Transformed

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Transformed - Chapter 12: Breakout

The following week found the new cattle settling into a routine. Evan had been kept in its cage anytime it was not being milked for the first few days but had slowly been given privileges like time outdoors and the ability to sleep with the other cows. However, it remained aloof and did not associate with its fellow bulls. Lucas and Gimp kept a watchful eye on it to ensure it did not fall out of line.

Evan still resented being treated like an animal. The milking sessions were pleasurable, but it hated being restricted, and the shock collar around its neck had been the focus of its attention. It had spent hours feeling it and searching for any way to remove it. Made of molded plastic and attached tightly to the dark leather band, there appeared no seem to pry into. However, on its second night in the cattle's bedroom, it noticed Noah was a heavy sleeper. Situated in the next bed over, Evan quietly inspected the collar around it and eventually found a small hole on one side. Determined to exploit this opening, it bided its time and started exploring the grounds looking for anything of use.

The cattle's drugs had been slowly reduced to one shot a day, but they all felt the effects. Their balls were sore and felt full all the time, and their production of semen increased slowly. Handling all five of the bulls was a full-time job for Lucas, and he was happy when he finally got word that Richard had hired on some help.

Ralph was a skinny man. The first time Lucas saw him, he thought he might blow away with the next gust of wind, but the man's upper arms were bulky. He was about 35 years old and had a perpetual five o'clock shadow made of red hair on his face. His skin was toughened from years of working in the sun, and he was never seen in anything but a pair of overalls and large work boots. He lived a few miles away. A friend of Richard's brother for over a decade, he could be trusted to be discrete, and when he showed up for work Friday morning and walked into the barn, the sight of five naked bulls with their cocks being milked didn't seem to faze him.

"You named Slave?" Ralph asked as he took his hat off and wiped the sweat off his brow.

"That's me, Sir," Lucas replied as he stood from a stool positioned behind Ben.

"Name's Ralph. Don't call me Sir. I know you are Richard's property, but let's just stay as equals here. That ok with you?"

"Sounds good, Ralph," Lucas replied as he shook the man's hand.

"How can I help?" Ralph asked.

"If you don't mind monitoring one side of the barn, I can work on the other," Lucas said. "In the morning, each beast needs to have their hooves covered in this cream that will thicken their soles. Be sure to cover their left and right foot and then, while it is penetrating, groom them while they are milked. After they are done, we collect the fluids and bring them to the back of the barn for processing."

"Sounds cool," Ralph said as he moved over to sit on the empty stool behind Noah.

Lucas smiled and handed Ralph a pair of gloves and a tub of cream and then went back to coating Ben and Evan's hooves. When all five of the cattle were groomed and finished their sessions, the two helped the beasts out of their stalls and sent them into the field for the morning. Lucas showed Ralph how to empty the containers into labeled vials and bring them back to the production room to be scanned to monitor each bull's output. It was all dumped into one giant glass jug when they were done.

"That's a hell of a lot of cum, even for five guys!" Ralph replied.

Lucas laughed.

"It's the drugs we have them on. It makes them produce more. Once they are at top production, it will be several times that volume."

"Fucking hell," Ralph exclaimed. "I always wondered what was in that drink. Been taking it for the past year. Really gives me energy during the day."

"Well, grab some clean gloves and you can help me with the morning batch!" Lucas replied with a smile.

Lucas grabbed the frozen fruit and other ingredients for the mixture and set out several industrial blenders. With the two of them working, the process went much quicker, and within two hours, they had finished canning several crates of product.

"There will be a van that will come to pick up all of this at about 11 am," Lucas said. "Do you think you can handle putting it in the vehicle for me when it gets here?"

"Sure," Ralph replied.

"Perfect," Lucas said. "In the meantime, grab a broom and clean up the barn and I will disinfect the milking machines."

"You got it!" Ralph said as he smiled and left the room.

