“That’s a relief,” she inhaled deeply. “I feel better knowing my babies are in the care of someone I know and trust.”
“You will have no permanent damage to your breasts—” My throat scratched dry and I struggled to speak as I did my best to try and alleviate any fears she might have about the injuries her body sustained.
“We’re sorry this happened to you, ku’u lei,” Napua took Aurora’s right hand in hers and squeezed. “One of the other Milkmaids was jealous that you had been chosen to tape this week’s promotional video. So, she sabotaged your milking machine. Needless to say, security has already escorted her off the planet. She’ll likely be spending the best years of her life on a prison satellite—”
“The artificial intelligence in your apartment that communicates with your breast pump saved your life – and your breasts,” Tita added as she paced back and forth at the side of her best friend’s hospital bed. “If Dr. Craig hadn’t required the extra redundancy in the safety protocols, the AI might not have been able to act swiftly enough to save you. We might have lost you. Oh sweetie, I’m so glad you’re safe.” Tita bent down and kissed Aurora’s cheek.
“Thank you for letting me know what happened,” Aurora tipped her chin to her best friend and her government handler, the rate of her speech slowing as her mind processed what had occurred.
“And thank you Dr. Craig for helping to save my life.”
Unexpectedly she grimaced as she crossed her arms tightly across her bandaged chest.
“Are you in pain?” I asked. And for the first time in years my cheeks reddened. They burnt hot with the fear that too much desperation for her comfort might be coming across in my voice and showing on my face.
This might be another first for me. I might be revealing my true feelings for Aurora, publically, for the first time today.
“No, I’m not in pain. I feel nothing.” She answered with heavy water pooling in her eyes.
“No offense Dr. Craig, but I don’t care if the AI in my living quarters helped saved my life. I refuse to ever use a virtual reality milking machine or a breast pump ever again. I don’t trust them anymore.” Aurora jutted out her plump lower lip in manner that made my pulse quicken. She crossed her arms even tighter across her bandaged chest.
“You won’t have to ever use a milking machine again,” I tried to speak the words as kindly as possible. “You were injured by milking equipment while in The Farm’s care. Your contract is now null and void, and the New Maui planetary government is releasing you from all of your Milkmaid duties. You are no longer a hucow. Sorry – sorry. I’m so sorry to have used that crude, old earth word to describe you, dear.”
**
My hucow contract is null and void.
Thank goodness I never have to risk being tortured by another milking machine ever again.
“You’re free,” Napua smiled down at me as she grasped my right hand again and held it tightly inside her fingers’ firm, warm embrace. “You’re free to go home with your children and live the life you’ve always dreamt of.”
I’m free…to go home. The thought set an icy wind blowing across the surface of my skin. A chill overtook me and I shivered.
Where is my home? I’m no longer a Milkmaid, so I can’t stay in my quarters on The Farm. And I wouldn’t want to anyway. I don’t want to ever see that apartment again. I don’t want to be reminded of my painful ordeal with the sabotaged milking machine. And most of all, I don’t want to be constantly reminded of the five years I’ve spent living in the desperate isolation of forced sexual abstinence.
I can’t. No, I won’t ever go back to those living quarters again.
But the question remains— where will I live? I felt my lips turn down into a pained expression as I considered the answer to that question.
I’ve never had parents, or a sister. So, my best friend Tita is so much more to me than just a friend. She is the sister of my heart. And as my sister, she must have sensed that my mind was harboring sad thoughts.
First she growled then fisted thick chunks of her long wolf-brown milking skirt in her hands before speaking.
“No offense Napua, but while this behavior is typical of other planetary governments I never expected to see it here on New Maui.”
Napua continued to smile, but her eyes blazed angry as she angled her chin to the side to better listen to Tita speak.
“The government’s treatment of its first and most treasured Milkmaid is shameful. Now that she’s temporarily unable to take her hormones and pump her breast milk, this planet is finished with her. Her contract is over and she’s being banished from this pristine world. I have it on good authority that tomorrow morning the New Maui government is sending her back to the industrial hunk of space metal she was born on.”
“Planet of aloha, huh!” my best friend huffed. “This is more like the planet of broken promises!”
My already chilled body seized up, frozen with terror.
Were Tita’s accusations true? Tomorrow, will I be transported off this beautiful paradise planet? Am I really to be sent back to that cold metal wasteland I was born on – a used-up woman, doomed to live out the rest of her years alone, without the man she loves on a harsh, colorless, and loveless satellite?
What about my children? I can’t take them to that satellite with me. No, I refuse to steal them away from their loving island home to transport them to a satellite full of horrors. They were born here and are both full New Maui citizens. They have the right to stay here and enjoying living on the island home of their birth.
Maybe I can convince their father to save them.
I must make him agree to take them home with him.
I can’t think about myself right now. I have to devote what’s left of my dwindling brain power to convincing Dr. Craig to take our two children into his home. We both know they are his biological son and daughter. But, his admitting that isn’t what matters.
He doesn’t have to risk embarrassing himself or losing his position as medical director of The Farm by claiming Makoa or Kalei as his children publically. All he has to do is take our babies into his home, raise them with love and keep them safe from harm.
