Atonement Ch. 01

Her girl friends always made fun of her meager assets, but that made it easier for her to pass as a man while driving the getaway vehicle. It had worked for longer than it had any right to, but eventually her luck had run out. And now here she was.

It might be her imagination, but she thought that her skin was looking paler than usual. She scratched at her chest under her breasts, the skin feeling itchy. A series of purple dots decorated her shoulders, two on each side gracing her lower neck. Were those the sites of the injections the keeper had been talking about?

She sucked at the gag in her mouth, extracting a creamy stream of the substance from the tube. Her eyes unfocused, she thought of nothing, simply nursing until she was told to do otherwise.

"Very good, MU2, it might not look like it yet, but you're filling out nicely. Keep it up and you'll be a production cow in no time at all!"

MU2 thrilled at the praise, but she still felt irritated at how much more she would need to endure. This process of becoming a cow was taking much longer than she had hoped. The optional program was still a much better choice than being tortured by her memories in solitary. If only it didn't take so damn long for the transformation to happen!

The plaintive cry of the little girl surfaced again, and she stared straight ahead, looking directly into her pale blue eyes. She sucked on her gag, swallowing desperately to keep the memories at bay. By sheer force of will she was able to tuck them into the back of her mind. It was strange that after all of the brutal crimes she had committed, the accident affected her the most.

Her keeper walked up next to her, the thin, pale humanoid looking like a waif next to her. The neon green alien was far taller than her, her head tendrils reaching up to the top of the mirror. She moved with an unnatural grace, placing a six fingered hand on MU2's shoulder. The rest of the creature's body was hidden under her slick, black catsuit, which clung to her like a second skin.

The female's breasts were large, far larger than MU2 would expect for someone of her frame. MU2 wasn't sure what she should have been expecting. The keeper was an alien, after all. Small, square latex flaps were built into the suit, situated right over the alien's nipples. MU2 stared at them shamelessly, the dimpled surfaces reminding her of her own, sore tits.

She didn't know too much about their species, only that they were the keepers in the facility. She didn't recall learning about them in any of her grade school classes, but the galaxy was a large place. It was much easier to hide a new species than you would think.

The particulars of the contract the government had made with these aliens had not been disclosed to the public, but she didn't really care what they were. If they could help her to reach her goal of forgetting, they could enslave as many human females as they wanted. Maybe that was a selfish goal, but she truly believed that as a human cow she could be useful again instead of being a leech on society.

The keeper's hand on her shoulder tightened, leading her away from the mirror and her aching thoughts. They were crossing through a nondescript hallway, blue tiles flowing out ahead of them. The walls were painted a neutral beige, stripes of other colors running down their sides as directions. Descriptions were written in an indecipherable alien script.

That was okay. She didn't need to know where she was being taken. She was being taken care of by her keeper. She sucked and took another pull of the creamy substance leaking into her mouth. She was calm. She would be a fine cow.

They passed into a grid of rooms, demarcated with large, floor to ceiling windows. The interior of each room looked like what could be a considered a pen. The floors were tiled blue, just like the hallways, but the back corner was piled with straw. A few women sat against the wall, their hands crossed over their knees. The rear of the room was decorated with metallic fixtures, which were unfamiliar to her.

There was no toilet, or any other furniture to speak of. How were the women expected to take care of themselves without going all over the floor? This must be a temporary holding cell, she decided, not a final destination.

The willowy keeper led her past the first chamber, which she now viewed as a cell. As they paced forward, she realized that she was passing more and more of them. This was a literal cell block, chambers storing women from all over the empire.

The operation must be far more extensive and well equipped than she had known when she had signed her life into their clutches. Not that they had mistreated her. She sucked at the yummy liquid through her gag, tasting it again as if it was her first time. She was rather enjoying her life here. So far it had been euphoric, and more effective than anything else she had tried to repress her memories.

Taking another pull on the gag, she was dismayed to find that nothing more was left. She sucked and sucked, but her tank must have run dry. She almost wanted to cry.

