Atonement Chapter Four
Nina winked at her guards as they approached the training block. “You can go take a break,” she said. “This cow won’t cause any problems for me.”
She squeezed Ashley’s neck, Ashley trembling under her grip. Despite her musculature, while in her control, the woman had turned increasingly docile.
It was rather unexpected, and she thrilled at the taste of the unknown. Usually cows who decided to resist were belligerent until they were broken, but this one was already becoming pliable to her influence. Either she was further along in the process than had been reported, or there were special circumstances.
She peeked at the cow’s neck, noting four dots on each side. Ashley was exhibiting the behavior of a stage three cow, but with only eight injections, she should by all accounts be stage two.
She moved in close and clinically ran a hand over her chest, Ashley squirming from the attention. No, as she had thought, her next set of breasts were only budding. And this was not an Ultra. Those tended to balloon up quickly, gaining breast mass so fast their keepers were barely able to keep up.
This one was following the usual schedule, nothing out of the ordinary. The way she was acting was a mystery. How exciting!
Was she a cow lover? One of those who secretly wished to be under a mistress’ control? She squeezed Ashley’s neck roughly, steering her left into the exercise room. “Tell me, cow, have you ever fantasized about being controlled? Being milked?”
Ashley stumbled at the unexpected turn, the door rumbling shut behind them. She regained her balance with little trouble. “No,” she declared in a strong voice. “I can’t say that has ever been one of my fantasies. I don’t like giving up control. The thought of being forcibly used is abhorrent to me.”
Her voice was a little uncertain at the last statement. “At least, that’s what I thought. Every time you squeeze my neck, I can’t stop this feeling of submissiveness from rising in my chest.”
Nina squeezed again as an experiment. Ashley sagged, clinging onto the front of a treadmill which had been mounted in the center of the exercise room, hands tangled in loops that were fixed to the hand rests. Her face flushed and she groaned. “Could you please stop doing that?” she requested. “The sensations are uncomfortable. I really need release.”
Nina examined her closely. This wasn’t the normal progression. This cow was breathing heavily, flushed from the attention. Her nipples were stiff, breasts swollen. With minimal handling she could be brought to orgasm.
Normal cows were highly sexual beasts, but not to this extent. Not for just any keeper. Only for ones they had been Paired with.
A shock ran through aching body, one she thought she would never experience again, not after the death of Ana. A sudden tension struck her. It couldn’t be possible!
She unwrapped her hand from around Ashley’s neck carefully, half closing her eyes as she did so. “Fuck no, not again.”
A faint outline had been traced onto the cow’s neck, a pie shaped circle. Under her inspection, the symbol darkened minutely.
“Ah, what’s going on?” asked Ashley with a light twang, turning to try and figure out what had caused the seasoned keeper to curse. In that moment, her face was replaced with that of another cow making the same gesture.
Nina stumbled back, shot through her heart with pain. She set her back against the wall, shivering uncontrollably. The hackles on her neck rose. She couldn’t believe it.
“I’m too damn old for this,” she groaned. “This can’t be happening.”
If this was a miracle, it was a shitty one. She blinked, the old images banished from her mind. Her past mistakes were not relevant here. This required cold, hard logic to solve.
She ran her hands over her slick, black bodysuit. She hadn’t bothered wearing one with accessible breast flaps for ages, as she was far past the prime of her life, her fertile years behind her. To her horror, she discovered that they were feeling tender underneath the rubbery material.
In all her research and experience, she had never heard of this. Her mind leaped ahead, thinking of the implications. She might become a new case study, fertility in old age. Perhaps the common wisdom was not entirely correct.
She blinked, banishing the fantastical thoughts. Milk production simply didn’t occur at her age. There must be another explanation. Until she had a better handle on what was going on, she would need to keep this cow compliant and occupied.
Calming down, she projected an air of confidence to overlay her concerns. Cows should not have to worry about the details. “Ashley, your new designation is MU4. I do not expect you to respond to your new name at first, but over time you will learn that you will only be addressed by your new title. MU4, step onto the treadmill.”
Ashley hesitated, looking at Nina and the locked door for an alternative. There was none to be had. This cow was going to need encouragement before she decided to resort to violence.
That was rare for cows not showing milk madness, but it was still within the realm of possibility for those who had not yet accepted their new role.
She stepped forward and wrapped her hand around the cow’s neck, staring her down. “You will follow my commands and get onto the treadmill,” she commanded, forcing her will into her inky black eyes.
Ashley blanched, turning to step up onto the treadmill. At eight injections, whatever resistant she could scrape together wouldn’t be sufficient unless she had gone milk mad. This wasn’t a bad cow, just an untrained one.
“Put your wrists through the loops,” she commanded.
Ashley did as she desired, the automatic locking mechanism cinching a loop of material tight to hold her hands straight out in front of her. Nina let go of her neck, warmth sparking under her palm. She wasn’t imagining things, the symbol was getting darker. The mysterious bond was strengthening. She needed to talk to somebody else about this to confirm she wasn’t going crazy.
Ashley was restive, her wrists jerking in the restraints. “What are they doing to Iris and Daisy?” she asked. “Will they be okay?”
Nina sighed. She still had a job to do. “Daisy will be fine,” she declared. “Nora was top of her class, and knows how to train a cow. Iris will be fine, too. You should concentrate on your own training.”
She bustled over to a side cabinet and bent over, retrieving a jangling belt fitted with several leather straps. “Let’s get you hooked up,” she declared. “You’re not an Ultra, so you’ll be following the normal schedule. With eight injections, I expect you won’t need to be milked for several more hours. Cows who are just starting out need to be milked about twice a day.”
She moved the harness in front of MU4 so she could get a good look. Two rubber tubes dropped from the bottom of the harness, leading to pressure pumps. The interior was fitted with two, medium sized dildos, which could be inflated with pressure to fit snugly inside any cow’s nether regions.
“This is a sex harness,” she stated, not sugar coating anything. “It acts as a reinforcement mechanism. The system will take you through a series of scenarios. Uphill, downhill, and stiff, level grades. After each period of exercise, the system determines how hard you’ve worked. If you’ve been a good cow, the system with reward you.”
