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  She almost wanted to cry.

  Reaching forward, she dug her fingers into her ladyship’s hair. Lady Sybil’s eyes widened for a moment, but when Julia pulled her even closer to her bosom, the woman’s eyes rolled back once more. She sucked at Julia’s teat with more power than ever before, and a spark shot from Julia’s breasts straight to her core.

  “Moo!” Julia cried out. “Moooo!”

  His lordship’s arm tightened around her waist before he drove them all to the ground. Not one of them released their hold on the other. Her ladyship still suckled at Julia’s breast even as she fell backwards into the hay. Julia landed atop her while his lordship stood above them both, his cock firmly inside her needy cunt.

  He pulled her hips into his as he thrust himself in and out of her over and over again.

  Her breasts ground into her ladyship. Warm milk coated them both. Lady Sybil took one last pull from Julia’s breasts before finally releasing the teat from her mouth. Ripping open her riding jacket, she pressed her own bare chest into Julia’s and moaned as his Lordship increased the pace.

  “Harder,” she told her brother. “I want to be bathed in this bitch’s milk.”

  Julia was more than ready to oblige.

  His lordship pressed into her harder, faster. He stoked her fire until she was a raging inferno, and then, almost like a tap had been released, every last drop of her milk fell down. She felt her ducts release as a torrent gushed from her aching bosom, and a climax shook her so hard even her vision faded to black.

  When she opened her eyes again, his lordship was standing above her. Lady Sybil still lay beneath her. Julia rose and fell with each breath from the woman’s chest, and she moaned in contentment when her ladyship reached up to stroke back a strand of her sweat-matted hair.

  “A fine cow,” her ladyship said to her brother. “Brandon truly does have an eye for good stock.”

  His lordship nodded. “I’ll have to give the man a bonus for this one. She is exceptional, isn’t she?”

  Her ladyship’s hand tailed down to Julia’s breast. She gave the nipple a tender pinch, and Julia mooed without thinking.

  “Stellar,” Lady Sybil admitted. “Possibly the best we’ve ever had. Maybe even better than Belle.”

  A flash of something passed across his lordship’s face. Pain, maybe? Or was it anger? Whatever it was, the emotion was gone before Julia could identify it, leaving behind nothing but an air of forced indifference.

  “As I said before, no one will ever be better than Belle,” he said at last. “But this one might come close.”

  Without any further word, he scooped Julia into his arms. Her head lolled against his chest. Not a muscle in her body was strong enough to resist him, though she couldn’t say she even wanted to. She liked being held by this man. She liked being taken by him, too. She liked just about everything he did to her, and if being a cow was what she had to do to be close to him, then damn it, maybe a cow was just what she was meant to be.

  The thought hit her like a slap in the face, and if not for her exhaustion, she knew she’d be nothing more than a shivering wreck right now. How could she even consider submitting to this madness permanently? She wasn’t a cow, damnit, she was a person. Matthew had tried to steal her humanity once before, but she’d broken away from her fiancé just as she intended to break away from this madman.

  And he was mad, wasn’t he? No sane person would ever try to keep women penned up like animals.

  And what sane woman would ever enjoy it?

  She didn’t want to answer that question. She didn’t even want to think. She just wanted to be. Was that so much to ask? Couldn’t she just put her thoughts on hold and focus on getting through the coming week as best she could? All she had to do was submit, just go through the motions. She could enjoy the pleasure without worrying about the pain and humiliation. She could be free of all her doubts. She could be exactly what they wanted her to be.

  An animal.

  This time she couldn’t help but tremble.

  If his lordship noticed her panic, he didn’t comment. Instead, he just carried her back to her stall. He laid her down gently upon the hay and stared down at her with sad, almost regretful eyes while she stared back up at him in mute uncertainty.

  “You’re a good cow,” he said finally. “And an even better woman.”

