Chapters:
One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six
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In the shower, Alexandria did as Elody had told her, and paid special attention to washing her tits and pussy. She rubbed and squeezed and mauled at her breasts until she was moaning in pain, and then rubbed her cunt aggressively until she realised that she had brought herself back to the edge of orgasm.
It wasn’t just that Elody had given her an order – although she was increasingly fearful of disobeying Elody’s commands, for fear that Elody would find something even crueller to do to her.
It was also that she *felt* dirty. When she looked at her breasts in a mirror – breasts that only yesterday had seemed beautiful and normal – she heard Elody calling her a cow and telling her that her udders were oversized and disgusting. When she thought about her cunt, she remembered how confusingly wet it had been today, and all the humiliating and perverted things it had responded to.
She felt like the dirty, disgusting slut that Elody had told her that she was. And when she finally got out of the shower and realised that her nipples were still hard and her cunt was still wet and throbbing with arousal, that made her feel even dirtier.
She found that Elody had entered the bathroom while Alexandria was showering, without her noticing, and left new clothes for her. Alexandria was dismayed when she realised how brief and demeaning they were.
There was a pair of six-inch red high heels. There was a red G-string which barely covered Alexandria’s pussy and gave no concealment for her ass whatsoever. And there was a tight white T-shirt with the word “CUNT” written across the front in red. Along with this ridiculous outfit, Elody had also provided a red bow for Alexandria’s hair, a thin red leather pet collar with a D-ring in the front, and a make-up kit, which she clearly expected Alexandria to use.
Alexandria discovered that the shirt was really too small for her. It left most of her belly exposed, and her tits bulged obscenely beneath it. Her hard nipples were clearly visible through the thing fabric.
The G-string was almost worse than wearing nothing. It kept threatening to vanish between her pussy lips and give her cameltoe, and she had to fight the urge to keep pulling it out of her cunt. And the heels were very difficult to balance in.
The collar and bow were demeaning, but she had to admit that they looked cute on her. And when she opened the make-up kit, she found a note from Elody.
“Look fuckable, Titsy,” it read. “No one likes an unfuckable cow.”
She did her best to follow Elody’s instructions, giving herself dark eye make-up, bright red lips, and a flush of blush across her cheeks.
When she looked at herself in the mirror, she was struck by how little she looked like Alexandria the entrepreneur. Instead, she looked like the bimbo on the cover of a cheap porn magazine.
She had a moment of rebellion. She could refuse to be treated this way. She could…
What could she do? Confront Elody? Elody would laugh at her, and then slap her, or make her lick the floor, or make her lick Elody’s cunt. And Alexandria had the horrible feeling that, face to face with Cameron’s beautiful wife, her will would erode away just as it had the other times, and she would end up doing exactly what Elody wanted.
She could complain to Cameron. But Cameron had thus far not shown any inclination to disagree with his cruel spouse. Would he make a different decision if left to his own devices? Or did Elody’s cruelty please him? She still remembered the feel of Cameron’s hard, warm cock in her mouth, and the taste of his cum – both directly from his dick, and from Elody’s mouth as they had shared that slutty kiss.
“Thank you, sir, for feeding your cum to this disgusting big-titted cow,” she had told Cameron when she had sucked his cock.
And Cameron had acted like this was a perfectly normal and appropriate thing for Alexandria to be saying.
She could flee the house, of course. She had considered this before and discarded it. She pictured herself, homeless, with no money, no phone, and no friends, alone on a street at nighttime, wearing high heels, panties, and a shirt that read “CUNT”. She would begin regretting that decision the first time she was raped – which would surely be soon – and continue regretting it for a long time, she though.
And besides, there was still the matter of her pending fraud charges.
So what did that leave her? What other options did she have?
She could count them on one finger.
Obedience.
And so she shuffled out on her precarious high heels to see what Elody wanted from her next.
Elody was in the kitchen, on the phone.
“No, it’s *disgusting*, Pearl,” she was saying. “I was just telling Trini earlier. Its tits are *so big*. I swear it’s like a mutation. And it just swings them around everywhere like it’s – what are those people at the Olympics? They spin around with a weight? Oh, yes, hammer throwers. But, like, if a hammer thrower was a *cow*, Pearl, swinging its *udders*. I swear, I’m constantly afraid it’s going to spray milk on the walls.”
