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Fucking great.
With a wide smile, he walks back over and skims his hands along my upturned ass, pausing now and then to knead the muscles.
“Take a deep breath, Penny. Good girl, now exhale.” As I breathe out, he eases the plug in. It’s far larger than the others they’ve used on me.
Digging my fingers into the carpet, I grit my teeth and force myself to inhale. To his credit, Master Nick doesn’t shove it in. He takes his time with it - easing it in, pulling it out, then easing it in further.
After an eternity, it’s seated. The pressure is intense. Groaning, I bury my head in between my hands and rock my hips back and forth in an attempt to lessen the pinch and stretch in my ass.
With each movement, the tail swishes against me, barely brushing against my clit, but it’s there. I feel it. I groan again, but this time for a far different reason.
“Come on, pretty cow,” Master Peter commands. “The sooner we get you settled into your new room, the sooner we can relieve that ache in between your thighs.”
The door opens, and I’m confronted by a cacophony of noises. I forgot how deafening the silence was until this moment. It’s too much. It’s all so overwhelming. I yank back from Master Peter, not on purpose, but on pure survival instinct.
Instead of letting me retreat, he winds the chain tighter in his grasp and yanks, pulling me forward. A startled yell stills in my throat as other people glance inside. I’m only allowed to moo. Just because I’m in the room doesn’t mean I’m safe.
Frantic, I look up at Master Peter, then back at Master Nick. The mooing sounds spill from my lips as hysteria claws at my insides. I want so desperately to scream, to plead with them, but more and more people gather at the door, watching me, their eyes roaming over my body as if they too own me.
Master Peter leans down, his stern eyes softening as they meet mine. “Penelope Evans. I need you to stop right now and breathe with me.”
Master Nick kneels to my side, his hand sliding under to rest on my heart. “You’re okay, pretty Penny,” he coos into my ear. “You belong to us. No one outside of this door matters. We are your Masters.”
“I know you’re scared, Penelope,” Master Peter chimes in. “But you need to calm down. I will not carry a fainted cow through these halls.”
The image alone brings a snorted giggle to my lips, and I sigh as the tension leaches out of all of us.
“That’s my good girl, Penelope. Nick will be beside you the whole time, and I will be in front of you. If you get scared, just moo. It’s okay. You will not get punished for that.”
Nodding, I strengthen my resolve, staring at the floor as we exit. Bright lights flood my vision, and I groan as I screw my eyes shut. Breathing deep, I go where the chain tugs, trusting Master Peter to not let me hurt myself.
Murmurs and whispers assault my ears, but most of the chatter seems positive. No one is judging me for being in this position. No one thinks less of me. In fact, most of what I can hear is praise and adoration, something not even my dad gave me unless we were in front of other people.
A blossom of pride blooms in my heart, and I hold my head high, shaking my hips to swish my tail about. Master Nick chuckles behind me and pats the side of my ass as we continue down the hall.
“Oh, my! What a delightful looking cow. And look at how swollen her teats are.”
I angle my head up to smile at the newcomer, showing off my breasts that are already starting to fill that heavy pressure. Now that I know it’s milk, it’s not nearly as agonizing. In fact, the more the pressure builds, the more my clit pulses.
Hopefully, Master Peter and Master Nick will get me off soon. I don’t think I can stand it. I pause, rubbing my thighs together, and that moment is all the time it takes for the stranger to lean down and grab my breast, squeezing painfully tight.
Fear and pain collide, and in that moment, I can’t even think or moo. I scream out, calling for both Master Nick and Master Peter. The fingers are relentless, digging into me. The pressure is painful. Nothing like what it felt to be groped by my owners.
“Nick. Get her out of here. Now!”
11
Penelope
Violence laces Master Peter’s voice as the fingers are ripped away from me. My body shakes as uncontrollable sobs run through me. I’m barely aware of the powerful hands lifting me up, or the soft, soothing murmurs as Master Nick holds me to his chest.
I fucked up.
They gave me one job, and that was to not speak.
Despair spirals through my gut as Master Nick pushes past the crowd of people gathering around Master Peter and the stranger. Angry shouts and the pounding smack of flesh on flesh follow after us until there’s nothing left to hear but the buzzing in my brain.
Tears still fall down my cheeks, soaking Master Nick’s shirt, but he doesn’t seem to care. I want to apologize. I want so desperately to say I’m sorry, but out here, all I can do is moo. Burying my face in the damp shirt, I moo in earnest, hoping to convey what I lack in words.
