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Sienna's become a proper part of Jaune's household as one of his slaves, and she's started getting used to the daily grind.
Then she's called to assist the cook with milking one of their cows.
Chapter 13
It still surprised Sienna how peaceful things had become after Arc had taken Kuo Kuana.
She'd been hopeful that her people would be able to strike back, make it difficult or expensive for the Arc to continue his campaign so far from support. To strike at their supply lines, to burn down their storehouses.
Instead, she'd been made to witness the day-to-day efficiency of the Arc military go unimpeded since the days Kuo Kuana had been taken.
The city was bustling with activity, most days. Arc had turned the once-capital city of the Kingdom of Menagerie into his staging ground for the subjugation of the faunus people. Many of the structures had been repaired or rebuilt outright and the melted road set to rights and made usable again.
Even the walls and the Great Gate had been repaired. Sienna couldn't tell if the magic that had kept it standing was gone or if Arc's powers had turned the walls to his service, too.
The city now also served a newer, darker purpose: the processing and exportation of slaves.
Faunus had been brought in from all corners of the kingdom. Not everyone had been able to get into the mountains in time because of how quickly Arc's forces had arrived.
Villages, towns, and cities had been scoured of people, she'd been told. Even the ones that had been burned down by the locals before escaping had the odd straggler that had been caught, and Sienna had been in the war room when the first of the outposts had been discovered.
In the city proper they were processed. Cleaned, branded, collared, and their documents drawn up. They were housed in prison camps that had been built over the areas where buildings had been completely flattened in the siege.
Unsurprisingly, a good number of them were women. Sienna didn't need much imagination to figure why they had been prioritized. She'd managed to catch word from some of the other slaves that most of the men that had been captured had just been killed.
Every now and then, when Sienna was permitted time to herself, she'd look out from the windows of Castle Belladonna and see them as they were marched into the camps from the gates or from the gates to the ports. They looked so small as they were loaded unto the ships. Arc had told her that they were being sent off to Monte Cristo first before they would be sent anywhere else.
For a brief moment - the first time she'd seen it happen - Sienna wanted to compare it to seeing insects. But insects weren't herded the way her people were being. Insects were not cleaned and tagged and documented in preparation for sale and ownership.
Cattle were.
Sienna was sure that their ancestors were turning in their graves, or that the God of Animals was weeping in whatever heaven there was. Centuries of the faunus people fighting to be considered people and here they were being subjugated by humans - one human.
These thoughts left a bitter taste in Sienna's mouth as she got up for the day, amber eyes already snapping to her open window from which she could see new ships coming into Kuo Kuana's refurbished ports. Arc had taken great pains to make quick improvements to them to allow for more berths. Armaments and supplies were still being shipped in from Monte Cristo just as slaves were sent back on those same ships.
All of the berths were filled, even the temporary wooden ones, and even with her still-drowsy eyes, she could see one of them being filled with faunus. Men, women, and children lined up, branded, and escorted to face their futures beneath the yoke of humanity.
Sienna hoped that Blake and Kali would be able to find a solution, because she didn't think she could help produce one from here.
With a sigh, the tiger faunus got up from her bed and moved to start the day.
~TtT~
Sienna had spent much time in Castle Belladonna in the years leading up to the Arc invasion. She served as captain of the guard for a few years, then going off to serve beneath the previous High General when she was being considered as a possible successor at Ghira's recommendation.
But never in all of those years did she ever walk the hallways of the castle's spires in so little clothing.
When before, Sienna had been dressed in her uniform of office, or the armor of a royal guardsman, Arc wanted to have easy access to her body whenever he felt the urge to⦠enjoy himself with his faunus slave. It was a 'uniform' that she'd seen worn by just about everyone else in the household - even Illia, who appeared to be Arc's favorite among his slaves - wore it.
The slip of linen technically covered much, going from the base of her neck all the way to below her knees. It was light, it was practical. Sienna would have almost not minded it had she worn it under different circumstances. She'd had her fair share of linen clothes, after all even if this one was a little more snug around the waist than she'd have liked.
But Arc didn't allow them any underwear, which left the slip her only layer of clothing. And the spires of Castle Belladonna were built with stone slabs. Very thick stone slabs. Slabs so thick that they kept any heat outside from penetrating into the tower proper. Sienna had always considered it cozy, but she'd always been bundled up in layers of clothing or layers under armor.
With just a single layer? She shivered as she walked down the hall towards her destination, hands rubbing her arms as she tried to endure the stinging pain of her now-stiff nipples rubbing against the dress.