She gripped the front dildo with one hand, rubbing up and down as the dildo inflated. “If you’ve been bad, the system will punish you.”
Ashley’s eyes widened as the dildo continued to expand, until the thickest part of the shaft was as wide as a soda bottle. Nina chuckled to herself, knowing that the system’s safety limits would never take it this far. The cow didn’t know that, though. They always believed whatever the keeper told them.
“After a period of rest, the system will begin again. Since you are a new cow, I won’t leave you here longer than an hour, though some cows I have trained have run marathons in this belt.”
Ashley cleared her throat. “What is the longest distance recorded on this trainer?” she asked.
Nina considered. “We had a blue roan run a marathon, but she was so fucked out of her mind by the end of it that it took a few months for her to recover. I don’t sanction that kind of event any more.”
Ashley grinned, marching in place. “What a shame. I’m sure I could have beaten her record,” she declared.
Nina shot her a dark look. “Don’t even think it,” she replied. “It’s far too dangerous.”
Grunting, she leaned over and set the belt on the treadmill in front of her cow’s feet. “Come now,” she commanded, tapping her hand against Ashley’s left ankle.
Ashley obliged her by lifting up her foot so that the keeper could slide the rounded opening underneath. The process was repeated with her right foot, the belt sitting flat on the floor.
Nina grabbed it by the buckle, standing to fit it around Ashley’s waist. The upper part of the harness fit loosely around her torso, jangling as the keeper worked to move it into place. “You have a nice ass, MU4,” the keeper declared. “How often do you work out?”
She cinched the belt tightly over the swell of Ashley’s ass. The cow leaned forward, accentuating her rippling thigh muscles. “Every day,” she replied. “It’s impossible to stay on your game if you don’t put in the work. And I never skip any of my exercise routines.”
“Dedication. I admire that,” said Nina. “It will serve you well as a cow.”
She tucked a belt under MU4’s nether regions, pressing the embedded dildos up against her snatch. “Just a taste of what’s to come,” she said, buckling the strap shut.
The dildos were deflated, nestled between the cow’s legs. The automated reward system would insert and pump them up as required.
She worked extra straps around the cow’s legs, ensuring the belt would not come off no matter how hard the cow exercised herself. When the last strap had been buckled shut, she walked around the cow to the side and pressed a button on a panel built into the wall.
A calm chime sounded and the treadmill began to run, forcing Ashley to move her legs to keep up. “I’ve set this to easy, as I won’t be able to attend while you’re working out. This routine will take you through a gentle, rolling set of hills. If you get thirsty, just suck on this.”
She rotated a flexible tube over, which extended from the front of the treadmill. The tip was fitted with a bulbous rubber dildo, the end dripping a light colored liquid. Ashley shivered, her eyes fixed to the tip, but Nina waved her off.
“It’s nothing special, just a sports drink. It’s not milk, if that’s what you were thinking.”
Ashley shot her a disappointed look, but she shrugged. “I know, cow, but you’re not ready to process more milk yet. You aren’t an Ultra.”
She moved a rocker switch on the console and the blank wall at the rear of the room lit up with a hypnotic display. “Enjoy your training, cow, I’ll come back to get you when the cycle has completed.”
She moved to the door, rolling it open and shut as fast as she could. Once it had locked into place, she leaned back against it and put her head in her hands, her head tendrils wrapping around her fingers. Not again! She couldn’t go through with this again!
She sobbed bitterly, letting the angry tears flow. She cursed her fate, and her body. Why now? She was old, not fit for this kind of duty! She gritted her teeth and typed in a code on her wrist communicator, which duly chimed. “Yes, what is it?” came a soft voice from the other end.
“This is Nina,” she sighed. “I need to see you immediately. Something unexpected has come up.”
The rolling door slid open, a blast of humidity coming at her from within the large chamber. The door was standard issue at the Farm, but the interior was anything but.
A large, domed glass ceiling filtered calm sunlight down into a literal jungle of plants. It was a garden writ large, a greenhouse packed from corner to corner with an eclectic array of plants, many from off world.
Ferns rubbed shoulders with rhododendrons, interspersed with endemic shrubberies and an amazing variety of flowers in an explosion of color. The first few rows were arranged in a maze, making it difficult for the uninitiated to find their way through the well worn pathways.
The first thing she always noticed was the smell, a fresh, clean scent she didn’t find anywhere else. She felt a deep seated longing for long, sweeping vistas and sunlit beaches. Perhaps it was time for a vacation, but not before her current problems were dealt with. She might be a bitter old codger, but she wasn’t a coward. Never that.
She nodded at a cow who was moving among the plants with a watering can, her belly gravid with young. She was wearing a milking harness, the cups sucking away with gentle popping noises as she worked. This one was close to birthing a new calf, and had therefore been assigned light gardening duties. All members of the farm were assigned useful tasks by the administrator, whatever their physical state.
The cow mooed at her as she passed, a dopey smile on her face. She set down the watering can and rubbed her pussy, one hand over her enlarged belly. Nina ignored the behavior. Cows at this stage of their conversion were always oversexualized. Punishment would do little to stop the cow, and it wasn’t her role to police the administrator’s pets.
She moved past a section of bamboo, the long grass brushing against the ceiling. For some, this place might have seemed excessive, but not for the administrator. As one of the original founders of the Farm, she had presided over the facility for over a hundred years, ensuring that all of the necessary, but boring details were taken care of.
The other founders had moved on to other successful ventures, but Hys’alan’throp had stayed here. She had told Nina several times that her roots had sunk deep and she would never leave the facility. Nina suspected that she simply enjoyed being the de facto queen.
Since nobody remembered a time without her, nobody would gainsay her commands, and the government would deny her nothing. Hence the elaborate garden, which the administrator had claimed would be of the highest benefit towards the physical and mental state of everyone in the facility.
Most in this position would have ossified, or become a tyrannical dictator, but fortunately Hys’alan’throp was neither. She simply stayed behind the scenes and ensured that everything continued to run as required. Which was a little frightening, to be honest, as that made her absolutely essential to the facility’s continued existence.