Chapter 7
“Aurora doesn’t have to leave the planet. She has every right to stay here. She will continue to live on New Maui!” I spoke the words far more forcefully than I had intended to. But, I couldn’t help myself. I was angry – no, rageful that Tita had dared to speak aloud the hurtful and unfounded rumor that sweet, gentle Aurora was doomed to be deported off world.
It’s clear Tita’s rant has caused the hormones of terror to flood into Aurora’s system. She’s pretending to be brave, but her body is visibly shaking, shivering like she’s standing naked and all alone in the middle of an icy tundra.
But, she’s not all alone. Everyone in this room loves her and has got her back. She just doesn’t seem to know it. Nuff said? No, there could never be enough said about how much each of us loves her.
Although she’s blinking back her tears, I can see the intense fear hiding behind the pools of water that refuse to fall from her eyes.
She lifts her chin and gazes directly at me.
“Please don’t allow my children to be sent away.”
Her simple plea sounded out and the entire room fell silent. She spoke her words with deliberate steady strength that was in direct defiance of the relentless trembling of her body. We were all in such awe of the power of her love for her children that none of us dared part our lips to give her a response.
All this pain over a rumor that wasn’t even true.
Oh, Tita why couldn’t you have checked the facts before opening your mouth and causing the woman we both care about so much distress.
I was also furious when I first heard the rumor that Aurora was being sent away. So furious in fact that I stormed into Napua’s office and gave her a harsh talking too. But she assured me that the rumor about Aurora being deported was just that – a rumor. And she’s nev
er lied to me once, so I believe her. She assured me that the planetary government has every intention of keeping its promise to grant full citizenship to Aurora and all of the other women once their hucow contracts are up.
The story about Aurora being deported was all lies – just a hurtful rumor someone made up. Even on the beautiful islands of this planet of aloha people make up stories, tell half-truths and keep secrets. I suppose it’s the nature of some humans to deceive and the nature of others to tell the truth. I wonder what makes a person decide to do one or the other.
Napua was the first of us to respond to Aurora’s plea to not be separated from her children.
“No one will take your children away from you,” she clenched Aurora’s hand firmly as she bent down to kiss the white tips of her knuckles. “You and your children can live together wherever you’d like.”
“Is that really true?” Tita responded before Aurora could speak. Her eyes narrowed, glaring hard at the government official.
“Yes, what I just promised is correct,” Napua said. “I don’t know where you’ve gotten your inaccurate information from, but the New Maui government has every intention of keeping its promises to our Milkmaids. All of you ladies will be well taken care of after your contracts end.
In fact, the government’s initial plan was to create a special honorary village near the ocean where all the former Milkmaids and their children could live in luxury and comfort for the rest of their lives.
But, the planet’s other elders and I argued against it. We believe it’s important that each of you ladies have the right to forge your own path in life – to create your own happiness by living where and with whomever you want to.”
Napua shot me a stern look. “Isn’t that right Kale?”
In that instant, I knew Napua had discovered the truth. She had probably already known for years that Aurora’s children were also my children. But, now she was challenging me to reveal that secret truth to the woman I love.
She was a wise and kind elder. She was giving me the opportunity to redeem myself. She knew it would be best for everyone involved if I was the one who spoke the truth about my wanting Aurora so badly that I’d resorted to hijacking her womb with my seed – twice.
I’d wanted the beautiful, brilliant woman from the first day I’d met her. During her interview for her position as a Milkmaid, she had been so forthcoming, so remarkably honest in her expression of her reasons for wanting to be a part of the experiment.
And ever since that first day, she has repeatedly blown me away with her persistent mental fortitude in the face of all of the indignities she’s been expected to submit to as a hucow and all the trials she’s endured in her journey to become a mother.
Aurora Silver is a stellar woman. She’s a woman worth loving and being loved by.
I lowered my head.
I’d robbed her. I’d robbed her of choice.
Instead of breeding her with integrity, I’d succumbed to the power of my lust and desire to own her body. I’d stolen her future.
I’d robbed her of the chance to make the choice for herself of whether or not she wanted me to be the father her children.
Instead of waiting for her Milkmaid contract to be over and then asking her to be the mother of my children like I should have, I’d stolen pieces of her and forever bonded them to pieces of me, creating our cherished daughter and then son.
And although I thought I’d done a fine job of hiding my betrayal of trust, it turns out I’d actually done a rather sloppy job of keeping my misdeeds a secret. Napua and by extension the government must already know that I switched the sperm samples.
As a man who aspires to one day become a loving husband and father to his family, it’s time for me to live up to my ideals and tell the truth. I’m determined to not only tell Aurora the truth about inseminating her with my seed. I’m determined to also tell her the truth about loving her. I love her. I want no more secrets between us. I have no excuse to hide my heart from the woman I love any longer.
“I love you Aurora,” I said, refusing to hold back the strength of my feeling for her.
