Milked by Force, Collection Two (Human Dairy Cow Reluctant Lactation Erotica)
Carly never expected to become a human cow slave, milked and made to graze. In this collection, the human cow is auctioned off at a human cow fair, lassoed and milked by cowboys, and once again bred to the lab’s prize human bull!
Contains “Milked by Force 4: Human Cow Auction,” “Milked by Force 5: Taken and Milked,” and “Milked by Force 6: Return of the Bull."
All characters are 18 or over. More
Carly never expected to become a human cow slave, milked and made 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 creamy mounds grow and lactate… and become so sensitive that milking drove her wild with desire.
In this collection, the human cow is auctioned off at a human cow fair, lassoed and milked by cowboys, abducted by a gang, milked by machine, and once again bred to the lab’s prize human bull!
This book contains “Milked by Force 4: Human Cow Auction,” “Milked by Force 5: Taken and Milked,” and “Milked by Force 6: Return of the Bull.” 15,000 milk-soaked words of reluctant lactation, dairy cow fantasy, hardcore humiliation and submission, milking machines, bondage, and great gushing sprays of warm, delicious milk!
All characters are 18 or over, and all sexual acts are consensual. Read a milk-soaked excerpt below:
Aching with frustration, Carly hurried along until they came to the pasture, where naked women crawled about, grazing on the wheat grass.
But not only naked women were in the pasture. The bull was there as well. He was a man, like Carly was a woman, but a man transformed like she had never been.
Carly could crawl on all fours and moo, but she was still a woman at heart. This man, tossing his head and pawing at the grass with a hoof-like clenched fist, was a man only in body. His soul was the soul of a bull.
Heavily muscled and powerful, the bull paced the pasture on all fours, snorting, his head turning this way and that as he surveyed his herd of cows. His rock-hard shoulders seemed big as cliffs. His huge tool swung beneath him like a battering ram. Carly trembled at the thought of it penetrating her body. She knew it was impossible, but it looked even bigger than it had the last time.
“Milkdown X isn’t our only formula,” said the doctor, giving the bull a clinical inspection. “We also produce a formula for males: Masculine X. We gave the bull a double dose, just like we gave to you. His instrument is now forty percent larger than it was the last time, and his refractory period has been reduced to twenty-three seconds.”
The bull lifted his head and let out a terrifying bellow that seemed to shake the very ground beneath her. His black eyes were fixed on the nearest cow, a woman with curly black hair and creamy mounds. He pawed the ground menacingly.
“Nurse!” Dr. Lindstrom called. “Quick, the milking machine!”