She rounded a corner, stepping past a bed of chrysanthemums, finding Hys’alan’throp sitting up against a table of orchids, puttering among the flower pots. She hummed as she cut off a few dead blossoms, turning the plant to present the green leaves to Nina.
“I find earth plants to be fascinating, don’t you? There’s a strange symmetry between our world and theirs, an improbable intertwining that I find enthralling.”
She moved a hand down the side of the pot, almost as if in a caress. “This flower has died, but with proper care it will eventually renew itself, becoming stronger along the way.”
She turned and stood, her body suit crackling as she stretched her legs. A cow mooed, sliding from underneath the bench she had been sitting on. A hole had been bored into the wood, providing access for the cow to work with her mouth.
Small droplets trickled from the administrator’s nether regions, escaping from a cut out made into her blue suit. She flexed her arms under her back, emphasizing her generous assets.
“Yes, they are our pets, our livestock, but they are also our friends, our lovers. Our hearts.”
She turned to spear Nina with a glance. “You do not visit me often, Lys’antha’top. What is troubling your heart?”
“I apologize for the intrusion,” Nina began, not averting her eyes. “I’ve run into something unexpected which requires your special insight.”
The administrator flicked her fingers in the air. “Always so direct,” she stated, moving her hand in a fluid gesture.
Cows waiting in the wings sprung into action, bringing in a table and chairs, spreading out a checkered tablecloth. Dressed in white and black latex maid uniforms, they brought out a silver tea set complete with saucers and biscuits.
One of the cows set down her tray, waiting for the other to distribute the plates with their cups. She poured tea into the cups, filling them three quarters full. Putting down the tea kettle, she leaned over and raised her brow at Nina.
The keeper nodded her head and the cow opened a breast flap, squeezing at her nipple to express a few drops of milk. After working on it for a few seconds, a larger stream trickled into the cup. When the keeper nodded again, she snapped the fabric back over her nipple, hiding her massive breasts under the slick, white surface.
“One of us has to be direct,” retorted Nina as the service continued with crackers, cookies, and cheese. “It’s the only way to get anything done.”
“Now that’s simply not true,” chortled the administrator. “Our means may differ, but if the job is completed in the end, that is all that matters.”
She took a dainty sip out of her tea cup, her lips gently pursing. “You’re lactating,” she said suddenly, like a bolt out of the blue. “How interesting.”
Following suit, Nina grabbed her tea and nodded her head, drinking down the hot liquid as fast as she dared. It was the perfect texture, a bright explosion tantalizing her taste buds.
The older alien sat back, eyes closed as she tasted another mouthful of tea. Swallowing, she opened her eyes. “You wouldn’t come to me with a small problem. You’ve Paired again, haven’t you?”
Nina finished downing her tea and set the cup back on the saucer, gasping for more air as her pulse thudded in her chest. She stared straight ahead, dully, trying not to show any emotion. It would be unbecoming of her to scream and shout.
As soon as her cup hit the plate, the service cow was back at her elbow, mooing softly as she refilled the delicate porcelein. Without asking, the cow unsnapped her breast flap and commenced to add the delicate flavor of her milk to the mix.
Hys’alan’throp sighed and folded her hands. “You’ve done a good job over the years trying to hide it,” she stated gently. “But her death is still affecting you, isn’t it?”
She raised a hand. “It’s not my place to tell you how to grieve, but it has been over thirty years, Lys’antha’top. When will you forgive yourself?”
Nina swallowed, a harsh pain trickling down the back of her throat. “Never,” she admitted. “This regret I will carry to my grave.”
The administrator’s tone changed, her eyes becoming hard. “Your self inflicted pain is not helping her. It is only hurting you. You must let it go or it will poison everything you do.”
Nina clenched the side of the tea cup so hard it hurt. She made a concerted effort to release it, lest she break the delicate china.
She traced the pattern of a chrysanthemum on the side of the tea cup, her eyes twisting around and down the petals and leaves. She sat back, leaving the cup untouched.
The administrator watched her patiently, as still as a cat. “However unlikely it might be, you have Paired again. The foibles of youth are beyond you, but old age does not make one infallible.”
She shifted her pose, leaning forward and looking hungry. “I shall not live forever,” she declared. “Even glaciers move, when observed on a long enough timescale. It is far past time for me to take on an apprentice, and I have decided, given your current circumstances, that you are a perfect candidate.”
Nina frowned, looking the administrator up and down. “What do you want with a shriveled old bag? Wouldn’t someone younger be more suitable?”
“Hmm, what does that make me, I wonder?”
She raised her palm. “No need to apologize for not being able to see past your nose,” she chided gently.
“I do not wish to abdicate, no, but even the prettiest flower only blooms for a short while. Mine is beginning to fade, while yours is only about to begin. That you cannot see it yourself is the largest pity of all.”
Nina snarled, pounding her fist on the table. She didn’t need anyone’s pity.
A single cherry blossom fell from above and landed in her tea. She peered at the offending blossom with a grimace. Just so.
She sighed and stood, abandoning the frustrating conversation. Perhaps she had made the wrong decision in coming here. At least for the moment, she couldn’t imagine spending more time under the older woman’s tutelage.
“I shall think over your request,” she replied, bowing, still not sure what she would do.
The administrator looked at her with that maddening, inscrutable gaze. “I’m sure you will make the right decision,” she stated with finality, taking a bite out of her biscuit.
She waved the snack in the air. “Do come visit again soon,” she stated. “Indoor flowers only bloom when given personal attention.”
She gave Nina an intense stare. “Don’t neglect your charge. Few are given a second chance in this lifetime. Please don’t squander it.”
Nina snorted, making her way back through the thick underbrush. She wasn’t certain what the administrator was getting at, but it would inevitably turn out to be wise advice, of the kind you could only avail yourself of after the fact.
She saw no further cows hanging around as she navigated the maze of foliage on her exit. They were likely attending the administrator. She already regretted her outburst, her mind a diverse cloud of emotions she was unable to disentangle.
She did need to change, that was for certain, but how? How could she be a good keeper for a new cow when the old one still haunted her dreams?
