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No one here would hurt her, but that doesn’t mean she hasn’t succumbed to the elements or something else. My breaths come in haggard pants as I make my way across our property. When I find her, I will tan her hide, then fuck her senseless. She’ll learn to never scare me like this again.

Chapter 25

Fiona

The sun beats down on me, making my movements wooden and heavy. Groaning, I lean against the fence for a moment and catch my breath. Here, there’s nothing but silence. No tittering of other women, no idle gossip that means nothing to me.

Peace.

Looking over my shoulder, I realize just how far I’ve gone. The ranch house is no longer visible. Neither are the other cows. It should frighten me. Instead, I feel free. Gazing along the fence, I look at the property line. At least, I assume it’s the property line. Why else would there be fences here if not to keep others in or out?

Not much further until I reach the very end. Gritting my teeth, I force myself to continue crawling. My very core longs to be as far away from everything as possible. At least until the pain dies down. Knowing Master Antroli, he’ll come gather me before too much longer.

I squint up into the sky, doing my best to judge the time. With three suns, it’s a bit disorienting. At home, I had no problem making educated guesses. Here, I’m just doing my best. Maybe it’s not nearly as long as I thought. If I hurry, I’ll be able to huddle into the corner of the fence and allow my heart to bleed.

Yes, I’m being dramatic. No, I don’t give a fuck. It’s one thing to know there are differences between an alien race and my own, but being at the brunt of it is a far different thing. It’s not his fault. I know that. My mind knows it. My heart, fickle fucker it is, wants to rant and rail about how unfair it is.

I keep thinking he’ll relate to me like a human. But he’s not. He’ll never be. It’s a pipe dream, a longing that will never happen. Deep in my soul, I thought I accepted him for what he was, but now I’m not so sure. Can I really make a life with someone so fundamentally different than me?

It was different when I knew I’d have a best friend to talk to and commiserate with. Now that she’s gone... Fat tears roll down my cheeks, blurring my vision as I put one hoof in front of the other. I foolishly thought I cried everything out. Boy, was I wrong.

My shoulders burn with every inch I gain. My thighs scream at me as I force one knee in front of the other. But it’s a good pain. It’s a pain I’m used to, one I’d experience when working at the dojo. Sweat drips down my spine as I push myself, reminding my body of what I once was.

On Earth, I wasn’t a pampered house pet. I was a force to be reckoned with. In this small way, I can reclaim a little bit of what was lost. My breath comes out in panted gasps as I scream on the inside. Just one more foot. That’s it. You can do it. Almost there.

At the corner where the fences meet, I collapse in the dirt. A little ways down, there’s a gate, but I pay it no mind. No doubt that’s where Master Antroli is going to come in his alien craft to force me home. My arms and legs twitch as my muscles try to spasm up.

It was stupid of me to make this journey with no water around. Foolishly, I thought there would be troughs or something along the way. But then, what cow would actually venture out this far without a Master or Ranch Hand? The other humans seemed far more content to stay near the barns, just lounging in the sun.

Not me though. I can’t let myself get like that. I refuse to exist only to be milked and fucked. Just because it’s good enough for them doesn’t mean I can be satisfied in the same way. I wasn’t on Earth, and I won’t be here.

Once things get back to normal, I’ll have to make sure I do something to push my body daily. I can’t allow myself to get so weak and complacent. Perhaps I can do kata while I’m learning the language. I certainly can’t do much more than crawl about while confined to my hands and knees.

With a groan, I curl up on my side and rest my cheek against the ground. It’s warm and comforting, soothing me until I fall into a doze. I’m not asleep, exactly, but I’m not awake. I lie there in that liminal space between consciousness and sleep, listening to the sounds around me.

Here, it’s not so different from back home. The bugs buzz about, sounding just like the ones that flew around me while I laid out in the tall grasses. Off in the distance, a light sound of water babbling reaches my ears. If I just let myself drift, I’d be right back at home.

A loud creak permeates the haze surrounding me, sending a shaft of sorrow to my heart. Master Antroli has found me. How I wish I could have stayed here for just a few minutes more. Squeezing my eyes shut, I try to hang onto the little noises surrounding me as his hands engulf my body and haul me up.

His chest is warm, even hotter than the dirt. With a groan, I turn into his body and breathe in his scent. There’s an undercurrent I don’t recognize, a slightly sour note that’s not usually there. Granted, I never see him straight from the fields. He must clean up at least a little before coming inside to milk and pleasure me.

My pussy clenches as his hands tighten around me in a painful grip. Perhaps it’s time to put all our petty squabbling to the side. Being at odds with him will never bring back Jessica. I try to speak to him, to tell him I’m sorry, but the words stick in my throat.

I can tell him later. For now, all I want to do is sleep in the safety of his arms.

Pain lances through my body, forcing my eyes to open. My breasts ache, telling me it’s time to be milked. Somehow, it hurts worse than usual. How late is it? Did taking me back home take longer than I thought?

I open my eyes to gauge the suns as best as I can, but I see nothing. Darkness greets my gaze, sending a shaft of fear through my heart. Am I in the barns? Did something happen to me? To Master Antroli?

Fear spurs me on, forcing me to move, but my arms stop short. A searing burn travels up my limbs and into my shoulders as I strain against this invisible force holding me back. With each infinitesimal movement, a soft clink thunders throughout the space. My pulse pounds in my ears, shoving away the dredges of sleepiness until I’m wide awake.

Why am I chained up? It doesn’t make any sense. Again, I jerk against the restraint, my breath coming in short, quick pants. I can’t move. I can’t see. I can’t hear anything. Something’s not right. However, my brain does its best to stay rational. There has to be an explanation.

“M- Master?” I cry out into the darkness, tugging on the chains to no avail. “P- please. Master Antroli. I’m awake now.”

A dark chuckle fills the strange room, setting the hairs on the back of my neck on edge. That’s not him. At least, not any version of him I’ve heard before. My limbs tremble as I struggle against my bonds.

“Am I being punished?” It’s the only thing that makes sense to my brain, but then, he did warn me I wouldn’t enjoy being punished by him.

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