Every day this had happened since she'd started serving as one of Arc's household slaves and stuffed into this excuse of a uniform. She'd made the walk from one end of the spire to the next to get to the kitchen nearest the king's apartments and then back to deliver Arc his breakfast. The monster liked to take it in his bedroom with his whores when he wasn't in a morning meeting at the war room.
Today was supposed to have been no different except she'd been greeted with a surprise when she arrived at the kitchen.
"We're out of milk."
Rumi was a rabbit faunus. One that had apparently been from Monte Cristo before the declaration of war and had been one of Arc's most-senior slaves. Not old by any means, but she'd been around a while now, supposedly bearing the brand since before Illia.
She was also Arc's personal cook, and he apparently took her with him everywhere.
Sienna had been told of her when she'd been about to be introduced to who was going to be ordering her around when Arc or his girls wasn't. She'd expected Rumi to be older - ancient, even.
Instead, she'd been taken to the kitchens and shown a rather woman that could have been younger than her. Her skin was slightly lighter than Sienna's. Milk chocolate to her own dark. And she wore the same linen slip the others did, but usually had a heavy apron made of leather when she was in the kitchen.
But there was more to it than just that, something that Sienna felt lay beneath the surface of the red-eyed rabbit woman. There was a twitchiness there, a stiffness, that she hadn't seen in the others.
It made for a stark contrast to the way she liked to carry herself all the time, which was with her shoulders square, her legs spread, and her arms crossed when she wasn't using them. Same way she could remember many of her more built soldiers liked to carry themselves.
But Rumi wasn't built like a strongman. Not really. She had calluses from working with pots and pans, hands that could touch the flame without feeling pain, and some muscles from lifting sacks of grain, pots full of stew, water, or wine.
But the rest of her was soft, with a curve to her bust and hips that shone through the slip and the apron that told her Arc hadn't taken her only for her cooking.
"Sienna."
A snow-white brow rose as the rabbit faunus stared at her.
"I can head down and get a jar up for you. There should be some in the main kit-"
"The master gets his milk from elsewhere. He wants you to know how to get it."
Sienna spotted immediately how tense she went. Rumi's back had gone ramrod straight, her eyes too wide. She wouldn't hold Sienna's stare and looked away when the tiger's brows furrowed.
Immediately, Sienna felt uneasy.
All the same, Rumi led her out of the kitchen and back the way they came. The rabbit faunus had instructed her to bring the breakfast tray with her - a large plate of smoked meats, fried eggs, and heavily buttered toast with some fresh fruits on the side.
"We're not going down?" She asked as they passed the staircase that led to the lower floors of the king's apartments.
"I told you," answered Rumi without missing a beat, "the master likes things to be easy to access." A blood-red eye looked over the other slave's shoulder, "I'm sure you've noticed with the uniform."
They stopped at a door Sienna had passed many times since she'd been a guard. The nondescript thing faced the hall that went around the side of the spire and was opposite a window.
"We keep a cow in a servant's storeroom?"
Rumi's laugh was hollow, broken.
"She doesn't take up a lot of space."
"God of Animals have mercyβ¦"
Eve Taurus hung from the rafters of the rather spartan room, chains coupled to the ends of her stumps. It left her back arched, the weight of her pulling her center down and arching her back perpetually in a way Sienna was sure couldn't have been comfortable.
But her titsβ¦ her titsβ¦
Oh they hung, large and heavy and glinting with little drops of milk that reflected what little light came through the door as she gently swayed from where she hung in the center of the room. Even from here she could hear how the beams gently creaked and the chains lightly clanked as she moved to and fro just a little.
"That's⦠that's not a cow, Rumi."
"What're you talking about?" Her senior answered, voice dead, "When did I say it was an animal we were milking? She's lactating, and the master wants her milk."
She didn't give Sienna any time to think, pulling her forward and laying a wide bucket on the low table that Sienna never noticed was just below Eve. And even though she hadn't seen it, she'd heard the little splat as the bucket was put on the table, even smelt the scent in the air.
"Girl's always full to bursting if we only milk her once a day. I'm sure she'll feel some relief."
Rumi gestured for her to come closer as she double-checked if the bucket was correctly lined up between the two over-large breasts. Eve's areolae were so puffy Sienna couldn't even see her actual nipples, sunken as they were.
When Sienna didn't come, the rabbit reached out and pulled her closer.