Packing away the uncertainty, she picked up her pace. The old woman wasn’t the only one she needed to visit before returning to work on her new cow.
Nina had gotten used to the smell of medical equipment over the years, but seeing someone she loved in a hospital bed brought back all the bad memories. The terror and pain involved was visceral, felt at a deep, indelible level.
Fortunately, this would not be like last time. The long, drawn out delay before the death of Ana had been incredibly heartbreaking, and she hoped never to experience that again. It didn’t stop her past memories from coming back to haunt her, but she bottled them up inside, as she had done for many years. Time had helped; she no longer felt the loss as keenly, but it was still there, a scab just below the surface.
That was why she was so reluctant to get involved with another cow. After such a devastating loss, she feared that another would break her. She firmed her lips and put on a mask of concern. She was in complete control of her own emotions. She would not let them rule her. So why did she feel so fragile?
“Nice to see you’re mending well,” she grunted, stepping into her granddaughter’s room.
Eve was resting comfortably in a white medical bed, the bruises on her face looking ghastly. Her left eye had swollen shut, yellows and blues decorating her skin.
The monitoring equipment she was hooked up to was beeping normally, as expected. Instead of sitting down at her granddaughter’s bed side, she wandered over to look through the readings. She had always been more comfortable while keeping herself busy.
“Everything looks good here,” she declared, relieved to see nothing out of the ordinary.
“Aren’t you going to ask how I feel?” asked Eve, raising an eyebrow.
Nina sat in a wooden chair facing the bed and forced herself to focus on the here and now. “The doctors say you’re on the mend,” she declared. “I’m glad you’re doing better.”
She was proud her voice didn’t waver, but it took an iron will to tamp down her emotions. She stared straight ahead, avoiding Eve’s gaze.
“That was not a conversation starter,” laughed Eve. “I almost feel like a sack of meat.”
She paused, her mind working. She frowned, then her face softened. “It’s this place, isn’t it? Was it really that hard?”
The concern in her voice brought Nina up short, a pain welling up in her throat. “Yes,” she admitted at last. “It really was that difficult. The most difficult thing I’ve ever had to experience.”
She wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. “I swore I would never do this again. Never.”
She pressed her hands onto the sheets, feeling the living, breathing expanse of her granddaughter’s body, convincing herself with the physical sensations that this wasn’t another bad dream.
Eve shifted, pulling her arms out from between the sheets and wrapping her hands around her grandmother’s. “I’m here,” she declared firmly. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Eve paused. “What am I doing? I’m the one who got beat up, you should be lavishing your concern over me.” The chiding was gentle, a hint of laughter hidden behind her words.
Nina refused to be shamed. She was still working through her emotions and wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry. She finally settled on righteous anger. It was easier to deal with than the pain.
She stroked her granddaughter’s arm and looked at her intensely. “I need to know who did this to you,” she declared. “This kind of assault should not be possible within the farm. Cows should not be able to attack their keepers.”
Eve considered, looking up and biting her lip. “I remember I was calling for MU2. She had been taking her new injections well and I thought it would be a nice time for another milking session. The door chimed, so I pressed the interlock… and everything after that is hazy.”
She cursed. “I didn’t check the monitor, did I? I have no idea who actually came through that airlock, it could have been anyone in the room.”
Nina could feel the rage inside her building. “In my experience, the only one who could do this to you is your own cow. None of the others have a strong enough bond to hate you.”
Eve looked away, trailing her hands over her arms. “That doesn’t feel right to me. MU2 is very docile. She has taken my milk multiple times without protest, and she has been eager to become my cow.”
“Any cow can fall to milk madness. I should know,” Nina replied calmly, though chaotic memories swirled right beneath the surface.
“I don’t believe it,” said Eve forcefully, blinking away tears. “MU2 would never do that to me.” She wrung her hands.
“I didn’t believe it myself,” replied Nina, locking her emotions away. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.”
Eve rubbed her arms, looking small. “Bring her back to me,” she said. “Bring her back.”
“I will,” declared Nina, not exactly lying to her. If she found MU2, she wasn’t exactly going to be gentle.
Even if the cow hadn’t done this to Eve, she certainly hadn’t helped the situation. Leaving Eve alone without assistance was just as bad in her book.
She leaned over and pressed a kiss onto Eve’s forehead. “Just rest,” she said. “Let your mashim’be take care of everything.”
Eve made a face at her. “That’s what I’m afraid of. Just promise me you’ll bring MU2 to me so that we can find out the truth.”
Nina made a noncommittal sound, which could have been mistaken for some form of agreement. The reality was that someone was going to be punished for this assault, and at the moment she didn’t much care who.
From her past experience, nobody got to escape the violence of milk madness. Nobody. Especially not her.
Her visit with Eve had done little to help her mood. She had hoped that seeing her granddaughter well and sound would have banished her past memories to the dumpster heap from whence they came, but her brain was not nearly that charitable.
Her chest was aching, swelling with new milk that she had been ignoring. She needed someone to blame. Someone to punish.
The door slid open, revealing MU4 struggling on the treadmill. Her thighs were slick with juice from the torture she had experienced at the hands of the sex harness. Her entire body was sweating, and she gasped, leaning forward against the frame of the machine.
Nina was curious. The cow had done as she had commanded. That was a surprise. Usually their first time the cow would step off the treadmill and spend the rest of the session working their breasts until the harness deigned to give them an orgasm.
MU4 was different. She had powered through it. Nina’s eyes flared with interest. Just who was this cow she had started to bond with? She turned her hand over, seeing the circular symbol inked into her palm. It had gotten darker, indicating the bond was active and strengthening.
Was this truly her destiny? Did she dare believe the administrator and seize her future with this cow? She grunted. Hogwash. Nothing was further from the truth. She was old, past her prime. Not fit to be a Paired keeper.
Yet there was still a part of her that was not completely dead. A part that hoped for more, a glimmer of what could have been. She squashed it ruthlessly. Playing pretend was a good way to ruin both her life and that of this cow.
