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  She took a deep breath.

  Wants and wishes weren’t meant for people like her. She was the victim here, the slave, the…cow. And the sooner she came to realize that, the better.

  That’s just what they want you to think. You have to fight this. You have to be strong. His lordship would want you to be strong.

  But how could she be strong when his lordship wasn’t here to give her strength?

  She took a deep breath. Slowly, she opened her eyes and gaped.

  A giant, golden ring hung from her nose. The weight of it pulled painfully at her septum. It half-covered her mouth, partially obscuring her one somewhat human feature. The rest of her face was a mask of black leather. Silver horns jutted from her forehead while carefully crafted leather ears hung just behind her temples.

  Only her eyes were still hers. They stared back at her with shock and fear as well as a tiny sliver of her slowly fading humanity.

  And how long will that last, she wondered. A week? A month? A year?

  She had no delusions that she could last that long, but she had to try, right? She had to hold on to her sense of self for as long as she could. She’d nearly lost it the last time he’d taken her.

  And oh, God, how he’d taken her.

  She thought back to the day she’d first met Matthew. He’d been so confident, so attractive. He’d only been five years older than she was, but he seemed so completely in control of his life that she couldn’t help but say yes when he’d asked her out. When he’d asked her to marry him a month later, she thought they were moving too fast, but how could she say no? She moved in with him that summer, and that’s when it started.

  His caring, compassionate side disappeared almost overnight. He drugged her, he beat her, he…modified her. He forced her to become his perfect little ponygirl while he kept her hidden away in suburbia, and though she told herself she was just being good so he’d lower his guard, each day she found it harder and harder to disobey. She still didn’t even know how she’d gotten away. Sure, he’d forgotten to lock her pen one morning and she’d slipped out while he was at work, but how she’d still had the will to accomplish such a feat was almost beyond her.

  “Such a…a pretty cow.” Melissa took a deep breath before finishing off her glass. “Oh, how I’d…I’d love to show you to James now. A pity I can’t. You know he’s storming around the whole countryside looking for you, right? Even has Thomas rushing around with him. Such a…such a waste of time, even for a cow as fine as you. Such a…such a…a…”

  The lady in red pulled at her collar again. Sweat beaded across her forehead, but all Julia could focus on were the twin patches of moisture leaking through the front of Melissa’s shirt.

  How does she not notice?

  “Damn heat. Matthew be…be a dear and turn down the…the thermostat.”

  “No.”

  Julia might have laughed at the woman’s confusion if she didn’t suddenly feel so utterly sorry for her.

  “I gave you an order,” Melissa said.

  Matthew smirked. “Cows don’t give orders.”

  Melissa stumbled to her feet. “Cow? Cow! I am not a…”

  She raised a hand as if to slap him and for the first time, her arm scraped across her breast. Horrified ecstasy passed across her face.

  “What have you done?” Her gaze fell upon the giant mounds still straining against her red silk shirt. “How dare you! My…my father…”

  “Is too sick to even notice you’re gone and as for anyone else, who would care?”

  Matthew casually strode forward and ripped open the woman’s shirt. Pendulous breasts swung forward, each one already dripping with milk.

  Melissa’s hands curled into shaking fists. “You bastard. When I…when I get done with you. I’ll…I’ll…”

  “You’ll what?”

  Matthew squeezed each of her nipples between his fingers, and twin jets of milk shot through the air. Melissa’s eyes rolled back. She sank to the ground at Matthew’s feet, but he didn’t let her go. He just kept kneading her skin, milking her until she was nothing but a moaning, gasping wretch completely caught within his thrall.

  Julia knew she should feel sickened by what was happening in front of her, but instead moisture leaked from her pussy as her own hips bucked back and forth within the confines of her restraints.

  God, she really was an animal.

  “Don’t worry Julia,” Matthew said. “I haven’t forgotten about you. But first, I think this bitch needs to learn her place.”

  Matthew’s hands released Melissa’s breasts. He left her lying in a puddle of her own milk while the woman continued to pant and moan.