“But, I’ve done something deceptive that I need you to know about.” Fear gripped my throat and I stuttered. “I—I –I,” I inhaled a deep breath. “I am—”
“You’re the father of both Kalei and Makoa. Is that what you’re trying to tell me?”
I jerked my head backward in shock.
**
He loves me.
Kale Craig loves Aurora Silver. Dr. Craig loves – me.
I wish I could feel my chest. I imagine my heart is drumming fiercely against my ribs I’m so happy.
“How did you know I was the father of your, I mean, our children?” Kale asked me with glistening wide eyes and his palm pressed hard to his forehead.
I scrunched my nose and shifted my lips to the side in disbelief. Was he serious? I would have had to have been a blind woman not to have noticed the physical resemblance between Kale and our two children.
Wait. Perhaps my assessment of the situation was unfair. Few people had noticed the resemblance between our daughter Kalei and Kale. But, I’d spent so many hours examining Kale’s strong features during my voyeuristic activities that I’d immediately recognized his strength in Kalei’s face the moment she was born.
It was different with our son Makoa. Kale and Makoa looked incredibly similar from the start. And they’d grow more and more alike in appearance each day.
With my first pregnancy, I thought I’d just gotten lucky – fate had intervened and chosen Kale’s sperm sample to impregnate me. I’d taken it as a sign the two of us were meant to be bonded for life. I’d imagined it meant that someday my handsome doctor would become my future lover or possibly even my husband.
Being medically examined, fondled and milked like a cow every day can be a demeaning process. In order to help me endure the indignities of my life as a hucow, my mind had given the process a deeper meaning. And the meaning it had chosen was: I was meant to be a mother, Kale was meant to be the father of my first child and we were destined for a loving future together.
But, with my second pregnancy and the birth of our son Makoa, I knew that fate wasn’t at work. It was Dr. Kale Craig who was at work. He was slipping me his sperm, ensuring that every child I bore was his. And I was happy for it. I didn’t have to rely on fate to deliver me a happy future. I had a strong, brave man who was more than capable of doing the job himself.
“How did you know?” Kale repeated his question. “How did you know I was the father of our children?”
“How could I not?” I replied with continued genuine wonder that he had actually believed I hadn’t known. “Just look at our babies. Makoa is practically an exact copy of you, and Kalei looks like a cross between me and your mother Napua.”
“She’s right, keikikane,” Napua spoke up. “All the elders know you are the father of Aurora’s children, and we are all eager for you, her and your two children to be bonded together as family.
“Ke aloha,” Craig breathed and bent down to nuzzle his nose against mine.
I don’t know what the words ‘ke aloha’ mean, but I know by the way Kale is clutching my cheeks in his strong, warm hands that they must mean something good, very good – and romantic.
“Finally,” Tita cheered and bent down to hug us both. I had almost forgotten she was here. And I was happy she still was. The warmth of her hand on my shoulder, Napua’s hand on my wrist and Kale’s hands on my face soothed away all my fears about the future. This felt good. It felt good to be loved.
Chapter 8
My morning visitor is here — spying on me again.
Her tiny, bio-engineered camera is already buzzing around our bedroom.
It’s on time. I’m the one who’s late. I’d better hurry up, strip off my pajama bottoms and jump into the shower before I disappoint my favorite voyeur.
Aurora needs her morning fix of jilling off material. And I want, no I need her to know
I’m the man she can rely on to help satisfy her daily cravings. My chiseled body is all the eye candy she’ll ever need to get her off.
The last thing I want is for her to begin her day unsatisfied. She deserves to experience all the pleasure her body can handle. The Farm owes her that much. I owe her that much.
After all, she helped us find the solution to the fertility crisis. Although it was an unexpected solution, the newly developed hormone combination has proven to be a more than satisfactory fertility cure – and marital aid. Now, every evening at bedtime, Aurora swallows her dose of Lacta-cure while I rub my dollop of Super-spurt on the underside of my full and heavy balls.
On a purely personal level, I enjoy knowing my wife starts her days watching me cleanse my naked body. So, every morning I put on a sexy show for her while I’m in the shower. I do some dirty dancing and stroke myself, making my manhood grow long and hard for her viewing pleasure.
“C’mon big boy, stroke it,” The newest feature of Aurora’s tiny spy-cam broadcasts her voice directly into the shower. The cave-like walls cause her playful, yet commanding tone to echo powerfully inside the wet room.
“You know,” I tease her. “It’s not truly voyeurism if you announce yourself to the person you’re peeping on.”
She chuckles.
“You’re right, dirty boy.”
The fruit fly spy-cam twirls upward and flies swiftly out of the room.
I grasp my long, turgid manhood in both hands and stroke – waiting for what I know is about to come next.
A rush of chilled air sweeps across my body as Aurora flings the wet room’s doors open.
“Damn, you’re a sexy cowboy,” she moans as she strides closer.
I shiver with need. My eyes flick down to her full, luscious bosom then raise back up to gaze into the intensity of her glimmering eyes.
Feeling my thirst for my wife’s sweet cream overtake me, I suck my bottom lip inside my mouth to moisten it then sweep the tip of my tongue across my top lip to wet it as well.
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