Breeding The Master’s Hucow

By Naomi Nightshade

DESCRIPTION:
Slave number H-157 never dreamt of being sold at an auction as hucow, her breasts pumped for milk. But that's what happened. Now she'll be used as a lactoslut by her master in any way he wants. How will she ever escape?

EXCERPT:
I watched them and it made me stomach churn with disgust. Was this something really so thrilling? If so, I didn’t see how it was. Maybe they got off on seeing pretty women, half naked, chained, all ready to be milked, and ready to be used in any way they pleased.

“Going once... Going twice... anymore bids? Going... going... gone to the young man in the back for five thousand dollars!” the auctioneer attempted to yell over the roars of the crowd.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lot's Cave, Inc.
• Release date: Jun 20, 2020
• ISBN: 9781370822089

Naomi Nightshade

Naomi reads and catches up on her television series when she's not busy writing. She enjoys reading erotica and romance books.

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CONTENTS

Breeding The Master’s Hucow

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Author’s Note

Family Exotica

Incest Erotica

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by Naomi Nightshade

The transport car was cold and dark. I sat chained to the side of the wall along with other human cows. They called us hucows, society called us hucows, we provided milk to our communities. I leaned my head back against the cool wall my bare skin prickled from the goosebumps that slowly formed.

Why did I have to try to steal from my boss. If I had only kept my nose clean, I wouldn’t have been sentenced to a life of milking and the possibility of being bred by the Master’s farm help. Or from my future Master himself. Wait is there male cows? Or would the technical term be hubulls?

The metal lock clanked open from the outside and the double doors opened soon after. Light flooded the small transport car. My eyes blinked in rapidly as they adjusted to the sudden intrusion. I gulped as the man approached me. His fingers unchained me as quick as possible. Like he didn’t want to be in a back of a car with a bunch of nude women. Well we could relate, because I sure as hell didn’t want to be in one either.

Follow me, his rough voice echoed off of the steal walls as his hands nimbly hooked a chain leash to my collar.

We followed the signs which read Medical Wing in bold letters with arrows, placed underneath, that pointed in the direction to follow. I didn’t dare say a word to this man. Something didn’t seem right. The way he kept eyeing my chest and how he kept brushing up against me.

First you’ll see the doctor to be put on lactation pills. He shouldn’t need to check to see if your healthy enough for the job. You know since the judge already ordered that.

How did you know about that?

He smirked. "So, you can talk. I read your files to make sure you weren’t some nut job. We’ve