MU2 wasn't certain how often she orgasmed, her body floating in blackness. White noise filled the small chamber, reinforcing deep truths her subconscious already knew. She was a cow. She would produce more milk and increase her production.

At some point the pleasure ceased and she drifted off to sleep, the machinery automatically detaching itself. She dreamed of massaging her breasts, streams of milk flowing into rivers and lakes. Everyone around came down to the shore and remarked upon her prodigious output, marveling at how thick and creamy it was.

Some adventurous ones kneeled and scooped a handful of the liquid into their mouths, swooning at the taste. She smiled, watching them with a motherly gaze, wanting to wrap her arms around them and sweep them into her bosom.

A small hand pressed at her hip. "Mommy, mommy," the small child said, smiling at her. "I like you."

Her fantasy shattered, dredging her past back up. She was Morgan again. Shit.

By now the cycle had become clear. While she was full of Eve's milk, there was room for nothing else but her adoration for the keeper. Once she had processed the milk and it had been extracted, the altered state of mind wore off and she had to face her old fears and regrets once more.

The more she ran, the more the memories chased her. She needed to face them and banish those inner demons, but she wasn't sure how. How could she possibly make up for the lives she had ruined?

The wall panel at her feat creaked open, artificial light flooding the chamber. She took a deep breath and held back sobs, working to suppress her emotions again. That was her only solution for now. It was a poor one, but she couldn't break down in front of the others.

The chair she was laying on slid forward, rotating down to set her on her feet. She blinked, eyes tearing up while they adjusted to the new light levels. Nothing had changed. She was still stuck here, and she still wasn't a proper cow.

She groaned, stretching her back as she stood. The extra weight from her new breasts was going to be hard to get used to. She slid a hand around the bottom of their expanse, noting that they had grown slightly during the night. The stimulation didn't bring any pleasure, however. She felt drained rather than energized, thirsty for more alien milk.

"Are you all feeling more rational now?" came an angry voice.

Kylie was sitting against the wall, arms folded around her breasts. Her angular face and harsh shadows from the overhead lighting made her look gaunt.

She looked up and Morgan gasped. The redness around her eyes had spread, infusing her cheeks with inflamed veins. Her irises were tinged with the color, lending her an air of madness. She rubbed her hands up and down her arms, as if she was cold. Small pinpricks of milk dotted her nipples.

She leapt to her feet, pacing. "I've got to get out of here, we've all got to get out of here. It's almost too late, we're turning into cows, we'll be their cows." The mumbling seemed out of control.

Natalia approached her, holding out her hands. After her night in the milking booth, her breasts hadn't increased in size nearly as much as Morgan's, but she wasn't an Ultra. She flicked her eyes to Daisy, who was having as many problems as her with her enormous breasts. She suspected, but wasn't yet sure whether Daisy was also another Ultra. Statistically, the odds were low, but it was possible.

Natalia hadn't yet come into her full coloration, but her skin was darkening, the same as Iris and Ashley. Nothing like Daisy's pale skin. If she looked closely she could see dark blotches forming on the cow's arms and belly. Like Morgan, her body was taking to the transformation quickly.

She was getting distracted. Kylie had backed away from Natalia, refusing to be comforted. "Gotta get away," she muttered. "Can't stay, can't be a cow. Can't let them get into my head."

Natalia dropped her arms, looking cool and refreshed. "I really wish you had joined us," she said. "Without all their drugs mucking up my system I can think much clearer." She turned to the others. "How is it going for the rest of you?"

"I'm fine," replied Iris, looking at the floor, hands on her hips.

Daisy mooed and played with her beasts. "I feel fantastic," she said. "I can't wait for my next milking session."

Kylie ran over and grabbed her by the shoulders. "That's the problem, don't you see? You're losing who you are to them!"

Spittle dribbled from her lips as her grip tightened. "When was the last time you thought about anything else? About... us?"

Daisy stared at her, gasping. "You're hurting me, ouch!"

"Stop frightening her, Kylie," declared Ashley, who had moved into position to lay a warning hand on her arm. "Threatening her isn't going to solve anything."

Kylie rocked Daisy back and forth, then let go, tears of frustration running from her eyes as she cradled her head in her hands. "I'm the only one, the only one," she repeated, swaying as she walked away.

Morgan had never seen anything like this before. The lack of milking was driving her mad! She cast around, trying to figure out how she could contact the keepers. There didn't seem to be any provision made for emergencies. They might have to tackle her to keep her from injuring any of the other cows in the herd.

A small smile graced her lips. She was already thinking of them as fellow cows, in her herd. If only they thought the same! It wouldn't be long perhaps, until they did. They could have so much fun together!

A chime echoed throughout their cells. "M-U-2," please enter the airlock. Your presence is requested."

Kylie laughed, a high pitched, unbalanced warble. "Can they figure out the difference between two different cows? Let's find out!"

She rushed the airlock before anyone could react, entering the small room and standing on the platform. To Morgan's surprise, the door rolled shut behind her.

They must have recognized her as being crazy, and were taking her out of the cell to get her away from the rest of the herd. Weren't they?

"Does anybody else think she's off her rocker?" offered Morgan. "Anyone?"

Ashley shrugged. "She's under a lot of stress, and refused to be milked. I can't imagine what kind of pressure that's putting her under. She's liable to act like a loose cannon at the best of times. I can't imagine what she'll do now."

Natalia inspected her nails. "I'm getting tired of her insubordination. If she isn't willing to listen to reason, we should cut her loose."

"Is that really what we should do? Would you cut me loose if I had a temporary bout of insanity?" Iris watched Natalia with an intense stare.

Natalia sighed. "No, of course not. We're a family. We stick together."

She looked at the others. "We all support each other. And I say she's not right in the head. She needs help."

Iris sniffed. "You need help more than her. You actually like being a cow."

Natalia's eyes flashed. "Don't compare me to that bimbo," she said, gesturing at Daisy.

"Hey, who are you calling a bimbo?" asked Daisy, massaging her breasts. "I'm a cow."

"Same difference," Natalia said, dismissively.

"You take that back," said Iris, her normal timidity forgotten. "She may have been transformed, but she's still our Daisy."

"Now hold on, here," interrupted Ashley. "We're all being affected by their milk. I won't claim to be pristine myself. Fuck, I almost want to play with my breasts right now myself."

She held out her well muscled arms. "Calm down, we're bickering like school children."

Iris stared daggers at Natalia. "I'll only stand down if she takes back what she said about Daisy."

Natalia stared at her nails as if they were the most fascinating thing in the room. "I won't," she said finally. "I've only said the truth. Daisy is a bimbo."

Iris looked ready to blow her top, but they were interrupted by a crackling loudspeaker. "Is this working?" came a muffled, familiar voice.

"If you can hear me, you should all enter the airlock."

Iris brushed past Natalia, shoving her aside on her way to the small room. The group was falling apart. Morgan wasn't certain whether that was a good or a bad thing.

That might make them less unified in their resistance against being turned into cows, but it could easily make them more violent in their desperation. She was already seeing the latter from Kylie, and she was worried that one of them might end up paying the ultimate price in their bid to escape.

The familiar voice on the intercom finally clicked together in her mind. That was Kylie on the loudspeaker. Definitely.

But what was she doing in control of the intercom? She hurried to catch up to the rest of them, squeezing inside the small chamber. A flutter of fear rippled within her breast. If Kylie was about to let them go free, this was going to be an escape attempt. That didn't sit well with her.

In her limited time in the facility, she had already formed a significant attachment to her keeper, and didn't want to leave her in the lurch. There was nothing for her on the outside, anyway. She had been a criminal, yes, but that was in the past. She wasn't going to start a new career with this pirate gang. She wanted to stay here and be a good cow.

The wall rotated agonizingly slowly, revealing the outer door in silence on well oiled bearings. Ashley took up position, crouching on her feet, ready to pounce on anyone attempting to stop them.

Nobody did. The hallway outside was clear, cool air cycling from the ventilation system. Morgan's eyes instantly focused on a neon green figure slumped against the far wall. She rushed over to the alien, turning her over to rest her head in her lap.

