by Jena Cryer
Hands pulled at her from all sides. The cock she sat upon shifted beneath her, and she cried out as its vibrations ratcheted her pleasure to a whole new level.
She had no idea how long her climax lasted, but when she finally looked down, two new guests were now suckling her breasts and more were jostling for their turn.
So what if this is your greater purpose. You’re good at being a cow, and in the end, that’s what really matters, right?
She looked down from her seat on the serving dish, and she couldn’t deny that she really was good at what she was doing. Compliments filled the room. One woman claimed she’d never known a cow could taste so sweet while a middle-aged man remarked on how finely the texture and taste of her milk complimented one another.
Julia’s muscles trembled from the constant stimulation. Her pussy clenched around the phallus beneath her while more stepped forward to take another turn at her teats. Most had already had seconds, some even thirds, but with the exception of his lordship and Lady Sybil, only one person in the room hadn’t seen fit to take a sample.
“Come now, Melissa,” the duke said. “Don’t tell me you aren’t the least bit intrigued by Farthington’s newest acquisition.”
The woman in the red dress took another sip of her wine. “I have cows enough at home. I see little reason why this one should be any different.”
The man with the red whiskers chortled. “Aye, and I’ve had wine enough in my day, but that doesn’t mean I can’t still appreciate a good Chardonnay. Come on, Melissa. Try a taste for Christ’s sake. Or are you too scared James’ wee little heifer will show up even the best of your father’s herd.”
The woman’s back stiffened. Julia expected the wine glass to shatter in her hands, but Melissa plastered a smile across her perfect features before calmly setting it down on the table beside her.
“Alright,” she said slowly. “But don’t be disappointed if your creature fails to impress me, James.”
Julia’s eyes turned to his lordship. Lord Ashe said nothing, but a tightness touched his features that hadn’t been there before.
Julia’s heart beat faster.
She can’t hurt you. She’s just a woman, no different than any of the others.
Still, fear nagged at Julia’s gut as the woman strode forward. Her eyes met Julia’s, and the coldness in Melissa’s gaze was nearly enough to undo her.
“Well, cow,” Melissa said slowly. “Let’s just see what you have to offer.”
The woman’s red dress sparkled as she leaned forward. Her long nails dug into the tender flesh beneath Julia’s breasts, and her teeth squeezed the tip of her teat hard enough to make Julia shudder.
Don’t cry out. Don’t give her the satisfaction. Besides, you can take worse than anything she has to offer. After all, you survived Matthew, didn’t you?
Julia let her breath out slowly, carefully. She dug her own nails into the underside of her palms, and rode through the pain as Melissa’s teeth tore at her tender teat.
Stop it. Stop it. Please, stop it.
“Melissa,” his lordship said only once, and the woman’s torture ceased.
Julia’s eyes snapped open. Her gaze fixed upon Lord Ashe standing firm and strong across the room, and all at once, a warmth filled her. Milk poured from her breasts. It filled not only Melissa’s mouth, but cascaded down her neglected bosom as well. She couldn’t say why, but it felt like a dam had broken, like a kill switch had been lifted, like…
Like I don’t have to be afraid anymore.
The realization shouldn’t have made sense, especially when she was hogtied and at the complete mercy of strangers, but the truth was there all the same. She wasn’t afraid. She wasn’t afraid, and it was all because of his lordship.
Men and women darted forward to lap at the milk now leaking so freely from her breasts. Melissa finally released her teat and took a step back. White droplets clung to the woman’s crimson lips, and she stared up at Julia with what seemed a mixture of hatred and lust.
“Well,” the duke asked. “What do you say, Melissa? Isn’t she the finest cow you’ve ever seen?”
“Yes,” the lady in red said slowly. “Though I’d put our Belle in as a close second. Wouldn’t you, James?”
Pain flashed across his lordship’s face, but he said nothing. Julia doubted if even another guest had noticed. Only she and Melissa were watching Lord Ashe. All other attention seemed focused on the feast currently leaking from Julia’s chest.