  “Kill you,” Melissa said even as she ground her pussy against the concrete floor and fondled her still-leaking nipples. “I’ll…I’ll kill you for…for…”

  “Oh, would you shut up already.”

  Matthew dug through the piles of leather on his workbench and returned with an armload of cowprint accessories. She hardly fought him when he ripped the rest of her shirt off. Her boots followed, then her pants.

  “I never could stand a woman in clothes,” he said. “But a woman who thinks she’s better than me…oh, I take special joy in showing them just who wrong they are. Isn’t that right, Julia?”

  Even if Julia could have responded, she knew better than to reply.

  Matthew chuckled.

  “You see, she thought she could run away from me, but I got her back, and I’m never letting her go again. Just like I’m never letting you go.”

  Matthew pulled the woman’s arm behind her back and forced it into a shoulder-length, cowprint glove. Within seconds a hoof was where her hand should have been.

  Melissa shook her head wildly. “I’m…I’m a lady. You can’t…you can’t do this to me.”

  Matthew slipped the other glove on, followed by her boots and leg binders. “I can do whatever I want. You’re my cow now.”

  “No…no, I’m not a cow. I’m a woman…I’m…I’m…”

  Matthew slid a finger across her dripping pussy, and she gasped.

  “Stop lying to yourself,” he said. “You know you want this. That’s why you called me here. You didn’t need me to steal Julia. You needed me to steal you.”

  “No…I just wanted…wanted to get back at James. I thought…”

  “You thought you could deny your true nature.” Matthew looped the black and white corset around her waist and cinched it up tight enough to make her squeal. “You thought you could just go on pretending you were a real person like Julia tried to, but I could see you both for what you were. You’re animals, plain and simple.”

  He flipped her onto her back. Her breasts were giant, ivory orbs each leaking a steady trail of creamy tears down Melissa’s chest, but Matthew paid them no mind. One last piece of equipment still lay at his feet. He fitted a black and white chastity belt snuggly around her glistening cunt before giving her left breast a light slap.

  Melissa moaned before thrusting her hips up towards him.

  “There now,” he said. “You might just make a half-decent cow after all. A little bit of training, and we’ll see.”

  “Not…not a cow…”

  Matthew shook his head. “So very stubborn. Of course, Julia used to be stubborn, and now look at her.”

  Melissa’s eyes drifted towards Julia, and Julia’s heart beat faster. She hated the woman. She should be thrilled to see her brought so low, but instead, all she could feel was a deep and overwhelming pity.

  That and a growing moisture between her legs that had nothing to do with fear.

  Matthew latched the same type of rigid, arching posture collar around Melissa’s neck that Julia was currently wearing. Without another word, he gave Melissa’s bare ass a hard slap before turning to leave.

  “Wait,” she called when he was halfway across the room. “You…you can’t just leave. I need…I need…”

  “You need to shut up,” he said. “Cow’s don’t talk.”

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bsp; “But you can’t leave me like this!” she screamed. “You did this to me, you bastard! You have to take care of me. You have to—”

  Before she could even finish talking, Matthew crossed the room and backhanded her hard enough to send her sprawling across the floor. Julia winced.

  “Talk to me like that again, cow, and I’ll cut that tongue right out of you, and I’ll keep cutting. I’ll take off hands, feet, legs, and arms until you finally learn your place. And you will learn your place. If I have to beat it into you every day for the next year, you’ll learn your place. Do you hear me? Do you hear me!”

  His screams echoed through the room. Melissa shook so hard, Julia thought the woman might have fallen into a seizure, but somehow the former lady in red managed to nod her head despite her growing sobs.

  Matthew smacked her again.

  “Did I say you could cry? Cows don’t cry. They moo. Now moo for me, bitch. Go ahead. Moo.”

  Melissa choked on another sob, and Matthew hit her again and again and again. Julia’s stomach turned. Blood dripped from the woman’s split lip. More poured from her nose. Despite the pain, Melissa looked to be trying her damnedest to obey, but her panic-stricken throat couldn’t seem to cough up the sounds Matthew demanded.

