Milked by Royalty: The Full Collection (A Human Cow Erotic Romance) (27 page)

He picked up his mortar again, and he rubbed more of that sweet-smelling poison all across my body. His fingers went everywhere. My throat. My breasts. My legs. When he finally rubbed the last of that warm lotion across my pussy’s inner lips, darkness danced at the edge of my vision.

But I had to stay awake.

As long as I was conscious, I still had a chance at freedom. I just had to be smart. I had to find the right opportunity and—

The sharp, rusty squeal of old metal broke through my thoughts, and when the shopkeeper knelt in front of me again, his smile was even wider than before.

“See, I told you no take long. Now look, bella. Pietro bring beautiful chariot for beautiful lady.”

He tilted my chin to the left, and when I looked down, a giant, empty crate laid waiting for me. My heart raced.
Oh no. No, no, no, no, no.

“Is okay.” He wiped away my tears with those soft leather gloves. “No cry now. Is happiness I’m giving. No place for tears in happiness.”

His hands moved to my waist, and he hoisted me up without ever unbinding my wrists. My body slumped across his shoulder. I cried harder when I felt my feet touch the soft padding inside the bottom of the box, but I couldn’t do anything to stop him. He folded my legs beneath my chest and pressed my head upon the pillows. He chained my still-bound wrists to my ankles. He tethered me to the floor of that crate in the perverted pose of a kneeling supplicant, and when he was done, he clapped his hands.

“Bene, bella. Molto bene.”

I shivered uncontrollably, but the leather bands holding me down hardly let me move at all.

“Please.” I finally managed to whisper, but he just shushed me.

“No more words, bella.”

His gloved hands swept aside my hair, and when I opened my mouth to speak again, he slid a heavy rubber ball between my lips.

I gagged.

“Breathe, bella. Just breathe for old Pietro.”

He stroked my hair gently, and slowly I calmed down. When I finally stopped choking, he strapped the gag in place and then held up the blindfold.

I cried even harder.

“It break heart to see you like this, mia bella… my pearl.” He traced his finger across the band of my choker before sliding the blindfold over my eyes. “But old Pietro no break promise. He know what you need, and he make sure you get it.”

He stroked my ass. His fingers teased my cunt. Once more he reached inside me, and just like before the stirring was back. I knew I should fight, but I didn’t want to. The darkness was just too tempting. My thoughts slid away as the drugs finally overtook me, and all I could feel was the pulsing heat between my legs and the overwhelming hunger for more.

I moaned into my gag, and the shopkeeper removed his fingers.

“Not just yet, mia bella. Sleep now. In morning, you have new life, happy life, then all things better. Old Pietro promise.”

And then he closed the lid.

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About the Au
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JENA CRYER is a true Southern girl who loves grits, cornbread, and lots and lots of leather. Originally from Mississippi, she and her husband now live in Texas. She enjoys exploring the darker aspects of submission in her writing and feels there's no subject too taboo to write about.

HIS BLACK PEARL is her debut novel. Other works include the short story, A CALLING TO THRALL, and the Thrall Series novella, MILKED INTO THRALL. She is currently working on another full-length Thrall Series novel, HIS BLACK BEAUTY, which will be available starting in late 2013.

When not writing, Jena enjoys reading, traveling, and spending time with her husband.

The author can be contacted at [email protected] and is also available on Goodreads and Twitter. She gladly welcomes any comments or criticisms.