She would treat MU4 just like any other cow, training her to become a bull, as her athletic frame suggested. Anything outside of that wasn’t in her purview. Perhaps, in time, this cow would find a better keeper to take care of her, someone other than a shriveled up prune.
Her first job was to get the cow cleaned up. She sighed and approached the sweating cow, pressing the switch on the wall to terminate the automated training. Fetching a rag, she ran her hands down and under the cow’s privates, taking special care to clean around her legs.
She unstrapped the harness from the rear, letting it fall free with a jangle. The stimulation device built into the bottom of the leather underwear was soaked, and would require cleanup. The day staff would take care of the particulars. She set it into a large container sitting next to the door just for that purpose.
Returning to the cow, she ran the towel over her nether regions, taking special care to ensure all of her juices were mopped up. She then moved upwards, turning the towel inside out and patting her down to absorb the remaining sweat.
Throughout all this, MU4 said nothing, staring straight ahead and breathing hard, her hands resting on the treadmill’s handholds. That was as expected.
She turned and gave Nina a penetrating gaze, which was not expected. The exercise had drained the majority of the energy from her body, leaving her breathless, as desired. However, she should still have been in a trance. Something had gone awry.
MU4 looked at her expectantly, face flushed. “Well?” she asked. “Aren’t you going to feed me?” Her stomach gurgled. “I thought that’s what keepers did for their cows.”
Nina frowned. “Is everyone in your herd abnormal? In all of my many years of experience, I have never seen anything like this. I keep being blindsided with unexplained behavior.”
She rubbed her hands together, noting idly that they looked more fleshed out, less bony than she had remembered. A sudden flash of insight tingled down her spine as MU4 studied her closely, the cow’s mouth working as her eyes inevitably moved to view her chest area.
Her body was responding as it should. This was a natural response she should have expected. How could she have missed it? It was so obvious, even her aged brain should have noted the changes sooner.
Paired cows naturally adapted to their new environment when bonded to a new keeper. They became more docile and malleable, but only for their chosen keeper. It was something she had reminded new keepers about so often that it had become rote.
She just hadn’t expected it to happen to her ever again. She had thought that she was out of that game. She had accepted her role as being a teacher and shepherd for new keepers, and had not aspired to anything greater. She had been comfortable with that choice.
Now all those choices had been tossed into the air, reshuffled in a sudden flurry of chaos. She didn’t know what to believe any more. Her brain halted, confused. She began to say something, but stopped. What did she actually want to do?
MU4 approached her with confidence, resting a hand on Nina’s shoulder. She brushed her other hand under Nina’s jaw, lifting her face up to look at her cow better.
“I don’t really understand it, but I’m feeling really attracted to you,” she declared. “And I’ve never been attracted to a woman before. Never.”
Nina started. “That’s the pair bond talking,” she said, her mouth running on autopilot. “The bond engenders feelings of tenderness and affection in order to strengthen the relationship between keeper and cow. Once Paired, a keeper couple can expect to feed her cow at least once daily as long as the bond exists.”
MU4 grinned. “Only once daily? Does that mean it’s time now?”
Her eyes were hooded, and she looked down, peering at Nina’s covered chest. Nina sighed, unable to run away from the truth any longer. This cow needed to be fed, and she was the one who needed to do it. She could sort out the rest of her confused emotions later, but this couldn’t wait.
“Help me get this body suit off,” she declared.
MU4 nodded, but looked at her quizzically, clearing her throat. “Where, exactly, do I start? I’ve never worked with one of these before.”
Nina let out a short chuckle. Yes, this certainly wasn’t standard issue clothing in her world! “It’s neck entry,” she explained. “It’s surprisingly easy to get into, but I usually have another keeper help me out when I need to take it off.” She eyed the bulge of MU4’s muscles. “With your physique we shouldn’t have too many issues.”
She turned, presenting the back of her neck to the cow. This level of trust wasn’t something she would hand any other cow at MU4’s level of conversion, but she had seen the Pair bond with her own eyes. MU4 would not hurt her. She had to believe that, or she was truly lost.
MU4 noticed her pause, and stepped up to hug her. “I’m not sure what’s going on here,” she declared, “but this feels so right, I’m not sure I even care. Rationally, I feel like I should be knocking you out and trying to escape, but all I want to do is hold you.”
Nina stiffened, but softened as the cow continued to speak, surprised at how much her body naturally relaxed into the cow’s grip. Her body already knew what her mind didn’t—this cow wasn’t going to betray her. Nothing bad would happen to her here.
“This is new territory for me as well,” she admitted. “I’m used to being in complete control, but this bond is really messing with me.”
She closed her eyes and enjoyed the touch of another for a few fleeting moments, then pulled away. “If we get too distracted now, we won’t ever get to the feeding,” she said in a strident tone.
Reaching around her neck, she pulled a loop of the latex material outwards, stretching open a gap on her right side over her shoulder. She let it go, allowing it to snap back into place. “I need you to hold this open for me,” she commanded.
MU4 inserted her hand and pulled up on the material. “Thank you,” said Nina, pursing her lips.
She was being a little hard on this cow, but it came from a deep seated discomfort that she was still processing. It had been decades since she had even had a glimmer of hope that something like this might happen to her. She needed time to adjust.
Even so, MU4 didn’t deserve to be punished for her own insecurities. “Thank you, MU4,” she said softly, pulling her arm towards her body.
The material turned inside out as she maneuvered her hand into the gap between her right side and the tight bodysuit. With a twist, she pushed her hand upwards, reaching out through the neck hole. Now came the difficult part, as she was bound into position.
The morbid thought rode through her mind that MU4 could simply run and leave her there, locked into her own clothing. “The material on my right needs to go over my shoulder, and we need to repeat the maneuver on my left side,” she said sharply.
MU4 obliged, easily stretching the slick material over one shoulder and moving to her other side. Her fears not materializing, Nina worked on pulling her left arm inside the suit. That task accomplished, she shoved her other arm up, sliding the neck of the catsuit until it was below her shoulders. The hard part was done.
She sighed. Time to see what the Pair bond had wrought on her body. She pressed her thumbs underneath the bunched up material and shoved down, sliding it over her breasts. What she saw next made her heart skip a beat.
