Milked by Royalty: The Full Collection (A Human Cow Erotic Romance) (19 page)

She wished she had the strength to fight them, but her body was worthless. She was worthless. Only his lordship had ever thought otherwise, and now she’d never see him again.

Tears slid from her eyes. The thought of losing his lordship hurt even worse than the shock of the taser, but luckily she didn’t have to endure the pain much longer. Another click snapped beside her ear, and the pain drove her into an all too familiar darkness, a darkness she knew she’d never escape from again.

She only prayed his lordship could forgive her for being so weak.

Part Six: An Extreme Modification

Something was wrong.

Julia tried to make sense of the conflicting messages her body kept sending her, but nothing made sense. A tightness enveloped her neck and abdomen. Breathing felt uncommonly hard. Was it supposed to be this way? She tried to shake her head to clear it, but her neck wouldn’t move. Why wouldn’t it move?

Her heart beat faster.

Maybe if she reached up, she could feel what was wrong, but when she tried to lift her right hand, it wouldn’t budge. Neither of her arms would move. They were each fixed solidly beneath her, and so were her legs for that matter. She was on her hands and knees, that much she could tell, but when she tried to stretch a finger or a toe, she couldn’t. They were all trapped beneath something hot and smooth and utterly unyielding.

Leather
, she thought, and somehow that one realization made everything else make sense.

Slowly, memories returned. She’d been at Farthington Hall. She’d just won Best in Show at the annual human cattle show. Her handler was bringing her back to her stall when…

Her breath caught. Oh, dear God, her handler…

She remembered her milkman removing his mask. Matthew. He’d been Matthew all along. Panic swelled in her chest, and the struggle to breathe grew even harder. Her ex-fiancé had her. He’d come to reclaim her, just like he always swore he would, and now that she was in his clutches, she knew better than to hope she’d ever get out again.

“Finally awake I see.”

The soft, lilting voice caught Julia off guard. She’d expected Matthew to be the first thing she saw, but when she opened her eyes, a slender young woman stood in front of her.

Who?
She thought at first, but then a name popped into her mind. Melissa Evers, the lady in red. Ever since coming to Farthington Hall, the woman had tormented Julia, questioned Lord Ashe’s management of his dairy, and all but tried to steal Julia right out from under him.

And she didn’t just try. She succeeded
.

As much as she wished she could forget Brandon’s words during their last encounter, the conversation replayed itself over and over in her mind. He’d betrayed her. She’d thought he was her friend, and he’d stolen her for this bitch. She guessed she shouldn’t be surprised—he had been the one to sell her to his lordship after all—but Farthington Hall had turned out to be more heaven than hell. And Lord Ashe…

Julia’s chest tightened. What if she never saw him again? What if she never got out? What if…what if these sick bastards somehow made her forget she even wanted to leave?

Oh, Lord, was that even possible?

“Now don’t look so sad.” Melissa pushed up the sleeves of her red silk shirt. “You should be thanking me. After all, you make such a nice cow. A soft touch like James would have wasted your true potential, but Matthew here… Well, your former lover truly is a master craftsman.”

The lady in red waved her hand behind her, and Julia’s eyes fell upon the hunched figure working at a desk in the back of the room.

His workstation
, she thought.

A tremor rocked her body as she remembered his old workstation back home. He’d had whips and pliers and so, so much leather. He tried to make her his monster once before, but she’d gotten away. Thank God she’d gotten away. But now…

“You’ve been out for some time.” Melissa took a sip from the glass in her hand. “Not from your little tasing, of course. I thought it best to keep you sedated while your old lover worked on you. He has so many interesting ideas, and though I must say I was a bit baffled by them at first, after seeing you like this, I’m tempted to let him modify the rest of my herd as well.”

Julia’s brow furrowed.
Modify?
She wanted to ask the woman what she meant, but when she tried to open her mouth her jaw wouldn’t respond.

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.”