Milk Me: Meet Hucow Heather

By Beth Kean

David Johnson is a small town journalist and aspiring author covering a story that he has instigated himself. His investigations have exposed the strange and degrading practices that take place behind the locked gates of the Grange. He witnesses the farming of women, or Hucows as his research later reveals, David determines to get into the mind of Hucow #2256, or Heather as he prefers to call her.

• Language: English
• Publisher: PMO Publishing
• Release date: May 26, 2018

Beth Kean

Author of bestselling romance and erotica short stories.

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Milk Me

Meet Hucow Heather

By

Beth Kean

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Chapter 1

It is a calling more than a choice. I mean, seriously, who would choose to debase themselves to level of livestock. It's not like you wake up one morning and say to yourself, hey, I think that I want to be a human cow, a Hucow, I think that today I will submit myself and settle into a life of utility.

Heather glanced down at her heavy breasts, small patches of moisture had begun to grow dark against the pale peach of her light t-shirt, she was conditioned, it was milking time, she knew instinctively without even having to check the plain chrome and white wall clock set high above the ward doors.

Can I organise for some pads, or a fresh t-shirt... or something? David flushed and nodded uncomfortably toward the stains that continued to grow. He placed his notepad and pen on the small table beside her bed, a table strangely devoid of the customary flowers and grapes normally associated with hospital visiting time.

Thank you, Heather smiled, But pads would be pointless. She studied him under hooded eyes, he was uncomfortable, very uncomfortable she chuckled quietly. The only thing that can help me right now is to express. Heather saw him swallow, he had been drawn to her story but was struggling to handle the reality. David had written a news piece first, and he had covered her rescue very well, eloquently she had agreed, except that he had missed the most important part of the story. The truth had escaped him just as it had escaped the police, she hadn't needed to be rescued.

She didn't want to be rescued!

And she wanted to ensure that the book that he was