TTCCH III: Semen

  

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Summary

You finally speak with the other cows.

Rating: 18+
Words: 3.4K

Trigger Warnings: 
Dead Dove: Don't Eat, Non-Con, Drugging, Lactation, Hucow, Kidnapping, Physical Violence, Physical Abuse, Sexual Abuse, Beating, Abuse

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The guilt gnaws at you as you lie in your stall, waiting for your breakfast. You feel dirty, used, and disgusted at having enjoyed the milking; something must be horribly wrong with you. 

After a few minutes, a four-armed Latero man approaches your stall. He watches you, a frown on his face, before kneeling to push a metal tray under the stall door. He says nothing, but shakes his head as he walks away. 

You approach the gift, a bowl sits atop, filled with a white liquid, milk. You’re disgusted but starving, eagerly picking up and slurping from the edge of the bowl. It’s more filling than you expected, leaving you quite full and drowsy. 

You assume there are additives to the milk to sustain your nutritional needs. Sleepiness overtakes you, and you move to the piled hay to nap for an hour. 

You wake to Cal placing a rope around your neck, smiling at you. You don’t question it, instead climbing to your hands and knees and following him down the hall to an indoor pasture. Grow lights sit overhead, imitating the brightness of the sun, and nurturing the soft grass growing beneath. 

Cal unties you and shuts the gate behind him, leaving you alone in the decent sized field. It’s hard to believe this entire operation runs so easily in the belly of a yacht. There’s room for probably ten more women between the availability of stalls and milking accommodations. 

You crawl towards the center of the field, basking under the warmth of the lamps, enjoying the contrast of the stall’s cold metal. As you lay back in the grass, you hear footsteps approaching. Cal is walking behind the two other women you saw earlier. 

They crawl obediently, no rope attached to their necks, towards the pasture, avoiding your gaze. Cal opens the gate and they pass through before he closes it again and leaves. Your pulse quickens at the prospect of speaking with the women. Hopeful that they will work with you to escape this strange fate. 

You crawl towards them as they find a spot in the pasture, staying together. “Hey, I’m guessing you don’t want to be here anymore than me.” 

They ignore you, but you don’t give up, hoping they didn’t hear you. “Maybe we can help each other out.” 

The darker skinned woman looks at you and shakes her head, turning to follow the gray-skinned woman. You try to remember what race has gray skin and intricate tattoos, but it alludes you. Both women disregard your efforts, moving further from you. 

“No wait, please, I’m sorry.” They don’t acknowledge you, and desperation causes your voice to break. “Don’t go.” 

They keep their distance for the rest of the day. Every time you move near them, they move further away. It’s heartbreaking and you feel so incredibly alone, leaving you lying in the grass, missing the kindness of your friends at home. 

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Days pass slow and steady as you move through the motions without question. The women are frigid to you, refusing to engage with each nicety you offer, leaving you longing for your time with Cal. He is warm, always smiling and happy to see you. It makes you feel special, almost loved. 

Each day, he milks you, allowing you to pleasure yourself while he touches you gently, offering words of encouragement. Telling you how pretty you are, how good you are when he milks you, always making such a mess on your thighs. 

He still milks you separate from the other women, saying he’ll stop once you fully acclimate, but he’ll miss the time alone together. You aren’t sure what he means by “acclimate” but you assume it’s when the herd accepts you. He’s good to you, but something eats at your insides, a feeling of disgust and repulsion. 

You miss your freedom, when happiness was plentiful and not only found in the precious moments of one person. You hate that the other women won’t accept you, won’t support you with this terrible transition. At least Cal is kind and generous with his affection, making up for the missing safety of friends. 

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Days pass uneventfully and during pasture time, the women rest near you; easily within speaking distance, but you don’t push it. Cal enters the pasture, approaching the herd, leaving the gate open, a symbol of his trust. “Making friends?” 

He kneels, placing an affectionate hand on the tattooed woman’s back, and she flinches, causing you to furrow your eyebrows. “Glad to see it.” 

He shoots you a familiar and charming smile, easing your concern. “I’ve had these girls for a while now. I hope they’ve been showing you the ropes.” 

His hand strokes along her spine, almost looking lovesick. She grimaces, and he ignores her distaste of being touched until she pulls away entirely. Cal’s smile drops; a stern look on his face, turning quick to look at her. She drops her head, no longer resisting his touch. 

“Don’t be like that. There was a time you loved me.” 

