more than that, she needed to be filled. To be pounded mercilessly by a dominant keeper. The two needs fought with each other, filling her with trepidation. She shivered, worried about the intensity of her need. How could she explain this to her keeper?
"Excuse me," said the administrator. "I hate to interrupt, but your cow really needs to be fucked. By you. Pretty much right about now."
She presented a rolled up package to Eve, who reluctantly disentangled herself from MU2. MU2 refused to leave her entirely, snuggling into her shoulder. Eve took the gift presented to her and unrolled it. It was a belted harness with an integrated dildo. MU2’s eyes flashed with desire. Her teeth chattered. "I need it," she belted out, almost wailing.
"It’s an unfortunate side effect of the trance," apologized Hys'alan'throp. "To draw out her logical side, I had to edge her sufficiently to suppress her inhibitions."
Eve grunted. "Next time, let me take care of my own cow."
"As you wish," replied the administrator, grinning. "But she needs you now. Right away. You don’t have time to wait."
Eve sighed. "Needs must," she said, unzipping the crotch on her bodysuit and stepping into the harness.
MU2 bit her lip and watched her mistress as she pulled the belt up her waist, the thick, black dildo wobbling in the air as she dragged it into place. She pressed the internal knob against her snatch, sighing as the protuberance worked its way inside. She drew the belt tight, cinching the knobby end deep inside her with a practiced gesture.
She looked unhappy. "I can’t do this with my grandmother watching," she complained. "I’m not shy, but this is too much, even for me."
"Ignore me, please," murmured Nina, who was concentrating on MU5 with Ashley watching her carefully for signs of fatigue. "I have plenty to attend to."
She waved her arm in the air. "Fuck your cow, it won’t bother me. I have a technique to practice."
She crooked a finger and wagged it at the administrator. "You don’t need to watch them, either, Hys'alan'throp. They’ll get along just fine without you."
The administrator gave them another once over and winked, sauntering over to assist Nina with her filter cow.
Eve huffed, but MU2 wrapped her arms around her keeper’s neck. "Don’t worry about them," she said, imbuing her words with intensity. "I need you to fuck me. I need to be fucked so hard. By you. Right now."
"As you wish," replied Eve gruffly, pressing her breasts against her cow’s.
MU2 was already naked, so it took only a matter of moments for Eve to position the girth of the black cock with her hand, slipping it into MU2’s wet snatch. She pressed forward, locking her frame against her cow’s, pushing MU2 backwards with the dildo squeezing inside her.
MU2 gasped in surprise, an excited tingle playing over the back of her neck as she stumbled, the thick length of the dildo churning inside her as they moved to her rear.
"You’re Mine," declared Eve, pressing her back against the spread open legs of another cow who was being milked in the stack.
They could both hear the sound of the milk pumps running as Eve leaned into her, forcing MU2 to slide downwards on the length of the dildo impaling her vagina. She wailed, leaning her head back to press against the snatch of the filter cow, the sound of her pleasure eliciting excited moos from within the stack.
Eve bucked her hips, shoving MU2 up against the chair. Her back pressed into the metal, a frisson of excitement running up her hips. The rasp of the contoured dildo pressed against her insides, friction from the rubber knob bouncing around her interior. She gaped her mouth open, wanting more.
She pressed her arms into the notch between her breasts, criss crossing them as she grasped her breasts on either side. The warmth of her milk flesh spilled through her fingers, lubricated by the wet spray of her own milk.
Her thighs clamped down around the rod, muscles vibrating as her orgasm began. She bucked uncontrollably.
"You like that?" asked Eve, pressing her hips in with long strokes. "You like taking my hard cock, yes, it’s fucking you so deep. You’re my cow. Mine."
MU2 beamed up at her keeper. She was being railed and it felt so fucking good! "More, yes!" she declared, breathless, as the orgasm continuously rocketed through her body, pleasure dancing down her fingertips.
Eve slowed, however, moving her hands down MU2’s body. "What’s this?" she asked, moving her hands over MU2’s rotund chest. "Yes, of course," she declared. "You were in the stack. It’s standard procedure to impregnate stack cows."
MU2 quailed, afraid that Eve would find her less desirable for being pregnant. Nothing was further from the truth. "I love it," her keeper declared, rubbing her gestating belly. "You’re going to be the mother for a new breed of cows. In fact, I think I’m going to keep you pregnant," she said, thoughtfully.
"We’ve haven’t had many Ultras on The Farm, and we surely could use more." She grinned wickedly. "The next time, I get to put a baby in you. Personally."
MU2 shook at the implications, her vagina clenching around the dildo in her pussy. She loved the idea of bringing new life into The Farm. Especially if it was Eve’s.
She licked her lips and smiled. "Yes, let’s," she said simply, caressing her belly.
"It’s so sweet seeing a Paired keeper and her cow together," said the administrator, grinning at the two of them, hard sweat pouring down their bodies. "Do make sure to make lots of babies for us, yes? You two make a lovely pair."
Eve groaned, but MU2 kissed away her reluctance, hoping to convince her keeper to give her another good fucking.
End Chapter Five
I just want to say thank you for this beautiful story.
ReplyDeleteBy the premise it shouldn't be "beautiful," it should be hot and dirty and weird but you've somehow filled it with so much genuine love and empathy and emotion. Thank you.
Thank you, that's so kind!
DeleteI'm apparently addicted to plot. I can't just write simple smut without exploring emotions. :O