Atonement Ch. 02

"Just remember, after your twentieth, those who have not Paired never will." A cruel chuckle followed them down the hallway.

"What does she mean by that?" asked MU2, dragging her feet.

Eve sighed. "If I don't Pair soon, I'll be demoted. I won't be a keeper candidate any more and I'll lose all my social standing. Our society unfortunately has a strict caste system, and I would end up a menial, unable to live on my own without the largess of others. "

She looked at MU2. "That's why it's so important we make this work. Otherwise, you may be sent to the stockade with the other cows, despite how good a milker you are."

MU2 hesitated. "What exactly does Pairing entail? It can't just involve fancy tattoos."

"No," sighed Eve. "It's considerably more than that. It's a physical connection, a commitment. If you Pair with me, you become my primary feeder. Milk processed through a pair bond is healthier, and will give me significantly more power."

She chewed at her lip. "I won't be able to drink the milk from any other cow without terrible side effects. You will still be able to purify the milk from other keepers, but I won't be drinking generic, processed milk without major difficulty. Without your support, I will wither away to a husk of what I currently am."

MU2 halted, forcing her keeper to stop as well. She peered up at her worried face, and decided she was cute. "I sense this is why you've had issues finding someone to trust in the past."

She paused, nodding. "It will also significantly help my family politically. I've been considered useless up until now, because it's been so long since a potential match has been found. I've been looking for someone suitable for years, and it's so close to the time of Abandonment that my family has begun losing hope."

MU2 started walking again, letting Eve direct her. "After all this time, why did you decide to trust me, a common criminal? Surely there was a better candidate."

Eve grimaced. "There was one other, but as you can tell, I've had... issues. We got heavily involved with each other, but when I was about to make the decision, she backed out and decided to go with someone else."

Her face darkened. "She became Heather's first victim, and she was never the same afterwards. I couldn't trust her any longer, and Heather had broken her. She was only fit to become a generic filter cow."

She steered MU2 to the left, down a shorter corridor that terminated in a locker room. "I didn't have any prospects, so they sent me here to serve under my grandmother as their final option."

MU2 had no need to strip out of any clothing, and Eve didn't seem to want to. She propelled her straight into a shower, turning her around to stand in the middle of a square, tiled box.

MU2 took some time to process her thoughts, while Eve gathered the soap and a water wand. This was literally the last chance for both of them. Neither of them had anywhere else to go. Far from being sloppy seconds, MU2 was a lifeline that could save this girl from a lifetime of mediocrity. She could help her to attain her goals, and in the process, solve her own problems. A new road opened out before her, spreading off into the distance. She could finally see a future for herself, a world where her entire existence did not require her to lock herself away.

The tears began to flow at the same time Eve turned on the water, thankfully hidden under the heavy spray. Grateful for the coincidence, she lifted her arms outwards to give Eve better access.

Eve sponged off her head and neck, rinsing her down with the wand. "Does that feel good, MU2? I can turn up the temperature if you need it."

"No," she said, hoarse.

She turned her back to present her shoulders to her keeper. She was expecting to be washed, but instead Eve pressed her body up against MU2, reaching under her shoulders to wrap her soapy hands around MU2's upper breasts. She worked them gently, tugging her flesh out and massaging them as she soaped them up.

When they had been well and truly washed, she lathered up her hands on MU2's back, returning to work on her second set of breasts, which were still in the process of growing.

MU2 shook back and forth, excited. "I love how they feel when you touch them, but they're already filling up again."

Eve tugged at her nipples. "Don't worry, your storage capacity is increasing. Soon you will have a full udder, able to process all the milk I can produce and more. You'll be a true cow. I can only imagine how happy that will make you feel."

She walked her hands down MU2's front, rubbing them over her belly button. "You'll need to hold it in for now, I'm afraid. It's against regulations to waste milk, so I can't jerk you off here."

MU2 chuckled at the odd turn of phrase. She groaned as Eve worked her hands through her nether regions and down her legs. Her keeper worked quickly, efficiently cleaning her feet and working her way up MU2's back.

"What comes next?" she asked.

Her recent emotional stress was still raw, and she was looking forward to spending more time with Eve. She realized that it was the only thing she had looked forward to in ages.