The impossible had become true. Her shriveled, wrinkled breasts had firmed up, swollen and filled with milk. There was less sag, and her wrinkled skin had filled out. She felt younger, too. Had she discovered the fountain of youth?
She laughed, long and hard, but it quickly turned into sobs. “This isn’t happening,” she breathed between tears. “I can’t be producing. I just can’t be!”
MU4 moved in front of her and frowned. “Let’s not beat around the bush,” she said. “I don’t care what you say, you can’t avoid reality. Milk is dribbling out of those teats. What are you going to do about it?” She put her hands on her hips.
“I can’ t, I just don’t know,” replied Nina, the tears still flowing, breathing coming in short gasps.
She had only ever been this emotional before during her last Pairing, and that had ended in disaster. She tried to get a grip on herself, but she could feel whatever control she had remaining slipping.
MU4 looked her over. “Let’s get that dress off you first, you’re almost hyperventilating.”
She reached for the rubbery fabric, tugging it down over her keeper’s hips. “How old did you say you were?” she asked, admiring the alien’s shapely thighs.
“Too old for this,” Nina wheezed. The cow’s calm voice was helping her to regain some control. “An alien lady never reveals her age.”
“Well, if you were a human, I would say you don’t look a day past forty,” MU4 remarked, sliding the rubber bodysuit over her knees. “You’re in remarkably good shape.”
Nina realized it was true. Energy was welling up within her, and she felt as if she could run a marathon. If only her mental state wasn’t so poor! She was feeling all out of sorts.
MU4 knelt on the tile floor and helped her to step out of the suit, carefully folding it and setting it on the side counter. “Now,” she said, drinking her keeper in. “Can we start with the feeding?” Her eyes were fixed to Nina’s breasts.
Nina bowed to the inevitable. Cows were sexual beasts, and could be very persistent until their needs were met. “Yes, of course,” she said, a curious look on her face, seeing MU4 as if for the very first time.
There was hunger for more milk, yes, but there was also a genuine warmth that she hadn’t expected to see. This cow deserved her respect, not her scorn. They were both laboring under very difficult circumstances.
Nina was more than a little confused. She had never been in this position before. Her first and only cow had always been meek, but nobody would mistake MU4 for anything other than assertive.
Despite her confusion, her body was responding to her cow’s demands. Her breasts swelled and tingled, preparing to feed her new dependent.
She didn’t even have the excuse that she was feeling tired. She actually wanted this, and she hadn’t wanted anything in decades.
A sudden thought stuck in her mind, an image that she couldn’t banish. She was getting aroused. Fuck, this was a terrible idea, but the tingling in her nethers fanned the flames. She just hoped she wouldn’t regret this later.
“MU4,” she said decisively. “We need to get you outfitted properly to be fed.”
She walked to the cabinet on the wall, and pulled out a drawer, rummaging inside. “This is highly irregular. I should report myself for doing this,” she muttered.
Pulling her hand out, she revealed a gigantic, black dildo, a thick protuberance at least seven inches long. The rear end was tilted, ending in a large knob. “There it is,” she declared, giving MU4 a searching glance. She rested one hand on her forehead and presented the dildo with her other. “Here, this is for you.”
MU4 looked at it as if it was a dead rat. “What is that?”
“It’s a fitted dildo for a bull. You stick the short end inside you, put on a harness to keep it nestled in the right position, then fuck your target as hard and as long as you can.”
MU4 accepted the gift reluctantly. “This is for… me? Why?”
Nina sighed. “Because I have needs, too, and I can’t seem to come up with anything more rational.”
She walked over to the bin containing the sex harness and removed it, turning to show MU4 the interior. “This is a modular belt,” she explained. “If we take out the sex stimulator, like so,” she said, detaching it from the bottom, “then there’s room for other attachments.”
She pointed at a circular metal ring built into the bottom of the belt and held it out for MU4. “Put the rod end through the hole and step into the belt, please.”
MU4 mulled it over for moment. “If I do this, will you feed me?” Her stomach rumbled.
Nina waggled the belt in the air. “Of course,” she replied. “You haven’t seen the whole plan yet.”
MU4 sighed and jammed the end of the dildo through the metal ring. It dropped into place, jangling the metal chains along the side of the belt. She took the belt from Nina and slipped her legs through the holes, pulling it up her waist until the knobbly end of the dildo sat against her privates. “What now?” she asked, her lips twisted in bemusement. “This feels really odd.”
Nina stepped around her and pulled the belt up farther, holding onto the belt straps. “Just push the end inside,” she declared. “You should be lubricated plenty from your last orgasm.”
MU4 grunted, dropping her hands to her crotch. Rolling her hips, she pressed them around the large protrusion. “This feels so weird,” she declared, teasing herself with the end plug of the dildo.
She jerked her hips up, applying pressure hard on the belt, panting as the knob slipped inside. Nina grunted and pulled the straps taut, buckling them so that it wouldn’t come out.
“Better get used to it,” she warned. “With your muscular physique, I’ll probably be using you as a bull often. You’ll be in high demand.”
She slipped the end of the belt strap into place, patting her ass. “It’s not as weird as you think. Cows have needs, too, and there’s not enough keepers to service all the filter cows in the racks. We’ll often recruit other cows to help us out.”
She sighed. “Having a cow fuck a keeper is far more rare, but I’m too damn old and stupid to say no to my desires.”
She waved her hands in the air, staring at MU4. “I need you. To fuck me. Pretty simple.”
She held her hands up to forestall MU4, who had begun to move towards her with a hungry look in her eyes. “Not like that,” she stated. She pointed at the far wall, upon which a hypnotic display had mesmerized the cow earlier. “First, I need to plug myself into the wall milker.”
MU4’s eyebrows rose. “And how does that work?” she asked, curious.
Nina marched over to the wall, an intense tingling starting in her loins. “It’s quite simple,” she said. “I press my hands through the holes, here, reaching inside to grab hold of the inner grips. I then place my breasts in these notches, and the automated system starts.”
She pointed at the ceiling. “Any milk that is drained from my breasts will be pumped up into a container in the ceiling.”