The duke cleared his throat. “Seeing as how everyone has had a taste, I’m sure no one would object to moving the festivities along. We only have so many hours left in the night, and we don’t want to wear out our star attraction before we’ve even started, no matter how much our sweet tooth might tell us otherwise.”
Muffled laughter rose from the crowd. Slowly they backed away from her throne. Julia rode through one last orgasm before his lordship stepped forward to turn off the vibrator. Her sweat-soaked body crumpled forward when he released her chain. Only his strong hands kept her from hitting the floor.
“Not much for endurance, is she?” Melissa said.
His lordship’s grip tightened around Julia’s waist. “She’s only been here four days.”
From the back of the room, Lady Sybil lifted her wine glass. “And after last night’s run with the bulls, I’d say it’s a miracle she’s still standing.”
“What’s this now?” the duke asked. “I thought you didn’t plan to breed her.”
“The encounter was unexpected,” Lord Ashe said.
Lady Sybil snorted. “Not for her. The crazy little cow ran straight for them. Three bulls all at once. It’s a miracle there’s anything left.”
A murmur rose from the crowd. Heat touched Julia’s cheeks. She tried her best to keep her legs underneath her, but she was shaking too much to stand.
“So our little Jewel prefers group fun to one-on-one time.” The duke stepped forward. “Well, I say, that does change things, doesn’t it?”
“Thomas…” His lordship’s voice was so low, Julia barely heard it, but the duke seemed to have no trouble in discerning his host’s meaning.
“Don’t worry,” the duke said. “I have no intention of damaging your newest prize. I just thought that given her…talents, something a bit more interesting might be in order.”
He turned towards the gathered assembly.
“Friends,” the duke called out. “In honor of this year’s festivities, I say we kick off our biggest auction with a celebration to match the occasion. Since James has seen fit to provide us with such lovely entertainment, I dare say we’d be remiss if we didn’t see this cow used to her full potential.”
The crowd murmured. Julia trembled against his lordship’s embrace.
“And just how do you propose we do that?” Melissa asked.
The duke smiled. “I was thinking a team effort might be best. Ladies first, of course, then we gents can take a go at her as well. Whoever gets her off the hardest earns tonight’s crown.”
Melissa skirted towards Lord Ashe’s left shoulder, though her eyes never once left Julia.
“And just who do you propose judge this fine event?” Melissa asked.
“I will of course,” the duke said. “As last year’s king, I hardly think it fair to hog all the glory for myself.”
A round of snickers and chuckles rang through the group. Whispers followed. Julia listened as plans were made and teams formed. Her legs shook harder than ever.
How had all her courage disappeared so quickly?
“It’ll be alright,” his lordship whispered into her ear. “You’ve done this before. You can do it again.”
She tried her best to nod.
“Just remember I’m here for you. I’ll always be here. I won’t let them push you any farther than you can stand. All you have to do is be strong. Can you do that for me?”
Julia bit her lip and nodded again.
“James,” the duke called. “If you’d be so go
od as to step over here, I believe custom dictates the ladies go first.”
Melissa’s lips curled into a twisted smile, and Julia’s knees buckled beneath her.
“Remember, be strong,” his lordship whispered one last time. “You can do this. I know you can.”
His words gave her enough strength to keep her legs from crumpling again. Slowly he removed his hands from her waist. He retreated to the other side of the room while Melissa led her host of women forward to surround Julia.
“I can’t abide seeing a cow on two legs,” Melissa said. “On the ground, heifer.”
Julia obeyed without thinking. Her hands had barely sunk to the carpet when Melissa yanked the chain attached to Julia’s collar.
“Come.” Melissa tugged her forward. “If you want to receive pleasure, you’ll have to learn to give it first.”
The woman in red sat down upon an empty settee. She parted her legs. With a single flourish, she swept her skirt across her tightened thighs and pulled Julia towards her.
Melissa’s pussy lay bare for the entire assembly to see.