She halted as the keeper brought her up to a sliding door, which opened in front of them. "Here we must part ways for now, MU2. Be a good cow, and next time we shall start you on the second series."

She worked to unhook the straps of her mask, unwrapping the bands from around the back of her head. MU2 complained at the lack of liquid to drink, making a low moan in her throat.

The keeper patted her on the shoulder. "There, there," she said. "I've filled you as full as I've dared." She pressed a hand up against MU2's stomach, which felt warm and tight. "You still need training to reach the required capacity," she explained. "Give it some time to digest and we'll proceed in a short while."

She wrapped her unnaturally large hand around MU2's neck as if she owned her, pushing her into the chamber with a forceful shove. Stumbling inside, the door rotated shut behind her.

She didn't feel angry. She didn't feel anything in particular. She just wanted more of that liquid! A gentle tug at her bladder indicated something else. She would need to find a restroom, and soon.

The outer wall finished rotating, unlatching an inner door. Sliding open, the interior revealed one of the glass cells she had been looking into earlier.

Near the center of the room, tapping her feet, was an average built woman, looking at her expectantly. She stepped forward, anticipating a greeting. Instead, she was tackled from her right, a blow landing on her head. She jerked to the side, stumbling as if falling.

She dropped to the floor, rolling into a fighting stance. Her assailant laughed, trying to follow up with a second blow. She blocked the jab with her left hand, looking for an opening.

The other woman didn't wait for an invitation, rushing forward with a haymaker. MU2 evaluated the threat and stepped to the side. Her assailant had over-committed, the full force of her momentum behind the blow.

MU2 grabbed her right shoulder and helped her along. The woman couldn't arrest her momentum, crashing into the glass window with an almighty thud. MU2 winced. That had to have hurt.

The woman standing in the center of the room began to clap. "Bravo, bravo. Even in a place like this, you cannot be taken unawares."

Like all the others in the cell, she was nude, her large, voluminous breasts looking out of place in the company of the other women. They defied gravity, pert despite their size. They were probably fake, installed by the woman to enhance her mystique. They didn't impress MU2. They were all equal inside the facility.

On her breast bone was the tattoo of a cobra, its hood flared and fangs extended. Its lower body twined around both of her breasts, skulls nestled in its coils. A grim reminder that this woman was a convict, just like her.

MU2 frowned, looking back and forth to evaluate the situation. The woman she had tossed into the wall was getting back up, but the fight had drained from her. She scowled, but had clearly had enough for now.

"You've impressed me," said the first woman, shooting the second an order with her gaze. The second woman slinked back to the wall, an annoyed guttural echoing from her throat.

The woman shifted her attention back to MU2. "What do you know about this place?" she queried. "We have been captured recently, and want to know the lay of the land, as it were."

MU2 cleared her throat, tight from hours of suckling on her gag. Her voice came, coarse from disuse. "Congratulations, ladies," she said acerbically. You've entered the Farm, a maximum security prison for the most hardened of criminals."

"Those who get sent here don't ever leave. This is the end of the line for any woman who breaks the inviolable rules of the empire."

The woman frowned. "Nonsense, there must be some way to escape. They can't possibly stop us if we all work together." She had a wicked glint in her eyes.

MU2 wanted to disabuse her of her fantasies, but the truth was that she didn't know if anybody had ever managed to escape the Farm. The answer was academic to her, of course, for this woman couldn't possibly know that she had no desire to escape. On the contrary, she very much wanted to stay. She wanted to live out her remaining days as a cow, not as a scheming criminal.

MU2 barked a laugh. "Okay, if we were to hypothetically work together, what are you in here for?"

The woman struck a pose, completely shameless. "We're the Natty Pirates! My name is Natalia, the leader of this little gang."

She pointed at the woman glaring at them from the wall, her hands raised in fists. MU2 spotted a small cobra tattooed onto her right shoulder. Must be a marker of those who belonged to the gang.

"That's Kylie, my second in command." She frowned at her. "Do calm down, Kylie, she's not an enemy."

Dismissing her, Natalia turned to point at a well muscled woman who sat on a pile of straw near the rear of the room. "That's Ashley, she handles the heavy work."