"Eve?" Her voice felt smaller than usual. Sienna didn't think she'd have recognized that voice in other circumstances.
"She can't hear you." Amber eyes met scarlet. Rumi's eyes were still wide, but the light in them had disappeared.
"W-what do you mean?"
Rumi didn't answer, dragging her even closer. Sienna could feel the heat coming off of Eve in waves, like she was standing next to a furnace. The tiger faunus could already feel sweat start to form on the parts of her skin closest to her old friend.
Dark hands reached out and took each of Eve's tit in them, the cow faunus letting out a groan as she started.
"Who-β¦ Who's there?" There was an exhaustion in her voice even as she trembled, fearful, resigned. Sienna could only imagine. "M-Master?"
"It's me, Eve." Sienna found herself saying without even thinking, but her friend only continued to ask about, beginning to name Ilia and Rumi before the mentioned rabbit faunus acted.
"Ah!"
"What're you doing?"
Each of Rumi's forefingers were stuck into the pinched flesh of Eve's areolae, wiggling about as Eve's suspended form squirmed from the sudden stimulation. The rabbit faunus didn't stop, but her eyes turned to Sienna before she explained - like it was the most normal thing in the world - that it would be hard to properly milk the cow faunus while her nipples were sunken in.
"That hurts!β¦ Ah!β¦ Hnnnnggggβ¦" Eve groaned, head shaking back and forth as the stimulation got the better of her. Sienna could see her hairless nether-lips begin to glisten in the poor light.
What?
She hadn't spoken, hadn't moved. Instead just fixated on where she was as Rumi pinched and prodded Eve as the former White Fang captain squirmed herself into arousal from nipple play alone. By the time the cow's surprisingly large nipples had started peeking out from her areolae, Sienna could see the odd drop seeping from her now-soaked pussy.
The sound that followed seemed to ring in Sienna's ears like a bell, echoing and bouncing around in her head as she took the time to just pause and absorb what she was seeing.
Pure white jet out of Eve's nipples in several streams, hitting the bottom of the bucket with such speed that a white mist rose from the top of it. The smell of milk in the air intensified.
Eve whimpered, sighed. The relief was surprisingly palpable.
"I wasβ¦ so full. Itβ¦ It achedβ¦ hurtβ¦"
Rumi pulled on Eve's nipples again, drawing another squirt of milk. Eve groaned.
"You'll want to squeeze around the nipples as you pull them down. If it's more to your liking, you can alternate between the tits. Really get into that rhythm." The rabbit's voice was flat. Technical. "Doesn't really matter, though. Do whatever works for you."
She pulled one more time, fingers squeezing down on both tits at once as white splashed into the slowly-filling bucket. Then again, and again, and again.
Eve was being milked. Someone she'd once considered a close friend and sister-in-arms was hanging suspended from the ceiling while she was being milked for today's breakfast. Sienna's stomach churned at the idea of Eve's milk being used for cheese, too.
Churned⦠butter.
Sienna wanted to gag.
Cattle. Eve had been turned into a milk cow.
Her mind came back to the sight of the people being herded when she'd woken up. They were all cattle. It wasn't even a comparison. It was truth.
Sienna felt a sob break from her mouth. It had come without a thought. They were animals. They were animals. Her people had been turned into literal livestock.
"Get a hold of yourself!"
The world jolted back into clarity as the pain on her right cheek flared. Idly, Sienna noticed the wetness that remained and noticed the sweet scent that came from her hand when she touched the place where she'd been struck.
Rumi had stopped her milking, scarlet eyes glaring at Sienna as white brows furrowed.
"The master wants his breakfast soon. If he wakes up before we get there we'll be in worse than Eve is right now." Rumi's words came in a snarled whisper, as though the delay was something Arc could notice while he slept in his room down the hall.
"Do you want to be punished, Sienna?" The rabbit hissed, leaning in so close that the tiger found herself feeling distinctly small when compared to the diminutive woman. "Do you want to end up like her?" She pointed at Eve, who continued to squirm even though she was no longer being milked, babbling about being left though her words were so slurred Sienna couldn't be sure. Even without being touched, Sienna could see her friend leaking fluids from both her tits and her pussy.
"Do you want to end up strung up without limbs and turned into a cow? Do you want to see what life is like without them? Because I can tell you it's a pathetic excuse of an existence. You're not even an animal. Look at her, Sienna!"