"Paperwork and administrative for me, I'm afraid. Our time together is almost up for now. I have to put you back in with your new herd."

She lathered up MU2's neck, working the injection sites with her fingers. MU2 moaned, surprised at how sensitive that area was. Eve lingered there for a moment, but with a final rinse she was finished. The job complete, she smiled at her cow, who was shivering, droplets dribbling from her body.

Eve traced a finger around MU2's waist, and took a step back, taking her in. "Your coloration is filling out," she declared, pleased. "You've earned your spots a month ahead of schedule!"

MU2's view of her body was hampered by her multiple breasts, but she did notice that her skin color had faded, as if she had been bleached. "Does every cow have a different color?" she asked. She wasn't going to look anything like the cow she had met earlier, MA8.

"Yes, the combination of your color and secondary spots are unique. It's completely by chance. It looks like you're going to be white with black spots, a coloration associated with extremely high milk production."

"Stand still, cow," declared Eve. "You may want to close your eyes for the drying cycle."

A stream of air flowed from the top of the shower stall into the floor below, through vents. The air flow increased, stripping the water from her flesh. A great downward pressure held her against the floor, her lips moving uncontrollably as the air ramped up to high speed.

The cycle was mercifully short, the shifting wind dropping away almost immediately. MU2 blinked, realizing she was completely dry. What a convenient system!

Eve sighed. "Time to go, cow. I have work to do, and you need to get reacquainted with the other members of your new herd."

MU2 wasn't too happy at the idea of being put back into a cell with the pirates, but she had little choice. She expressed her displeasure by frowning and crossing her arms under her new breasts.

"I know, MU2, but there isn't much choice. There's always more work to do."

She wrapped her hand around MU2's neck and guided her out of the stall. The warmth of her fingers and palm against the back of her neck was comforting. It was increasingly feeling like the most natural state of affairs to her. She would do as Eve commanded, without too much protest, even if that required she sit through a few more hours with the bad tempered pirates.

As they walked from the shower block, she refocused back on her goal. Settling into her role as a cow, she found herself becoming increasingly nonverbal, but there were still questions she wanted answered. "How many more injections will be needed before I am deemed a full cow?" she asked.

Eve hummed as she pushed MU2 along. "You've had eight so far. The actual number required is variable, but most cows on average need about twenty. I suspect you'll need less, but it's hard to know exactly how many until we determine that you're fully producing. That number is averaged across a week of milkings after a set of injections."

"Based on known averages and breast volume, the injections continue until your milk production stops increasing. After that point, nothing further will be required to maintain your status."

MU2 shook with excitement. Her teats jiggled as she marched, the bottom ones still growing. They might be large enough to fill the milking cups! She couldn't wait until all four were the same size. The milker would feel amazing!

Her feet continued to walk, taking multiple corners and side passages. She would never be able to navigate the facility on her own, and that was fine by her. Her job was to drink and to milk, not to be intelligent. The focus served to calm her down, suppressing her churning brain so that she could think rationally.

She had stepped over the edge of acceptance some time ago. She no longer aspired to be anything more than a high production milking cow. By being passive, she was helping. Her future had been planned out for her.

They made yet another turn, ending up in a cell block similar to the one she had been in before. The windowed walls were the same, but the equipment inside was quite different.

MU2 was filled with curiousity when she saw a row of saddle-like projections fitted to the back wall of the room instead of the milking suction cups from her previous cell. Nobody was using them at the moment, but she could feel her breasts swelling with each breath and she hoped that they could be used to milk her in some fashion.

A crowd of women were huddled together at the side of the room, arms locked shoulder to shoulder in a deep discussion. They were likely trying to figure out a way to escape, still. That thought was far from MU2's mind. She was turning into a cow rapidly, physically and mentally, and she loved it. If these women were still resisting, she would just have to make them love it too by being a perfect role model.

Eve pushed her into the airlock, letting her possessive hand go reluctantly. MU2 wasn't pleased about the state of affairs either. She turned to look at Eve, giving her doe eyes. Eve shrugged her shoulders. "Have a good evening, MU2, I'll see you in the morning, after the next rest cycle."

