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  Rough leather wrapped around her left knee. A moment later, her other leg was tugged aside as Lady Sybil strapped a second restraint around her right.

  When Julia tried to pull her legs together, a narrow metal bar kept them separated.

  “You’ll wear a spreader until you can be trusted,” Lady Sybil said. “You will derive your pleasure when I deem it fit, not before. If I see you attempting to pleasure yourself without my leave, you will be punished. Am I understood?”

  Her ladyship slapped Julia’s ass for good measure, and Julia nodded quickly.

  “Good. Just one more piece, and then we can get started. Open your mouth.”

  Lady Sybil held up a piece of twisted steel, and Julia’s eyes went wide. Open her mouth? Why would her ladyship want to put that...thing into Julia’s mouth? It looked like a clamp, like a torture device, like…

  Like the same tool a dentist might use to keep her mouth open during surgery.

  Julia shook harder.

  Panic took over. She might have signed a contract, but this was too much. She was a woman, damnit. She wasn’t a cow. These people had no right to treat her this way. No right at all.

  Neither did Matthew, but that didn’t stop him.

  “Wait,” Julia said. “Look, I’m not ready for this. Please, just let me go. You can milk me all you want just don’t—”

  Her words broke into a scream. From out of nowhere, a shock sliced through Julia’s naked ass and her whole body spasmed in pain.

  When she looked up, her ladyship was dangling what looked to be a cattle prod in front of Julia’s face.

  “Don’t ever presume to give orders to your betters,” Lady Sybil said. “You are a cow. You will behave as a cow. If you stand, you’ll be punished. If you speak, you’ll be punished. Do you understand?”

  Julia nodded. “Yes, I—”

  Her ladyship pressed the cattle prod against Julia’s skin again and held it in place while Julia’s screams rang through the barn.

  When she pulled it away, Julia was shivering even harder than before.

  “I shall ask you only once more. Do you understand, cow?”

  Julia’s brow wrinkled in pain and confusion. What did the woman want? She’d already answered her once. She—

  And then Julia understood.

  “Moo,” she said quietly at first, and then once more, louder. “Moooo!”

  Lady Sybil smiled.

  “You learn quickly, my cow. Speech is an honor saved for humans. You’re only an animal, so you must act like an animal. Do you understand me?”

  Julia’s pulse quickened. She almost nodded before she caught herself in time and mooed once more.

  “Good girl.” Lady Sybil patted Julia’s back. “Keep up that good behavior, and you might just enjoy what I have intended for you today. Now open your mouth before you make me truly cross.”

  Tears slid from Julia’s eyes, but she opened her mouth obediently. Lady Sybil slipped the stainless steel behind her teeth and cinched the strap tight against the back of her head. Slowly she adjusted the hinges until Julia’s mouth was drawn open as wide as it could stand.

  Why were these people doing this to her?

  Her breaths came out fast while her heart hammered against her breastbone. The woman in front of her was a sadist, there was no other explanation, and now Julia was at her complete mercy. She should have put up a fight. She should have demanded to be let go. She should have…

  I should have never drunk that damned milk to begin with.

  But she had, and now she was paying for her stupidity.

  She just hoped the price wasn’t more than she could bear to give.

  “Dr. Polliver?” Lady Sybil called out. “I believe she’s ready for you.”

  Julia jerked when footstep crunched through the hay behind her. An older man with gray hair and glasses approached from the far side of the room. In his hands was a heavy box of sorts, almost like a tackle box but far more clinical.

  Clinical?

  Julia’s heart beat faster as the man’s eyes roved over her naked body.

  “She seems a fine specimen,” he said before lifting one of her breasts in his hand. “Quite the producer already, I see. When did she receive her first dose of Laculin?”

  “Somewhere in the vicinity of 18 hours ago,” Lady Sybil said.

  “Amazing,” the man said. “This large already, and they haven’t even stopped growing. I dare say she’ll have the biggest udders in the herd if she keeps this up.”

  Julia’s mouth went dry and she trembled.

  And they haven’t stopped growing? Just how big are they going to get?