Surprisingly strong arms grabbed her by the waist and pulled her forward, close enough that Sienna could once again feel that heat of Eve's body, which had only grown since she'd started getting aroused. It struck Sienna, the beauty of it, the horror of it. Eve's curves had been preserved, her beauty. They bounced and jiggled in all the right ways still, and the arch of her back only emphasized them more.
But this woman had been broken. She'd been taken and torn apart so only what was considered 'useful' in her remained.
"Eve can't survive on her own anymore." Rumi whispered into Sienna's ear as her hand grabbed the back of Sienna's head and pushed her so close to Eve's sweat-slick body that she could see the individual droplets. "She needs to be fed, needs to be cleaned. Ilia moves her around in a wheelbarrow!"
One hand reached out, took a nipple in between its fingers and pulled.
"Oooooooogh!"
Milk shot out at the same time as juices sprayed out from in between Eve's leg-stumps, the air misting with the smell of arousal.
"She's good for sex. She's great for sex from what the master's said. An armless, legless onahole that can't do anything but take whatever fucking he wants to give her. Whether it's slow, relentless, or if he just wants to leave himself shoved down her throat while she can't pull away for air."
Eve's breast was molten-hot. Sticky and slippery with sweat, and it rubbed against Sienna's cheek as the cow faunus struggled in her bonds.
"She eats because he wills it, she isn't wallowing in her own filth because he wills it, she breathes because he wills it. She is his creature, because she literally can't live without him.
"Do you want to be like her? To lose all agency, even the ability to walk under your own power? To be little more than a living, breathing sex toy in every sense of the word?"
Shakily, the tiger faunus shook her head, unintentionally rubbing her nose against the soft flesh. Eve let out another groan.
Rumi released her, and stepped back. Sienna let out a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding, a weight settling in the pit of her stomach that hadn't been there before.
"The master can turn you into this⦠this thing. Whenever he wants." The white-haired woman raised an arm into the light, the ray on the milk-chocolate skin highlighting something Sienna had never noticed before: a thin scar, almost perfectly straight except for the odd line that crossed it vertically running all the way around the width of Rumi's upper arm. "One word, one thought, and you could end up like her."
Sienna felt the weight in her belly drop deeper than she ever thought it could, a cold feeling taking its place as the yawning abyss swallowed up her soul. Horror.
"You⦠you were like her? Before?"
"The master can do whatever he wants to those that have the brand, Sienna Khan. Once we have it, our bodies are his, not ours. We just get to use them when he isn't."
"How⦠how did-"
"He can give them back, too. It's⦠not a pretty sight when he does, and not everyone survives it." Scarlet eyes looked away, lost in thought or memory. "He can give fake limbs, too. Eve has them, but he just never lets her use them."
The rabbit took a deep breath, her demeanor returning to the laid-back cook Sienna had grown so used to since coming into Arc's service, though the tension she'd seen since before this started was still there if more muted.
"We've gotten enough for you to sample. Go get one of the cups."
"I⦠what?"
"Did I stutter?"
Her hands shook as she took one of the plain cups that had been on the tray. Whatever hesitation she still had when she'd been about to reach into the half-filled tub of Eve's milk disappeared when she briefly looked at the woman that hung above it. Her friend who'd been reduced to amputated livestock to make the household's daily milk when she wasn't being used as a cocksocket.
Briefly, ever so briefly, the image changed from pale skin to dark-chocolate, hair turned from red to black, and horns were replaced with cat ears and tiger stripes.
It was mildly sweet. Thicker than she'd ever expected, and smelling faintly of spices.
Sienna choked on it.
Rumi was kind enough to pretend not to notice, keeping silent until she'd managed to cough up the milk and wipe her face with her arm. Bloodshot eyes turned to see the rabbit faunus give her a nod.
"Your turn to milk her. I'll be watching your technique for a bit, then I'll have to do something else." Her gaze sharpened, "You will not stop until I tell you to, do you understand?"
Sienna's shaky nod was not a good enough answer, "Say it."
"U-understood."
"Good."
The tiger faunus wasn't sure why Rumi felt it necessary to extract that promise from her, but between the cold pit in her belly and the utter strangeness of the situation she was in, Sienna really, really didn't like it.
All the same, she did as she was bade and sat on the stool that Rumi had used, suppressing a wince as she felt the hot wetness of the milk - Sienna prayed it was milk - pressed against her behind. And, with a deep breath and no small amount of trepidation, Sienna got to work.