There is an obvious aura of tension, and you and the bald woman leave, headed in opposite directions. Cal speaks low and threatening, and you crawl to sit by the open gate. 

You aren’t trying to escape, only wanting to be near the gate so that Cal will give you a special goodbye when he leaves. You’d rather not be a part of whatever disagreement is happening and hope the short walk to the gate will improve his mood enough to give you attention. 

Cal’s loud voice rings out in your direction. “Hey!” 

You turn in a panic to see Cal charging in your direction, your mouth open, trying to explain that you were waiting for him, but he speaks first. “You think you can outrun me? Please! I used to be a Jedi. I am stronger and faster than you.” 

You shake your head, eyes wide in terror, a deep fear of the wild look in his eyes as he closes the distance. He reaches out, grabbing you by your hair, dragging you far from the gate, back into the center of the field. A horrible tearing sensation stretches across your scalp as he drags you, your hands pathetically clawing at his one massive hand. You hear someone screaming but can’t discern who as white hot pain shoots through your body. 

Relief only comes when he throws you to the ground. You lie there, clutching your head, crying and mumbling an apology, trying to explain what your intentions were. 

He ignores you. “You would be wise to stay on my good side.” 

He isn’t listening; he doesn’t understand that you weren’t disobeying him. He’s so mad, and you did nothing wrong. The overwhelm of emotions and pain causes you to scream in his direction. 

“You’re a monster!” 

The moment the words are out, you wish you could take them back. His face makes you tremble, his eyes wide and furious, a sick smile plastered under the hateful expression. He balls his fist and you throw your arms up, trying to protect your face. 

The fist connects with your stomach, knocking the wind out of you. Your hands dropping guard, trying to find the ground to run from the attacker. 

Cal doesn’t hesitate. Another punch lands on the left side of your face, knocking you prone, stunning you. A sickening crack follows as his other hand swings at the right side of your face, splitting your lip. 

Your hands weakly raise to protect from further damage, so Cal releases his rage on your body. Repeatedly striking your stomach until you curl into a ball for more protection. It doesn’t deter him as he strikes your thighs and sides as you sob and scream, begging for him to stop. 

He doesn’t oblige, damaging your body until his fury has passed. Then he stops, looks at his hands, spits on you, and leaves. You lie there, sobbing, a panic attack overtaking you, but breathing so hard hurts and you try to calm your breath. 

Minutes pass after the sound of Cal’s footsteps fades. You don’t move from your spot on the ground, staring blankly at the bright lights overhead. 

Rustling sounds as two bodies near yours, the faces of the nameless women coming into your peripheral. The younger one speaks first. “That is why we do not try to escape.” 

The older woman looks disgusted. “Merrin…” 

“Cere! Do not chide me! She had to learn. We all did.” 

Merrin huffs and leaves the immediate area, taking an air of tension with her. You struggle to sit up, the pain of the beating making you ache everywhere. 

Cere speaks, still looking in Merrin’s direction. “Don’t mind her. This has been hard on us all. Cal did more damage to her than anyone.” 

She places a hand gently on your thigh, and you wince. “Let me check for broken bones. He’ll give you medical treatment if there are any. He always does.” 

You wipe the trickling blood and tears from your face. “He does this a lot?” 

She examines you carefully, taking care to avoid poking at the developing bruises. 

“No, just at the beginning, when our spirit was not yet broken.” 

You allow the examination, grateful for her gentle touch after facing the worst experience of your life. “How long have you been trapped here?” 

“I’m not sure anymore, at least a year, maybe longer.” 

You say nothing, wincing as she presses on your ribs. “Nothing appears broken, but you will have some painful bruising for a few weeks.” 

You nod, wiping your face again. “How did he capture you?”

“It’s a long story.” 

“I’ve got nothing else going on. It’s a distraction from the pain.” 

She sighs and presses her lips together before speaking. “We were like a family once. I brought him on board this ship, rescued him from one of the Inquisitors.” 

You scowl. 

“He dehumanized you and stole your ship?” 

“Yes and no, this isn’t my ship. It belongs to an old friend. The one who keeps our food full of tranquilizers.” 

Merrin’s back is turned, but her head is sideways, her ear aimed at the conversation. “So he turned on you, too?” 

“No, he’s just trying to stay alive.” 

“Oh.” 

There’s an awkward silence, but Cere continues speaking. “Cal brought Merrin on board a few months later. They were quite the pair.” 