A shock of surprise tingled through her arms. It was Eve! A raised lump on her forehead had formed where Kylie must have clocked her. She moaned, moving restlessly, but her eyes didn't open. Her rumpled body suit looked small without the personality within livening it with her presence.

She turned to look at the others. "They're not going to forgive us for this," she said, shuddering. "I'm not sure what punishment they'll dole out, but it won't be pleasant."

"Stop worrying about what they're going to do to us," Kylie declared, jogging over with a device in her hands. "If we act fast, we'll be gone before they can react."

She gestured at Morgan. "Leave her," Kylie declared. "She's the enemy." She pursed her chapped lips, giggling maniacally. "Or stay here and become their animal. It's up to you."

Morgan wanted to protest that she wasn't her enemy, but she could do nothing more than arrange Eve comfortably on the ground. She needed help that Morgan didn't know how to give. As they fled, hopefully she could find some way to call for assistance.

It was all she could do to leave Eve behind, a new desire welling up within her. She would find a way to stop Kylie and save her keeper. Eve deserved that much for rescuing her from a terrible fate.

She gritted her teeth and stood. "Fine," she said. "Let's get out of here."

"That's the spirit," whooped Kylie in a crazed fashion, almost jovial.

"So, oh fearless leader, where do we head next? Do any of you know how to read alien script?"

"No, we don't," replied Natalia sharply. "And neither do you. So it doesn't much matter which line we follow, does it?"

She examined the stripes of color on the wall. "I kind of like the neon green color, myself, though that is, of course, the coloration of our captors."

"Alright, then, let's go," said Ashley agreeably, heading off another argument.

Morgan gave her mistress one last apologetic look, rubbing a hand over her cheek. If she stayed here, she would be punished. If she left with the other pirates, she might at least have a chance to convince them to stay. She was torn, but there wasn't a good option open to her.

Sighing, she shuffled forward, lining up behind Daisy. They marched through the sterile, white halls, their generic appearance not giving them any landmarks to remember.

The hallway terminated at another airlock, marked with more alien script. Morgan thought it would be amusing if it dumped them into another cell, but when Natalia pressed the button, the door revealed a large chamber, the sounds of pumping emanating from within.

Two rows of milking frames lined the room on both sides, cows locked into a forward pose as their udders were pumped. Their arms and legs dangled, locked into place on the tubing which made up the frames, rocking forward and back as they were fucked by dildos in the rear.

The room was eerily silent besides the milking sounds, their faces fitted with black masks, mouths plugged open into large O's. Plastic tubing that dropped from the ceiling fed them creamy, white milk, probably a diluted form of the alien liquid. On the front of each mask was a number printed in white, block letters, deformed where each cow's nose and eyes must be. Circular, round speakers were clamped to their ears, built into the masks. They had been dehumanized, nothing more than numbered drones, to drink and be milked. Morgan squirmed, thinking about being in their place.

Was this a filter complex, where cows were sent to process the milk from the general alien populace? It seemed far too small for that kind of work. The kind of industrial operation required would need to be on a tremendous scale. Unless there were banks and banks of rooms like this, she couldn't see how it was possible.

"They're... pregnant," muttered Natalia, resting a hand on top of one of the masks. She felt over the thick surface of the rubber, hand catching on the anatomically sculpted surface. She tugged on the mouth tube, but it didn't budge, fixed securely in place.

The cow ignored her handling, drinking the milk as she swayed back and forth. Her gravid belly wobbled, jostled by the dildos fucking her rear. The cow grunted, gripping hand holds attached to the frame. She shivered, body going slack as she rested her chest into the milkers. The cow must have experienced an orgasm, but the fucking devices didn't stop. Soon, she was rocking again, body synchronizing with the rhythm of submission.

"They're also fully transformed," remarked Ashley, touching a set of milkers as they worked. Morgan thought her hand lingered on the milking cups a tad longer than seemed necessary.

Ashley was right. These must be experienced cows. Their skin was a uniform color, a deep brown. She peered at Natalia circumspectly, comparing their coloration with hers. Natalia still had that creamy complexion from when she had first met her, but the first shots had given her a red ochre tinge. She could easily see her joining this bunch after her transformation was complete.

Morgan walked up to the bondage frame attached to one of the cows and reached her hands through a gap. The cow mooed in protest as she lifted up the back flap on her mask to view the captive's neck. As expected, a telltale circular symbol was imprinted there.

"These are Paired cows," she said, running her fingers over the cow's flank to calm the animal. "Not run of the mill livestock. They're likely processing their mistress' milk right now."

Kylie locked her hands around a bondage frame and tugged. "We could set them free, hopefully cause some confusion to cover our escape."

Iris shook her head. "It would take us a lot of time to figure out the restraint mechanism."

She shivered. "Look at them. They're enjoying themselves."

It was true. In the time they had been there, at least three of the cows had reached an obvious climax. Their soft moos would certainly be disturbing for the less transformed members of the group. To Morgan's ears, it sounded like heaven.

It wasn't quite enough to make her reconsider having children, but it was certainly making the idea more enticing. Her thighs trembled at the thought. Eve impregnating her, strapping her to a milking frame and forcing her to drink her milk. It was almost more than she could bear. How nice would it be to get fucked and suck down her milk without having to worry about the other members of her herd!

It had to remain a fantasy, though. Her keeper was injured, laying on the floor a few rooms back. A cold fear gripped her heart, the gravity of her situation hitting home. They didn't have time to investigate these cows. They needed to leave. Now.

"Don't get distracted by the livestock," Morgan said. "We're wasting time, we need to go."

Natalia nodded assent and led the way to the rear of the room, where a second airlock was situated. They gathered together, a little stunned at what they had just viewed. The moans of happy cows followed them into the small chamber, making Kylie's face twitch.

Daisy was huffing, her face red. "What's with all this hurrying?" she complained, large breasts wobbling. "I'd rather just get milked."

A dumb smile spread over her face. "If I get pregnant do you think I would get special treatment?"

"Why would a dumb bimbo get special treatment?" came an acerbic voice. "All cows should expect to be treated as what they are. Animals."

Surprised, their little group turned around, but before they could react, the newcomer had grabbed Iris, forcefully pulling her out of the airlock, back inside the room filled with milkers.

Catching a glimpse of the alien's face, Morgan was shocked to realize she recognized the alien. It was the one known as 'Heather.' Of all the aliens she had met so far, Heather was the one she least wanted to spend any time with.

Iris struggled, but the alien zapped her, dropping her to the floor in a jumble of limbs. She slapped the door button, waving at them with a bright smile that touched her ears as the chamber rotated. "Keep running, cows," she said. "The keepers are coming to corral you."

Kylie sprung at her, but only succeeded at ramming her arm into the door with a tremendous smacking sound.

"Shit!" declared Kylie in a high pitched voice. "Shit, shit, shit!"

"Now just calm down," said Natalia, looking harried. "We'll come back and get her later, once we've made good our escape. We can't let ourselves be captured."

Kylie kicked the wall with the heel of her foot, cursing as she almost lost her balance. Morgan turned and hid a smirk. They couldn't have actually expected that their plan would work. The Farm was a proper prison, not a simple holding pen. She rather hoped they would all be captured quickly so that she would be reunited with her keeper.

Her smile quickly faded. Did this mean that Eve was okay, or had Heather just been nearby and noticed them escaping? Had they put together a team to intercept them?

The airlock rolled open, revealing an enormous room with large tanks. A maze of pipes greeted them, choking down various access ways to narrow corridors. There were no obvious exits.

"Shit," remarked Natalia. "Finding a way out of here is going to be like looking for a peanut hidden on an asteroid."

Morgan agreed. Finding assistance was going to be much harder than she had first thought.

***

When Iris next woke up, she was locked onto a floating frame. Her chest and belly were supported by a liquid gel, with cutouts for her breasts to fit into. Her arms were folded in front and below her, stuffed through holes in the transparent gel and locked against the top of her pubic area. She jiggled them, but they were stuck tight.

