Milked by Royalty: The Full Collection (A Human Cow Erotic Romance) Read online

  Oh, damn. Oh…

  Her eyes rolled back. She thought it should hurt—it always hurt before—but this time was different. He thrust deep within her, and she felt her insides stretching, but oh, God, it felt so good to be stretched. He wasn’t small like her fiancé had been. No, his lordship’s cock lived up to the title. His fingers dug into the flesh of her hips, and when he pulled her into him, she couldn’t hold back her pleasure.

  “Mooo!”

  Where had that even come from?

  “Alright, Jewel,” Lord Ashe said. “Let’s see if we can’t meet your needs now.”

  She wanted to tell him he already had, but then he thrust into her again, and the flames rolled through her like waves. She felt giddy, drunk even. His lordship pumped his cock into her harder, faster, and with each go, all she could think was, More. I need more.

  One orgasm after then next raced through her body. She’d had sex before, but never like this. Matthew was always quick. He made her lay on her back while he took her in the dark. While they’d been engaged, he’d filled her nights with deep grunts and quick lovemaking, but she’d endured it. She’d done her duty as a good fiancé—which was far more than she could say for him—but not once had she enjoyed it.

  Not like this.

  His lordship changed his tempo, and a whole new fit of passion broke through her. Gasps and moans gurgled up through her throat while warm milk cascaded from her breasts. She threw her head back. She sang her passion to the heavens, and when she finally opened her eyes, all she could see was the massive head of another erect cock poised in front of her face.

  “Mind if I take this end while you use the other,” Brandon asked his lordship.

  Lord Ashe chuckled. “By all means, go ahead.”

  Brandon pressed his cock against Julia’s lips, and without thinking, she opened her mouth.

  He tasted salty, but she liked the salt. She liked the way he filled her mouth. She liked it when he grabbed her hair in one hand and thrust his cock deep down her throat over and over and over again.

  His balls slapped against Julia’s chin, and she moaned. When he finally came, his seed burned its way down her throat like liquid fire, and she hungered for more.

  His lordship took his time with her. He stoked her fire until her blood felt close to scalding, but she didn’t mind anymore. The heat wasn’t something to fear. It was a gift, just like her breasts. These men had released something wonderful inside of her, and she wanted to thank them. She wanted…

  Her arms sagged beneath her. The breast pumps Brandon had attached dragged the floor as she slumped into the hay and fought to keep her eyes open.

  What was happening to her? What…

  His lordship pumped harder, deeper. Julia let out one last plaintive “moo” and then he came. The power of it swept through her from one end to the next, and she shuddered as every last muscle in her body turned to jelly.

  “I think she’s done for today.”

  His lordship pulled out of her. He didn’t bother to retrieve his pants before kneeling in front of her. His manhood was even bigger than she’d imagined, and when saw the thin trail of his seed still clinging to his shaft, she leaned forward on impulse and lapped it up with the last of her strength.

  She smiled before collapsing to the floor.

  “An amazing creature.” His lordship rested a hand on her fevered head. “You did well bringing me this one.”

  Julia thought she heard Brandon snort. “I just brought you a woman. The Laculin did the rest.”

  “The drug might make her lactate, yes, but other than that, all it can do is lower inhibitions. No, everything that our Jewel did, she did on her own. She was meant to be a cow, of that I’m certain. We’ll just have to hope she comes to the same realization before then end of her contract.”

  Hands reached beneath Julia’s naked body. She blinked as his lordship rolled her onto her back, and then Brandon removed the pumps from her breasts. Drops of milk still clung to her darkened areolas. She tried to reach up and touch them, but his lordship planted his mouth on first one teat, then the other, kissing each droplet away.

  “Sleep,” he told her. “You’ll begin your proper training in the morning. Until then, rest. I have no doubt you’ll need it.”

  She nodded lazily. Her head slumped against his shoulder, and then the darkness came.

  She expected the heat to leave, but it never did.

