Miller . . . I mean Mike . . . sat down on a nearby chair and looked up at me.“How do you feel Katie?” he asked. I looked down and once again his...cock had begun to push out the front of his pants. “A little helpless,” I admitted. But looking back down at his shorts, it was also a bit exciting. Thoughts went through my mind of being totally under his control and to follow whatever he might want to do to me. He stood up and stood in front of me.“I can understand those thoughts . . . but. He did all the things a dairyman would do to a herd, to us. Healso put Bag Balm on our breasts. Then he put more hormones in us.Three months into our confinement. We were milked twice a day. If wewere real cows, I would say Dan treated us proper. Only Anne was notput on the milking machine. Dan always hand milked her. Dan at random,would hand milk any one of us. It was when he hand milked me, I saw away out. Dan had a cell phone on his hip.After he left, I said, "He is treating us like cows. For a while I tried to earn some money by offering blow jobs and face-fucks in the streets on weekend nights, but the most I managed to get was a 20 for a really rough face-fuck by a really *HUGE* black guy. There was no way for me to earn anything even remotely close to the amount I payed to Driller every Friday. So… weeks later, after I sold my house, I rented a cheap garage near the abandoned factory that I visited on Fridays so I didn't even need my car any more (except for the spare wheel. A rock being skittered across the asphalt made me jump and turn in fear. There was nothing behind me except the empty road and a couple street lights. All the houses were dark and looked comfortably tucked in their little coves. “Comfortable, psht, right,” I grunted, “As if anything is comfortable or safe in this world.” I started walking again and looked up at the red moon. It sure seemed brighter tonight. Maybe the elders were watching out for me? Doubtful. Being on the side of Markal had.