As the bulls wandered into the field, Evan broke from the group and sat alone under a tree. It had become its preferred spot in the shade. Several twigs and branches were scattered around the base, and it noticed it was extremely tough wood. It had picked out a small piece and had started working on it to sharpen and reduce its circumference. Its goal was to produce a small toothpick-like piece that could fit within the opening of the shock box on its collar.

The other cattle laid on the ground on a hill some distance away. Bull had become the group leader, and Oliver, Noah, and Ben were never far behind it. They loved to lay on each other and began to learn from Bull how to communicate. Noah looked across at Evan and then back at Ben.

"What do you think he is doing over there?" Noah mouthed.

Ben lifted its shoulders and shook its head.

"No idea," It mouthed back. "I don't like him."

"Me either," Noah replied.

Oliver playfully hit Ben and smiled before letting out a raspy, guttural sound. It had been trying to work on vocalizing as its neck had healed. Ben smiled back and tried to return with a similar sound but only managed a softer grunt.

"I am going to use that sound as my happy sound," Oliver mouthed.

Bull had heard its brother's noises and it turned and nuzzled them both in encouragement. The two cows smiled and scratched Bull's ears in response.

"Do your balls hurt?" Ben mouthed to Oliver.

"Yeah, a bit," Oliver replied. "But the milking helped. I guess the drugs are working. My beard is filling in too!"

Ben reached over and felt the soft hair on the bull's face and then felt its own.

"Me too!" Ben mouthed.

Noah let out a loud grunt and a gurgle and Oliver, Ben, and Bull looked at it.

"I made a sound!" Noah mouthed as it smiled.

The bulls leaned over to embrace and congratulate it.

By the middle of the next week, Evan had almost got its wooden tool in the shape it wanted. It had kept it in a hole in the tree when it was being milked or sleeping and had used stones to sand and finish it. The resulting small implement was hard and sharp enough to draw blood. As it was coming in to eat dinner, it hid it in its hands and later under its bed until the bulls were all fast asleep.

The light of a full moon came through the windows in the cattle's sleeping room. When Evan heard Oliver snoring, it moved over and positioned the implement near the hole on the box attached to the beast's collar. It had decided it would be easier to explore on Oliver's collar before trying anything on its own.

The wooden toothpick slid easily into the hole and it poked around till it felt some resistance. After over an hour of prodding, it found that pushing it to the side caused the box to move and the top could be removed. The mechanism inside looked simple enough, but it took another hour before it found the places where the device was attached to the leather collar. Once it determined how to remove the box, it closed Oliver's and went to work on its own.

It was near midnight when it felt the box disengage from its collar and fall to the bed below. Evan sighed in relief and looked around the room to ensure none of the bulls were awake. It then crept towards the door and opened it to exit into the night.

Its first destination was the barn. It had noticed that Ralph had brought an extra pair of overalls if he needed to change, and he left them on a peg near the production room. When Evan located them, it realized that Ralph's smaller frame would make it difficult to wear them. It found a knife and cut down the inseam on each leg, allowing it to slip them on. It then walked out to the tree that it had spent so many days at and retrieved some of the extra food that it had hidden inside the trunk. It put the small portions in its pockets and quickly made its way to the back property line.

A wooden fence encircled the farm. When Evan reached this, it jumped it and then waded into a small stream. It cupped its hands and drank some of the freshwaters before reaching the other side and continuing into a wooded area. The ground was hard and even though its soles had started to thicken from its daily treatments, it had to proceed slowly to avoid getting hurt. After walking for two hours, it found a small circle of trees and laid down to nap.

Lucas entered the cattle's bedroom to wake the bulls for their morning milking. When the boy saw that Evan's bed was empty, he grew concerned.

"Where is your brother, White?" Lucas asked the cattle.

The four bulls looked over at the empty bed and then back at Lucas, confused.

"Fuck!" Lucas exclaimed.

The boy helped the bulls to the barn and got them into their stalls as Ralph showed up for work. When their udders were in place, Lucas told Ralph to take care of them, and then he looked around the property for the missing cow. After thirty minutes, Lucas returned to the cattle's sleeping room and searched Evan's bed. Finding the electrical shock box hidden under a pillow, he realized that the beast had escaped. He immediately went to Richard's room to find his master sleeping.