She couldn't even move her legs. Flexing them raised her ass a centimeter or two, but that was the extent of her freedom. She moaned, her mouth jacked open by a metallic gag. Unable to close her lips, drool dribbled down onto the floor.

Her bondage didn't include her neck, but there was nothing much to see. She had been shoved into a small room, with mirrors on all the walls. From the reflections, she could easily see her bare ass along with the rest of her nude body.
She groaned a complaint, but nobody came to answer her distress. She undulated her body like a porpoise, but only succeeded in pressing herself deeper into the gel coating on the bed.

From the reflected view, she could tell that her ass was exposed, butt lifted upwards in the chair. Her front was tilted moderately downward, head directed towards the tiled floor. Her breasts hung straight down, pulled by gravity. Cool air circulated through the gap in the chair, making her shiver as it rushed down her chest.

The worst part was that her chest felt so damn itchy. She squeezed her bound hands into fists, trying to distract herself, but it didn't work. She breathed hard, moaning in frustration as she strained uselessly against her bonds.

She groaned around her gag. The others must have escaped by now or been recaptured. They wouldn't be coming back for her. It was her fault for hanging around in the rear. If she had been just a little more enthusiastic about their escape, that alien wouldn't have been able to ambush her!

She supposed she shouldn't blame herself, she was way out of her element. Tinkering and thinking through a single problem for hours was more her forte, not social skills or escaping prisons. Fuck, she would never have joined the crew in the first place if Natalia hadn't recruited her. It was hard to adjust to being part of a pirate crew, but in time, they had made her feel welcome, in their own ways. She moaned and cried, remembering Ashley's last failed attempt at baking cookies, which had turned into burnt offerings. She sighed heavily, hoping her compatriots were having better luck than she was.

She wasn't certain how long she sat there, but it seemed like an eternity. The itching had finally let up, but the coolness of the circulating air tickled her down to her nethers. A puddle of drool collected on the floor, her neck muscles exhausted from looking around. Leaning her neck forward wasn't much better, but at least she didn't have to see the terrible situation she was caught in.

Her eyes drifted shut with exhaustion, just as a door chimed open. Suddenly alert, she lifted her head to look at her visitor, moaning with dismay.

It was that neon green keeper that Morgan had called 'Heather,' and she was dressed in a very alarming ensemble. She had only caught vague glimpses of keepers in the facility before, but even then she knew that this outfit was out of place.

The black, latex bodysuit seemed fairly standard, but the breast fabric cutouts had been removed entirely in favor of a strict, black corset with buckles running down the center. Each buckle was cinched right with a circular clasp, bearing a mark that looked suspiciously like that of a pie.

There must be some significance behind it, but Iris wasn't sure what that might be. Its presence helped to lift and extend the woman's voluptuous attributes. Not that she needed the help, for her large breasts were swelled with milk, the pale white substance beading on the tips of her nipples.

While this was fairly distracting, it was far from the most alarming part of her outfit. No, that was reserved for the gigantic, black dildo which sprouted from her nether regions like an oversized carrot. Like her breasts, the tip of the penis was dribbling too, but she doubted this was milk.

Her mind refused to believe what was being presented to it, but the alien keeper wasn't waiting for her to catch up. "It's good to see you, cow," she said, stepping further into the room on impossibly high heels.

Iris stared at the sheer height of the boots, still in disbelief. "It's not often I get to punish an escape attempt, and I'm positively stiff."

She bumped her hips and grasped her dildo, a small squirt of liquid escaping its tip. "Cows like you don't know your place until you've been properly fucked. Lucky me, I get to be the one who breaks you in."

She trotted forward, pressing her hand under the chair Iris was bound to. Her chest moved up with a soft hum, her back aching as it was forcefully tilted into the new angle.

In her new position, Iris had no choice but to look up at the keeper. This had obviously been done on purpose. The sadistic alien licked her ruby red lips, stretching them into an unnaturally wide smile. She watched Iris' futile struggles with a hint of delight in her bottomless eyes.

She slapped the side of Iris' cheek, encouraging more slobber to decorate her chin. She grabbed one of the metal loops which kept her lips open wide, tugging at it until Iris wanted to shriek from the ache in her neck. She could just die from the humiliation and discomfort!

Mercifully, the alien tired of this play, bumping up against the chair and setting one of her voluminous breasts in front of the captured pirate. "Still so young, with only four injections," said the keeper.

"It's no wonder that you haven't yet learned your place. I always tell Eve that gentler methods don't get results." She grinned. "None of the cows under me forget who they work for."

She wrapped her hands around her swollen breast, grunting as she pinched her areola with her thumb and forefinger. "It's always more difficult to do this by hand, but in your state I doubt you would be cooperative, so we shall make do."

A dribble of milk formed at the tip of her breast, collecting into a small mass until it had grown large enough to start dribbling down the front. Iris tried to turn her head away, but the alien slapped her.

"You can keep disobeying, but you're only prolonging your own punishment. You will drink my milk. You have no other choice."

Iris groaned, but she knew that this Heather was telling the truth. She was already addicted to the taste of the alien milk, and it was only a matter of time until she succumbed anyway. Wouldn't it be better to make the choice herself? She reluctantly turned back, looking at the keeper with defiance.

"Good cow," said the alien, pressing her large breast into Iris' mouth without preamble. Iris was surprised to find the milk flowing fast already, the sweet, thick substance washing past her tongue into her throat.

"You're drinking my milk. You're addicted to our milk. You love tasting it. You are a cow."

Iris disagreed, but the physical evidence said otherwise. Her body clearly loved this alien's milk, her body juicing now that she was being fed.

The alien stroked the back of her neck, as if she owned her. "Feel it run down your throat, the sticky, sweet liquid filling up your insides, making you dumb. Your brain dribbles down your thighs, arousal spreading as the warmth of my fluids take over your body."

Iris wanted to deny her statements, but they were coming true, just as she had said. The addictive milk was making her dumb, but she needed more of it! When Heather shifted to lift her other breast into place, she giggled like an idiot.

"Yes, drink it all down, you're a drinking slut," said the alien, pinching her nipple to force more of the liquid into Iris' throat.

She swallowed, knowing that she was lost. This alien was too intoxicating for her to resist. She jerked at the nipple eagerly, extending her neck as far as it would go so she could better access the dribbling milk.

Heather sighed, smiling in satisfaction. "They all say they're hot shit until they get a taste of my milk. Then they're just dumb cows. You're a dumb cow."

Iris nodded, breathing through her nose as she obeyed the alien's demand, ducking down to extract as much as she would give her. Her eyes fixated on the breast flesh, hungry for more, but it was getting harder to extract the sweet substance.

Soon, only a trickle was entering her lips, no matter how hard she sucked. Finally, the nipple slipped free with a pop, her lips moving involuntarily.

"Good cow," sighed the keeper. "I would have more to give you, but too much, too soon would put you in a coma. That's why I already shared most of my milk with one of my other eager cows before coming here.

Her dark eyes glowed. "I only give my best milk to the cows that obey the best. If you try harder, you might be able to increase your ranking, but as it stands now, you're just another pedestrian cow."

Iris groaned, reaching out for more milk, but the mistress wasn't having any of it. She slapped her cheek, forcing her questing mouth away. "Patience, cow, you're only suitable for drinking the diluted milk of others for now."

She reached over and toggled a rocker switch on the wall, a black mask descended from the ceiling. Iris looked at her with doe eyes, her lips working.

"I do wonder what goes through the head of a cow like you when you find the opportunity to run? Do you truly believe you can escape? Or is it just a cry for more attention?"

She palmed the mask in her hand, turning it around to show Iris the front. "None of you are better than us, and it falls to me to show you what you really are. You're a number, a small cog in our machine. We control you, and you enjoy what we do to you. You don't think. You don't try to escape. You belong to us, as our cattle."

The mask beeped, a digital display on the front lighting up with 'MU3.'