  And Matthew always hated it when his demands went unmet.

  He’s going to kill her. He just caught her, and now he’s going to end up killing her all because she can’t moo.

  Another smack echoed through the room, and without thinking, Julia took a deep breath and mooed as loud as her cemented teeth would allow.

  Matthew froze.

  He released his grip on Melissa’s collar, and the lady in red slumped to the ground.

  “Well, now,” he said. “Is my old pet getting a bit jealous?”

  Julia’s heart beat faster, but now that she had his attention, she knew she couldn’t let it waver. She doubted Melissa would survive if she did.

  “Moo,” she called out again. “Mooooo.”

  Between the feeding tube and the fused teeth, her lowing came out more guttural than ever before. Her gaze drifted to Matthew’s pants and already she could see his erection coming to life.

  He stalked towards her.

  “Oh, Julia, you always could get me harder than anyone else.”

  He stroked her face, and the scent of blood filled her nostrils.

  “Here I’ve been spending all this time on your little friend, and I’d all but forgotten about you. Now, that’s not fair, is it?”

  Julia mooed again.

  His hands moved down to her chest. He kneaded her giant breasts even as the pumps still sucked at her teats.

  Julia’s eyes rolled back. This time she mooed on reflex.

  He chuckled.

  “I still say you would have made a fine ponygirl, but if this is what you were meant for, far be it from me to deny fate.”

  He reached down to the platform beneath her and adjusted one of the knobs. Her pumps pulled at her faster, harder. She moaned. Moisture pooled between her legs, and she couldn’t keep from thrusting her hips as much as her restraints would allow.

  Matthew unzipped his pants.

  “You know, I really should be punishing you right now,” he said. “You did run away from me after all. But I suppose we should set an example for your knew friend over there. Bad behavior will be punished and good will be rewarded, and right now you’re being very good.”

  He patted her cheek one last time before stepping behind her. On the floor ahead, Melissa mewled, but the sound didn’t seem painful. No, it was almost primal, longing even.

  So now you want him, Julia thought. Ten seconds ago you almost let him beat you to death, and now you’re eyeing him like a bitch in heat.

  The head of his cock pressed against Julia’s swollen cunt, and she almost wished she hadn’t intervened. Dear God, as much as she feared and hated the man, she hated herself even more for the way she always responded to him. Slowly, he slid his shaft inside her, and she breathed deeper, harder.

  God, why did this have to feel so good? Why did it have to feel so torturously, sickeningly good?

  “All right, New Cow,” Matthew called out to Melissa. “Go ahead and take a look at what good behavior gets you. Maybe then you’ll be a bit more motivated to obey the next time I give you an order.”

  He ground his flesh inside Julia, and her pussy tightened around him. His pulse pounded against her insides.

  “Moo for me, cow,” he said, and Julia obeyed without thinking.

  He stroked her bottom. “Good girl. Now you get a treat.”

  He reached behind him, not once removing his shaft from her insides. In the mirrors to her left, she saw him pull something out of a cabinet.

  Her eyes widened.

  “Now where would a good cow be without her tail?”

  Matthew held up the long, black leather tail in front of the mirror before showing off the oversized butt plug attached to its base. Julia’s mouth went dry.

  “Remember your old tail? Remember how much it hurt when we didn’t use any lube?”

  Julia mooed quickly.

  “You don’t want that again, now do you? So what say we get your little friend to help you out? New Cow, get your ass over here. Show me a use for that mouth, and I just might not glue it shut.”

  Still shaking, Melissa pulled herself onto her hands and knees. Her breasts swayed beneath her. Each leg tottered as she struggled to crawl on her hoofed hands and booted knees, her calves securely pinned to her thighs by the same binders that kept Julia’s painfully aloft.

  Minutes passed, but finally the former lady stumbled over to Matthew’s side.

  Julia watched them in the mirror.