  His hands stroked her body. He lifted each of her breasts in his hands. He planted a kiss on each of her nipples before leaning forward and brushing his lips gently across her forehead. When he pulled back, his mouth hesitated over hers. Their breaths mingled into one, and for a moment, she was certain he was about to pull her into his arms and kiss her with all the passion he’d used to fuck her before.

  But he didn’t.

  Faster than she thought he could ever move, he jerked away from her and strode to the door.

  “Sleep,” he said, not even turning back to face her. “You’ll have just one more milking before the day’s end. After that, just five more to go, and then…then you can make your decision.”

  Her stall door swung shut as he left, and then she was all alone.

  Just five more days, she thought.

  She should have been happy, but for some reason she couldn’t muster up any joy. All she could think about was the sadness on his lordship’s face and the ache that filled her chest whenever she thought about leaving him.

  You’re acting crazy. So what if you have to leave the man? You don’t even know him. You only met him a day ago, and so far he’s turned out to be nothing short of a total lunatic.

  She knew she should listen to her common sense. Matthew had been a bit of a lunatic, too, and a dangerous one at that. She didn’t want a repeat of that relationship. She’d come close to losing more than her sanity before finally tearing herself away from him. She wasn’t about to make the same mistake twice.

  Just five more days, she told herself again. Just five more days and then…

  Her breath stuttered. Thoughts of his lordship filled her mind, and her hips pumped weakly against the air. Her hands moved to her breasts before she could stop herself, and she stroked the spots on her nipples where his lordship had kissed her just minutes before.

  She closed her eyes.

  “Just five more days,” she whispered into the silence. “Five more days, and then I make my decision.”

  She just prayed to God it would be the right one.

  Part Three: Running With the Bulls

  Something was happening.

  Julia Dorne chewed on a mouthful of grass while she watched the commotion outside her paddock. Twenty or more men were gathered in the far yard. All dressed in white uniforms, they mulled around a giant, black moving truck that had just pulled up at the end of the driveway.

  “I want three teams of five men each,” Lord Ashe told the gathered assembly. “Each team will be responsible for only one bull. One man will open the doors. The other men will escort the bull to his new cell. Those not assigned to a specific team will stand at the ready to be of assistance as needed. Am I understood?”

  Almost as one, the men nodded.

  Julia edged closer to her paddock’s fence. None of the other cows seemed to care, but she was more than a little interested in seeing what one of these “bulls” looked like.

  They’re probably just men, she thought. After all, every one of the “cows” she grazed beside was nothing more than a woman like her.

  If I am still a woman.

  Julia stared down at her naked body. She was on her hands and knees, like always, and her giant breasts swung so low beneath her they nearly touched the ground.

  They’re bigger than yesterday, and yesterday they were even bigger than the day before.

  Ever since his lordship had slipped her a dose of that strange medication, her breasts had been growing at an alarming rate. And even worse, they weren’t anywhere close to stopping, or at least that’s what the doctor had said.

  But surely they’ll go back to no
rmal when I leave. They have to, right? After all, his lordship wouldn’t have planned to turn me into a freak permanently, would he?

  Julia’s chest tightened.

  Her eyes strayed to Lord Ashe. She knew she should hate him. Any sane woman would hate him. But there was just something about him that made her want to submit to any of his darkest desires. She’d thought at first it was his looks. He could easily be classified as exactly what she wanted in a man: tall and muscular, with dark eyes, darker hair, and a confident authority that made her insides quiver whenever she looked at him. But he was also a monster. He had to be. What normal man would ever even consider turning a woman into his own personal milk provider, much less forging a dairy out of a bunch of drugged-out, lactating sluts? And what woman in her right mind would ever be attracted to a life like that?

  Me.

  The answer came far too quickly. Julia squeezed her eyes shut and hissed. She never wanted to be a cow. She never asked for it. She’d been tricked, that was all. As soon as her contract ended, she would leave, and that was it. She couldn’t stay here. She had to go…

  Where? Home? You left for a reason, remember? The moment you get back to Portland you’ll have to face everything you left behind, including Matthew, and you know what he said he’d do if he ever caught you again.