Heather took a peek at the number. "As expected," she said. "They like to number a herd of cows together. You should be proud that you've been grouped with two high producing cows. Perhaps their production will rub off on you?"

She turned, presenting the back of the mask to Iris' face. "Or perhaps not. You may be fit for nothing more than joining the filter room. Don't worry, cow, we'll find the proper place for you. A cow is always useful, even in menial pursuits."

Iris could do nothing but moan at the keeper's monologue, her thoughts wrapped up in the sweet drug of her milk. Instead of thinking, she only felt. Her body was on fire, each breath bringing another burst of sensitivity. She wanted more milk, to drown in an ocean of the mind killing liquid.

Her breasts were turgid, needy for attention. She could feel droplets of milk forming on the surface of her nipples. Sweat ran down her front, trickling onto the bondage chair. She needed to be touched. She strained her arms without effect.

Heather pressed the mask up to her face, the black interior tasting salty. A hard protrusion nudged against her lips, and she dropped her jaw to allow it entry. The hard rubber nub slipped inside, her teeth setting against a ridge.

The interior of the mask was black, hard muffs pressing against her ears. Tubing worked its way into her nose, a rush of cool air entering her lungs. The back of the mask was strapped around her skull, making it air tight.

Outside sounds were muffled, but she could hear the keeper humming while she worked. She could see nothing, for the mask hadn't been fitted with portholes. A cow didn't need to see what her keeper was doing.

The sensory deprivation only served to make her more sensitive, jumping at every perceived sound. The keeper was shuffling something around.

"You're an average sort of cow, I don't think we need to do anything special for you."

Her chest lurched as she felt fingers running over her breasts. "Your udder hasn't yet come in," the keeper said, sounding disappointed. "I suppose we can't expect every cow in the herd to be a top milker. I was hoping that I would get my hands on one of the Ultras."

She grunted. "There's still room for one such as you."

Cool fingers traced her breasts in a circle, stopping to give each one a friendly squeeze. "Ready for the pressure, cow? One, two, here we go!"

She gasped as her breasts were tugged downwards, a hard plastic pressing against her flesh. A painful vacuum tugged insistently. The milking had commenced.

She didn't have much to give initially, but she could feel a warm glow starting, but only a trickle. The gag in her mouth inflated, trapping her tongue on the floor as the hard, rubber protrusion extended further. A warm spurt of liquid splashed against the back of her throat.

"There, now," said Heather. "A small taste of what being a filter cow is like. All they do is suck and pump their entire shift. Suck and pump."

Iris hummed, drinking the thin liquid with gusto. It was pathetic, but this was all she needed to be happy now. The mechanical manipulation of her breasts had satisfied an itch she couldn't scratch. It was strange to say, but she actually felt happy being used like this.

"Eve likes to claim I'm cruel, but that's not true," said the alien conversationally." Her heels tapped on the floor as she moved around to Iris' rear. "I simply believe that cows should know their place as our slaves, nothing more."

She slapped Iris' ass. "If that means I get to impregnate the herd, all the better!"

Drinking more milk, Iris made no reply, but she could feel the thick length of her mistress' dildo pressing against her nether regions. Heather grabbed big handfuls of both her ass cheeks, pressing them together around her dick.

"These are large, but they'll be so much bigger once your transformation has completed! Large, bulges of red flesh. Yes, I can see your coloration beginning. You're going to be a red cow."

She thrust her waist forward, digging the hard dildo deeper into Iris's ass crack. The friction against her vulva set her off, her body vibrating, becoming wet for her mistress. She needed that thick, black cock inside her. She needed it now.

Heather didn't accommodate her wishes. Instead, she rocked back and forth, rubbing the hard rubber against Iris's privates. All she could manage was a low groan, her nipples spurting more milk in sympathy with her distress.

"It's a natural state of affairs to feel like you need my dick, hard and rigid between your legs. A cow should always desire to be bred by her mistress."

She leaned over her captive, resting her hands on her slave's lower back. "If you're not thinking about being fucked, you're thinking too much," she whispered.

Iris shivered, her breasts wobbling in the suction cups. She gurgled past the milk in her mouth, signaling her distress. She was so wet she could feel lubrication starting to trickle down her thighs. She chewed on the gag in her mouth, the tight rubber mask creaking on her head.

She needed to be fucked. The thought echoed, bouncing around and around in circles. It was the only thing she knew. The keeper was torturing her with the pleasure she was withholding, keeping Iris right on the edge of exploding.

"At about this point, you'll do anything for me, do anything, be anything. You need to be taken, and I will take you. I will take your name, MU3, I will take your life and mold you into a cow slave, a good slave so obedient that you will orgasm on command."

Her voice lowered back to a whisper. "You'll call yourself a cow. You'll think and believe it. By the end of your transformation, you won't want to be anything else."

She laughed. "Because you won't be able to be anything else!"

She leaned back and grabbed her ass. "You look wet!" she declared. "Are you ready for this?"

She prodded at Iris' ass with the tip of her cock, rubbing it in circles. Iris shivered with anticipation, but Heather withdrew against, eliciting another groan of despair. "You're not ready for that, cow. You need to be bred."

Without preamble, she removed the dildo and jammed it into Iris' vagina, sliding it home. The slickness of her canal provided no resistance, welcoming its presence. After all the taunting, it was a blessed relief when the keeper entered her.

The dildo had been made with several bumps over its surface, a mottled rod that filled her to her core. She had been worried that it would bump up against her cervix, but there was no pain as the thick rod pumped in and out of her.

She hummed with pleasure, sucking at the gag which had swelled in her mouth. She was floating, dissociated from reality, her mind as high as a kite. It was true, what the keeper said. She was a slut. She was nothing more than a slave cow.

"Yes, cow, I'm fucking you," said the keeper, satisfaction coloring her voice. "When I trigger my release, I'm going to fill you so full of my sperm you won't be able to walk. You'll be thanking me in a few weeks when that baby bump begins to form and your milk production increases."

Iris shuddered, a burst of pleasure shaking through her body as her mind imagined what it would be like to be gravid with young. Harnessed with a full udder, owned by a keeper who milked her regularly. It sounded fantastic, and all she needed to do was give in and let the sensations carry her into slavery.

The keeper was rutting her like an animal, screwing her with abandon as her milk was efficiently extracted. Her body seemed to fade away, a simple container for the sensations that became her world.

She was nothing more than a hole, a receptacle for her mistress. She was a cow. She was MU3.

"You're an excellent cow, but your current production is just too low. We'll keep giving you injections until you fill out with a proper udder. You're already half way there. I will enjoy fucking you when your new breasts come in."

The keeper rocked forward and kept herself there, the knobbly dildo pulsing within her vagina. Her nether lips spasmed around its presence, wishing for more.

"The tip of my cock is nestled next to your cervix," declared the keeper. "It's going to spurt inside you, making you Mine!"

Warmth spread inside her as her muscles clenched around the intruder. The throbbing pulsation inside her increased with intensity. She almost choked on the next mouthful of liquid, her masked head pushed forward as her body vibrated in orgasm.

Heather pressed tight against her, her pubic area flush against MU3's ass. The thick cock squirted its load inside her, pulsating as it delivered its cargo.

MU3. She was MU3! She repeated the phrase, embedding it in her mind as the cock pulled out her snatch with a wet pop. Liquid drained down her thighs, but she didn't care, the breast pumps still working.

She mooed her contentment, swallowing another mouthful of milk as she relaxed into the frame. The orgasm had overloaded her mind, leaving her helpless to resist the keeper's influence. She belonged to Her. She was Her property. Her mind wandered in the afterglow, thinking about nothing in particular.

She was comatose when the next set of needles were inserted into her neck.

***

They had wandered through the maze of pipes for a few minutes without making any progress. Provisions had been made for maintenance access, but there were no main thoroughfares in the room. Navigating a pipe necessitated a tedious procedure of climbing a set of metal stairs to get down to the other side, or squeezing through small side passages.

