Milked by Royalty: The Full Collection (A Human Cow Erotic Romance) Page 16

  What the hell?

  She flexed her muscles as hard as she could, but still nothing. She couldn’t understand it. No gag filled her mouth. A muzzle didn’t cover her skin. Her muscles seemed to be working fine, but her teeth wouldn’t part. It was almost like they were stuck.

  Or glued.

  She sucked in a quick, shuddering breath. Oh, God, no…

  She ran her tongue along the inside of her teeth, and the uneven texture of dental cement bulged against her inner mouth. Only a single hole permitted any air through at all. Right where her front incisors should have been, a diamond-shaped opening had been carved into the very front of her smile.

  She closed her eyes and tried her damnedest to keep from passing out.

  He always said if I talked back to him, he’d glue my mouth shut, and he did. Dear God, he really did.

  “Already found the first of your latest changes, I see. I’ll admit, I wasn’t keen on fusing your teeth together at first, but it will make your feeding so much simpler, and that’s exactly what I expect your life to be here: simple.”

  Melissa finished the last of her drink before setting it down on the counter behind her.

  “Matthew?” The lady in red called out. “Would you mind passing me the feeding tube?”

  Julia’s throat tightened.

  What…what feeding tube?

  Matthew withdrew a long, clear tube from the cabinet beneath him. He passed it to Melissa before circling behind Julia. His fingertips traced the back of Julia’s spine all the way down to her bare ass and open cunt.

  Despite her panic, she couldn’t help but moan when his knuckles stroked her pussy.

  “Such a perfect little cow.” Melissa patted her head. “Now what say we place this pesky little feeding tube? You do want to have your dinner after all, don’t you?”

  Not bad enough to have that thing crammed down my throat, Julia wanted to say, but she couldn’t speak, she couldn’t fight, she couldn’t do anything but take it as the lady in red slowly slipped the tube through the hole in her teeth.

  Plastic scraped the back of her throat, and she started to gag.

  “Don’t fight it,” Melissa told her. “Swallow. Do you hear me, cow? I said swallow. Swallow, damnit.”

  Tears spilled from Julia’s eyes. Dry heaves threatened to rip her in two. Despite it all, though, she still managed to tighten her throat and glare up at the woman above her.

  You might have stolen me away from him, bitch, but I still belong to his lordship. I’ll always be his, and nothing you do will ever change that.

  If it didn’t hurt so much, Julia might have laughed at the woman’s growing frustration, but a deep-throated chuckle instantly wiped away all her amusement.

  “Oh, Julia.” Matthew’s fingers delved inside her pussy, and she shivered. “Why do you always have to be so hard-headed? You know you never could fight me.”

  Julia would have snorted if she could, but Matthew’s fingers were already toying with her insides. Her breaths came faster. Juices poured from her cunt. She squeezed her eyes shut, both ashamed and afraid of the way her body yielded so easily to this madman, but as always, he was right. She was helpless against him. He hooked his thumb up her rectum. He massaged her insides until her sobs turned to moans, and all thoughts of resistance faded to nothing.

  “Swallow,” he ordered.

  She complied without thinking. Almost painlessly, the tube slid past her tonsils all the way down to the pit of her belly.

  Once in place, he pulled his dripping fingers out of her and gave her ass a wet slap.

  “There you go,” he told the lady in red. “She’s not such bad cow. You just have to know how to handle her.”

  Melissa’s lips tightened, but she said nothing. With more force than was necessary, she wedged the tube’s diamond-shaped, red rubber valve into the matching hole drilled between Julia’s teeth. Once done, Melissa leaned back to admire your work.

  “Splendid,” Melissa said. “When you close your lips, you can’t even see a thing. So much better than those hideous nasogastric tubes you see in the hospital, don’t you think, Matthew? And so functional, too. Just think, cow, now you’ll never have to waste time eating or drinking or worrying about how many calories you need to take in. No, all those days are over. From here on out, this milking machine will be your new home. You’ll be fed when needed and milked around the clock. But don’t worry, I’m not a complete slave driver. I’ll give you two breaks each day. That way you can stretch those legs…or at least what’s left of them.”