She pressed the hatch button, and the wall rotated. MU2 turned to face the inner door, ready to face the hostile occupants. She stepped to the side, being careful to look both ways for an ambush as she entered the chamber, but there was nobody lying in wait.

It was too bad, she had almost hoped to teach Kylie a lesson about what it meant to be a cow. She would bend her over and milk her by hand, forcefully. If she was a good cow, she'd allow her to drink some of her milk, fresh from her udder.

She grinned at the fantasy. The others would never let her do it, of course, but it was fun to imagine. The amusement faded as she saw the group of pirates, still huddled.

There were only four of them, the fifth sitting on the ground. Upon closer examination, she realized the sitting one was Daisy. Perhaps out of misguided concern, she approached the gathering.

"What's going on? Is Daisy okay?"

Kylie turned to stare at her, eyes a million miles away. "No, and I'm not either."

She clenched her fists. "I'm so angry at what they've done to Daisy, I need to punch something."

Before she could approach MU2, Ashley grabbed her arms and pulled her back. "Just calm down," came the muscled girl's twang. "She's not our enemy here."

Kylie vibrated in place, but let herself be handled. "I know she isn't, but I feel so angry!" she declared. "Can you feel it? It's like a buzz of bees swirling around my head!"

She pressed her hands against her temples and grunted. "I don't know what's wrong with me!"

Raising an eyebrow, MU2 looked at Daisy, who by all accounts was relaxing lazily on the ground. She didn't appear to be in any particular distress, but her body had been altered further.

Her second set of breasts was starting to come in, filling out her udder nicely. She worked her lips, chanting under her breath while she played with her tits. Small spurts of milk dribbled down her flesh, making her front a mess. Her body had gone pale, like MU2's. Perhaps they'd be twins?

MU2 kneeled, grabbing Daisy by the shoulder to examine the back of her neck. Natalia reached down to stop her, but MU2 had already satisfied her curiosity.

"She hasn't been Paired," she announced. "Nobody has claimed her yet."

"What the fuck does that mean?" asked Natalia. "What the shit is going on here?"

Her anger was misdirected, but understandable. MU2 sat on the floor, stroking the other cow. "The literal truth is in front of your eyes," she explained.

"We're being turned into cows." She ran a tongue over her lips, shuddering in pleasure as she caught a taste of her mistress' milk.

"They're injecting us to filter their milk and increase our milk production. I'm pretty confident the drugs also have a hypnotic effect."

She looked at the pirate crew, one by one. All of them had swollen breasts, worked on by a milker, but Daisy was much farther along than most of them. She had embraced the process, like MU2 had. She would be a proper cow before any of the rest of them. Good.

"Look at what they've done to me," she declared. "I'm nobody special, and in the span of a day I'm already transitioning into a heavy milker."

She ran her hands over her breasts. "I love being a cow. I feel great."

She moved her hands to help out Daisy, who was rubbing her clit with abandon. MU2 placed her hands under Daisy's second set of breasts, cupping and massaging them. "Daisy agrees, don't you Daisy?"

Daisy hummed, a smile fixed to her face. She said nothing, continuing to work her snatch. Eight purple dots decorated her shoulders, just like her. They must have her on the accelerated plan as well.

Natalia didn't try to stop her. She was looking off into the distance, trying hard not to touch her own sensitive nipples. "This explains a lot," she said, her brain working.

"Yes," replied MU2. "Daisy doesn't have a tattoo on the back of her neck. She hasn't been Paired to a keeper, yet."

Ashley walked over, sitting with one of her knees touching the floor. "What exactly does that mean?" she asked.

"I don't know everything about it, but once you've been Paired, you belong to that keeper for the rest of your time at the facility, which might be forever depending on your sentence."

She smiled. "My keeper's name is Eve," she declared. She looked down at Daisy, who was vibrating from her self induced orgasm. "What is the name of your keeper?"

Daisy's eyes focused for the first time since MU2 had entered the room. "Moo?" came the first words from her lips.

MU2 patted her face, giving her the time she needed to process the question. Daisy blinked, relaxing. "She said her name was Nora," she replied hoarsely. "I couldn't pronounce her real name. She fed me her nipples and I drank from them." She looked away, face red. "I drank a lot. It was so tasty!"