They had climbed several sets of such stairs and were resting on top of the fourth crossover, having made no progress towards their goal. Though what precisely they were trying to accomplish beyond running was just as obtuse. All of them were looking for an opportunity, but none jumped out at them.

After the next descent, Daisy crossed her arms. "I'm getting tired of this," she declared, eyeing one of the big tanks they had been crawling around.

It was enormous, at least a story tall, made entirely of shined metal. At the front was a spigot and a pressure gauge. On the side of the tank was a vertical level, indicating that it was over half full.

"What do you think they're storing in there?" she asked, licking her lips.

"Milk," said Natalia dryly. "What else could it be around here?"

"Yes, but from what species?" asked Morgan, now curious.

"Who cares," said Kylie dismissively. "Come on, Daisy," she said, trying to grab her arm. "We've got to keep moving, moving." Her teeth chattered, blood red eyes staring into the distance.

A pipe on the side of the tank gurgled, and the pressure gauge swung. Daisy shrugged off her grip, staring at the piping. "Do you think it could be alien milk? I need to know," she said, smacking her lips.
"Does it matter if it is?" asked Natalia. "There's milk everywhere around here." She sighed. "There's probably some of my milk being stored here somewhere."

Daisy refused to move on. "I need to know," she repeated, her hands fondling a valve.

"No, don't!" exclaimed Ashley, but it was too late.

Daisy spun the valve, a thick milk slurry blasting onto the floor under terrific pressure. A small pool quickly formed, crashing into Daisy's ankles. She didn't seem to care, flashing wild eyes as she scooped up a handful of the liquid. "I was right!" she declared, as the pool of liquid collected about her knees.

The flow wasn't as fast as Morgan had first thought, but there was enough to soon make the floor a hazard. The cloying scent of alien milk filled the chamber, suffusing her nostrils and sparking her appetite. She wanted to drink more alien milk, she wanted it so badly. If she leaned over and scooped up more of their milk, she could take a sip and forget about her past, if only for a moment.

She blinked. Daisy was taking far more than a sip, drinking great handfuls as fast as she could spoon it in. She had all but laid down in the mess, her body awash in a flood of the liquid. "Grab her and let's get out of here!" declared Natalia.

Nobody objected to that command, Ashley and Kylie wading through the delicious fluid to grab Daisy's shoulders. Morgan was surprised the smell of the milk wasn't affecting them as badly as it was affecting her. It was getting hard to think. She chortled, laughing at the two pirates splashing in the pool of milk.

Someone grabbed her by the arm, and she chortled some more. "Come on," said Natalia. "You too. I refuse to leave you in this mess."

A klaxon sounded and the regular lights dimmed, a red light spinning on the ceiling. The tank was expelling yet more milk, spreading out until the entire floor had a thin layer. The level gauge on the tank had only dropped an inch, suggesting that if they waited too long the milk would soon be lapping up to their knees.

Natalia led MU2 through the mess, squeezing past a set of industrial pipes. Morgan didn't protest, a bemused expression on her face. The smell of the milk was having a soporific effect on her and she was feeling a bit dopey.

She didn't look behind to see how the others were coming along with Daisy, but the splashes following them indicated they couldn't be too far. They navigated past an untold number of tanks, the milk level rising up past their heels. Would they drown in this tank farm, a victim of a strange accident? "Milk drowning," she gurgled, rolling the thought past her lips.

"Not today!" declared Natalia. "Milk is for drinking, not for swimming!"

MU2 giggled, knowing that she was under the influence of the milk but unable to stop herself. "We'll have to swim!" she declared. "Do you prefer... breaststroke?"

Natalia groaned. "Please, don't be juvenile, we don't have time for distractions."

MU2 hurried along, squeezing past another set of pipes. "Okay!" she said. "Time to get moo...ving along."

Natalia huffed but didn't respond. The milk must be getting to her as well, as her grip was not as strong as before. It was perhaps for the best that they had reached a wall with an airlock, though milk was running into the chamber.

"Finally!" Natalia declared, leaning over on her knees and breathing hard. "Why is it so difficult to do anything in this place?"

Splashes of milk presaged the arrival of the rest of the pirates. They were struggling with Daisy, who was trying her best to dive into the sea of milk. "I need milk," she declared brightly. "I need it so much, my breasts will pop if I don't get it."

MU2 stared at her breasts, noting that all four of them had swelled sufficiently to be the same size. She cupped her own, feeling the size of her second pair. No, she hadn't yet grown as much as Daisy, but that was to be expected since Daisy had been injected first. She was still a bit disappointed at the lack, but pleased to realize that she would be like Daisy soon enough. A silly little milk slut, only good for serving her mistress.

She wiggled her butt and mooed. Daisy smiled at her and mooed back, happy at having a kindred spirit with her. She stopped trying to get at the milk, pressing towards MU2. Ashley and Kylie let her go as the air lock cycled shut, the milk sloshing as the wall began to rotate.

Daisy stroked MU2's arm, leaning in close. "You're pretty," she said, giggling. "I like your breasts, they're so huge!"

MU2 giggled back. Daisy was totally a cow already. With a name like that, would the keepers even need to give her a new label?

"Would you like to touch them?" she asked.

"Can I?" said Daisy, her eyes roving over the swell of her flesh.

MU2 put her hands under her second pair of breasts, pressing up until the jiggling flesh spilled from her palms. "They fill up so quick, I'm such a good cow!" MU2 declared, a small dribble of milk flowing from her nipples.

Daisy placed her hands on her top breasts, pressing down softly and watching them wobble. "Soft," she remarked, leaning in close and pressing her forehead against them.

MU2 enjoyed the warmth, rubbing her own hands along the other cow's side, feeling around the sides of her breasts. This cow could almost be her twin. Her skin was pale, paler than MU2's, but in a few weeks it would probably be impossible to tell them apart. They would be twin cows, both producing their maximum amount of milk. She felt like a sister to this cow.

Daisy burbled between her breasts, her breath tickling MU2. She laughed, wishing she could spend more time with the cow, but the airlock had cycled open, revealing a room full of more pipes.

Milk sloughed out of the airlock, making a mess on the floor, but there wasn't enough to flood the next room. Natalia heaved a sigh of relief. "I'm glad to be out of that sticky situation."

She turned to the two milky white cows. "What's going on there? How is Daisy doing?

Daisy was trying to press her lips around one of MU2's nipples, but MU2 decided she wasn't having it. Her anxiety was too high to nurse the other cow.

Daisy made a disappointed sound, but MU2 squeezed her shoulder and pushed her back gently. "Let's have some fun later," she said.

Daisy nodded, eager for more. She stood, clasping MU2's hand. Morgan would have been disturbed by the familiarity in her past life, but now that she was a cow it seemed correct.

She blinked, feeling less dopey. The effect of the alien milk must be wearing off since it wasn't nearly as concentrated in this room.

"As much as I'd like to watch this friendly encounter come to fruition, I'm afraid I need to interrupt," said a familiar voice in a dry tone.

Morgan looked up, surprised to see Nina standing there with two other keepers flanking her. Her arms were folded, rubber gloves clasped together. Her face was calm, crow's feet around her eyes showing her age.

"I'm far too old to chase you, so I will begin by asking you to surrender."

The other two keepers, perhaps not sharing her philosophy, pulled long cylinders from their belts, slapping them against their palms. They hummed, an electrical arc running in a circle around the tips. Their lithe bodies were poised, ready to attack.

MU2 was going to bring up Eve, but Daisy interrupted her, dancing onto the floor between the two opposing sides, her breasts dancing in a very distracting manner. "I want to be milked!" she declared, her feet splashing over the remnants of milk on the floor.

She turned to the keepers. "Can I be milked?" she asked brightly, cupping her breasts. "I'm so gosh darn full!"

Her immense udder wobbled back and forth, more milk expressing from her nipples and splashing onto the sodden floor.

The keepers watched her motions carefully, but didn't move. Nina chuckled. "Oh, don't be afraid of her, she's not trying to deceive us. She's already a fully fledged cow. She needs to be milked more than she needs her friend's approval."