"Sup," replied Ashley, nonplussed, stretching her arms and flexing her biceps.

"And finally, there in the corner is Iris. She handles the technical work on the team."

Iris held her hands around her legs, rocking forward and back with her head pressed into her knees. She was a petite girl, her folded body small enough to fit into a suitcase. She didn't look up at the introduction, preferring to stay rolled up in a ball.

"Daisy is our last member, but they took her over an hour ago. Do you have any idea what they might be doing to her?"

MU2 considered. The other cow she had seen in the milking room could not possibly have been Daisy. Her transformation was far too advanced compared to her companions. Given their lack of knowledge about the facility, they couldn't possibly know that the keepers were turning Daisy into a cow, like her. Perhaps it would be best if she didn't reveal what was actually going on.

"I'm not sure," she replied. "My memories are a little hazy, to be honest. I think I've been drugged."

Telling the truth was always the best option, as long as you didn't tell the whole truth. Even so, Natalia wasn't looking very convinced. "You're telling me you don't remember anything?"

She walked up to MU2, invading her personal space. She examined her tits and looked at her shoulders. With one hand she ran a finger down her right shoulder, examining the series of two purple dots which decorated her scapula on either side. "What are these?" she asked suspiciously.

"I'm not... entirely certain," replied MU2. That was true. While she suspected that they were the injection sites the facility keepers were using to turn her into a cow, she couldn't be certain. She hadn't been paying attention during the initial injections.

Natalia poked one of the dots, hard, but when MU2 didn't react, the pirate leader shrugged. "Okay, then. Fuck off for a bit while we work on a plan. I'll bring you back in when we come up with something useful."

She marched over to Kylie and began to have an animated discussion with her. Kylie looked like she was ready to punch MU2 out.

They didn't trust her. That was smart. Despite being caged with them, she wasn't really a part of their crew. She wandered off to look at the metallic fixtures at the rear of the room, not quite able to work out what they were used for.

She felt an urgent need to piss, casting around for a way to explain her conundrum without annoying the other. She raised her voice, talking to the room in general. "How do you... go around here?"

The muscled girl sitting on some straw took pity on her, leading her to the far wall. Natalia shot her a look, but Ashley rolled her eyes. "If we do nothing, we get the joy of sitting in a pile of piss and shit, so fuck off."

Natalia clenched her lips but said nothing, waving them off.

MU2 felt a little bit intimidated by the new girl, far more then she had felt for the first two she had met. The woman was massive compared to MU2, athletic with well defined biceps. She had the grace of a fighter who could hurt you by accident and knew it.

She didn't exactly feel safe in this woman's presence, but she sensed less hostility. Mute indifference was quite acceptable when compared to open violence.

Ashley grabbed hold of an oval cup attached low on the far wall. She pulled on it and it released, spooling out on an attached metallic tube. On either end the cup squeezed into two points, with a hollow interior.

"This is what I call 'the Evacuator'," quipped the woman. "You stick it on your privates like so."

Without any hesitation, she yanked hard on the dome and placed it between her legs. It immediately clamped to her skin, suckling at her privates. "From here, the process is simple. Do your business." She winked. "I'll let you figure out how to get out of it once you're done."

She ripped the suction cup free with a snap of the wrist that looked practiced. MU2 was doubtful she had the arm strength to do it the same way. From the other woman's grimace, it must have stung.

She hesitated. "Thank you," she said, surprised to find any form of kindness in this gang of criminals.

"Don't thank me," replied Ashley, her face neutral. "I just don't feel like sitting in your crap."

She returned to her place by the wall, discussion over. MU2 shrugged. If that was tough love, it was an improvement over Kylie's introduction.

There were four more stations on the wall beside the one Ashley had used. She yanked a suction cup from the wall, as directed, and shoved it between her legs. She could feel the air tugging at her fingers, the device constantly running. Hesitant, she moved it in slowly. It jumped from her hands, locking itself against her skin with a pop.

