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Brenda needs a real change in her life. After finding an ad on the internet for what seems like a terrible idea, she responds to it and finds herself persuaded to join a small group of women who are lactating for fun and profit. John, the gentleman farmer, promises her she’ll find contentment living and working on his small, exclusive farm. But Brenda doesn’t know what she’s getting herself into when she’s brought down to the barn on the edge of the pasture to see what the real hucows are doing…

This is a 20,000 word novella intended for adult audiences. Originally published in two parts.
Content warning: features erotic lactation, graphic sex, hucow transformation, hucow milking, hucow role play, BDSM themes, erotic dehumanization, strong language, erotic situations not all members of the public will enjoy, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content.

Excerpt:
“I’ve converted a room in the house for the ladies. It’s very comfortable. It’s also easier to get to the house rather than having to walk across the pasture to get to the barn.”

Brenda looked around and realized what he meant. There was a long driveway up to the white farmhouse where several sedans were parked. The pasture was ringed by a fence with the two barns inside the fencing. Just outside the fence they were surrounded by trees, a thin line of trees around the farm separated it from suburbia, just thick enough, however, to keep the farm in its own little world.

“They’re in there right now?” she asked nervously. “Won’t they be upset at us interrupting them?”

John shook his head and smiled. “Nope. They’re used to it. You’ll get used to it too. You don’t have any body image problems, do you?”

A firm shake of her head told him no. “Never. Well, maybe growing up, but I’m not that hung up on what I look like.” Then she nervously tossed back her long honey-brown hair. “Except my hair. My one bit of vanity.”

The three women couldn’t have been more different in age and appearance except for one fact: they all had enormous breasts.

No, Brenda thought again. Udders. They have udders. Just like I’ll have soon.

The woman in the rocking chair set aside her knitting and stood up. She was topless but was covered up by a pair of cones pressed to her chest. “I’m Margie,” she said holding out her hand. The cones had tubes attached to them where the milk was drawn down to a large collection bottle.

“Oh, please don’t get up,” Brenda blurted out. “You’re…attached.”

Margie waved aside Brenda’s concern. “Don’t worry about these things,” she said as Brenda tentatively took her hand. “They aren’t coming off easily.”

Grace picks up where Elliot left off

Grace Vilmont didn’t like how Elliot Silvestri ended his Centaur trilogy so she continued the series with a new story, Centaur’s Conquest. New characters, new situation, new erotic hotness. Get it only at Amazon’s Kindle store.

Taken by raiders from the safety of the centaurs’ camp, Lianna is once again enslaved and forced to serve the warriors who are hell-bent on wiping the centaur scourge from the world. There is little Lianna can do but serve her captors to the best of her ability. They want her as a sexual companion, a source of breast milk, and a woman who can breed for them. As always, Lianna gives in to her superiors.

The unexpected sequel to Centaur’s Lust. Elliot Silvestri was done with the Centaur series, but Grace Vilmont wanted to explore the world he created.

This is a 10,000 word novelette intended for adult audiences.

Content warning: features graphic sex, slave sex, an adult nursing relationship, forced breeding, other unusual sex practices, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content.

Excerpt:

“Now you’ve done it,” Varill complained as Lianna rolled to her side and curled into a ball on Stellar’s bed. “She’s crying. I hate it when they cry.”

“Give her a few minutes. She’ll get over it. She’s still a slave and you can tell it’s a life she was born for.”

Varill grunted and sat down at the small round table with Lianna, poured himself a cup of wine, and waited. The two weren’t the least bit disturbed at the emotional welfare of Stellar’s slave. They had been through this before.

Eventually Lianna cried herself out and the two warriors, by mutual and unspoken agreement, approached the bed. “Time to earn your keep,” Stellar announced to Lianna as she helped Varill out of his tunic and breeches. His chest was covered with thick, curly black hair that matched the hair he kept closely cropped on his head. Lianna stared blankly at the pair and didn’t look away. He was either naturally randy or was extremely eager.

“Lay back,” he ordered her as she started to turn over.

Oddly, she felt nervous. She was a slave and was born for this role, she knew.

“Is she ready?” Stellar asked, interrupting the moment.

Varill grunted. “Yeah. She’s a slave, a centaur’s wife. She’s always willing.”

End of the Keyholder series

The fourth and final episode of the Keyholder series releases today with Keeping Kathy. Elliot Silvestri explores the consequences of what happens when a married couple goes full in on the Keyholder mistress/submissive relationship. Get it only at Amazon’s Kindle store.

After having settled her relationship with Sam and MaryJo, Kathleen takes the ultimate plunge and marries Thom, the man she has been keyholder for the past few years. The wedding and cuckold ceremony are pleasing, but she still needs to fix her relationship with Cliff, her occasional lover. He is arrogant, self-centered, and thinks he’s better in bed than he actually is…which makes him the perfect candidate for enforced male chastity.
This is a 10,000 word novelette intended for adult audiences.
Content warning: features graphic sex, male chastity, cuckolding, enforced chastity, BDSM themes, body piercing, dominant female-submissive male roles, strong language, erotic situations not all members of the public will enjoy, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content.

Excerpt:

A pair of The Farm’s attendants wheeled out a heavy wooden table. It sort of resembled a medical exam table, except it was made of wood instead of metal and was heavily padded with leather cushions for comfort. There were leather straps designed to hold down the occupant, if needed, but Kathleen knew those wouldn’t be necessary tonight.

Standing in front of the table Sue called those in attendance to order—a few had to be encouraged to leave their drinks at the bar on the far side of the room—and made a semi-circle facing her. Kathleen had put on her wedding dress and was waiting at the table with Sue. At the signal Thom was brought into the room and paraded through the crowd. He was naked but for his metal chastity cage but he felt no shame.

Sue opened the ceremony by saying, “Kathleen and Thom have already entered into a blessed union when she caged him. They redoubled that union when they married yesterday. They’ll reinforce that union again, tonight, as they formalize their arrangement.”

There was a murmur of anticipation from the crowd.

The ceremony was simple and straight forward. Sue said, “Do you, Kathleen Herald, wish to declare your rights and control over your husband here tonight?”

“I do.”

“Do you take Thomas Stone as your chaste husband to cherish and control?”

Kathleen smiled before she answered.