She pressed her hand against the wall, and a hatch folded open above them with a small hum. A tangle of plastic dropped down, a jumble of drinking tubes. “When not pumped elsewhere, these are utilized to use the milk immediately,” she declared, showing the end of a drinking tube to MU4. “This is how you will feed. Any questions?”
“Somehow this doesn’t seem like a normal feeding,” said MU4 laconically.
“No,” replied Nina, “but I can’t think of anything more arousing at the moment.”
MU4 popped the end of the tube into her mouth and looked at Nina expectantly. “Alright, then,” she said. “I’m ready. Let’s begin.”
Nina looked at the concave pockets on the wall and bit her lip. She was really going to go through with this. To give up control to her cow and trust that the Pair bond was strong enough to make this all work out.
Turning her palm over, she stared at the dark, circular, pie shaped symbol, which had now filled in completely. She wasn’t a naive, wet behind the ears keeper any more. This time the Pairing was real, not fake. She could trust her cow. She could do this.
Converting her determination into action, she stepped up to the wall and pressed her hands inside. The circular holes lit with a blue light from within and the system hummed to life. She pushed deeper, pressing all the way inside until her knuckles bumped up against the hand grips. She wrapped her hands around the vertical tubes, pulling herself in closer until her nipples lightly tapped the concave surface of the breast pockets.
From inside the wall, bands snapped around her wrists, locking them in place so that she could not leave while the milking cycle was active. She hissed involuntarily as the breast cups began to work, suction tugging at her nipples. She thrust her chest out, her breast flesh popping into the cups with a wet smack.
Her legs clenched. She was really doing this. She was going to be milked and fucked by her cow. Her thighs juiced with lubrication.
A chime sounded. “Milking cycle start, auto detect,” came the flat voice.
The breast cups began to work, mechanical relays popping as they alternated sucking her teats. She had only experienced a full milking a few times, and that was long ago. The immediacy of the suction was surprising, but welcome. Her breasts were alight with the sensation, the tickling pleasure going straight to her brain.
And this was only the beginning. She moaned and closed her eyes, waiting and hoping that MU4 would take advantage of her condition. That she would ravage her and leave her a sodden mess on the floor.
“What are you waiting for?” she rasped, when her cow wasn’t forthcoming. “It’s real simple, just fuck me.”
She sensed a presence at her back, and tensed her neck. What was MU4 going to do? She was completely at her cow’s mercy. Her leg muscles clenched. It was so damn hot to give up control to her cow. The accompanying fear was delicious.
A thick length pressed up against her butt, and she writhed in anticipation. A soft breath tickled her ear. “I almost don’t have to do anything,” giggled MU4. “I could just whisper in your ear and you’d explode.” Her voice lowered to a breathy husk.
Nina shivered, realizing the statement wasn’t far from the truth. Her situation was seriously turning her on. She could feel her breasts pulsing in the breast cups, milk beginning to flow. She was being milked like a common cow. She was such a naughty keeper.
She moaned, clenching her hands around the internal hand grips and pressing her breasts deeper into the cups. She could hear a wet, slurping noise from behind her. “Mmm, you taste wonderful,” stated MU4, drinking some more.
“Like sugar cookies,” she declared. “I just want to suck on you all day!”
Nina’s eyes reddened. She almost wanted to cry, the tension was so bad. This may have been her fault, but she wanted to rant and curse at her cow, not speak soft nothings in her ear.
She had to settle for a frustrated moan, which escaped her clamped lips. MU4 chuckled, rubbing her left shoulder. “Being patient is good for you. It builds character.”
Nina couldn’t leash her tongue, and told her cow exactly what she thought about building character. MU4 only chortled at her, pressing the rounded end of the strap on back and forth between her thighs.
Staring at the display on the wall, all she could do was wait for her cow to make the first move. How intolerable. She would pay her back the next time she got the opportunity!
If she got the opportunity. Some of her arousal waned as she considered her situation. This was a very real risk she was taking. It was not as bad as it could have been, since they were both safely within the confines of the Farm, but it was still far outside normal operating procedures. At the very worst, she could be dismissed from the ranks of the keepers. That was not so much of a danger when you weighed that against the likelihood that they had been looking to get rid of her anyway. She was old, and used up, not of much worth to anyone.
That couldn’t happen now, of course. Even if she was caught in the throes of orgasm with her cow, they wouldn’t get rid of a Paired keeper. But she was risking her remaining career—they would most certainly avoid giving her any critical jobs if news of this got out.
The illicit danger was what made this so exciting! She smiled ferociously, the breast pumps still extracting her milk with relentless suction. Even with her new enthusiasm, she could feel her body stiffening.
“Do they call you the frost queen, or is that just what happens when you try to be intimate?” asked MU4, sliding her hands down her keeper’s sides. Nina was about to answer, but MU4 gave her a good slap, rubbing the stinging pain into her butt cheek. “Let’s defrost that exterior,” she said, pressing her pelvis into Nina’s butt, forcing her closer to the wall.
Nina’s legs trembled as she spread them apart. She knew what was coming next. She waited, but it was taking forever. She groaned.
MU4 was fumbling at her butt. “They all make it look so easy. Here we go,” she muttered.
A hard knob pressed into her vulva, bouncing off her urethra. “Wrong spot, ouch!” she complained, wishing her hands were free so she could guide her cow to the right spot.
Fortunately, MU4 realized what was happening, and adjusted her angle. Nina felt the knob bouncing around her nethers, gasping in satisfaction once it finally located the right hole and slipped inside.
MU4 patted her butt. “There, we’re getting this going now, are you happy? You’re finally getting fucked, just like you wanted.”
A sudden realization thrilled down her spine. She really was getting fucked. She never knew how raw the pleasure could be. She had gotten herself off before, of course, but it was nothing like this. Raw reality hit her like a wet smack. She needed more.
She tilted her hips, doing her best to help her cow thrust deeper, but MU4 was having none of it. She kept moving, slow and steady. “Getting eager? I know you want my thick, hard cock. I’m deep inside you, ramming your wet snatch full of my rod. Do you like this?”