  “Here.” Matthew held out the giant butt plug. “Let’s see how much lube that smart mouth can make.”

  Melissa opened her mouth, almost like she was about to argue with the man above her, but at the last minute she wrapped her lips around the tail’s silicone shaft. Over and over again she licked and sucked until what first started as revulsion turned into something else entirely.

  When Melissa finally finished, Julia could practically smell the woman’s arousal.

  “Not bad,” Matthew said. “Wait here and you might get a treat of your own.”

  Julia couldn’t tell if the woman’s face looked more horrified or excited.

  “All right then, Julia, what do you say we put the finishing touch on this masterpiece?”

  He slid the plug inside her. She grimaced at first as her rectum stretched and her insides filled with her former lover’s sick attachment, but then her thoughts turned to another similar moment, a happy time when a different man, a better man had taken her from behind and shown her just how pleasurable a bit of anal fisting really could be.

  Just thinking of his lordship brought tears to her eyes.

  Oh, Lord, how would she ever make it through this without Lord Ashe by her side? His touch, his words, his very presence alone was everything she needed in life, and to think that she’d lost it forever…

  “There now,” Matthew said. “A proper tail for a proper cow.”

  Julia looked back in the mirror, and there was her tail, all three feet of it draped loosely over her bare back. Matthew thrust inside her, and the plug shifted within her. Sparks danced behind her eyes. All rational thought left her mind.

  Oh, damn that’s good. That’s so, so good.

  “I heard that bastard lord of yours liked to call you Jewel. Maybe I’ll call you that, too. My little Jewel. Go ahead, Jewel, moo for your new lord. Moo.”

  She obeyed without question.

  Matthew’s thrusts came harder, faster. Her whole body jerked within the milking machine, and she mooed over and over again as the pleasure of his cock, the plug, and those wonderful, wonderful pumps threw her over the edge of her humanity into a world of purely primal needs.

  You don’t belong to him. You belong to his lordship. You belong to his lordship. You belong…

 
He drove into her deeper than ever before, and she came hard. Fire spread across her body. She mooed as loud and long as she could. Her whole body shook from the power of her orgasm, but already she could feel another brewing beneath the surface, ready to pull her under again and again and again.

  Shame filled her thoughts.

  How could she give in to him so easily? She belonged to his lordship, not this monster. If she didn’t fight him, she’d end up losing the last bit of herself she still had left, but how could she ever hope to win a battle against such bliss? Why would she even want to? Matthew was right. She was meant to be a cow. That’s the only explanation for how easy this was, how easy it all was.

  Another thrust and she came again. Her muscles quivered from the force of it, but no sooner had she caught her breath than another orgasm ripped through her followed by a fourth, a fifth, a sixth…

  Whether hours or minutes passed by, she couldn’t tell, but by the time Matthew finally pulled out of her, she was covered in sweat and shaking with exhaustion. He slapped her ass once before turning to Melissa.

  “And as for you, you still want your treat, don’t you?”

  Melissa almost spoke, but at the last minute she caught herself and nodded.

  Matthew looped a finger through the hook in her collar.

  “Then go ahead. Take it.” He pushed her face in between Julia’s legs. “If you want my seed so badly, eat it up, because that’s all you’re getting today.”

  Melissa wrinkled her nose. Her hair hit Julia’s thighs as she shook her head quickly, but try as she might, Matthew wouldn’t let her back away.

  “I’m not asking you to do this, cow, I’m telling you. Now clean out my little Jewel or else I might just have to show you the back of my hand again.”

  Sobs rose from Melissa’s throat.

  “And what did I say about crying?”

  In the mirror, Julia’ watched the former lady’s eyes go wide. Her gaze darted up to Matthew’s hands, each one slowly curling into a fist, and the woman plunged her face between Julia’s legs barely a second later.

  As soon as the woman’s tongue grazed her flesh, Julia’s eyes rolled back.

  “That’s better,” Matthew said. “See now, obedience isn’t so hard, is it?”