Milked by Force 5: Taken and Milked (Human Dairy Cow Reluctant Lactation Erotica)
Carly never expected to become a human dairy cow, milked and forced to graze.
A gang takes Carly from the barn. Her treatment at the lactation lab seems gentle compared to the hardcore humiliation, harsh punishment, relentless milking, and rough group sex they give her. Will Carly make it back to the lactation lab, or will the mysterious gang milk her dry?
All characters are 18 or older. More
Carly never expected to become a human dairy cow, milked and forced to graze. Then Lindstrom Lactation Laboratories paid her a thousand dollars to become their human milk cow for a week. She was treated with Milkdown X, a special formula which made her bosom grow and lactate… and become so sensitive that milking drove her wild with desire.
A gang takes Carly from the barn in the middle of the night. Her treatment at the lactation lab seems gentle compared to the hardcore humiliation, harsh punishment, relentless milking, and rough group loving they give her. Will Carly make it back to the lactation lab, or will the mysterious gang milk her dry?
5000 milk-soaked words of reluctant lactation, hardcore humiliation and submission, a rough and reluctant group loving, group coming on her, lactation loving, human cow fantasy, and great gushing sprays of warm, delicious milk!
All characters are 18 or over. Read a milk-drenched excerpt below!
Carly lay on the floor of her stall, curled up on her side, cradling the creamy mounds of her bosom in her arms. It was the only way she could sleep any more. Her enormous bosom dwarfed her small frame. They were so filled to the bursting point with milk, that it was impossible for her to sleep on her belly.
Nor could she sleep on her back, as she used to do before she had been treated with Milkdown X and transformed into a human cow: her bosom filled with milk in the night, and by morning they were so heavy that their weight crushed the breath from her lungs, and threatened to smother her. So now, she always slept on her side.
She was dreaming of swimming in a white sea when she was startled awake by the sound of footsteps. She blinked into darkness. It was still night.
She wondered if Dr. Lindstrom or Nurse Arnfelt had come to take her for a milking session. She hoped so. Her bosom tips bulged out, swollen with the pressure of the milk that had built up in the night, and her bosom ached for release.
Carly squirmed, rubbing her bosom tips gently with her fingers. On her impossibly sensitive bosom, even such a mild sensation felt climactic… though nothing to the incredible climax she got from getting milked. Carly rubbed a little harder, moaning to herself.
She heard a creak as the door of her stall was flung open, and yanked her hands away from her bosom. The nurse or doctor would punish her for using her hands.
“A cow does not have fingers,” she imagined the stern nurse saying.
Heavy, booted feet tromped into the stall. Hard, cruel hands grabbed Carly’s naked body, fingers digging in to bruise her tender flesh. Another hand held the clapper of the cow bell around her neck, keeping it silent.
This wasn’t the doctor or the nurse!