Nina nodded, her entire body rocking to the rhythm of the fucking. MU4 sped up further, pushing deeper. “I never knew you aliens could be so freaky. You want it so bad!” She giggled. “If we had known earlier, we would have been looking for strap-ons to help us escape with!”
A frisson of fear mixed with her pleasure, sending her imagination to further heights. This cow was in control of her. She was fucking her and she wanted nothing more than to give everything to her.
Her moans rose in intensity, and she cried out as the dildo jackhammered her privates. MU4 didn’t let up as her body descended into a paroxysm of pleasure, literally vibrating from the stimulation.
MU4 slowed down, but didn’t stop the assault on Nina’s privates. “Looks like you hit a road bump,” she announced, working the dildo in and out.
Her arousal had temporarily cooled, but the constant stimulation wasn’t going away, and she could feel her body responding. She focused on the sensations, enjoying the warmth of the low level pleasure. “Fuck yes,” she announced, riding the dildo with enthusiasm.
She idly wondered if MU4, now effectively in control of her body, would take advantage of her lax authority to make an escape. She wouldn’t blame her if she had. This was a really stupid situation to put herself in.
However, MU4 slapped her ass and pressed her swollen teats into Nina’s back. She withdrew the thick cock and pressed her hands around Nina’s face, feeling the warmth of her cheeks.
“You’re an amazing fuck,” she declared, running her hands over her sides. “Since you’re at my mercy, let’s keep it up and go for another round. This time, more slow and sensual.”
The thick rod was reinserted, squeezing her lips aside with little resistance. The thick girth dipped deeper and deeper with agonizing slowness. MU4 was torturing her with the best fuck of her life.
“Oh, yes,” she breathed, gasping as the wall ports sucked tightly at her breasts, draining every last drop. “Give it to me, yes!”
MU4 slowed to a stop, the thick dick filling Nina’s tunnel. “Now that I have you here as a captive audience, I think it’s time for some questions.”
Nina blinked, eyes rolling as her nethers vibrated around the fullness inside her. “What… do you want to know?” she gasped.
Was this the point at which her cow would betray her? She almost expected it, given her past experience. She had been so stupid to let herself be put in this situation! Pressing her forehead against the wall and squeezing the hand grips, she moaned.
“What’s really going on here? I’m damn confused. Just an hour ago I would’ve knocked you out and run for the hills, but instead I’m here giving you the best fuck of your life. I’m feeling unexpectedly motherly.”
She slowed her movements to a crawl, forcing a needy groan from between Nina’s lips. “It’s the Pair bond,” she gasped. “Two become one. You’re mine, and I’m yours.”
MU4 grunted. “I get the sense that you’ve had a bad experience with a Pair bond before. What happened?”
Nina really didn’t want to go into it. She kept her lips sealed.
MU4 didn’t appreciate her silence, moving even slower. “I can keep this up,” she declared. “I don’t need an orgasm. I want to know what’s going on with you.”
“Besides,” she said quieter. “If I’m to be your cow, I need to know how you really feel.”
The dual blackmail hit Nina like a sucker punch. More than anyone else, MU4 deserved to know. She groaned, a long protest, but eventually gave in. She had no choice.
“You’re right, I used to have a cow,” she explained. “Her name was Ana. I was young, and naive. I had been working with her for half a year, and thought I felt a bond forming. We started to do more dangerous things. I fed her more of my milk than I should have.”
She paused, musing over the painful memories. “She passed into a coma, but that wasn’t the end. No, when she woke up, she had the milk madness. They couldn’t contain her.”
She sighed. “Back then they didn’t know how to cure her. They tried everything they could, but she just kept getting worse. She started making erratic choices, falling in with the less than ethical keepers.”
“It was like a drug to her, to walk on the dangerous side. Eventually, she drank too much milk, fell into a coma, and didn’t wake up.”
MU4 grunted. “That fucking sucks, but I don’t see how it’s your fault.”
Nina stiffened. “It was my fault. I held onto her for too long. I should have asked for help when the Pairing mark didn’t show up on my hand. I thought it would come in time, but it didn’t. I waited until it was too late.”
MU4 made a noise of disbelief. “Don’t blame yourself for what you didn’t know. You can’t make the right choices if you’re not given the right information. Who’s fault is it really? Yours, or the ones who didn’t give you the support you needed in your time of need?”
The cow bucked her hips, restarting her slow fucking. “Now, I get all that. Can you tell me what’s happening with Daisy and Iris?”
Nina chuckled. “Now that you have me in a compromising position, why not? MU1 has Paired up with Nora, and they’re probably fucking each other just like us. Iris has likely been sent for further training and selection so that they can locate a keeper for her as well. Now, why don’t you stop worrying about them and worry more about us?”
MU4 moved faster, ramping up her thrusting. Nina hissed, a constant stream of satisfaction escaping her lips. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be walking out of this room,” MU4 declared, sipping on her keeper’s milk. “You taste amazing, by the way.”
“Thank you,” moaned Nina, unable to focus on anything beyond her immediate pleasure, which was overwhelming her senses.
MU4 leaned in close, jerking the dildo as deep as she could thrust it, moaning from the pleasure she was creating in her own vagina at the same time. “If only you could see your amazing butt working itself over my fat penis,” she declared. “You’d explode in no time.”
Climax didn’t seem far away. All of her concerns and worries had long since left her brain, leaving room for nothing but more pleasure. She gasped as MU4 continued her deep thrusting. With every push, she pressed her breasts against Nina’s rear, tickling her shoulders.
Her orgasm came with a loud, wavering moan. MU4 paused as she vibrated in pleasure, pressing her lips to the nape of Nina’s neck. For the first time since she was a young alien, Nina felt safe and loved. It was mind blowing.
Maybe Hys’alan’throp was right. She would have to reconsider her offer.
“Fuck yes,” moaned Nina. “Just for that, you’re getting extra injections.”
“I’ll only agree to that if I get to fuck my favorite keeper an extra time.”
“You run a hard bargain, but I won’t say no.” She smiled as MU4 reentered her for a third time, ignoring her soreness. Despite her exhaustion, the last fuck was the best. It was with someone who cared.