It was disgusting. Demeaning. Eve's breasts were so very full. Just the weight of them felt different from any tits Sienna had ever touched. There was a heft to them that Sienna had never felt before, and she'd slept with her fair share of women before all of this started.
The first squirt she drew from her friend made her just stare as white streaked down in several streams from her left tit. For a moment Sienna just sat there and took that in, seeing the loose droplets make ripples in the shadowed and shiny surface of the now finger-deep pool below.
All that milk. Enough to fill an entire pitcher, by her reckon, and it had been made by her friend. It was so thick⦠more cream than milk. She'd noticed that when she'd tasted it, but this was the first time she'd actually given it a real look. And still there was more.
Focus. Focus. Squinting, Sienna did her best to just ignore the squirming, ignore the moaning. It wasn't easy. The sounds she heard were the breathy mewls of someone she'd grown up with, someone she'd fought beside.
Eventually, Sienna managed to get into some form of rhythm. She'd alternated drawing from each of Eve's tits, with the odd break to wait for Eve to stop squirming. From what she'd seen, she'd actually managed to get enough to get over halfway through.
And then she heard the crack.
The cow faunus screamed, her whole body stiffened so suddenly that Sienna pulled away to figure out what was going on.
"Don't you dare stop, Khan!"
It was Rumi. She'd moved from her place standing over Sienna's shoulder to Eve's head, her hands gripped around each of Eve's horns.
There was another crack.
"Aaaaaaaaah!" The red-haired cow tried to move, tried to pull her head away, but with her helpless body all she did was cause herself more pain by putting weight on the horns that Rumi was using like handlebars. "Please! Please! I don't want to go through the pain again!"
But Rumi held fast, her fingers tightening so hard she heard another crack resound just before Eve let loose another scream.
"Milk the bitch, Khan!" The snarl sent Sienna back to work. There were no questions, only action. It was then that she noticed that more milk came with each draw, that the smell had turned distinctly sweeter even as Sienna felt her head grow light with the heady scent of woman filling the air.
Crack after crack bounced around the room, the begging turning more and more slurred as any attempt Eve made to move away only turned her about her head like some twisted lever.
But still she did not stop. Could not stop. Because if she did, it would be her hanging from the rafters, it would be her living a life of indignity - more indignity - as a living fuckhole while she was milked every day for breakfast so the master could have cheese and butter.
Sienna kept going because she didn't want to become like Eve.
"Noooooooo⦠Nooooooooooooooo⦠Nooooooaaaaargh!"
There was a snap. Sienna pulled back as she saw milk shoot outward and down like a fountain between tugs with enough intensity that it made her flinch. Despite it, her eyes couldn't turn away from the sight of it filling the bucket the rest of the way up as Eve's pussy let loose a mist of girlcum as she came.
She wasn't sure if it lasted seconds or minutes, but she stayed stock-still and took it all in. Eve's whole form shuddered with such intensity that the chains rattled up a storm, mixing with her waning scream like some cursed orchestra that Sienna was sure she'd never forget. She could have sworn she'd seen the cow faunus drooling, saliva joining the mix of juices that covered the floor of the room alongside the dawning horror of the reason the thing had been so sparsely decorated.
It was so it would be easy to wipe down after Eve had shamed herself during milking.
By the time her friend had finally calmed down, she'd gone limp in her chains. Swinging limply to and fro, Sienna would have almost believed she was dead if it hadn't been for her gentle panting.
The bucket was full. Overflowing, almost. The sweetness of it filled the room and mixed with the tanginess of Eve's girlcum that covered the floor and part of the walls.
In Rumi's hands lay the shattered remains of Eve's horns. The polished lengths were broken in three places besides the jagged thing that remained attached to her head. Sienna could spot the cook's flushed face even in the poor light of the room and the way her silhouette heaved in a mix of effort and arousal.
An arousal Sienna couldn't deny as she rubbed her thighs together and felt both some relief and wetness in between them.
She wasn't sure if this was meant to shame her, Rumi, Eve, or all three of them. What she could admit to herself was that it had worked, because Sienna felt very small, indeed.
She'd just treated a fellow faunus like cattle, taken from her body something they'd used livestock for - treated her as little more than, if not worse.
All the while, the terror of becoming exactly like her had fueled her into doing as she was bid.
Rumi didn't need to pause, though, instead going back to work and cleaning up the room and getting ready to head back to the kitchen. It had been a tough thing for Sienna, but it seemed the rabbit was kind enough when she could afford it.
Because while Rumi worked, Sienna wept, dreading everything that was to come.
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