  Julia trembled so hard her arms threatened to buckle beneath her. She couldn’t go back home. No, she couldn’t let her ex-fiancé find her again. Farthington Hall was a paradise compared to the life Matthew had planned for her. As soon as she went back to the States, he’d find her. He’d take her back to that cramped little house in the suburbs with the basement and the chair and the—

  “Deep thoughts, my little cow?”

  Julia looked up. Above her, Lady Sybil stood with a rope in one hand and her cattle prod in the other. The woman arched an eyebrow when Julia acknowledged her, and for once, Julia was more than happy cows couldn’t speak.

  “I see,” her ladyship said. “Come to take in the view, have we? Well, my little cow, I’d suggest you stay back. My bulls have a fondness for fresh little cows like you.”

  A sharp clang reverberated from across the yard. The truck’s doors flew open one at a time. Two men from the first team stepped forward. Each one held a long pole with a noose fastened around one end. Julia remembered seeing a dogcatcher use a similar tool on a pit bull once, but the poles these men were using were much thicker and far longer. They reached inside the truck. The slim nooses disappeared from her view, but even though she couldn’t see the truck’s interior, the look of fear on the handlers’ faces told her more than she ever wanted to know.

  The truck shook. The handlers fought to hold on to their poles. A primal cry, almost like a roar, cut across the yard, and a second later, the bull charged.

  Julia’s eyes widened. The creature before her was as much man as she was woman. Naked and glistening with sweat, a giant nearly seven feet tall plowed towards the group of handlers trying to rein him in. He’d been completely shaved from head to toe. Muscles bulged across his chest and shoulders as he fought for freedom while legs thicker than her waist kicked at anyone foolish enough to get close.

  Julia watched him fight and snort, but his arms were bound behind his back and the poles kept him a safe distance from his handlers. Still, he wasn’t giving up. He pulled and charged until the nooses latched around his neck cut into his naked flesh, and small rivers of blood slid down his tanned back.

  “Careful,” her ladyship shouted. “That bull is prize breeding stock. I won’t have you damaging him just because you’re too cowardly to handle him properly.”

  The men grunted, and his lordship stepped in to help, but Julia hardly noticed anything except the bull’s narrowed eyes and flaring nostrils.

  He’s staring at me. He’s staring right at me.

  She tried to tell herself he’d just turned towards the sound of Lady Sybil’s voice, but even as her ladyship trod across the paddock, his gaze didn’t leave Julia.

  Milk leaked from her breasts, whether from fear or lust, she didn’t know.

  He can’t hurt you. Lord Ashe wouldn’t let him hurt you.

  But how could anyone hope to stop something that powerful?

  The bull pulled at his tethers. He took a single, massive step towards her, and his handlers slid after him. Between his legs, his giant cock stiffened and twitched. It rose and grew until nearly a full foot of pulsing manhood was pointing straight at her.

  Julia’s mouth went dry.

  “I want two more handlers on each flank,” his lordship commanded. “Doctor, get a tranquilizer ready. And for God’s sake, someone get those cows out of his sight.”

  Men rushed to obey. More lines were fastened around the beast’s neck. One brave soul secured a rope around the bull’s waist. Everyone yanked and tugged, but still the giant didn’t stop his slow journey towards Julia’s paddock.

  Julia backed away from the fence.

  You’re okay. Everything’s going to be okay.

  But if that was the case, why was that beast of a man getting closer?

  The bull was halfway across the yard when the doctor finally arrived with a syringe. His lordship jerked it out of the old man’s hand and ran forward. Julia took another step backwards, but the spreader bar between her legs hobbled her every move. Even with a whole team trying to pull the giant back, she couldn’t move fast enough to get away from him.