"Master?" Lucas called out as he knelt next to the man's bed. "Master? Please wake up!"

Richard opened his eyes slowly and eyed the boy.

"This better be important, Slave," Richard growled.

"White has escaped again," Lucas said. "He somehow found a way to remove the shock box. I found it in its bed."

"What?" Richard shouted as he shot out of bed. "That fucker is done!"

Lucas bowed his head as Richard stood and grabbed some clothes. After putting on his boots, he turned to the boy and Lucas could see the rage in his face.

"Come with me, Slave!"

Richard bounded through the house and called Brutus to his side as he went through the kitchen. Pup and Gimp asked Lucas what the fuss was about and when they found out, they became quiet and got out of the way. Their master called his brother, Jim, to the house and requested Ralph's assistance to search the land and the surrounding farms. When he returned in the afternoon, Richard looked exhausted.

"Any luck, Sir?" Gimp asked as he brought the man some water.

"We think we found where White crossed the stream on the back of the property," he replied. "Brutus seemed to find its scent. Ralph and Jim are with the dog out in the woods, looking for any sign of it."

"I'm sorry, Master," Lucas replied. "I take responsibility. I should have kept my eye on him more."

"I'm not angry at you, Slave," Richard replied as he sat down at the kitchen table. "I should have known this would happen."

"I had my concerns when it escaped the first time," Gimp said.

Pup curled next to its master and Richard reached down to pet him.

"Continue with your work around here," Richard said. "I want the good cattle to continue their routine. They mustn't be stressed as their bodies change."

"Understood, Sir," Lucas replied as he left the room.

"Is there anything I can do, Master?" Gimp asked.

"Not at the moment, boy," Richard said. "We will need a replacement bull, maybe even two, but it is not something we need to worry about right now."

"Yes, Sir," Gimp said. "Should I prepare to put White down if it is caught?"

"We will see," Richard said. "I haven't decided its fate yet. But it is no longer part of the herd."

"Yes, Master," Gimp replied.

Evan woke as the morning light came through the trees above it. It was sore and had cuts on its feet and hands, but it was finally free. It pulled some kibble from its pockets, ate it, and then tried to determine where to go next. It knew it would not be safe here for long. There were too many people in the area who were loyal to Richard and decided it could not trust anyone. It climbed a nearby tree and looked around and saw a clearing to the north and made its way towards it.

At the edge of the forest, it saw several rolling fields and farmhouses. It stayed on the property lines and made its way towards the northwest for about an hour before it came to another stream. Stopping to drink some water and rest, it then decided to follow the stream to see where it led. By lunchtime, it found a stone bridge that crossed the waterway, and it hid under it to consume more kibble and stay out of the summer heat.

It had only taken a few handfuls of food and it didn't have much left. It noticed some berries growing near the water, took a chance they were edible, and swallowed a handful with some water. Deciding it would be better to wait till nightfall to continue, it curled up to sleep but was awoken a short time later to massive pains in its gut.

"Fuck, I hope that shit I ate was not poisonous," Evan thought to itself as it groaned.

It dealt with the pain for several hours and felt bouts of diarrhea coming on. It stripped and squatted near the stream to let it out and then cleaned up after. It remained sick until just before dusk when it decided to continue down the creek for another half mile. When it came upon an old, abandoned mill, it climbed into the structure and found graffiti covering the walls.

"Who are you?" came a voice from behind it.

Evan turned to see a young man staring at it. It froze, unsure of what to do.

"I said, who the fuck are you?" the boy responded.

Evan tried to mouth back its name and the lad came close to it.

"Can't you speak?" the lad asked.

Evan shook its head as the boy noticed the tag in its ear. The boy grabbed it, but Evan pulled away and as it did so, the boy saw the tattoo on its chest, and it pushed the fabric of the overalls down to see it.

"Bull?" the boy asked. "Is that your name?"

Evan shook its head and mouthed its name again.

