by Jena Cryer
“No.”
“Come now, brother,” Lady Sybil said. “One more dose couldn’t hurt. After all, the doctor does know what he’s doing.”
His lordship raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really? Just like he knew with Belle?”
Dr. Polliver flinched. Lady’s Sybil’s face paled. Julia had no idea what his lordship was referring to, but a weight settled in her gut all the same.
“Brother,” Lady Sybil began, “those were…extraordinary circumstances. No one could have possibly foreseen the results of the doctor’s…procedure.”
“Which is exactly why I won’t allow any further experimentation on my stock,” his lordship said. “All cows get one initial dose of Laculin, the rest they obtain through grazing. This is how we’ve done it for the past five years and how we will continue to do it in the future, am I understood?”
“But my lord,” the doctor said, “the grass we’ve modified only contains the base proteins needed to keep your herd producing. Other farms have already switched to weekly boluses of Laculin. If you would just allow me to try the newer methods on one cow, I’m sure I could make it work.”
“Just as you assured me nothing would happen to Belle?”
The doctor shook his head. “My lord, I swear, if there were any way—”
“Enough,” his lordship said. “The methods we’ve developed have worked well for us in the past and will continue to work well into the future. If I find that anyone has deviated from that protocol, I will more than make sure they reap the consequences. Am I clear?”
Both the doctor and Lady Sybil nodded quickly.
“Good, now if you’re done doctor, I believe our little Jewel could use some sleep.”
The doctor cleared his supplies away quickly enough, and his lordship helped Julia off the table. His deep, manly scent invaded her nostrils. The warmth of his bare hands against her skin felt so good she almost sighed. When he put on her on the floor, his right hand lingered on her breast just a second longer than necessary. His fingers gave her nipple a quick tug, and she moaned before she could stop herself.
His lordship chuckled.
“If you’re done fondling the stock, brother, we need to get back to work,” Lady Sybil said. “Our guests will be arriving in the morning, and I don’t want to be at a loss when they ask about the details of the coming auction.”
His lordship nodded. He clipped a rope to Julia’s collar and led her out of the examination room. Outside, the world was dark. Night had fallen hours ago, and only a few naked bulbs battled against the shadows of the barn.
Julia remembered the shadows that used to torment her in Matthew’s basement, and her heart beat faster.
He’s not here. You left him back in America. There’s no way he can get to you here.
But no matter how much she told her subconscious otherwise, the deep-rooted fear her fiancé had instilled in her couldn’t be vanquished by anything so simple as plain logic. She’d put an entire ocean between herself and the monster she’d left behind, and still the terror plagued her.
But Lord Ashe won’t let anything happen to you here. As long as you belong to him, he’ll protect you. He promised.
After all the promises her former fiancé had given her, she should have known better than to believe anything her new master had to say, but for some reason, trusting this English lord seemed far too easy.
She crawled slowly through the hay, but his lordship didn’t press her to hurry up. Ahead of them, Lady Sybil was already holding open the door to her stall. The doctor spoke lightly to the younger woman, and her ladyship nodded back, though Julia couldn’t hear much of what was being said.
She was only a few feet from her stall when a loud clang echoed through the back of the barn. His lordship froze.
“Brother?” Lady Sybil started to ask, but before she could finish, a giant figure slid out of the shadows.
Julia’s breath caught when she saw the bull. He was just as immense as he had been before, but while the midday sun had lain bare his monstrously strong body, the shadows playing across his skin made him look even more dangerous.
The bull took a step towards them, and his lordship threw Julia’s lead rope to his sister.
“Get Jewel and the doctor out of here,” he told her.
“But brother...”
“I said get them out.” He took off his jacket and tossed it to the floor. “I can handle this.”
Lady Sybil hesitated. From out of the darkness, two more men stalked forward. Each one was just as naked and hairless as the bull in the center, though at least the others weren’t quite as large.
They’re still bigger than Lord Ashe, Julia thought.
But that didn’t make his lordship back down. Even with three monsters stalking towards him, he held his ground.
A soft curse left the doctor’s lips, and urine spilled down the old man’s leg.
“Come on.” Lady Sybil pulled at Julia’s lead rope. “You heard my brother. Move.”
Whether it was foolish courage or an idiot’s devotion, Julia didn’t know, but she couldn’t bring herself to abandon his lordship. Even if her ladyship’s bulls weren’t the giants that they were, the odds were still three to one, and Julia didn’t have to be a math major to know those weren’t good.
“I said move, cow,” Lady Sybil hissed. “There’s nothing you can do but get in the way.”
Get in the way…
Julia’s eyes snapped open. Yes, she could do that. She could get in the way. She could distract them. She could give his lordship the chance he needed to flee to the safety of the house.
But then what would happen to her?
Julia watched the bulls prowl forward. Any one of them could easily snap her in half. Tempting them would be no different than tempting her own fate, and what for? To save a man who saw her as nothing more than an animal? A few pets and soft words couldn’t make up for the lifestyle his lordship had thrust on her. If he died, then perhaps she’d be free. Perhaps…
The bull in the middle pulled back his lips and growled. The other two crouched at the ready. His lordship raised his fists. Tension boiled through the barn, and Julia did the only thing she knew she could do.