  What’s left of them…

  Julia tried to look behind her, but her neck wouldn’t budge. Oh, God, she’d been captured, imprisoned, and modified by two of the sickest people she’d ever met, and she couldn’t even see what they’d done to her.

  “Curious, are we?” Melissa ran a finger down Julia’s jaw. “Well, far be it from me to keep such artistry hidden. Matthew, do be a dear and fetch the mirrors. Our little cow wants to see what’s been done to her.”

  Damn straight I want to see, Julia thought, but when Matthew wheeled in a pair of long, waist-high mirrors, her courage began to fail.

  What if it’s like last time. What if…

  She squeezed her eyes shut. She’d never forget the harnesses he’d once used to “train” her. And those boots… Dear God, those boots had been a prison in themselves. All through the night he made her run at the end of that sick trolley line he’d set up in his backyard. Back straight, knees high. He whipped her every time she fell out of step, which seemed to happen all too often as far as she was concerned.

  Each night she prayed some good Samaritan would come to her rescue, but Matthew’s ten-foot privacy fence kept her safely hidden from nosy neighbors while her gag kept her perpetually mute.

  Not that he has to worry about a gag now, she thought. My own teeth take care of that.

  Tears leaked through her closed eyes, but oddly enough, the sobs hadn’t consumed her yet, and thank God for that. She didn’t even want to think about what sobbing behind a fused jaw would feel like.

  And you’re worried about that? Out of everything that’s happened to you, a heavy dose of crying is what concerns you most?

  She might have laughed if she still could.

  “Well, Matthew, I’m afraid our little cow doesn’t want to see all the hard work you’ve done for her.”

  Julia shivered. A callused hand touched her chin. She tried to jerk away, but her neck wouldn’t obey.

  “Open your eyes,” Matthew said.

  Julia shook harder.

  “I don’t take disobedience lightly, Julia. Open your eyes.”

  Julia’s eyes flashed open in an instant, and there before her lay her reflection.

  Her stomach heaved.

  “Well?” Matthew asked. “How do you like it?”

  Even if speech was still within her power, she wouldn’t have known what to say. Matthew had done far more than glue her mouth shut. He’d completely remade her.

  Her head was totally shaven. All of the long, brown hair his lordship had once loved was gone now. Even her eyebrows were gone, making her resemble some kind of freakish, flesh colored animal instead of the woman she ought to be.

  If she even was still a woman, which by all appearances she wasn’t.

  She stood on all fours, or rather, she appeared to. Metal bars held her in place. One supported her hips while another held up her chest. Each one was connected to the stainless steel platform she stood upon. Hoses hung from the metal beneath her. Dials and levers decorated the front of what she could only imagine had to be the most advance-looking milking unit she’d ever seen…or at least the most intimidating.

  She tried to get a better look at the machinery, but a rigid, black posture collar cradled her neck in a permanent backwards arch, forcing her to gaze up and forward, directly at her tormenters and nothing else.

  “How do you like your new accessories?” Melissa asked. “I thought brown would suit you better
, but I’m afraid Matthew insisted on having a little black cow.”

  Just like when he wanted a little black pony, Julia thought.

  She let her gaze drift downwards, and her stomach flew to her throat. Her forelegs—Arms! she mentally screamed—were clad in black, shoulder-length leather gloves. Hooves replaced her hands. She tried to move one, but they were each latched to the stainless steel floor beneath her.

  “You should actually be thanking me,” Melissa said. “Matthew here wanted to amputate your hands and lower legs, but I convinced him otherwise. After all, you’re too fine of a specimen to risk losing over an unnecessary surgery.”

  Just hearing the word “amputate” made Julia’s breath quicken. She cut her eyes to the mirror at her left and forced herself to look down at her legs. Each one was covered in leather from toe to thigh. Hoof-like kneepads graced her legs, while her feet, instead of lying behind her, were each held aloft behind her hips. Only her knees touched the floor. At first she couldn’t make sense of what she was seeing, but then her eyes fell upon the thick leather bands pinning her calves to the backs of her thighs.