"Evan? That is your name?" the boy responded.

Evan shook its head and the boy smiled.

"You look weird. What the fuck are you doing out here?"

Evan looked around and saw some dirt on the ground and used its finger to write the words, "I escaped from an evil man."

"Escaped?" The boy replied. "Fuck, man. Should I call the police?"

Evan shook its head and looked frightened.

"No worries," the boy replied. "I've been in trouble with the law myself before. My name is Jack."

Evan nodded at him and then found a place to sit down.

"This is my hideout," Jack replied. "I like to play here when I am not in school. You need food?"

Evan nodded at the boy and Jack smiled.

"I have to head back home for now. If you want to stay here overnight, I can return with some supplies for you in the morning. This place is out of the way. No one will find you here."

Evan was nervous about remaining in one place, but its stomach was still hurting. It nodded at the boy.

"Great," Jack replied. "I'll see you tomorrow."

The boy climbed up to the second level of the mill and then exited out a doorway and Evan looked for a place to lie down and rest.

Richard was sitting down to eat dinner when Ralph, Jim, and Brutus returned from their search for Evan. The men looked exhausted, and the dog had its tongue hanging out as it strode over to Pup and laid down next to him.

"Any luck?" Richard asked.

"Brutus tracked White to a creek a few miles from here," Jim said. "We found where it shit all over the side of a hill. It must have eaten some of the local berries."

"It was getting dark, Sir," Ralph added. "And the dog lost the scent."

"It has to be near June Road," Jim said. "Maybe we can start there tomorrow morning."

"Ok," Richard replied. "Take a seat, men. Gimp made you some dinner. I appreciate your efforts."

"Thanks!" Ralph replied as he grabbed a seat and was served.

"I'll drive over to the Randolph's after I finish here," Richard said. "Their house is near there."

"Let us know what we can do," Jim replied.

When dinner was over, Jim and Ralph left and Richard climbed into his truck. The drive over to Kevin Randolph's farm took him across the stone bridge they had identified where Evan had stopped and eaten the berries. He passed the road to the old Civil War mill and continued to the large white house on a hill as the road wound around. Getting out, he walked up to the front door and knocked. A bald man answered the door in jeans holding a beer.

"Richard!" Kevin exclaimed. "What the hell are you doing out at this hour?"

"May I come in?" Richard asked.

"Sure," Kevin replied as he opened the door. "The boy and I were just watching TV."

Jack looked up from the sofa and waved. He had met Richard the week before when his father had driven over to welcome him to the community.

"How are you tonight, Jack," Richard asked.

"Ok," the teenager replied.

"The kid has been out all day," Kevin said as he collapsed in a chair. "I only see him when he is hungry."

"What did you get up to today?" Richard asked as he sat down.

"Not much," Jack replied. "Been exploring."

"I hope you have been staying away from the Murdock's place," Kevin said. "You are lucky they did not press charges for letting their cattle out."

"I didn't mean to break the fence, dad," Jack replied.

"Uh-huh," Kevin responded before looking at Richard. "This one is always into trouble. So, what brings you around?"

"I lost something," Richard replied.

"Oh?" Kevin said. "Anything important?"

"One of my bulls," Richard replied.

"How does someone lose a huge cow?" Jack asked.

"Shut it," Kevin said to his son.

"It's a different type of animal, boy," Richard said.

"I thought you told me you put shock collars on those things," Kevin said.

"I did," Richard replied. "But it found a way to remove it."

"Well, that complicates things," Kevin said. "If the wrong people find it, there could be problems."

"That is why I came here," Richard said. "We found evidence for it at the bridge up the road."

"Well, I haven't seen it around here," Kevin replied.

"Seen what?" Jack asked.

"It would look like a hairy man," Richard said. "Probably wearing old overalls. Have you seen anything like that around here?"

Jack froze for a split second before responding.

"No. Did he do something?"

"Are you sure you haven't seen it around, boy?" Kevin asked forcefully.

"No!" Jack shouted. "I told you I hadn't."