She ran.
Her ladyship wasn’t ready when Julia surged to her feet. The lead rope flew from Lady Sybil’s hands, and a second later Julia was sprinting across the barn, past his lordship, straight towards the pack of bulls.
“No!” his lordship screamed, but Julia didn’t listen to him.
“Over here!” She held up her massive breasts before the men in front of her and shook her chest. “You wanted this before, remember? So come and get it.”
She didn’t wait to see if they took the bait. She ran through the open door behind her. Hoses draped down from the ceiling. The feeding trough stood empty. Without the constant rumble of the heavy machinery, the milking room felt more like a tomb than the sanctuary it had become.
And it’ll be your final resting place if you don’t get moving.
She stole a glance behind her, and the lead bull was already through the door. He growled when he caught sight of her.
Out. Got to find a way out.
She looked around, but darkness blanketed the room. She didn’t remember another exit, but then again, she’d never been completely lucid during her milkings. If his lordship wasn’t fucking her or her ladyship fingering her, those pumps were driving her mad with desire.
This place was supposed to be a hall of pleasure, and now she’d come to ruin it by bringing these three bulls inside.
Just let them take you. It won’t be so bad. You lived through it before. Remember when Matthew…
She let out a hiss and cringed at the memory.
No, she couldn’t dwell on the past. She had to focus on the present, otherwise she’d have a very short future to look forward to.
The lead bull was only halfway across the room now. He licked his lips as he closed the distance between them. With her back against
the wall, Julia inched away step by step until her hand hit something cool and round.
Doorknob. It’s a doorknob!
Without thinking, she tore open the door behind her and leapt inside. The light came on automatically. Julia grabbed for the knob once more, desperate to pull the heavy steel door shut as fast as she could.
Only she wasn’t fast enough.
Fingers snaked around the edge of the door frame. Julia’s pulse hammered against the back of her throat. She pulled at the door with all her weight, but all the bull needed was one giant tug, and she went flying to the floor.
Stars danced behind her eyes. Her head ached from where it hit the concrete beneath her, but she didn’t have time to waste on pain. She had to move. She had to get away before…
When she opened her eyes, three giants were looming over her.
“Oh, God. Please, I…”
The lead bull didn’t speak. He scooped her off the floor with one arm and threw her onto the table in the center of the room.
Julia scooted away as quickly as she could. She tried to figure out where she was. Maybe there was another door, a window, a hole, anything she could use as a means of escape, but all the walls were made of steel. Frosty air filled the room. She looked behind her, and bottles of milk lined the walls. A thin layer of ice clung to the steel racks.
A refrigerator. We’re in a giant refrigerator.
For the first time she realized how cold she was.
Metal scraped against metal. When she looked up, one of the other bulls had ripped a metal bracket off the wall and jammed it through the door handle. A second later, the knob shook, but no matter how hard his lordship pulled from the other side, he wasn’t getting inside.
No one was.
The lead bull towered above her. His manhood stood erect and pulsing before her, but the name chiseled across his collar was what caught her attention most.
Julia licked her lips.
“Okay, Goliath, that’s what they call you, right?”
He grabbed her breast in one hand and squeezed the nipple until milk shot across his bare abs.
A low moan left Julia’s throat.
“No.” She shook her head to clear it. “No, you…you don’t want to do this. You’re not a bull. You’re a man. You have to remember you’re a—”
He pulled her ass to the edge of the table and plunged his cock inside her.
Julia’s eyes rolled back.
He was huge, easily the biggest she’d ever felt. Her body jerked against his every thrust, and her breasts bounced across her chest while tiny trails of milk dripped from her nipples onto the frosty table beneath her.
“Please,” she mumbled, but the bull didn’t listen. He was beyond speech, beyond emotion, beyond anything except the pure pleasure of the moment.
And she’d be lying if she said the moment wasn’t pleasurable.
From either side, his fellow compatriots came to take her. The one with “Samson” emblazoned across his collar descended upon her right breast, while Achilles took the left.
Her back arched. The frozen table bit at her bare ass, but it was nothing compared to the triple-play of sensations ripping through her core. Goliath’s fingers dug into her thighs as he thrust into her over and over again. Samson and Achilles sucked at her teats hard enough to leave bruises, but she didn’t push them away. Instead, she wrapped an arm around each of their heads to draw them in closer.
You should hate this. Any sane woman would rather die than let these monsters have their way with her.
But she wasn’t sane, was she? No, Matthew had proven that back in America. She’d fought against everything her former fiancé had done to her, but in the end, he was right. She really did like to be used. A normal woman would have tried to escape this bizarre dairy on the very first day, but she hadn’t. No, she’d embraced everything his lordship had done to her, and instead of fleeing like sanity suggested, she’d run straight into the arms of the three most animalistic men she’d ever seen in her life.
And even worse, she was almost happy she had.
Goliath’s grip moved to her ass. He cupped a cheek in each hand and squeezed hard enough to make her squeal. But it wasn’t the pain that took her breath away, it was the pleasure.
Oh, God, why did it all have to feel so good?