  ***

  Light pressed against the back of Julia’s eyelids early the next morning. She blinked lazily.

  She’d had the weirdest dream of her life. Brandon had been in it as well as another man she’d never met before.

  Lord Ashe, she thought.

  The name alone made her clit throb and her pussy grow wet with need, but that was just a silly fantasy. He wasn’t real. None of what had happened had been real. Honestly, what did she think she was? Some kind of cow?

  She rolled over, and that’s when she felt it. Soft hay scratched against her tender breasts. She frowned. Surely not. Surely…

  She reached up to her chest, and her hands found the rounded mounds of her naked flesh. She shivered, both from the shock and the need that churned through her has her fingers scraped against her dripping nipples.

  Dripping…

  She stared down at her breasts, and her breath caught in her throat. It was real. Her dream was real. Tiny drops of ivory milk leaked from her monstrous teats.

  Oh, God, she was a monster. She was… She was…

  A door opened and footsteps approached her. When she looked up, Lord Ashe was standing over her with a thick cane in one hand and a rope in the other.

  “Awake, I see. Well now, my Jewel, I expect you’ll have something to say about your transformation, so I’ll grant you this one leave to speak before your training begins.”

  “My training? My…What in the hell do you mean training? I’m not some animal. I’m a human being, you monster.”

  “You’re a cow,” he said. “And for the duration of your contract, you are my property.”

  Julia shook her head. “This is sick. I’m not your property. I’m not anybody’s property. I want out. I want to go home. Where’s Brandon?”

  His lordship smirked. “You mean my acquisitioner? I’m afraid I sent him back to London to search for any further stock that might catch his eye.”

  “Stock? You mean he…”

  She squeezed her eyes shut. How could she be so stupid? Ever since she’d met Brandon, he’d been trying to get her to visit Lord Ashe’s estate, but she’d never had the time before, not until her exams had ended and she’d been so depressed about having to return home that she’d clung to the narrow hope of Brandon’s lordly friend helping her extend a visa that was set to expire in less than a month.

  And that’s how he got you, she thought. You confided your secrets to him, and he used them to betray you. Just like Matthew did.

  Just thinking about her former fiancé was enough to make her shiver, but she had to be strong. Lord Ashe wasn’t Matthew Pender. He wouldn’t hurt her like Matthew had. Julia wouldn’t let him.

  “How many women have you kidnapped?”

  Lord Ashe raised an eyebrow. “Kidnapped? My dear, I acquire my stock. I don’t force them into service.”

  “Then you’ll let me go?” she asked.

  “You signed a one-week contract. Once seven days have passed, you will be given the option of leaving with your remittance or extending your stay in my service.”

  “My remittance?”

  “Five thousand pounds,” he said. “I believe that’s roughly seven thousand of your American dollars.”

  Julia blinked. “You mean…you mean you’re willing to give me seven thousand dollars just to stay here for one week.”

  “You will be working,” he said. “Make no mistake, your training won’t be easy. It takes time for a new cow to settle into her roll, but given your performance yesterday, I believe you have the potential to get through the
next six days just fine.”

  “And then you’ll let me go? You swear it?”

  “It’s all in writing,” he said. “You did take the time to read your contract, didn’t you?”

  Julia bit her lip. Her parents had always taken care of her when she’d lived at home, and then Matthew had come along and…

  No, no, you will not think about him.

  “Is something amiss?” his lordship asked.

  “No, no, I just…” She bit her lip. “So all I have to do is pretend to be a cow and let you milk me? That’s it?”

  His lordship chuckled. “There is no pretending, my dear. You will be a cow, and you will be my cow. Your body is mine to use however I so please. Once you’ve met the agreements of our contract, you will have the option to reclaim your freedom should you choose to do so.”

  A deep moo reverberated through the barn, followed by another and another. Julia felt her insides tremble. Moisture gathered between her legs, and she had to fight not to join her sisters in their mooing even though she didn’t know why.