Kylie spat at them, a small globule dropping at their feet. She lifted one hand out, a small electric spark shooting from the box she had taken off the keeper she had ambushed earlier. It looked pitiful when compared to the shock sticks the keepers sported.

"I'll never surrender, and I won't let you take Daisy, either! Come at me and I'll st...st...stab you!"

The matriarch didn't even lift an eye at the outburst. "You're not feeling well, my dear. That comes with milk madness, I'm afraid, but the condition is treatable. Come with me and I'll make sure you're well treated."

Kylie yelled a horrible screech and charged the keepers like a mad woman, the stunner tucked low. The keeper on the left raised her stick in preparation to hit her, but Kylie's mad rush turned out to be beneficial. She dove in low, jabbing the stunner against the guard's knee, driving her to the ground before she could complete her blow.

"Come with me, cow," stated Nina, ignoring the melee going on around her. You need to be milked."

Daisy nodded and trotted after her, the other keeper moving in to block Ashley, who pushed forward in an attempt to rescue her. "Wait, come back!" she declared, but Daisy wasn't paying any attention to them, her hand in the keeper's arm and her mind on other matters.

The guard smashed down her baton, Ashley instinctively wrapping her hand around it in an attempt to block it. She shook like a leaf, her mouth wide in a strangled gasp as electricity sparked down her arm.

"Your friends are quite loyal,"' declared Nina to Daisy, wrapping her fingers around Daisy's neck. Daisy melted into the grip, becoming instantly submissive to the keeper, as if a switch had been pulled.

"They have more energy than sense, but that is to be commended in a general melee," she declared, walking Daisy to the rear of the room.

Daisy mooed, the keeper's grip tightening the reins of control on her mind.

Kylie managed to get in a good hit, zapping the keeper pretty good. The keeper slumped forward, narrowly missing hitting Kylie on the shoulder. She yelped as an electrical spark jumped from the end of the stick, tickling her skin.

"Go, get moving!" shouted Ashley. "Press ahead, I'll delay them here!" She lurched forward and shoved the keeper off balance, her shock stick tumbling in the air, slashes of light reflected off her bodysuit.

Kylie tried for a similar body tackle, but her opponent slipped her shockstick into a crack in her defenses, stabbing her in the hip. Kylie shuddered, taking a dive for the floor, her body vibrating uncontrollably.

"Stop, stop!" declared Ashley, moving to the block the keeper's line of assault. "Take me, just let them go!"

Nina turned, a speculative smile on her face, one hand still clasped around Daisy's neck. Daisy grinned with her, but it had a decidedly dumb affect, as if the keeper's clasp had drained all the intelligence from her.

"I accept your offer," she said, gesturing at her guards.

One of them grabbed Ashley and pushed her forward roughly, the other recovering to fend off any further attempts at rescue by Kylie. Kylie wasn't in shape to make another attempt, however, trembling as she made her way to her knees, shivering as she swore.

"What did you hope to accomplish with this behavior?" asked the older keeper, wrapping her other hand possessively around Ashley's neck. One of the other keepers pressed the end of a shock prod into her side in case she made an attempt to escape.

"Daisy is like a little sister to me," said Ashley, simply. "I will always fight for her. No matter what happens to me."

"A nice sentiment, but unnecessary," declared Nina. "You will all be taken care of equally."

Nina nodded at the rest of the pirates, who were busy trying to find another way out of the chamber. "Go ahead," she said. "Run like rats in a maze. There's no escape."

"Try to flee if you must, but we'll find all of you eventually. You're cows. You'll never leave the Farm."

She tromped off with her captives, her guards backing away from the three remaining cows, brandishing their shock sticks. Their beady, black eyes watched them carefully, but none of them was ready to make another attack.

"Wait, wait!" shouted MU2. "Is Eve okay?"

"Eve is fine," replied Nina, shooting her a glare. "No thanks to you."

Morgan sagged, looking at the ground as they left, relief mixed with regret. She wished she had been able to do more for her keeper, but in the end she had failed, like she always did.

She sighed and helped Kylie to her feet, who shrugged off her help. "That didn't go well," she declared. "What do we do now?"

Natalia's face was sallow. "I.. don't know," she said. She looked deflated.

"Fuck," said Kylie. "You're useless."

She marched off to the other side of the room, looking for an exit.

Natalia looked away, eyes misting. She hugged herself with her arms, tapping her fingers nervously.

Morgan leaned against the wall and rested her hands on her thighs, her arms shoved aside gently by her large breasts. "This is different than what you're used to," she said, without looking at Natalia. "The team cohesion is not what it used to be. They're all giving in to their own selfish interests."

She raised an eyebrow and shifted her gaze to look directly at Natalia. "It's not your fault. This place is affecting all of us."

Natalia's lips twisted. "Of course it's my fault," she said bitterly. "I'm the one in charge. Everything is my responsibility. They rely on me to come up with the plans. If I can't, then I'm useless."

Her expression was frightening. Morgan blanched, uncertain what to say to that. She wasn't a psychologist. She was hardly more than a two bit thief. She firmed her lips. "If there are no plans, then the plan can't go wrong, can it? Come on, let's try to help Kylie."

She marched towards the other cow with confidence, not letting the fact that Kylie was probably insane slow her down.

This escape attempt was no longer about escaping. There had been no chance of escape from the start. No, this was about surviving without having a complete mental breakdown.

***

Daisy and Ashley marched with precision, forced along by the keeper. Daisy was having problems, unsteady on her feet. The milk she had drunk from the storage tanks had gone straight to her head, and she was feeling drunk.

Fortunately, the keeper had a strong grip, or she might have taken an unfortunate spill several times. She giggled at her imbalance, her weighty breasts wobbling with each step. She could feel her thoughts draining, draining into her milk sodden breasts, the flesh expanding and swelling as they were soaked with liquid.

They were already getting taut, and she longed for the feel of suction to drain her. It was a never ending cycle of drinking and pumping. She was so happy it would never stop. A dumb smile lit her face.

Daisy paid no attention to the corridors they were passing, but they seemed to be walking quite a distance. She mooed as her breaths became more uncomfortable, her back aching from the weight of her new udder. Cows were not meant for long distance hiking, they were meant for milking and fucking! She wished for both in equal measure.

They approached a four way intersection, the tiled floor warm under her large feet. Another alien awaited their presence, taller than Daisy, with a shiny, neon green coloration. The alien looked young, far younger than the keeper which was holding her reins.

Her eyes immediately dropped to the alien's breasts, a deep hunger rising within her belly. They were perfect globes, round and full, ready to be milked, just like hers. She wanted the soft flesh between her lips. The need was almost unbearable. She made a low groan, subvocalizing her desires.

The alien smiled, looking Daisy up and down with an appraising glance. "This is your other promising candidate, mashim'be? I was surprised to hear that a second Ultra was found within a single herd, much less that I would be the next trial keeper."

The older keeper grunted. "I haven't seen this happen for at least a generation. The last time it ended in disaster. Make sure you take a firm hand. Ultras need their keepers, far more than regular cows do."

Ashley twitched in her grip. "Who are you, and what are you going to do with Daisy?"

She seemed far from ready to accept that Daisy was livestock to be handled by keepers. Daisy rolled the word around in her head. Handled. She juiced, liking the sound of being controlled. She mooed again, dipping her head at the new keeper.

Nina flexed her grip, holding onto Ashley tighter. The woman's thick muscles relaxed, leaning into the strong grip of the keeper. "Daisy will be taken care of by Nora. Daisy will be her only focus. You need to worry more about your own situation. We haven't yet located a candidate for you, so I will have to take a personal interest in your case.

Ashley shivered, but stopped protesting, almost meek under the keeper's hand. Daisy snorted, wiggling her butt. They were livestock. They would trust in their keepers, and allow themselves to be handled.

It was disconcerting when the keeper released her grip on Daisy's neck, pushing her forward into the arms of Nora. Nora reacted quickly, however, reestablishing control over the cow by wrapping her own hand around Daisy's neck.