Samson grabbed her wrist and jerked her palm down to his giant member. She could have easily wrapped three hands around the cock beneath her, but she did her best with the one she had. Up and down she stroked him, faster and faster. Her hand moved as if on its own. A rumble rippled through his throat, and she moaned in turn.
Achilles took one last, long drink from her breast before dropping it back to her chest and digging his fingers into her hair. He jerked back her head until the top of her forehead pressed against the cold tabletop, then his free hand wrapped around her trachea.
For one fleeting moment panic welled inside her. At any moment she expected the beast above her to rip out her throat, but when she opened her eyes, instead of blood and darkness, all she saw was the man’s muscular thighs kneeling atop the table behind her.
When his cock came at her face, she opened her mouth obligingly.
His manhood was salty with sweat. He shoved himself inside her, all the way down her throat. She expected to choke, but maybe the Laculin had nullified her gag reflex.
Or maybe you really are just as big of a whore as Matthew said.
Either way, she didn’t fight while Achilles fucked her face. His balls slapped against her nose and eye sockets. With her head pulled back as it was, everything she saw was upside down, distorted.
Her whole life was distorted, but she didn’t care. She didn’t care about anything other than the moment she was in.
She felt Samson’s cock twitch in her left hand. When her fingers slid across the head of his shaft, the first vestiges of his seed slid across her fingertips. He let out a low growl. Before she could stop him, he ripped away her wrist and mounted her chest. His knees dug into her underarms. He plowed his cock between her giant breasts and thrust over and over again while Goliath and Achilles did the same.
Julia wasn’t sure if she was in heaven or hell. She only knew she didn’t want to leave.
Warm milk dribbled from her breasts. Her cunt tightened around Goliath’s cock while her tongue lapped at the hot seed now pouring down her throat. Atop her chest, Samson grabbed her nipples painfully in his hands and squeezed until a scream billowed up from her constricted throat.
When he let go, her milk shot across her chest along with his seed.
She gasped.
Outside, fists pounded against the freezer door. His lordship’s muffled voice sifted through the crack.
His lordship…
Julia’s eyes flashed open, and all at once shame consumed her. This was wrong. This was so very wrong. She didn’t belong to these men. She belonged to Lord Ashe. She belonged…
A tiny voice whispered that she only belonged to herself, but she told it to shut up. She couldn’t trust herself to fight for self-preservation or dignity. Matthew had shown her that long ago. But if she had to fight for someone else…
She shoved at the men atop her, but she might as well have been pushing against Mt. Rainier.
Damn, why did she have to be so weak?
Her lungs struggled for air, but Achilles thrust his cock even farther down her throat. Samson tore at her breasts even more wildly and Goliath…
Goliath wasn’t even close to being done.
Just when she thought all hope was lost, Samson toppled off her chest. Next went Achilles. The smaller bull’s seed shot across her face as his cock leapt from her mouth. For a moment, she thought his lordship was rescuing her. She opened her eyes, fully expecting to see Lord Ashe about to whisk her away to safety, but instead, Goliath’s wild green eyes stared down at her.
He grabbed the rope still hanging from her collar and pulled her up to his chest.
Julia’s soiled tits slapped again
st his pectorals. Milk and semen spread between them as he clutched her narrow waist into his and thrust into her hard and fast.
She wrapped her arms around the monster’s neck, and her eyes rolled back once more.
The pain and the pleasure played a dirty symphony through her insides, but even if she wanted it to stop, she was helpless. Her feet slapped against Samson’s thighs as he used her like the filthy slut she was.
And she was a slut, wasn’t she? She’d been a virgin when Matthew had found her, but he’d seen through to her true nature. He knew the darkness that lay inside her. He’d proven just what kind of an animal she could be long before his lordship turned her into the beast she was now.
But Matthew was a monster. He was insane. Everything he did to you was evil, and you knew it. That’s why you left him.
Yes, she had left him. She’d run as far away as she could, all the way to another country, but that still didn’t stop her from letting another madman take control of her.
It’s different with his lordship. He’s kind. He’ll protect you. He doesn’t want to keep you in that box like Matthew did. He doesn’t want—
More hands dug into her hips. Julia gasped when hardened flesh pressed against her rectum, and a second later another cock entered her from behind.
Oh, God, she was about to be torn apart.
The two bulls drove their cocks into her deeper, faster, harder with each passing thrust. Her insides rubbed together. Their grunts and moans echoed through the giant freezer. Hot, lustful breaths broke across her bare neck, and Julia struggled to get enough air.
We’re going to suffocate in here. When his lordship finally opens that door, he’ll find us all splayed across the floor like some morbid peep show.
Goliath sunk his teeth into her shoulder, and she screamed as the pain pushed her into her next orgasm.
Oh, shit, she really was sick.
Her arms slid down Goliath’s massive biceps. His sweat mixed with her own, and more of her milk dribbled across their chests, all the way down to her hidden hole where his massive cock was slamming into her over and over again.
Before long, she was sure he’d end up punching through to her insides, but that didn’t really matter. Nothing mattered by the moment. Soon she’d be dead, but right now she was alive.