Julia’s stomach turned just thinking about what the other woman wanted. But she can’t expect me to do that. Not here. Not in front of all these people.
Julia’s fears were confirmed as Melissa smiled down at her and whispered a single word: “Eat.”
Julia swallowed hard.
The faint odor of musky femininity rose from between Melissa’s legs, and Julia turned her face away in shame. She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t do any of it, not even for a moment longer. She was a woman, damnit. She had pride. She might have let the bulls take her, but this was different. Here she had a choice, whereas back in the barn she’d been little more than a vessel for their pleasure.
“Eat, cow,” Melissa repeated. “Or else I just might be forced to become cross with you.”
Julia clamped her lips shut. The corners of Melissa’s lips curled upwards as she nodded to someone in the background.
Julia held her breath. She had a good idea of what to expect, but still, the blow to her backside was enough to take her breath away.
“Now will you submit?”
Julia squared her shoulders and grimaced. From the corner of her eye, she could just barely see the young brunette woman doubling her belt once more before pulling back for another strike.
The slap of leather across Julia’s ass made her cringe almost as much as the pain.
“See why I place such little value on a pretty face,” Melissa called out to the men waiting across the room. “Pride is a trait that must be beaten out entirely before any slave can reach her full potential.” Melissa leaned forward and cupped Julia’s chin in her hand. “Isn’t that what your fiancé once told you?”
Julia’s eyes widened.
“How do you—”
Another blow landed across her bottom, then another and another and another. Julia’s words broke. She bit her lip to keep from screaming but eventually that wasn’t enough. She dropped to the floor. She curled into a ball and wept, but still the beating continued.
What in the hell was happening? How did this woman know Matthew, and why was she bent on tormenting her with memories of the monster she was once engaged to? Since coming to England, she hadn’t told anyone about Matthew Lawson, no one but Brandon…
The belt smacked across her backside once more, and she cried out for help. Where was his lordship? Certainly he would do something to stop all of this. Hadn’t he just promised to protect her only a few moments before?
She looked to her left. His lordship gazed back at her from across the room. His eyes were hard and his back stiff, but he made no move to help her.
And why should he? He probably doesn’t see anything wrong with what this woman is doing. You are an animal after all.
She gritted her teeth. No, she was a woman damnit. His lordship had said so. She was a woman, and she could handle this. She could be strong. She could do whatever she needed to get through this, and damn her stupid pride for making her forget that one simple fact.
Her backside stung and the blows didn’t stop even when she rose to her elbows. Slowly, painfully, with all the strength and will she could muster, Julia lifted her face up to the lady in red’s exposed pussy.
A hush settled over the room. Before she could think about what she was doing, Julia pressed her mouth against Melissa’s lower lips and slid her tongue inside.
The woman’s thighs tightened around her head.
Julia had no idea what to do. She’d never pleasured a woman this way before. She hadn’t even seen it done on TV. All she could do was remember the feel of Lady Sybil’s lips against her own moist cunt and try to duplicate what the young lady had done to her barely two days before.
A gasp rose from Melissa’s throat, and Julia guessed she must be doing something right.
“Don’t stop.” Melissa dug her fingers into Julia’s dark brown hair and pulled her even closer. “Don’t…don’t you dare stop.”
Julia knew better than to disobey. She closed her eyes and explored woman’s inner folds. Her tongue lapped at Melissa’s juices, but rather than be disgusted, she felt her shame bleed into arousal even as the pain of her beating slowly morphed into something else entirely.
You shouldn’t like this. You shouldn’t like this. You shouldn’t…
The little voice in the back of her mind grew fainter and fainter by the second. She felt a hand caress her hip. Others moved to her breasts. She dug deeper into Melissa’s fiery cunt, her inhibitions melting more and more with each passing second until finally a single finger slipped inside her waiting pussy, and all of her misgivings faded away entirely.
So what if you’re an animal. You’re his lordship’s animal, and that’s exactly what you were meant to be.
Manicured nails teased her lower lips. Soft, feminine hands kneaded her breasts. Hungry mouths nursed at her teats while yet another mouth replaced the fingers that had been tormenting her cunt.