  They’re not your sisters, she screamed at the perverted half of herself. They’re brainwashed women this monster has turned into his milk sluts. You need to get away from them. You need to get away from all of them.

  But if that was the case, why did every cell in her body want to get back to that milking machine? And why did she want Lord Ashe to be the one to strap her in?

  “And what if I choose to leave now?” she asked.

  “I’m afraid that’s not an option,” he said.

  “So you’re saying I’m your prisoner?”

  His lips tightened. “You are individual under a contractual obligation to serve my needs.”

  “But I can’t leave?”

  “To attempt escape or any other direct violation of my orders will result in severe disciplinary action.”

  Julia almost asked what such an action would entail, but the fierceness in his lordship’s gaze kept her mute.

  Just like Matthew, she thought for a moment, but she shook her head quickly. No, this man wasn’t just like Matthew. Her fiancé had proven just how much of a monster he truly was, and even though his lordship was stern, domineering even, he wasn’t cruel.

  Or so she hoped.

  She must not have been as good at hiding her fears as she’d suspected. His lordship’s gaze softened, if only a fraction, and he even knelt down to stroke her hair.

  “Many of our cows have difficulty accepting the role at first, but given time, I believe you’ll acclimate just as well as the rest of the herd.”

  Julia turned her attention back to the women mooing throughout the barn.

  “And you’re telling me they all want to be here?” she asked. “Or do you just have them under ‘contractual obligation,’ too?”

  He sighed. “Each of them once held a contract such as yours, but once our initial agreement met its end, they were each given the choice of leaving or remaining in my service indefinitely.”

  “And they chose to stay?”

  “Every one of them.”

  Julia tried to shake her head, but his lordship cupped her chin in his hand.

  “You might not believe me now,” he said, “but for some women, subservience suits them more naturally than freedom. In the end, the decision remains yours, but while you’re here, I suggest you take this time to think about what you really want in life.”

  Julia wanted to be mad at this man, but he spoke with such calm authority, she couldn’t bring herself to feel anything even close to anger. “What I really want?”

  He nodded. “In the end, you can choose a life of freedom or a life of submission. Each has its merits. All I ask is that you explore them both before making your final decision.”

  Freedom or submission? She knew she’d choose freedom in the end. Matthew had given her a similar choice once before, and freedom had been her decision in the end.

  But it hadn’t been easy, she reminded herself. Not for anyone.

  Her bones still ached from all the pain he’d shown her, but this was different. The drugs, the milkings, the sex, it wasn’t so bad. No, it wasn’t bad at all. She could do this. She didn’t have a choice anyway, so she knew she had to do this, but compared to what she’d gone through during all the months she and Ryan had been together, she knew she could survive whatever her future may hold.

  “Okay,” she said. “I’m up for it. It’s only a week, right? I can survive anything if it’s only going to last a week.”

  He chuckled. “I’m sure you can. Now, come along. It’s time for your first milking of the day, and your trainer is more than a bit eager to meet you.”

  “My trainer?”

  Julia tried to get to her feet, but his lordship forced her back to the ground.

  “All fours,” he said. “And no talking. I know you Americans are fond of watching your animals talk on the tellie, but in real life, animals don’t speak.”

  Julia couldn’t really argue that point.

  “So you’ve got a new bitch for me, have you?”

  Julia looked up when another voice joined the conversation. Just outside the door of her stall, a young woman in riding gear stared down at her. The girl couldn’t have been more than five years Julia’s senior, but she stood with the same aristocratic bearing as the man to her left.

  And more than that, Julia thought.

  The dark eyes, the sharp nose, the high cheekbones. The pair had more similarities than not, and when his lordship introduced her as his sister, the news came as no surprise.

  “Lady Sybil will be your primary trainer,” he told Julia while she sat mutely on the floor. “She has a firm but fair hand. I’ll check on your progress routinely, but should I find you deficient in any of your duties, you can trust I’ll step in to assist with your training.”