Merrin interjects, spitting the words like a curse. “That was before he tricked me!” 

You turn to speak to her. 

“You were…with him?” 

“He did not deserve it. Another Jedi, lying and using my kind for his own benefit.” 

“Another?” 

She ignores your question and continues her story. “He pretended to love me-” 

Cere interrupts. 

“He did love you, Merrin.” 

“No! He did not! This is not love!” 

Cere looks at the all too green grass. “No, it’s not, he was consumed by the Dark Side. By power and greed. That mission was a mistake.” 

You turn back to Cere, trying to keep up with the story they both know. “You fought against the Empire?” 

“Yes, I have seen the allure of the Dark Side, and barely resisted. I understand why Cal fell.” 

Merrin laughs. “I don’t!” 

“You’re a Jedi?” 

Cere returns your eye contact. “Yes, and Merrin is a Nightsister. Our power put us in this position.” 

“How did he manage to overpower both of you?” 

Cere looks at Merrin, who shakes her head. The pair silently agreeing to not disclose the tale, leaving Cere to improvise. “It’s painful to discuss, but ultimately, the same way he overpowered you. Compliments and tranquilizers.” 

“But you have access to the Force, both of you!” 

“The tranquilizers dull our abilities. He had been feeding us small amounts for months before we realized we were losing power. By then, it took one big dose to bring us quite literally to our knees. We are no more powerful than you.” 

Merrin snarls. “He did more than just steal our access to the Force! He stole-” 

A surprising sob escapes her lips. “He put the gift of life in my body.” 

Cere puts a hand up. “Merrin… you don’t have to-” 

“It’s fine!” She takes a deep breath, steadying her breathing. “He sold my child. A few months back. A daughter, a Nightsister… auctioned to the highest bidder.” 

Your jaw falls open, blood running cold at the new information. “Oh! I- I’m so sorry! That’s horrible, it’s evil!” 

Cere nods, eyes glazing over. “It is…” 

“Why? How could he? It was his child, too?” 

“She was…it’s another disgusting way for him to exploit us for money.” 

“What happened to the baby?” 

“We don’t know exactly, but Cal had enough decency to ensure she went to a home. Giving the powerful and wealthy a child when they cannot conceive.” 

Merrin looks distressed, tears welling up in her eyes as she crawls to collapse into the grass, no longer conversing. “I can’t imagine what she’s been through…” 

“You won’t have to imagine much longer. He’ll do it to you, too.” 

“What? Why? She was his…they were…I’m not…” 

“At this point, your relationship with him means nothing. He will breed you.” 

You swallow hard. “Has he bred you?” 

“Ha! I am too old to safely carry a child. He won’t risk losing a cow for one sale.” 

Fury fills your belly at hearing this woman refer to herself as cattle. “We’re not cows!” 

She gives you a funny look, challenging your argument. “Aren’t we?” 

“We can fight back! There’s more of us than him!” 

“Wishful thinking. You’ll learn to let go of hope.” 

Cere also crawls away, leaving you alone, suffering with your fresh injuries. 

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Sleep is an impossible task when every position causes agony. The bruises are a reminder of Cal’s extensive cruelty, and Cere’s words providing a glimpse of your future. You almost cry when you fall asleep and immediately wake from a loud explosion, stealing relief from the pain. 

The ship rocks and tosses you sideways, damaging your aching body further. You rise to your knees, shaking, looking around in confusion, Cere and Merrin joining the search for answers. 

There is yelling from above, gunfire, forcing you to cover your ears. The yelling increases in volume as a slew of armored men descend the ladder at the rear. You can’t see, blinded by the flashlights strobing around the stalls. 

It’s difficult to understand the men, but you hear “daughter” and “found her” and your heart leaps. Your father sent someone to rescue you from this horrible fate. 

The stall doors are unlocked and a pair of muscular arms wrap around you, lifting you, careful to not hurt your delicate body. You see Cere and Merrin being saved as well, both crying tears of joy at being freed from this hell. 

The man jostles your body to climb the ladder with you, an irritating sensation. He keeps repositioning you, and you grow frustrated, hissing at him to stop. 

He doesn’t stop, instead forcing you back on all fours, not logical for climbing.You whine and he shushes you. 

Your eyes flutter open, a thin layer of hay separating you from the metal floor as your body positions against your will. The room is still dark, no flashlights, or yelling, or explosions, just the roar of the ship’s engine. 