With the warmth on her neck replaced by a new keeper, Daisy mooed happily. This was all as it should be. She was being kept by her keeper.

Her large, doe brown eyes roved over Ashley, who sagged in Nina's grip. There was a wicked glint in the keeper's eye. "This one is feisty, ready for action. Let's see how she does as a bull."

She shook her new captive by the neck in a show of dominance. Despite Ashley's size, she appeared totally under the keeper's control. The two alien guards at her sides were completely superfluous.

Nina shifted her gaze to the other alien. "Nora, make sure your new cow is bred as soon as possible. Unlike regular cows, milk production in Ultras is exponential the longer they are pregnant."

Nora dipped her head. "You have taught me well, mashim'be. I may be green, but I have complete confidence in my abilities."

Nina snorted. "The confidence of a fool. Very well. The only way to gain experience is to try and fail. Try to make sure you don't fail too often."

Nora grinned and dipped her head again. "I will do my best to let you down," she said in a light tone. "You know I practice failure daily."

Nina squeezed Ashley's neck, forcing her to sag further. "Take a firm hand and make absolutely sure you Pair with her," she declared, ignoring the jibe. "There is no room for a mistake on that front." A shadow drew across her face. "That's the only mistake that matters," she said, bitterly.

"Don't worry, mashim'be, I won't let you down," declared Nora, rubbing Daisy's side. Daisy leaned into her, bringing her weight to bear on the smaller keeper. The keeper grunted, chuckling as she shifted to support the heavier cow.

Clicking her tongue, she pressed her free hand into Daisy's side, tickling with her fingers. Daisy jumped, mooing in surprise at the sensation. She hadn't expected the keeper to do that!

She stood at attention, not wanting to attract more tickling from Nora. The hand on her neck massaged her gently, making her feel at home. The pressure changed, forcing her to turn and walk with her keeper down a side passage.

Ashley bucked under the older keeper's hand, but an extra squeeze forced her to subside as Nora marched Daisy past them. Daisy smiled, giving Ashley a wink and a wave. Ashley gaped, in no shape to acknowledge her airy gesture.

Daisy wasn't feeling too bad about all this. She had been given a keeper of her own and she was probably going to be milked. How exciting! Ashley would get a chance to experience the joy of being a cow as well!
She concentrated on walking, the warm hand clasped around her neck, guiding her. She hummed as she marched, truly happy to be guided by the firm hand of a keeper. She hoped that she would be allowed to suckle her breasts soon. She really needed to drink more milk. Her eyes glazed as she imagined the thick paste coating her mouth. How much sweeter would the taste be once she was drinking it from her own keeper?

In this bemused reverie, the ground fell away from her feet. Almost in a trance, she trod forward, pausing only when her keeper gave her a corrective nudge. "We're getting close, MU1," declared Nora.

"That's your new classification, by the way. New herds are numbered chronologically, and since you had your injections first, you get to be the first! How exciting!"

She marched behind her captive, stroking her hand underneath MU1's breasts. "I intend to train you to be our number one milker as well."

MU1 bounced on her feet, her breasts jumping up and down in her keeper's hands. She mooed loudly in agreement. It wasn't that she had forgotten how to speak, it just didn't seem necessary. She didn't need to say anything to signal her affirmation.

Nora chucked, moving her along faster. "I've been waiting my entire adolescence for this moment - becoming a mature adult and taking care of my very own cow. It's all I've dreamed of. And now you're finally here! I really do hope this all works out. I don't want to be like my sister."

Her voice was a little uncertain, but it firmed up. "No," she stated with determination. "Everything will be fine."

She squeezed on MU1's neck, eliciting another pleased moo from her cow. "You're so easy to deal with," she said in her liquid smooth voice. "All of the cows I trained with were far more rambunctious than you!"

MU1 tilted her head and looked at her keeper, as much as she would allow, forming a bubble with her lips. She popped the bubble and gave her a dumb smile. "Moo!" she declared, shaking her body eagerly.

This keeper was a little slow, she couldn't tell what her good cow wanted. She wanted to be milked. She shook her body and cupped her teats, letting her breath out in a long moo.

When her keeper just giggled at her antics, MU1 stopped moving and gave her a serious look. "I need to be milked," she said succinctly. "Now."

Taken aback, Nora looked her up and down. Her smile returned. "I like a cow who knows what she wants," she declared. Let's go get you taken care of. We're almost there anyway."

MU1 mooed and trotted after her keeper, letting the dumb facade settle back over her face. It was far easier to act brainless, but only if it was getting her what she wanted. Satisfied that her keeper would take care of her, she wiggled her butt and did a little dance as she walked.

"Almost there, cow," declared Nora, pressing her hand onto a reader. The scanner beeped, a thick metal door rolling to the side on well oiled tracks.

The interior was small, about as large as a bedroom, the center graced with two chairs. The one on the right had the impression of a butt, built out of medical grade plastic. Two large, thick dildos were built into the chair, black rubber protrusions waiting to be nestled inside her warm tunnels. The other chair was a simple examination stool, probably used for milking. Not nearly as interesting.

MU1 eyed the chair hungrily, knowing her place. When Nora let her go, she didn't need to be told to turn around and sit in the blue plastic chair, or that the dildos should be plugged into her vagina and ass. She just needed to do it, without question.

The penis dildo was the larger of the two, the knob at its end thick and ready to part her perineum. She maneuvered the toy into position, nudging it inside without teasing herself. She was already so wet her vagina vacuumed it up inside her with a wet squirt. Nora was impressed.

"How much practice do you have?" she asked, watching with amazement as the former pirate grabbed the second, smaller protrusion and aimed it at her ass.

"I'm a bit of a size queen," confessed MU1, a secret smile lighting her face. "I've taken a lot of dicks. Some of the thickest cocks can be found at Alpha Orion, where they intentionally breed their males for size." She looked around. "I mean moo, moo!" she declared while waving her arms, pretending to be a dumb cow.

Nora waved her hand. "There's no need for deception," she declared. "Cows aren't expected to be idiots, despite the popular stereotype."

Her black eyes glistened. "All we require is your obedience, not your intelligence."

MU1 smiled. "Okay," she said, popping the second dildo inside her ass, flexing her butt to suck the girth of the protrusions inside her with little effort. "But don't let Kylie know. She would be devastated if she knew that I find being a cow to be fucking hot. It's much better to let her believe I've been brainwashed to enjoy it."

Nora chuckled. "Well, of course, you have. You're completely addicted to our milk, and it's quite easy for me to put you into a trance. Would you like a demonstration?"

MU1 shook her head. "Not right now. Save that for when I'm on the edge. It would be fucking hot to get tranced right as I'm about to explode."

She settled onto the dildos with a sigh, enjoying the feeling of fullness as they squashed into her privates. "I like the wall mounted milking stations, but they're somewhat difficult to use. Have you thought of providing portable milking solutions for your cows?"

"Yes," replied Nora, patiently, "but it's not a good idea to provide them for newly integrated herds. Durability is always a problem."

MU1 grunted, rocking back and forth on the dildos. "I like being fucked," she declared, "and I don't like having to wait so long between sessions. My body wants it too bad to wait."

"Yes, I can see that's going to be an issue." She swayed her body in front of MU1, sitting down on the stool. She folded her hands in her lap, biting her lip as she thought. "How often do you feel the need to be milked?"

"It's pretty bad right now," sighed MU1. She palmed her breasts and tweaked her nipples, which responded with weak spurts of milk.

"And how long ago has it been since you've last been milked?"

"Oh, gosh," she moaned. "Probably yesterday evening? We've been on the run all morning, and I've missed breakfast, too."

She looked at her keeper, hopefully. "Not right now, MU1," Nora replied, amused. "I have to deal with your more urgent needs first. Besides, you've already had a snack, haven't you?" She gave her cow a severe look, which MU1 studiously avoided.

"As I expected," she said smugly. "I could slap you into an automated milking harness, but where's the fun in that?"

She stood and opened a stainless steel side cabinet. "Ah, that's what I was looking for."