  “As if you’ll have to, big brother,” Sybil said. “I’ve trained my share of heifers. This one shouldn’t be any different.”

  She took the rope from her brother and looped it around Julia’s neck.

  “We’re about to get very well acquainted you and I,” she said as she led Julia from her stall. “More than you likely have with any other woman, I’ll grant.”

  A knot settled in Julia’s stomach, but she followed the petite woman through the barn just the same.

  I can get through anything if it only lasts a week. All I have to do is survive.

  She just hoped she wasn’t lying to herself.

  Part Two: Training Day

  Julia Dorne’s massive breasts bounced against one another as she crawled behind Lady Sybil. Her nipples scraped across the hay beneath her, and tingles danced down her spine.

  Despite her shame, moisture coated her pussy.

  You are not aroused by this. You are absolutely not aroused by this.

  But to be truthful, she actually was. She tried to tell herself it was just the after effects of the Laculin his lordship had slipped into her drink the day before, but the wetter she got, the less certain she became.

  They drugged you, that’s all. You wouldn’t have done this if you hadn’t been drugged.

  Of course, Matthew hadn’t drugged her when he’d…

  She squeezed her eyes shut. Her fiancé was gone now, nothing but a memory, and a bad one at that. She had to stop thinking about him. She had to focus on the here and now if she wanted to get through this ordeal, and she did want to get through it just as soon as she possibly could.

  Didn’t she?

  Lady Sybil led her to the milking room his lordship had fucked her in the day before. Ahead of her, other cows stood hooked up to the milking machines. Hydraulic pumps pounded a steady beat as the women gasped and mooed through their milking.

  Julia’s pussy got even wetter.

  Lady Sybil led Julia to an empty spot beside the cow Julia vaguely remembered as Charity. The raven-haired woman threw back her head as the cups squeezed and sucked at her giant breasts. Julia’s mouth watered just watching all that wonderful
milk flow through the clear tubing to the collection vats hanging from the rafters.

  “Here, cow,” Lady Sybil said, and Julia crawled forward obediently. After all, what other choice did she have?

  Her ladyship cuffed Julia’s hands into the manacles on the floor. She strapped her ankles into place behind her. Julia expected her breast pumps to come next, but instead the woman screwed what looked like a narrow, one-legged bench into the floor beneath her. The seat was only a couple of inches wide and barely a foot long. She wondered what purpose it could possibly serve until her ladyship extended it up until it was flush with Julia’s midsection.

  “That should do nicely,” her ladyship said. “Now, chin up.”

  Julia wasn’t sure if the woman was taunting her or ordering her into some sick new position, but it didn’t matter. Her ladyship grabbed the rings hanging from either side of Julia’s collar and clipped them to twin poles standing on either side of Julia’s neck.

  Hardened leather dug into the underside of Julia’s jaw as the collar held her head high and her back slightly arched. Her arms already ached from the strain of holding up her immense chest, but the narrow bar beneath her midsection bore at least some of the weight.

  “You’ll maintain this position throughout your milking. Once you’re properly trained, we can do without all the extra equipment.”

  Lady Sybil cupped Julia’s breasts in her hands, and white hot need shot through Julia’s pussy. Thick beads of moisture slid down her inner leg, and she groaned when Lady Sybil squeezed her tender nipples.

  Oh, yes. Oh, oh...

  Her ladyship smirked when Julia began pumping her hips against the air.

  “Quite the needy slut my brother found for me,” she said. “We’ll have to do something about that.”

  Julia couldn’t tell if she was more aroused or ashamed when Lady Sybil slid her hands down her naked body all the way to her firm ass.

  I shouldn’t like this. I shouldn’t like this. I shouldn’t…

  Lady Sybil’s finger slipped inside Julia’s aching pussy, and stars danced behind her eyes. Just like before, she needed more. She needed…