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“Is it Jessica?” She hops up from the floor, swaying for a moment as she gathers her equilibrium.

“I think so. But Nagán is here. Whatever is happening, he’ll make sure she’s okay.” Racing toward the wall, I open it back up to see what I can possibly have her wear when she speaks with her mother.

Since cows aren’t typically allowed to be dressed, we don’t keep clothing on hand for them. Frowning, I sift through until I find something akin to loungewear. It will be big on her, but it will be a lot more comfortable than the suit.

“Up on the bed. Mind me. I don’t have time to argue.”

She nods, her expression serious. Thankfully, she seems to understand the urgency and obeys me without hesitation. Grabbing the tail, I do my best to ease it into her awaiting bottom. I’m sure Vrokjan can spare the few minutes it takes to not harm my precious cow.

Her soft moan as I push the metal tip into her ass has my cock pulsing once more. Soon, I promise myself. Soon. Once I know Vrokjan and Jessica are okay, I’ll prepare my lovely Highland for dinner.

Pulling away, I give her a soft kiss on top of her head and race over to the communicator. All it takes is a few strokes of keys and the monitor transforms into something similar to what she would have access to on Earth.

“I’m not sure which program you communicate with, but all should be here. Remember what you’re supposed to tell her. All transmissions will be recorded, so I’ll know if you say something you shouldn’t.”

Fiona rolls her eyes at me. “Like what? Hey Mum, I’ve actually been kidnapped by aliens. They’re big blue fuckers who like to drink my milk while they fuck my pussy. Oh, by the way. Did I mention I’m a cow now? The poor woman would try to have me committed. Don’t worry. Your salacious, dirty secrets are safe with me.”

Her face falls as she looks out at the empty field. “Please make sure Jessica is okay. I worry about her.”

The kindness she shows tears at my heart. Holding her close, I kiss her head once more before pulling away. Hopefully, whatever is happening is only affecting Jessica. I don’t know what I would do if I lost Fiona.

Chapter 17

Fiona

My heart pounds in my chest as I watch Master Antroli finish getting dressed. He must have a lot of trust in me to allow me access to his communication device. Pulling myself up into as tight a ball as I can, I will my pulse to slow.

I’m still not sure how much they can hear, see, or sense, so there’s no point in allowing him to know the anxiety racing through me. Dragging in a deep breath, I count to five, hold it for five, then release it for five. After a few rounds of square breathing, I find I’m able to breathe again without terror zipping down my spine.

“Don’t worry, my sweet pet,” he reassures me, kissing me once more on top of my head. “With Nagán here, she will be well. I know it. He’s a master at his profession.”

“Before you leave…” Master Antroli pauses, his lips quirking up into a soft smile. It really would be cruel to break his trust like I’m planning. “I have no idea what time it is there. I don’t want to wake my parents.”

“Ahhh. Yes.” Walking over to the machine, he hits several buttons.

Soon, the screen fills with stars, planets, and other things I can’t identify. He flips through them so fast, I cannot see all the names, but I know they’re nowhere near the milky way. Eventually, they slow down until Earth comes into view. My heart pounds again, but for a far different reason.

Homesickness nearly swamps my senses, making me sway a touch on the bed. Or maybe it’s hunger? Who knows? It could be arousal. At this point, I can’t tell anything with my body anymore. Nothing acts as it should.

Wrapping my arms around my waist, I watch as he zooms in, turning the planet until he’s on Scotland. If the numbers are correct, it’s noon there. The day after Christmas. I missed Christmas.

Was it just a few hours ago I was celebrating with my coworkers? It feels like weeks have gone by. But no. It’s been a day. One day on Earth. Thankfully, I called my family before all this. I would have been devastated to know I missed seeing them on Christmas.

“Does this work for you?” His deep voice startles me out of my thoughts, drawing my eyes to him.

“I don’t normally call her this often, but she would want to know sooner rather than later.”

“I understand.” Again, he clicks on some keys and the world disappears, leaving just Scotland up on the screen. “Now, we’ll know what time it is with just a simple glance. Everything else should be set up for you.”

“Thank you. I certainly know my way around social media. I should be fine. Please go. You’re needed there more than here.”

“You truly are one-of-a-kind, my pet.”

I give him a weak smile, allowing him to continue to think it’s worry for Jessica that has my stomach in knots. Granted, it’s part of the panic threatening to eat away at me, but it’s far more than that.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can. You’ll need to be milked before dinner.”

Heat tinges my face as he slips out into the house, leaving me alone with my devious thoughts. Craning my neck, I stare at the door for several moments before sliding off the bed to put on the clothes he left out for me. Who knows how much time I truly have?

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