Muscular arms still envelop you, mounting your body, holding you up. “Baby, I messed up. You didn’t deserve what happened earlier.” 

The sleep is fogging your brain, nothing makes sense. “What- Why are you here?” 

Cal’s low voice responds. “Shh, I felt so bad. I needed to see you.” 

You shake your head, trying to rationalize the dream. “I was free…” 

Cal rubs his nose in your hair at the back of your neck, his arms still holding you steady. “Gonna make you feel good, feel better.” 

The devastation of realizing it was all a dream hits you like a brick wall. “No-” 

A hand disappears from your body, and you feel him fidgeting with his clothes. “Yes, you’re so soft. So young.” 

The engines muffle the dull sound of vibrations and you jump as Cal presses the familiar vibrator to your clit. His arm wrapped tightly around your waist, forcing pleasure. Despite your resistance, your body responds, remembering how much it enjoys this device, how you always feel good when it is on. 

“Cal…” 

His other hand holds you steady, his nose digging into your hair to inhale your scent as he mounts you. “Good girl. Always so wet for me. I wanna make you feel so good.” 

He continues to nuzzle your neck, whispering desperately into your ear. “This night and many nights to come. Do you want that?” 

He rhythmically rubs the vibrator on you, just as he has seen you do while being milked. You let out a low moan, trying to remember what he did to you earlier. But the pleasure shoots through your body, begging you to forget. 

Cal interrupts the war in your head. “Let me hear you, baby.” 

Your body wins. “Yes.” 

Cal lets out a soft chuckle, grinding against your rear, his movements needy. “Good…good…fuck,…good girl. I need you to forgive me for earlier. Do you think you can do that for me? Please, baby.” 

You freeze at the request. Forgive him? Not possible. What he did was absolutely unforgivable. 

He continues to rub the vibrator against you, humping your body against it. You whimper at the heat of the moment, reveling in his touch and desire. “Please, I need to hear you say you forgive me. I won’t do it again. I promise.” 

He needs you; he wants you; he feels bad for the mistake. It was a misunderstanding, your fault for moving too close to the gate. You’re still so new here. No wonder he thought you were trying to escape. 

You need to build more trust with him, then he won’t accuse you of betraying him. He even came to you tonight to apologize. He didn’t wait until tomorrow, allowing you to wake afraid of him. This is an attempt to do better. If you can’t forgive him for this, how can you expect forgiveness for what you did to Allory? It’s the right thing to do.

“I forgive you.” 

Cal lets out a sigh of relief, his humping becoming more tender as he places a series of kisses onto your shoulder blade. “Thank you, thank you, thank you. I’m gonna fuck you tonight. I want you to hold my cum for me.” 

A lump forms in your throat, remembering Cere’s words, that Call will breed you. His pants slip down and his firm erection presses against your ass. 

“Cal…I don’t know.” 

You can forgive him for earlier, but you don’t want to lose a baby. His desperation makes you feel drunk, and you want to hear him praise you more by being obedient. 

Cal breathes heavily, his low voice rumbling in your ear. “You can do it, gonna take my seed so good, make us a baby. I know you can do it. I want to see you all swollen because of me.” 

You feel the tip of his cock press at your entrance. Your soaking hole allows him to press forward, stretching your cunt until he takes up every inch. “Yeah, fuck, that’s it baby, tell me you want this. Tell me you want to be full of my cum. Doesn’t it feel good?” 

You whine, the fullness exposing your clit to the vibrator, shooting sparks of pleasure through your body. “Yeah…” 

He ruts into you, claiming your body under his. “Say it again baby, I need to hear that you wanna be full of my seed.” 

You are struggling to resist, high on the sensation of being fucked after weeks of cumming around nothing. He’s so big and you’ve never had a fucking like this. The stretch is perfect and you want more, knowing that if you say yes, he’ll fill you like this every night while trying to get you pregnant. An orgasm builds in your belly and you want to squeeze the cum from his cock. 

“Cal, please, fuck me, fill me.” 

His thrusts become harder, slamming into your cervix and breathing heavy in your ear. “Fuck. Good girl. Gonna get you pregnant.” 

It’s animalistic, the way he takes you, fucking you hard against the vibrator. Pressure builds and you cum, squeezing everything tight, pain leaving your body from the earlier beating. Your tight pussy sends Cal over the edge. He cums deep into your womb, filling you, praising you. Once he collects himself, he lays you down in the hay and leaves, locking the stall door behind him. 

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