(Read Part 1 here.)

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She was ashamed of her large tits – and addicted to the arousal that shame caused in her.

She thought she had found her ideal life.  She had moved in with Gavin, a man she hated, a man who called her “Cow Tits”.  She had allowed him to rape her, and milk her lactating breasts, and make her moo like a cow and cry.  It was exactly what she needed – and deserved.

But eventually it wasn’t enough.  She needed more shame.

Gavin, surprisingly, obliged.  He had recently obtained work on a lucrative defence project in the southern United States.  He would be required to work on base, and couldn’t take his new pet with him – but he *could* take her as far as Hope Valley, the small town near the base, and set her up with a life there.  

And that was exactly what he did – set her up, and abandon her for six months, with a set of very specific instructions.  And the first of those instructions seemed very reasonable – she was to join the local church, and as many local respectable social groups as she could, and show an interest in the lives of all the most respectable Christian men and women in town.  She was to do everything she could to present herself as a nice, conservative member of the community.

The problem was the rest of it.  On the way to her new home, they stopped to legally change her name to Jezebel Cowtits, and he forbade her from introducing herself as anything else.  He threw out most of her clothes, only leaving her with skirts of indecently short length, and shirts there were a little too small to properly fit her huge tits.  

She was forbidden to wear bras.  She was to bind her tits painfully with rope each morning, under her shirt, to make them bulge.  She was to go around with an active vibrator in her pussy and anus at all times.  She was to be milked – painfully – three times a day, but she was not allowed to milk herself so she would have to find someone to do it for her.  She was to masturbate to the edge of orgasm twice a day, but he also left her with a Taser, with strict instructions to discharge it into her own cunt if she ever actually orgasmed from anything other than being raped.  She was to strip naked in the church confessional and masturbate while confessing her behaviour to the priest.  The only time she was ever allowed to clean semen or sex juices off her body was 5 am each morning.  And, of course, she was never, ever to complain about or report any harassment or rape she experienced.

The shame she felt turning up to church that first morning, aroused from the vibrators in her ass and cunt, her sluttily oversized tits constricted by rope, her nipples visibly leaking milk into her too-tight shirt, introducing herself to the upright, respectable community as “Jezebel Cowtits”, was so overwhelming that she orgasmed right there on the spot, in front of everyone, and when one of the women started to laugh at her – a shrill, cruel, hysterical laugh – she orgasmed again.   And of course, then she had to excuse herself, so she could go and Taser herself in the fuckhole twice.

As she sat on the toilet, twitching and crying and dangerously close to orgasm again, she silently thanked Gavin again and again for doing this to her.   She knew she was going to fit in here just fine….

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