  “To think I never once considered how distinctly uncowlike it is to have those human feet trailing behind you wherever you crawl. I suppose it sometimes takes a new set of eyes to point out the obvious, but I believe these binders Matthew made were quite the nice touch. I’m tempted to install them on all my heifers. It’ll definitely teach them their proper place.”

  A tremor rippled through Julia’s body, but she forced herself to stay calm. She had to stay calm.

  Assess the situation. Figure out what you need to do. Then get the hell out of her just like you did in Oregon.

  She would have nodded to herself if her collar had permitted it, but instead she just tried to get a good look at the hardware holding her in place. And that’s when she saw her breasts.

  Oh, dear God, her breasts…

  They were beyond gigantic. Back at Farthington, she didn’t think they could ever get any bigger, but she’d been wrong, so wrong. Her back bent beneath their weight. Each one swung in time to her breaths while milk dripped from her giant, rosy teats. Melissa leaned forward to examine one, and a stream poured forth as soon as the woman’s fingers touched her skin.

  Julia shivered.

  Sweet Lord, why does that have to feel so good?

  “Amazing what even just a single extra dose of Laculin can do, isn’t it, cow? I’ve only given you your first bolus so far and just look at these magnificent udders. Your production is absolutely marvelous. Why, after your fifth or sixth dose, I’d say they’ll probably be dragging the ground.”

  Julia’s eyes widened. She couldn’t contain the whimper that welled in her throat. Oh, God, this was even worse than before, so much worse. At least back in Oregon Matthew let her move. He wanted her to move—running was all she was good for in his eyes. But if this bitch had her way, she’d never stand again, much less walk or run or do anything else even remotely close to human.

  “There, there.” Melissa wiped the tears from Julia’s eyes. “It’s not so bad. After your third or fourth dose, all those pesky little thoughts will be gone. Nothing will matter but your next milking. That’s how it was for Belle.”

  At the mention of his lordship’s former cow, Julia’s gaze swung towards the lady in red.

  “You have heard of her, haven’t you?” Melissa raised an eyebrow. “She was James’ pride and joy. Oh, she came along several years before you did, back when he first took over Farthington from his father. Truly magnificent she was. The woman responded to the Laculin far better than any other cow I’ve ever seen—barring you, of course.”

  Melissa reached for the glass behind her.

  “Get me another drink, would you?” she called to Matthew.

  Julia watched her ex-fiancé glare at the woman’s back, but he complied nonetheless.

  “That’s a good boy,” she told Matthew before taking a slow sip. “Keep up the good work and I just might send you a few more cows to work on.”

  She smiled at Matthew, but Matthew didn’t smile back. Julia’s heart sped up.

  She’d better watch out. She has no idea what she’s dealing with.

  If the lady in red understood her danger, however, she showed no signs of it. The woman settled her glass upon the table to Julia’s left before leaning forward once more to hook a pair of gleaming, steel pumps to Julia’s engorged teats.

  Despite the horror of what was happening, Julia couldn’t suppress a moan when Melissa turned on the suction.

  Oh, sweet mother of God, that felt good, so, so, so good.

  “My pretty, pretty little cow.” Melissa’s knuckles trailed across Julia’s jaw. “I truly can see why James found you so appealing. You’re an exquisite animal—there’s no denying that—but still, you are just an animal. You know that right?”

  Even if Julia was able to think past the almost unearthly pleasure coursing through her chest, her jaw kept her safely mute. Melissa’s smile widened when Julia’s moans slowly merged into a series of pants and muffled moos.

  “Of course you know you’re an animal. That’s all your kind could ever be. But I’m afraid James doesn’t see it that way, and that is a problem, now isn’t it? I would have never guessed it back when we were dating. You did know we dated, didn’t you?”

  Julia furrowed her brow. This milking was so good, even better than the ones she’d had at Farthington, and she needed to be milked. She needed it so badly. But right now the lady in red was saying something, and from what Julia could gather, that something was very, very important.