She retrieved a piece of molded plastic in the form of two catchment cups. A stretchable cord was looped around the rear. Turning, she brought the device over to MU1 and laid the cord around her neck. The device hung down, sliding underneath her swollen breasts.

Curious, MU1 looked downwards. It didn't appear to be anything special, simply two large bowls with small holes in the bottom of each. Nora retrieved a plastic tube and secured it to the bottom of the device by pushing the end of the hose around a graduated nozzle, which held it in place with friction.

Befuddled, MU1 looked at Nora, a question in her eyes.

"Not so intelligent now, are we, cow?" Nora smirked, sitting on her examination chair and rolling close.

"Sometimes what a cow needs is the personal touch. It's not the most efficient way to milk you, but it will give us some time to get to know each other before I blow your brains out with mechanized pleasure. Let's begin."

She wrapped her hand around MU1's lower right breast, bringing the end of her tit forward to sit over the plastic cup. "This is actually the first method we're taught as children, straight out of school. It's more to teach us how to handle our own needs, but it's also a great backup method when all else fails."

MU1 frowned as Nora wrapped her fingers around her tit, squeezing it gently between her thumb and forefinger. "Exactly how often do things fail around here?"

"Oh, not often," she replied cheerfully. "But when they do, things can go bad quickly." Her expression darkened. "Ask my grandmother, she's probably one of the only ones around here who remembers."

MU1 hissed, satisfied when the trickle of milk from her first nipple became a gusher. "I'm just satisfied when things go the way they're supposed to." She closed her eyes and pressed her chest forward into her keeper's soft hands.

She hummed to herself, satisfied as her milk flowed regularly, splashing into the basin below. "So what do you think of your herd?" asked Nora, working her fingers to keep the flow running.

"Oh, them?" MU1 waved her hand. "They're never satisfied with anything, so why should they start now?"

She wiggled her butt on the dildos, biting her lip with satisfaction. "Iris is woefully undersexed, Kylie wants to fuck everybody, Ashley lifts weights all day, and Natalia pretends she knows what she's doing. It can get rather tiring."

Nora shifted her attention to MU1's lower left breast as the one she had been working on dried to trickle. "But you've traveled with them for several years, what keeps you together?"

"Hmm," MU1 considered. "It's not their sparkling personalities, or the amazing sex I can get at our ports of call. No, it's the companionship. It's awfully lonely traveling all the parsecs of space by yourself. Ask me, I've spent far too many years as a solo smuggler. You can start to go crazy and fall in love with your AI."

Her milk flowed like a river, swirling in a circle as it drained down the catchment cup. "Did you fall in love with your AI?" asked her keeper, her lips twisting in amusement. "Did you write it a romance novel, or buy it a bouquet of flowers?"

MU1 grimaced. "I probably should have, it saved my life far more often than any of my lovers." She shifted, sighing as her second breast dribbled its last bit of milk.

Nora started on the next one, working methodically to drain the precious liquid from her cow. "No luck on that front? Do you have anyone that's special to you?" There was a small catch in her voice, but she hid it well.

"No," MU1 replied sourly. "They were all dead ends." She shook her head. "Let's not talk about them."

"Okay," replied Nora brightly. She tapped at the nipple on MU1's right breast, bright dots of milk expressing from its surface. "This one's going to be a gusher!" she declared.

MU1 gritted her teeth, wishing the milking would go faster. Ah well, it was merely a sign that she was producing well.

"You know, I suspect you're only at half capacity," declared Nora. "Once we get you bred, you're going to balloon up so quick I won't be able to milk you by hand any more!"

"Bred?" asked MU1, frowning. She wasn't too keen on getting fucked by a male at the moment. Not with the lovely dildos already working their way back and forth inside her canals.

"Yes, bred," replied the keeper smoothly, toggling a hidden switch under MU1's chair. The dildos inside her nethers roared to life, bouncing up and down and twisting inside her. MU1 moaned, clenching her fists.

"You seem a little ambivalent," she continued, working at MU1's breast. "Are you not My cow. Do you not belong to Us? Believe me when I say that in a few minutes you will want to be bred, to be my fuck toy more than anything in the universe."

MU1 groaned, the milk trickling from her sodden breast until she ran dry. "Only one more left!" declared her keeper. "How long can you stop yourself from orgasming while I work on your last breast? Your udder is almost empty!"

She grinned at the writhing cow. "Then the fun really begins. I'm going to force you to orgasm while my milk splashes down your throat. When you're fuller than you could ever have imagined, that's when I shall allow you to orgasm."

"Your silly little thoughts will crash against one another as you squirt them out your vagina. At that point you won't care what I do to you. You won't care how much semen I pump into your fertile uterus. Your belly will swell with our offspring. You will serve us as your body becomes a veritable milk factory, and you will know that you are owned. You will truly be My cow."

While she was talking, she had been vigorously milking MU1's last breast, gushes of milk escaping her body as her words implanted themselves in MU1's mind. The fantasy was so arousing. She wanted to be under her keeper's control. To be her breeding slut.

The dildos inside her hammered back and forth, stirring her libido further. Her keeper was still talking, her words infiltrating her thoughts. "You want to submit to me, you're feeling submissive. I'm milking your breast, your milky thoughts are draining through and out of you like a river. With every gush of milk another ounce of resistance is expelled from your body. Why worry? I will take care of you."

MU1 moaned, rocking along with the rhythm of the dildo. "Aww," said her keeper. "It looks like you're all out. What a shame."

MU1 nodded, watching the last trickle of milk spiral down into the milk cups. The milk drained out the holes in the bottom, gravity feeding the liquid through the tubing below. Soon there was nothing left.

"What a good cow," murmured her keeper. She gathered the catchment basin from around her cow's neck. "There, all done," she said, smiling as she watched MU1 shivering on the vibrating dildos, her nipples still erect from stimulation.

Setting the device aside, she made a happy noise as she sat down on her chair and rolled up to her cow. She moved the chair in close, hugging MU1 and kissing her on the nose. She placed her hand on the back of MU1's neck, squeezing her in just the right place.

MU1 sank into her grip, eyes rolling as her keeper's large hand wrapped around her neck like a collar. She knew it was strange, but the sheer dominance of her keeper's grip was almost sufficient to make her orgasm in and of itself.

"You are so ready to drink my milk," declared Nora.

She removed her hands and pulled off the snaps on the flaps of rubber that hid her breasts. The expanding flesh pushed through the flap, nipples swelling as they hit the cool air. Her pink areolae were huge, white milk forming on their surface.

"You need this," she declared, and MU1 knew it was true. She needed that flesh in her mouth, to drink of her milk and filter it for her mistress. She was Her cow.

Mistress took pity on her, raising her chair and pressing in close to offer her breast to her cow. In awe, MU1's mouth dropped open, going slack as the soft flesh pressed against her lips. As if by instinct, her lips began to move, suckling on the warm, thick surface. Milk sprayed from her keeper's nipples, painting her mouth.

She drank, body taut as she swallowed and moved her hips, doubling the stimulation her body was receiving. She moaned, sucking for all she was worth.

"It's too late for you, you're all mine," Nora declared, eyes lighting as she wrapped her hand around MU1's neck again.

MU1 sucked, straining her throat. She was Owned. This was her Mistress. She lived to serve as Her cow.

Her eagerness drained the breast rapidly, leaving her straining for more. Nora obliged her by switching breasts, ensuring that she remained somnolent. She kept drinking, her mind blanketed by her keeper's milk. She wasn't pretending now, her thoughts were all focused on drinking as much as she could as fast as she could. There was no rationality left. Only obedience.

"Do you want to know a secret?" asked Nora, coyly. "They call this a breeding chair. Want to find out why?"

She clicked a button underneath the chair and the dildo in her vagina swelled further, bursting open with a fierce throbbing as it delivered its warm cargo deep inside her.

Nora leaned in close, her wide lips gently touching her cow's ear. "You're going to be a mother," she whispered.

MU1's vision whited out with the strongest orgasm she had ever experienced in her life.