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Closing my eyes, a ghost of a smile teases the edges of my lips. Even now, I can hear her spouting their attributes: strong, hard-working, honest, kind. But honestly, hasn’t Master Antroli exhibited these things as well?

Laughably, he’s also a Rancher just like they are. Only, he farms humans where they tend to actual cattle. Mighty difference, but still the same where it counts.

Thing is, they’ve never sparked my interest. I’ve never wanted to debase myself for their pleasure. Yes, they’re good and kind, but they’re too good. I can’t even come close to imagining getting an all fours and mooing for them, much less pissing on fake grass.

Master Antroli pulls things out of me the McMurry twins never would, and no doubt, never will. While it’s true, the serum has amplified every sensation to the point of almost exquisite pain, I’d like to think my body only responds to Antroli. I’d like to think the hidden desires he brings to the surface are all because of him.

“I’m waiting, heifer.”

Chapter 15

Fiona

Unsure of what to do with the towel, I clutch it to my midsection and walk back into the room. All thoughts of the McMurry twins flee my brain as I watch Master Antroli stroke himself next to the bed. His fingers glide down the round, bulbous sections of his cock until his hand stretches out so wide near his hips that he can’t even close it around the girth.

He groans as bits of skin quiver at the base, dancing along his skin in a way my brain can’t fully comprehend. It doesn’t matter though. The lurid sound dripping from his lips makes my body tingle from head to toe as arousal gathers at my pussy.

“Why do you still have that infernal cloth? I told you to remove it.”

“I- Well- You see… I wasn’t sure where to put it. And I didn’t want to mess up your lovely bathroom.”

A smile teases the edges of his lips as he strides forward and plucks the towel from my grasp. “I have been remiss in my education. I apologize.” Turning, he motions for me to follow him back into the bathroom.

There, on the wall just behind the door, he places his hand over a decorative circle. At least, I think it’s decorative. That is, until his hand suctions onto it. When he holds the towel in front, it’s sucked out of his hand without any hesitation.

Fascinated, I walk over and wave my hand in front, giggling as I feel the pull of the air dragging through it. So simple, yet so genius. I feel as though I’ve seen something similar on Earth in one of those late-night infomercials. However, being on Icora, it seems far more advanced.

“All dirty items are sucked up in here and taken down to the washroom. Sometime during the day, it will be replaced by the workers. Now then, on the bed. You’ve delayed the inevitable long enough.”

My knees quake as I follow him to the bed. Nothing he’s done so far has been just horrendous. Unfortunately, my brain isn’t wanting to dwell on the pleasurable sensations delivered by his hand. Now, it wants to conjure up every sci-fi horror movie I’ve ever seen.

Is this when implantation happens? I’m being ridiculous. I know it. In my heart, I know he wouldn’t harm me on purpose. But that still doesn’t mean he can’t harm me by accident. I’m not a short woman by any means. Yet, this behemoth overshadows me by at least half a foot or more.

He stops short and turns, his mouth turned down into a fierce frown. “Why are you frightened? I have no raccoons here.”

A hysterical laugh slips from my lips as I contemplate the utter ridiculousness of that sentence. “It’s not the raccoons I’m worried about. Then again, I’m not sure if I even want to think about what an Icorian raccoon would look like or act like. I’m sure it would be huge and unhinged.”

“Then what frightens you, sweet cow?”

Sliding past, I climb onto the bed and pull my knees into my chest so I can rest my head on them as best as my new boobs will let me. When that doesn’t work, I turn to my side and curl up that way. Master Antroli frowns, his brows dipping a bit as he sits on the edge.

“I’m worried you’ll hurt me.”

His smile returns full force, showing off a row of blinding white teeth. “But you like it when I hurt you. I plan to cause you such delicious agony that you can’t help but shake the ranch with the force of your moo.”

My lips quiver into a weak smile. “That’s not what I mean. I mean… maybe hurt isn’t the word. Harm? You’re so big, and I’m not allowed to fight you or say no.”

His eyes darken a touch as he stands up and paces back and forth. His lips tilt down as he rubs his finger underneath, presumably in thought. “No,” he eventually sighs. “You can’t say no to me or any other Rancher for that matter. It’s a concern to be sure. But understand this, I never fully break my pets. I’m not like other Icorians who dominate by sheer will and force. I want you to submit to me. I want you to crave my ownership.”

Pausing, he kneels down and reaches out to run his fingers down the side of my face. “I cannot predict the future. I cannot tell you I will never harm you. Accidents happen. But I can tell you I will try my damndest to mitigate any risk. You are the most precious thing I own. I will burn all of Icora down to keep you safe.”

My heart pounds in my chest at his words. But at the end of the day, I’ll always be his cow and he’ll always be my Master and Owner. Closing my eyes, I lean into his touch, allowing myself to feel the affection flowing from him. I don’t dare think of it in childish terms as love.

He hasn’t known me long enough for that. Lust, most definitely. But love? Can a Rancher even feel such a thing towards something he considers an animal? It’s hard to think he doesn’t when he touches me with such tenderness, such reverence.

It heals something in my heart, pieces together broken, jagged edges I didn’t even know were there. Though forever seems so absurd, so far away, I can certainly indulge in the here and now. With Master Antroli, I feel far less alone.

“Your mind is so far away, Fiona,” he murmurs, running his thumb over my bottom lip. “Where does it go?”

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