Rebel Ch. 02

Rebel stared at him all throughout dinner, peering over small bites of chicken from her spoon. It was all Tom could do to enjoy his food without feeling her glare dig into him... So he tried to break the ice.

"So... how is it?" he offered.

"Hmph. It's alright. Not garbage like I was expecting." She took another bite. "But still not as good as it could be either!"

"Ahaha... are you a chef? Do you enjoy cooking, Rebel?"

She took another spoonful. "No."

Tom had to fight to suppress a sigh. This girl... "Well, tell you what, let me know what you like to eat and I'll try to make it for you."

Rebel paused, spoon raised to her mouth. She lowered it slightly, eyeing him suspiciously. "What I like?"

"Yeah. You know, favorite dishes or something you like as a treat."

She put the spoon down. "Usually I just have whatever gruel they prepared for me at the farm. I don't really have a favorite, I guess."

"Hmm. I guess we'll have to find you one, then." he smiled. The table was quiet for a moment. "O-oh yeah, how did the milking go?"

Rebel's frown returned. "Hmph. It was fine." She crossed her arms and turned her head.

"Did... you store the milk in the fridge?"

"Yes, I stored it in the fridge!" she snapped, taking another bite.

"Okay, okay. Just uh.. Making sure." The two continued eating in silence. Rebel quickly finished eating and set her bowl down.

"Thanks for the food." She left the table and headed back upstairs.

Tom sighed as he picked up the bowls and brought them to the sink. 'Well, at least she ate.' After washing the bowls and setting them down in the rack, he went over to the fridge. Inside, he found the bottle; a small container, half full. He turned it over in his hands a few times and smiled. 'I'll have to be better for her. But how do I do that?'

Tom set the bottle down and closed the fridge. It would take a while for him to be able to bring any of her milk to market. The first priority is to make sure Rebel is happy and comfortable here.

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Inside her room, Rebel patted her tummy absentmindedly. The chicken and rice meal was nothing fancy, but it was still better than she thought it would be, and far better than anything she had at the farm. The thought of that place made her brow furrow.

She walked over to her window and lifted up the pane. The cool night air brushed over her shoulders, blowing her hair back slightly. She leaned her elbows on the sill and looked out to the quiet field below. The wind swept through tall grass, and she could smell the cold water of a nearby pond, She looked up-the moon peeked out behind drifting clouds, waning softly. Rebel breathed it all in through her nose. The air here was a lot cleaner than it was at the farm...

Closing the window, she turned to her bed. She put a hand on the covers, appreciating the softness of the sheet, the plushness of the mattress. When was the last time she had slept on a bed? Not since she still knew her parents, well over fifteen years ago. She lay on the bed, looking up at her ceiling fan, rotating lazily and emitting a soft rattle into the room.

"This will probably be the best sleep i've had in years. Maybe ever." In her minds eye, she saw Tom, handing her a warm bowl with a real spoon and a tall, cold glass of water. Suddenly, she had to blink away a tear. She threw her pillow over her head and turned off her lamp.

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Rebel awoke to a pain in her chest. She rubbed her breast through her tank, feeling them hard and sore. "Ugh..." As much as she would have liked to stay in bed, it wasn't long before her stomach growled angrily, too. She rolled over onto her stomach, but the pain from her chest shot through her, so she flipped onto her side and begrudgingly got to her feet.

She stretched her arms high into the air and walked over to her small yellow dresser, picking up the pump. She tossed her shirt over her head and onto the bed and attached the pump to her puffy nipple. After a few rubs, she was able to start expressing. "Phew..."

She pulled up her window pane and leaned out as she pumped. Sounds of birds chirping, the warm morning breeze, the scent of dewy grass, and the warm, white sunlight greeted her. "What a great day.... It's almost annoying." She pulled up her wooden desk chair and sat beside the window, closing her eyes and taking the time to pump both breasts.

When she was done, she inspected the pump. The small bottle was more than half full. "That's so much better... And it looks like a little more than yesterday." She got up and stretched again, threw on a light blue blouse and ventured into the hall. "I wonder what this guy made for breakfast.. Better be good."

Meanwhile, Tom was rinsing off in the shower. The water cascaded over his head as he kept thinking about yesterday. Rebel was... Not happy. Undoubtedly bitter about the life she lived before, but also about her new circumstances. He leaned a forearm against the shower wall.

'How much of this is my fault? Can I really give her a better life than what she had? And what I said to her... That I had to harvest her milk. Like I'm a glorified dairy farmer. Doesn't that make me no better than the soulless workers at the hucow farm, working day in and day out to get as much milk as possible from those girls?'

He pinched his brow. 'Do I really know what's best for her? What if she sees me as just some creepy old man that's keeping her tucked away from the world, subjected to whatever perverted plans I come up with next? After all, I'm asking her for breast milk. Do I even have any right?'

He turned off the water and threw a towel over his face. "Pull yourself together. What's done is done. I just have to be strong now, for her sake. And mine." He dried himself off and threw the towel around his waist, walking out into the hall-

BAM.

"Oh! Sorry, Rebel, I didn't see you there; I thought you'd still be in... bed..."

"Wh-Wh-What are you doing, you pervert! Put some clothes on!" She shut her eyes and pushed past him, storming down the stairs. "And hurry up! I'm fucking hungry! You twat!"

'Oh geez.... I really did it now.' Tom returned to his room, wondering how he would fuck this up next.

At the kitchen table, Rebel sat with her hands in her lap, face steaming. She couldn't get the sight of his bare chest, broad shoulders and thick forearms out of her head. 'Oh god... Get yourself together. Think of the position you're in...' Her stomach reminded her of its emptiness.

"Grrr.... Hurry the fuck up! I'm hungry!!!"