  The bull put a foot on the first rung of the paddock fence. His lips curled back into either a sneer or a smirk, Julia couldn’t tell, and his green eyes flashed with unrestrained excitement.

  Julia’s bladder emptied.

  Just when she knew she was about to be taken, an arm snaked around the bull’s neck. Lord Ashe pulled the bull backwards right as he jabbed his syringe into the giant’s neck and depressed the plunger.

  The bull roared.

  He thrashed and stomped, but his lordship danced away before the monster could touch him. The beast’s nostrils flared. His lips curled. Julia watched him charge each of his captors in turn, but the men’s poles kept him back, and with each beat of his heart, the sedative his lordship had given him worked deeper into his system.

  Minutes later the bull fell to his knees.

  Lord Ashe wiped a hand across his brow. “Get this one to the barn and make sure he’s well secured. I won’t have him getting loose and tormenting the cows.”

  The others scurried to do his bidding.

  “And Sybil,” his lordship called. “As long as you insist on keeping monsters like this, I won’t have you hobbling any of my stock. Spreaders are to be reserved for the milking room only. Am I clear?”

  Her ladyship bowed her head. “Of course, brother.”

  Julia couldn’t help but smile when she saw Lord Ashe vault over the fence. He landed nimbly beside her. A hand touched her back, another her breasts. He stroked her gently before reaching down to remove the bar from between her legs.

  “Much better,” he said. “How does that feel?”

  Julia drew her knees together. Her hips ached and inner legs protested, but despite the pain it felt good to move freely.

  His lordship stroked her cunt, and that felt even better.

  “You’re safe here,” he whispered. “As long as I’m near, nothing bad will happen to you. I promise.”

  I know, she wanted to say, but she didn’t dare. Not only was she this man’s slave—his cow, to be specific—but the entire notion of trusting him was so utterly ridiculous, she didn’t dare give voice to her own insanity.

  He’s the enemy here, a little voice whispered. He’s using you.

  But if nothing else, her time with her former fiancé had proven just how much she liked to be used…and just how dangerous that could be.

  His lordship crooked his finger up her cunt. He toyed with that magic button inside her until she was breathless with need and dripping with her own milk. He waited until she came before he stood up to leave.

  Wait, s
he started to say, but instead she put a hand on his ankle. He looked down and frowned, though he didn’t seem cross. The expression was one of confusion if nothing else.

  “Your lordship,” a voice called from the far yard. “We’re ready to unload the next bull at your command.”

  Lord Ashe nodded though his eyes didn’t leave Julia. “I’m coming.”

  He bent down one last time to stroke Julia’s face. She sighed.

  “Until tonight,” he said, and then he climbed the fence once more and left her alone with her herd.

  ***

  Julia held her breath as the doctor took his final measurements. Behind him, Lord Ashe and Lady Sybil watched on in silence.

  “I told you this one was going to be a prize winner,” Dr. Polliver said. “Just look at these numbers. Her breasts have grown 7 cm since yesterday, and her milk production is already 20% greater than your former top-producer. I don’t care what you have to do. For the sake of the dairy, you can’t let a gem like this go.”

  Oh, yes they can, Julia thought.

  Fear tightened her throat. She tried to tell herself her imprisonment was only for four more days, but the doctor’s words had released an avalanche of uncertainty upon her mind.

  Almost as if he could read her thoughts, his lordship placed a comforting hand on the small of Julia’s back.

  “Our Jewel’s contract is for one week only. After her time is up, she’ll have to decide whether or not she wishes to stay.”

  Dr. Polliver grumbled about the foolishness of free choice, but he didn’t dare contradict Lord Ashe. Julia sighed. Ever so subtly, she leaned into his lordship’s touch. When she looked up at him, she thought she caught the hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

  “Even if she isn’t permanent stock, I still say you should consider entering her in the cattle show. We still have a few days before the judging begins, and at the rate she’s growing, if I give her just one extra dose of Laculin—”