"It's imperative that it be returned to me," Richard replied. "I'm offering a reward if it is found."

"What kind of reward?" Jack asked.

"Jack, go upstairs to your room and let us adults talk," Kevin said.

"Yes, dad," Jack pouted as he left the room.

As he walked down the hall, he left his door open and strained to hear the remainder of the conversation between the two men. But all he could make out were a few words here and there.

Richard stayed for another fifteen minutes before he stood to leave. Kevin said he would let the man know if he saw anything, and Richard offered a case of Lighting Boost to sweeten the pot. As he walked out to his truck, he heard a rustle in the bushes and looked over to see Jack looking at him.

"Sneaking around?" Richard asked.

"Are you an evil man?" Jack asked.

"What do you mean?" Richard replied.

"Are you an evil man?" Jack asked again.

"I'm a hard man, but fair," Richard said. "Why would you ask me that?"

"You keep referring to this man you lost as 'it'," Jack replied. "What is that?"

"It's hard to explain, young man," Richard replied as he opened his truck door. "But it is important I get my bull back. If you find it, I'll give you a hundred-dollar bill."

"Fuck, really?" Jack asked. "He sure didn't look like he was worth that."

Richard stopped and stared at the boy.

"Have you seen it?" Richard asked.

Jack paused and thought carefully about his next words. The man he saw earlier looked like he was in trouble. He was nervous about revealing his location. Richard closed the vehicle door, walked slowly over to the lad, and bent down on one knee. He talked softly but firmly.

"My bull could be in danger, boy. It is not a good idea to be wandering around half-naked and with nothing to eat."

"He did look hungry," Jack replied as he looked at his feet.

Richard put his hand on the boy's shoulder and then reached into his back pocket to pull out his wallet. He retrieved two crisp bills and held them in front of the boy.

"How about two hundred dollars. And you don't even have to tell your dad I gave them to you."

Jack smiled and looked at the money. As he went to grab the bills, Richard pulled them away.

"Where did you see it?" Richard asked.

"At the old mill down the road," Jack said. "He's sleeping there. I told him I would bring him food in the morning."

"How about this," Richard said. "I'll drive us down the road and park. You can then get out and get it. Bring it out of the mill and into my custody, and I'll give you the money plus let you ride my brother's horses."

"Seriously?" Jack asked.

"Seriously," Richard said as he held the money in front of the boy again.

"Deal!" Jack said as he grabbed the two bills.

"Jump in the truck," Richard said with a smile.

Evan was leaning against a crumbling wall listening to the sound of crickets and frogs. The mosquitoes had bothered it some, but its stomach was an immediate concern. It ached. It was out of food and it was thirsty. Its balls ached, too. It reached down and felt its cock and it immediately swelled in its hands.

"That milking machine would feel so good right now," Evan groaned.

Before taking a moment to jack off, it decided to get some water first. The moon illuminated the roofless structure, and it could see a path down to the stream. It made its way down to the flowing creek and drank until it heard a distant loud sound. Frightened, it made its way back to the mill and was just sitting down again when it saw a figure above looking for him.

"Evan, are you still here?" Jack asked.

Evan walked into the moonlight and looked up at the lad, who was crouching near the edge of the second floor of the structure, half of which had crumbled away.

"There you are," Jack replied. "I managed to smuggle out some food from my dad's place. If you can climb up here, I will give it to you. I know you have to be hungry."

Evan smiled and walked over to where it saw the young boy climb up earlier in the evening. When it reached the floor, Jack stood up and looked at him.

"I'm sorry. Really, I am."

Before Evan could react, Richard leaped from the shadows and grabbed it from behind. A syringe full of cloudy fluids was pushed into it in a quick movement. Within a minute, the world around Evan spun, and it reached up and grabbed the hairy arm that held it in a chokehold. It didn't have time to panic. As its body went limp, it stared at the young boy that had betrayed it. It wanted to curse him. It wanted to punish him. But it was losing consciousness. Its worst fears had come true. It had been caught once again and now its life was likely over.