  Already her breasts tugged against her back almost painfully. They were so huge, so monstrous, so, so…

  So wonderfully sensitive.

  The man’s fingers rubbed circles around her nipple. He clasped her firm teat in one hand and tugged at it softly at first, then harder until liquid fire shot out of her breast straight into the doctor’s open mouth.

  Julia threw back her head and moaned. Oh, damn, but that felt so, so good.

  Her ladyship crossed her arms over her chest and frowned. “I wasn’t aware it was time for your lunch break, doctor. Now, if you’re quite finished, I believe you have an exam to conduct.”

  Dr. Polliver cleared his throat. “Oh, yes, quite right. So sorry, my lady. I’ll get started right away.”

  He opened his case. Julia stole a glance behind her and shivered at the shiny tools glinting back at her. She cut her eyes at the doctor and then back at his kit. Just what in the hell did he have planned for her?

  Why can’t they just milk me? I need to be milked? Can’t they see that?

  Her breasts swung beneath her like pendulums. Her skin still tingled from the doctor’s touch, but it wasn’t enough, not nearly enough. She hadn’t realized until the doctor pulled at her teats, but the pressure inside her breasts was nearly overwhelming. She needed a release. She needed—

  “Doing well, are we?”

  His lordship’s voice cut through her thoughts. His footsteps came closer with every second, and Julia’s heart fluttered. Even after all the man had done to her, she couldn’t deny the hold he had on her. He was calm, authoritative, and regal. He was a master worthy of his title, and no matter how much her common sense screamed that she should hate the man, Julia still found herself drawn to the earl of Farthington Hall.

  Not that it would do her any good. Until her contract ran out, she was an animal in his eyes as well as everyone else’s. But afterwards…

  Afterwards you’ll be a poor college student again, only $7,000 richer.

  She felt almost like a whore taking his money in return for this…this…whatever in the hell this was, but $7,000 was $7,000, and she wasn’t about to turn down that kind of cash, especially when she really did need it.

  “Come to see Dr. Polliver perform?” Lady Sybil asked. “I don’t recall ever seeing you take such an interest in one of our new cows, big brother.”

  Lord Ashe chuckled. “I wouldn’t exactly say our Jewel is just any cow, would you, sis?”

  Lady Sybil shrugged but even so, the woman’s eyes roved over Julia’s naked body almost as much as Lord Ashe’s. Julia swallowed hard. She wasn’t used to men staring at her like this, much less women. She always hid her body. She tried to make herself as inconspicuous as possible, but naked and restrained as she was, modesty was all but impossible.

  “We’ll start with her temperature, I think,” the doctor said, and a second later, Julia felt something cool press against her tightened anus.

  “Wh—” she began, but her ladyship’s cattle prod flashed before her eyes, and she turned the question into a quick moo instead.

  Dr. Polliver slid his thermometer up her ass slowly. She hissed as it entered her.

  “Easy,” the doctor said. “Almost there.”

  The instrument was far bigger than any thermometer she’d ever known. She breathed in faster, deeper. It was filling her, stretchin
g her, but it didn’t feel bad. No it didn’t feel bad at all.

  She moaned when the doctor slid it all the way in. More of her juices slid down the inside of her legs.

  Lord Ashe chuckled. “I think our little Jewel likes you, doctor.”

  Julia’s cheeks burned with shame.

  What is wrong with you? You can’t possibly be getting off on this…this…madness.

  But in all honesty, she was.

  Whether it was the restraints, the humiliation, or the dehumanization, she didn’t know, but right now she was wetter than she’d ever been in her whole life and so, so needy.

  The doctor’s hands moved down to her pussy. A gloved finger stroked her lightly, and she gasped around her open mouth gag.

  “Very nice,” the doctor said. “Her lips are well engorged and lubrication doesn’t seem to be a problem. Now let’s just check inside.”

  His breath hit her moist pussy as he examined her inner folds, and it was all Julia could do just to keep her arms and legs from buckling beneath her. His fingers probed her insides. He reached inside her slowly, his fingertips lightly brushing her skin, until finally he reached a spot that made her whole body shudder.