"Don't worry," said MU2, "I love drinking my mistress' milk, too."

"Don't worry?" came a sharp interjection. "How can I not?"

MU2 had expected Kylie, but this time it was Iris who interrupted. Her face was a bright red, her small breasts only slightly enlarged.

"Look at us!" she declared. "I don't remember what my name used to be. All I want to do is to be strapped into that milking harness again and be fucked by a machine until my mind goes away. Each time they stick a needle into me, I want to be a cow even more. Don't tell me that this is normal!"

Natalia grunted and held out a hand. "I sympathize, I really do. This just makes it even more imperative that we find a way out of here before they're able to alter us further."

"But first..." she groaned. "I need to be milked again, my breasts are getting so full I can't properly think."

"Shit," said Ashley. "They just milked us. If they keep us like this constantly, we won't have enough time to figure something out before we're all cows."

"I know," moaned Natalia, "but if I don't get milked soon, I won't be able to think about anything but my large, milky breasts." She weighed her swollen tits, letting the enlarged globes of flesh wobble as she let them go. Two purple dots decorated her shoulders on each side.

MU2 smiled a secret smile at Daisy, who returned it with an involuntary moan. Any plans they made would have to wait. It was time for milking.

She helped Daisy off the floor, stumbling with her to individual stalls built into the wall. Daisy shook off her arm with a bright smile, a hand lingering on her shoulder for a moment. It was probably just her imagination.

Kylie shouted and punched a wall, drawing everyone's attention. "Fuck this," she said. "I'm going to figure out a way to escape myself."

MU2 shrugged. Kylie's attitude wasn't her problem to solve. She turned back to the saddle-like devices mounted on the wall, licking her lips. Her thighs were wet, ready for more milking.

She wasn't sure how to operate these new devices. However, Daisy, with a clearer mind after her orgasm was the first of them to figure it out. "They're like chairs!" she declared, skipping over to the projections mounted to the wall.

She took a seat, spreading her legs to the side as her butt squeezed into the arched shape of the saddle. She laid against the wall, which was coated with a smooth, black cushion.

As soon as her back hit the wall, something clicked on. Her eyes brightened, wet, as a dildo slid from the saddle and plugged itself into her snatch. She pressed her fingers against her clit, rubbing vigorously. "Fuck, that feels amazing," she declared, her body vibrating from the assault.

Panels opened up, sliding out of the way to reveal an enclosed alcove. The chair tilted backwards, bringing mounted Daisy along with it. Arm rests slid out as the saddle pulled her to the rear, giving her a comfortable surface to lay on. Her moans got louder as she slid backwards into the wall, the dildo pounding her pussy in an unending stream.

The panels locked shut. Her screams of delight were muffled by the insulation on the interior of the chamber, but she was clearly having a great time. MU2 looked at the next station, staring at the saddle it sported. She knew what she wanted. She knew what she needed.

Turning around, she backed up to the saddle, determined to find out what Daisy was experiencing. Just as she was about to mount it, Kylie grabbed her hand, preventing her from sitting. "What game are you playing?" she asked, with an intense gaze. "Are you a plant? You don't seem to care about escaping at all."

"No, I don't work for them," MU2 replied, frowning. "I just want to be a cow." Her face expanded into a wide grin. Her eyes wandered and she stared into the distance, thinking about being milked.

Kylie gave her a look of disgust, and let go. "You're not a traitor, you're just a cow lover."

MU2 shrugged. "Maybe I don't feel like struggling against the inevitable. Maybe it's our fate to be a proper herd of cows."

"I don't believe that," replied Kylie, backing away. She turned to Natalia. "What do you think we should do?"

Natalia walked up to one of the saddles and examined it. She paused, trying to think. "I really want to say no, but my breasts are saying yes."

She fondled her fake boobs, sighing and closing her eyes as small squirts of milk expressed themselves from her tits. "I could stand here for hours trying to get all the milk out, or I could sit on this chair, get fucked, and enjoy myself."

She turned to look at the rest of them. "I don't plan on denying myself some pleasure to pass the time. You all can make your own decisions, but I need to release this pressure before I lose my mind."