  “We were much younger back then,” Melissa continued. “And it didn’t last all that long, I suppose, but even after we split up, I always knew we’d end up back together. Our families had the two largest dairies in England. It was only proper our marriage should unite them. But of course James never did care about propriety, and then Belle came along.”

  Melissa held out her hand. Matthew put the drink in it without a word.

  What is he up to? Julia wondered, but her ex-fiancé remained a silent fixture behind Melissa’s left shoulder, almost like he was awaiting her next command…or watching to see what would happen next.

  “She responded so well to the Laculin, so being the true man of science that he was, Farthington’s good doctor couldn’t pass up the opportunity to give her a second dose. Nothing was supposed to go wrong. It had been done to dozens of other cows before, hadn’t it? So the doctor gave her one extra dose…and then I told Jack to give her the other four.”

  Melissa laughed, but her voice seemed odd in a way, deeper, almost more guttural. She pulled at the collar of her blouse, and a button popped open beneath her breasts.

  Her much, much larger breasts.

  Julia cut her eyes up at Matthew. The hint of a smile tugged at his lips.

  “Within a day her breasts had quadrupled in size. She couldn’t crawl, much less stand, and her mind… Oh, I’d heard how James would talk to his precious little Belle, but he wasn’t talking to her now. No, I made sure that bitch would never do anything but moo for him ever again.”

  Melissa downed another gulp of brandy. A second button popped open, but she was too caught up in her memories to notice.

  “James nearly went mad with grief for a while, you know. Being the charitable sort that I am, I offered to house the cow here since James had obviously proven he was unfit to handle her. James fought me of course, but Thomas saw the logic in my recommendations. I kept her down here, you know. I strapped her to a bed and milked her continuously and she loved me for it. She loved me right until her heart finally gave out and we laid her to rest in the incinerator out back.”

  Julia’s heart beat faster. Incinerator?

  “No one knows, of course. No one but me and your Brandon and of course your lovely Matthew here. That’s what makes this so perfect. If anyone comes looking for you, all I have to do is say you’re her. You’re not that much smaller. All you need are a fe
w more doses of Laculin, and you’ll be the right size. And of course, once Matthew puts on the finishing touch…”

  Melissa waved a shaking hand in Julia’s direction. The woman’s breaths came heavy and quick, but Melissa hardly seemed to notice. All she was focused upon was Matthew and the small piece of leather he held in his hand.

  Julia’s mouth went dry just wondering what he was going to do next.

  Her ex-fiancé cupped a hand beneath her chin almost gently. She tried to pull away, but of course she couldn’t. She couldn’t do anything but close her eyes as he forced the leather over her shaved head, around her eyes, and finally down past her chin.

  A mask. He made me another one of those sick, sick masks.

  She remembered the last one. She’d hardly been able to see anything through the stiff, ponygirl mask he’d forced upon her before, but at least then he’d let her keep her hair.

  My mane, he called it. He always loved my mane, almost as much as his lordship loved my hair.

  Her chest tightened. Oh, God, how she’d loved being his lordship’s cow, but now…

  “One final touch,” Matthew said. “You might want to take a deep breath. This might hurt.”

  Julia sucked in a quick breath and squeezed her eyes shut even tighter.

  Cold metal reached inside her nose. Sharp pincers tightened around the center of her septum. She knew what would happen next, but she still wasn’t prepared for the pain.

  “One…Two…”

  Metal snapped through her septum, and Julia screamed as much as her fused teeth would allow.

  “I have to hand it to these farmers,” Matthew said. “These self-piercing rings really will make piercing my cows so much easier.”

  “Cow,” Melissa corrected. “All…all you get is one cow. For now.”

  Matthew chuckled as he adjusted the piercing in Julia’s nose.

  “Well,” he said when he was done. “Don’t you want to see your new face, my little cow? This is what you wanted after all. To be a cow instead of a pony.”

  I want to be a woman, Julia thought. I want to be his lordship’s woman. I want...