  “Ohhhh!”

  Warm milk squirted from her breasts. Her legs gave out. Her arms turned to rubber. Only the metal stand beneath her abdomen kept her bottom from hitting the floor while her thick collar held her head safely aloft.

  What in the hell was that?

  “Well, doctor,” Lord Ashe said. “I believe it’s safe to say you’ve found her G-spot.”

  The doctor chuckled. “I should say so. She’s quite responsive for a new cow. She seems the perfect addition to your herd.”

  “Temporary addition,” his lordship said. “She’s only under contract for one week, unless of course she decides to extend our agreement.”

  Not on your life, Julia wanted to say, but all that came out was a long, drawn-out moan as the doctor slid his thermometer out of her rectum.

  “Oh, I have no doubt this one will want to stay on. Just look at her. She was practically born for this. Even her temperature is perfect: 37.9° C, the optimal body temperature for a good cow.”

  He patted her ass, and Julia shivered.

  I’m not a cow. I’m not a cow. I’m not a cow.

  She wanted to scream the words out loud, but her ladyship had made sure she was painfully mute. Drops of saliva slid across her open lips while even more moisture dripped from her open pussy. She didn’t want this. She couldn’t want it, not mentally anyway. Her mind knew just how wrong all of this was, but her body…

  The doctor stroked her inner flaps one last time, and she moaned again. His fingertip only lightly brushed the head of her clit, and it was all she could do not to scream out in rapture right then.

  His hands roved across the rest of her body after that. He checked her limbs. He probed her breasts, though he didn’t milk them—why wouldn’t he milk them?—until finally he changed his gloves before peering deep inside her mouth to examine her teeth and gums.

  Oh, God, what business did he have messing with her teeth?

  “Good oral care,” he said. “She has a nice gumline, little to no tartar, and…oh, now this is odd.”

  Julia squeezed her eyes shut.

  Don’t let him know. Don’t let him know. Don’t let him know.

  He tugged gently at her front teeth, and she cringed.

  “These all seem to be implants,” he said.

  Lord Ashe stepped forward. “Implants?”

  The doctor nodded. “The four top incisors and these two on the bottom. Odd for someone so young to lose so many teeth. A car wreck, perhaps? But if so, I haven’t seen another mark to suggest it.”

  Not a car wreck, Julia thought, just a train wreck of a relationship.

  But these men didn’t have to know that. They didn’t have to know anything she didn’t want to tell them. She was a cow after all, and cows didn’t speak.

  For the first time since this whole ordeal began, she was glad she’d lost her words.

  The doctor finished his exam quickly after that.

  Julia nearly swooned when Dr. Polliver attached the cups to her aching breasts. She needed to be milked. Oh God, she needed to be milked. She’d been so focused on the doctor’s forced exam that she’d barely noticed the growing girth of her chest, but now she did. Each of her breasts was so full, she thought it might burst. She needed relief. She needed…

  The pumps whirred to life, and her breath caught as each cup pulled at her aching teats.

  Oh, damn but that felt good.

  Her eyes rolled back. Warm milk cascaded through her ducts all the way down into those wonderfully waiting hoses. She didn’t even notice when the doctor left or his lordship. She was so caught in her own pleasure she didn’t open her eyes until gentle hands slid the dental gag out of her mouth.

  “My pretty new cow,” Lady Sybil said. “Enjoying ourselves, are we?”

  Julia tried her best to moo, but her breast pumps transformed the sound into a deep moan instead.

  “My brother seems to think you have a great deal of potential. Why don’t we see, shall we?”

  The woman moved behind Julia. Her hand slid down Julia’s flank all the way down to her ass. Her ladyship gave Julia a light pat before dropping to her knees.

  “Most men prefer to dine only on a cow’s milk, but I’ve developed a taste for other more…savory delicacies.”

  Julia wasn’t sure what the woman meant at first until she felt her ladyship’s tongue lap at the lips of her pussy. Julia sucked in a quick breath.

  Oh, shit!