The tugging sensation was distracting, not to mention the thought of peeing in front of the other women, but this was her only option and she really needed to go. She tried her best to relax herself, her flesh pressing father into the suction cup.

After what seemed like an interminable period, she managed to expel what felt like the merest trickle of liquid. With the suction, it was hard to determine whether she had managed to expel everything in her bladder. At any rate, the edge had been taken off and she was far too uncomfortable to continue.

She reached her hand down and tried to pry the suction off her vagina. The makeshift toilet refused to cooperate. The other women guffawed, watching her struggle. She was the entertainment today, it seemed. Too bad.

Instead of getting flustered, the shame served to focus her. The thrill of shame and danger were all the same to her, triggering her logical, thinking side. The ability to focus in such situations was what made her a great getaway driver. It was also why that girl's mother was dead.

She shied away from that thought, sliding her fingers to the top of the suction device. Pressing in, she deformed the skin around her pubic area sufficiently to release the seal, the suction cup popping off in her hand. She let it go, the tubing automatically reeling the device back into the wall.

Ingenious, but not particularly hygienic. How many other occupants had used the toilet between cleanings? They really were treating them like livestock!

Her business done, she turned to face the rest of the crowd. Natasha stood facing the door of the cell, inspecting her long, red nails. Kylie paced like a wild animal, slamming her fist into the wall at regular intervals. Ashley was sitting on her pile of straw as if she was a queen, her expression closed off. That didn't look promising.

She decided to talk to the last one, Iris, who still sat in a corner hugging her arms, head hidden behind her knees. The rocking never stopped, following an internal rhythm.

MU2 pressed her back against the wall, folding her arms in a non threatening manner. "Hey," she said, hoping that she didn't come off as too intrusive. "Are you holding up well? How long have you been in the facility?"

"Fuck off," came the reply. "I'm not here for your entertainment." The rocking continued.

MU2 blinked. That hadn't gone as she had hoped. Bereft of anyone to talk to, she looked around the cell. The ceiling was high, the room two stories tall. The ventilation shaft was built vertically into the ceiling, the cover bolted on from the inside. There was no way for occupants to reach the shafts even if they worked together, cutting off a potential escape route.

She walked over and tapped her knuckles against one of the glass walls, which appeared quite solid. From the interior, it was opaque, preventing the prisoners from getting an idea of who might be watching them. It was like living in a fishbowl. They were being taken care of as if they were livestock. Seemed appropriate.

If only she had more of that creamy liquid. She was starting to keenly feel the lack of its silky presence, her throat parched. What she had drunk so far had gone through her system quite quickly, and she was starting to feel the need to go a second time. She held it, not interested in putting on another show for her unfriendly cell mates.

She idly played with a nipple, hefting one of her swollen breasts, marveling at how fast it seemed to be swelling back up again. Milk production was high, and her small breasts didn't have much storage capacity. She idly dreamed of being milked again, but the intrusive thoughts from her accident started to interrupt her.

Losing the memory suppression effect of the liquid they were feeding her was concerning. It was becoming increasingly difficult for her to package away the thoughts that constantly assaulted her. So far she was holding it together, but she was already starting to think of herself as Morgan Diaz instead of the cow she wished to be. That past life needed to stay a part of the past. She was MU2 now. That's how it needed to be.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the airlock cycling on the far side of the cell. Kylie rushed up to see who was being sent inside. It was smart of the keepers to keep themselves isolated from their prisoners. She could easily imagine Kylie attacking one of them if she was given the opportunity.

The figure who stepped through was no keeper, however. Instead, she was an average built woman, with larger than average breasts. They defied gravity without an ounce of sag, genetic superiority that was envy inducing. Morgan couldn't help but compare the new woman's assets to her own breasts and be a little disappointed.

Her second most distinguishing feature was her incredibly blond hair, which flowed over her shoulders in a cloud of fluffy ringlets. Her countenance was clueless, which, while it might seem reasonable for a stereotypical view of blondes, it probably wasn't usual due to the fuss Kylie was making over her.

"What the fuck did they do to you, Daisy?" asked Kylie, straight out.