Her whole body shook. She was so close to coming but she wasn’t there, and she needed to be there. She needed it so badly. She longed to feel more, to do more, but Melissa had a tight hold on her chain and the lady in red wasn’t about to let her up any time soon.
“I once wondered what separated cows like you from me,” Melissa said in a voice so low only Julia could hear. “After all, you were once a woman, weren’t you? You had a life, and in your own feeble little mind, you must have thought yourself not much different from me or any of the other ladies you’ve come across. But you are different. All cows are different, and do you know why?”
Julia didn’t want to admit her curiosity. Still, she couldn’t help but incline her head to hear the woman’s words more clearly.
“It’s because cows crave domestication. They want to be ruled. You want to be ruled, and you want it badly. You want someone to dominate you, to control you. You think only James can do it, but you’re wrong. You’re an animal, cow, and animals can be tamed by anyone with a firm hand.”
Julia wanted to argue, but before she could speak, Melissa yanked her to her feet. With her balance off and her breasts swaying like pendulums beneath her, she stumbled forward, right into Melissa’s waiting lap.
“So easy to control,” the lady in red whispered into her ear. “All it takes is a squeeze here.” Melissa pinched Julia’s oversensitive nipples until Julia moaned in delight. “And a touch there.”
Melissa’s fingertips brushed across Julia’s open pussy. Julia parted her legs without thinking. Her breaths came faster, harder. She felt Melissa’s fingers slide inside of her, all four of them as well as her thumb. Her pussy stretched. Any second she expected the lady in red to pull out, but Melissa just smirked before smoothly sliding her whole hand inside.
Julia gasped.
The sensation was unlike anything she’d ever felt before. Her pussy stretched farther than it ever had. Her vaginal lips clenched around Melissa’s narrow wrist. Pleasure and pain mixed together into
a confusing cocktail that left her panting and hungry for more.
“Tell me, cow, is this your first time to be fisted?” Melissa asked.
Julia sucked in a quick breath before nodding. “Y..yes.”
Melissa chuckled. “Then I suppose we ought to make it memorable.”
The lady in red shifted her fingers. Knuckles strummed against the inside of Julia’s cunt, and an inferno of pleasure rippled through her body from one end to the next.
“Oh…Oh….Ohhhh!”
Moisture cascaded down Melissa’s slender wrist while rivers of milk leaked from Julia’s breasts. An orgasm rocked her body so hard it took her breath away. Julia fought for air as she climaxed over and over and over again.
What was this woman doing? Those fingers, that hand, that fist, it was all moving inside her so…so…wonderfully. She felt like a puppet being guided by this noble lady’s deft touch, and she liked it. Oh, Lord, she liked it so much she never wanted it to stop.
“More!” she screamed. “More, please!”
Melissa gave Julia’s chain a hard yank. “Know your place, cow. If you want more, ask for it the right way.”
Julia’s brow knit together in confusion. The right way? What did she mean by…
Her eyes widened.
“Moo,” Julia said. “Mooooo!”
Melissa stroked Julia’s leaking bosom. “That’s better. I never could abide an animal not knowing its proper place, and this is yours.”
Melissa clenched her fingers into a tightened fist, and Julia’s eyes rolled back. Ever so slowly the lady in red pumped her fist back and forth, back and forth until a torrent of Julia’s juices coated the woman’s arm all the way up to her elbow.
“Moo for me,” Melissa ordered, and Julia obeyed without thinking.
Her cries echoed through the grand parlor. Moos and gasps and moans merged together to form a language of pure lust and submission. Just when Julia couldn’t think it could ever possibly get any better, Melissa cupped Julia’s breast in her free hand and drank greedily from her overflowing teat.
Julia’s passion spiraled into a fit of pure rapture.
She had no idea how long Melissa used her. Time ceased to have meaning. All that mattered was the pleasure, the overwhelming, muscle-quivering ecstasy that this woman gave so easily.