  Her ladyship’s tongue was warm and moist. It danced circles around her outer lips. Inside and out, it lapped up her juices before moving farther and farther yet, all the way to the head of Julia’s clit.

  “Ohhh!”

  Her cries gave way to gasps and then moans. Her legs fought to pull themselves together, but the spreader bar kept her immobile. The cuffs, the manacles, her collar, everything kept her from moving hardly more than an inch as her ladyship taunted and teased Julia to the very brink of an orgasm only to pull back at the last possible moment.

  What in the hell?

  “Not yet, my cow,” her ladyship said when Julia’s body began trembling so violently with need that her breasts slapped against one another loud enough to be heard even over the sounds of her own gasps. “Once you reach quota you may have your release, but not before?”

  Quota? What did she mean by quota?

  Her ladyship’s tongue darted inside Julia’s pussy once more, and warm milk gushed from her breasts.

  So that’s what the woman wanted.

  Vaguely, Julia thought she should be insulted by how this woman was treating her, but all she could focus on was the burning need for release. Time after time, her ladyship drove her to the very brink of a climax only to deny her again and again and again.

  Tears slid down Julia’s face.

  This wasn’t fair. None of this was fair.

  “Moo for me, my little heifer,” her ladyship said. “Show me what a good cow you are and I just might give you what you need.”

  Shame burned Julia’s cheeks, but she was beyond disobedience at this point. Her body needed a release. She needed it so bad nothing else mattered.

  “Moo!” she cried out. “Moo!”

  “Again,” her ladyship ordered. “This is what you want. You need to moo just as badly as you need to be milked, now prove it. I want the whole world to hear what you are. Again, louder this time.”

  “Moo!”

  “Louder.”

  “Moo!”

  “I said louder.”

  Julia sucked in a deep breath. “Moooooaah! Ahhh! Ohhhh!”

  Her moos broke into a fit of rapture as her ladyship’s mouth descended on her once more. Lady Sybil’s tongue reached inside her, all the way to the tender spot the doctor had touched before. Her bottom lip rubbed slowly against Julia’s clit, then faster, harder.
The barn, the shame, everything melted away until Julia was aware of nothing but the blinding ecstasy burning between her legs.

  The first orgasm washed over her just before her breast pumps kicked into high gear, and her ladyship propelled her to a second.

  “Moo!” she cried out. “Oh…oh…moo!”

  If this is what she got for mooing, she’d gladly do it all day long.

  Whether minutes or hours passed, she didn’t know, but eventually her ladyship’s lips left her skin. A gentle finger stroked her pussy, and Julia shivered with longing all over again.

  What was wrong with her? She’d already ridden through more orgasms than she’d ever known. Shouldn’t that be enough?

  “I believe you might be right about this one,” Lady Ashe said. “She is quite the specimen.”

  Julia turned as far as her collar would allow, and there, just behind her right shoulder, stood Lord Ashe. He knelt to remove the cups from her breasts, and she shivered as his fingers lingered on her tingling flesh.

  “A truly fine cow,” he agreed.

  “Maybe even as good as Belle.”

  At his sister’s words, Lord Ashe’s hands froze. Julia could only see a slip of his face through the corner of her eye, but she thought she saw a darkness cross over his features, maybe even a hint of pain.

  “No one will ever be as good as Belle.”

  Then he turned and left the room.

  ***

  “You’ll have two hours to graze. When then bell chimes, you’ll return to the barn for your midday milking. Don’t even think to leave the pasture. Should you even try, I can promise you, the punishment will be severe.”

  Julia hobbled out of the barn behind her ladyship. Though the woman had freed her from her manacles and cuffs, she hadn’t removed the spreader bar from between Julia’s legs. All Julia could do was twist her hips and inch along as her ladyship led out into the bright sunlight.

  “You will feed, and that is all. If I find you attempting to pleasure yourself without my leave, you will be wearing a spreader between your wrists as well as your knees, do you understand, cow?”

  “Moo,” Julia responded.

  Lady Sybil’s lips quirked into something almost resembling a smile.