Jenny was cold. The girls were cold. The cage was too small, the water had scum on it. The "food" was as tasteless as it was filling. It reminded her of rice. Overcooked rice. Steph and Jilly preferred her tits, and Jenny was fine with that. Her B cup breasts had become large C's, painfully full of milk two hours after feeding both girls.
She ran over the last weeks events.
In the garden, griping about the weeds, Steph with a bug on her, crying about it. Then BOOM wakes in a cage with and extra daughter and both aged by years. The reflection in the water said she hadn't aged a day, perhaps even regressed a year. Jenny had no stretch marks on her belly. None of this made any sense at all. Then she saw the "people" here. Felt unusual urges regarding feeding her own daughters, and an unsatisfiable need to breed with her husband.
The only thing she could quell was the urge to be close to her daughters. She ate the mushy rice, drank the stale water, and breast fed Steph and Jill.
Two days ago a human male walked by her cage inside the "barn" as they called it. The boy had no cock or balls and looked as if he'd been shaved from head to toe. He stopped at her cage and spoke to her.
"I am Master's runner. I am here to tell you that your brother arrives soon. You will be with him again, in mind, heart, and body. You are to breed many children with him, cows and boys...er cunts. You are to teach your daughters, calves to breed with him when they become of breeding age..
The cunt will have to breed all those cows over there too." The slave pointed to a line of girls and women all bent over on apparatus. They had feet bound on the ground, bent at the waist ninety degrees, hands bound below them and tits in funnels attached to a machine.
"Milking machines?" Jenny asked.
"Human milk is valuable here, a delicacy used in cooking and drinking. The very rich, including our Master, even bathes in gallons of it. You will help make him more rich with your um..daughters. Best I can tell, a credit here is worth about 2 American dollars. A gallon of your milk is worth about ten thousand dollars." The slave said.
"I was bought for 500,000 credits. Does that mean I'm worth 50 gallons?" Jenny asked.
"Not sure. I'm just a runner. I collect the information I'm told, and deliver it. Math wise that would be true." The slave said.
"What is your name? I'm Jenny, and this is Stephanie and Jill." Jenny said.
" I used to have one...on...on..." The slave tried to remember.
"Earth?" Jenny helped.
"Yes, but I have been here awhile now, and have since forgot it. I am simply Brown Runner. I think cause my eyes are brown." He said humbly. " You will forget things too soon. We are all just the property of Master, and pleasing his staff is what we are here for. Don't fight it Jenny, it will bring a happiness we never knew on Earth." Brown recited as if reading it.
"Not possible. My brother and I were very happy on Earth, and I doubt this cage will ever bring me anything other then muscle cramps and nausea from the fact I have no place to shit but one corner." Jenny hissed.
"Your tune will change when you are given a purpose." Brown said.
"I have a purpose." Jenny said quietly. She thought of Steven. Her eyes shined in light of the cleanest barn she had ever seen, although it was dimly lit. "So do they." She hugged her daughters at her breasts.
"I'm sure you do."
"Will you be there when my brother arrives?" Jenny asked.
"Most likely not. If I'm not running items between the palace and the barns and fields, I'm in the security guards house being fucked, and watered. He won my ass in a poker game. So I go there at night. Master owns my legs and voice, but Stilta owns the rest of me." Brown bowed his head. It was a happy motion. The 19 year old boy clearly loved his station in life.
"Brown Runner?" Jennifer needed to know more about this place, and as this slave was allowed to move freely, he was the best chance for answers.
"What is it cow?" He responded looking at her eyes. It occurred to Jenny he had not looked at her crotch, or tits at all. Quite unusual. She dismissed him calling her "cow", she was beginning to understand that her purpose was to breed and produce milk. She would be a proud and happy cow, after Steven arrived.
"What can you tell me... about this... world, and it's customs?" Jenny kept her eyes locked with his, hoping he would spend the time to tell her all she needed to know. Brown sat down on a bucket outside her cage, and began to share the accumulated knowledge he could remember.
They were on a planet called Volcett. The Master was a Feran, named Jadal. The Feran race ruled many systems near to Earth. Earth had actually been overlooked for a few centuries after it had been planted. The only thing that made Earth catch the Feran's eye for harvest was Earth's recent space exploration program.
Every System had a Governor that reported to the King on the namesake planet of Feran. Each planet had a High Lord that ruled it, Under this High Lord, were regular Lords who owned large plots of land, sometimes whole continents. They divided the land into smaller parcels that were governed by sheriffs.
Jadal was a Lord, with 6 sheriffs on his large island.
The majority of the population lived in cities. Only the rich and Lords lived in the country, normally operating immense farms. Your average "Joe" Feran was highly educated, and worked in business or real estate. If these were not a Feran's calling, then the military was always a solid option. Because all manual labor was done by slaves of the conquered or "seeded" planets, Earth being a seeded planet, Ferans never got their hands dirty. Slaves were to Ferans, as televisions or cars were to humans. Even the poorest of Ferans owned one or two.