She looked up as Alexandria approached, and her eyes widened and she stifled a laugh.
“Oh, God, it’s here,” she said. “You should *see* it, Pearl. It found a shirt that says ‘CUNT’. No, I don’t know where. It must have just had a natural affinity for outfits that suit it. And the top’s too small. You should see its udders *bulging*, Pearl. It’s obscene. And it’s just changed clothes and there’s a wet patch on its panties *already*, Pearl. I’d wager money that if I leave it alone, it will hump the furniture. It’s so *gross*.”
She paused a moment.
“No, it can hear me, but I don’t think its brain really understands human language, Pearl,” she said. “Anyway, I have to go. It’s looking at me, and if I don’t give it something to do it will probably wet itself or something. Ciao.”
She hung up the phone, and looked at Alexandria.
“Well?” she asked. “What do you want, Titsy?”
Alexandria blushed. “What would you like me to do, mistress?” she asked.
“What I’d like you to do is crawl back to whatever farm you came from, and return to fucking the dogs and horses instead of cockteasing my husband,” said Elody. “But seeing as Cameron insists on taking in filthy strays, you can prepare the dinner. We would like a chicken risotto. I don’t believe we have all the ingredients in stock, so you will have to go to the local store.”
Alexandria paused to take in this idea, and as she did, several horrifying possibilities began to occur to her.
“May I have some additional clothes, mistress,” she began, “so I can go out in public?”
“You can go out in public already,” said Elody. “I assure you that you can visit the local grocery store wearing a bikini, and you have significantly more of your horrible fat flesh covered than a bikini would afford.”
She sighed. “Besides, my husband says that if you leave the house, you should be unrecognisable. People are used to seeing you in your disguise – you know, where you pretend to be a human – so this should be quite different.”
Alexandria whimpered. “Can I at least have a jacket…” she began.
“No, you may not,” snapped Elody. “It’s only four blocks to the shop, and this is a safe neighbourhood. You’ll be fine.” She thought for a minute, and then reached out and grabbed one of Alexandria’s nipples through her shirt, and pulled on it, leading Alexandria by her tits to the front door, as Alexandria staggered after her on the heels.
She opened the door and pointed outside, to one corner of the front yard. The sun had gone down and it was dark, but the item she was indicating was still visible by the lights from the house windows.
“You can ride that. I think one of the neighbour children abandoned it here.”
She was pointing at a child’s pink tricycle. It was barely three feet high, and it had a basket with ribbons on the front.
“I can’t ride that!” Alexandria protested – and then something inside her warned her, too late, that she had already argued with Elody as much as Elody was prepared to admit.
Elody looked at her coldly. “Open your mouth,” she said.
Alexandria did – and Elody spat in it. Alexandria staggered back, gagging – and as she did, Elody slapped her across the face.
“Do *not* test me, Titsy,” she said. “You *will* do as you are told while you work under this roof. If I am generous enough to give you a bike to ride, you *will* ride it. Say yes.”
“Yes, mistress,” said Alexandria, still trying to work the taste of Elody’s spit out of her mouth.
Elody looked at her, and said, “I may show you some mercy.” Then she giggled, and ran inside, leaving Alexandria in the open doorway.
Shortly she returned, holding three items, and pushed past Alexandria. She walked over to the child’s tricycle and began applying the things she had brought with her.
One was a roll of duct tape. The second was a pair of scissors to cut the tape. The third was a dildo.
Working carefully, Elody taped the dildo to the bike seat.
“Come here, Titsy,” she said. “Let’s see if this fits you.”
Alexandria thought again about running – and found that her biggest fear in such a plan was no longer being helpless and alone. Instead, it was that Elody would find her, and drag her back by her udders, and find an even worse punishment.
And so she walked nervously over to the tricycle.
“Sit,” instructed Elody.
Alexandria knew what was required. She pushed her G-string to one side of her pussy, and lowered herself onto the dildo. She was lucky that her pussy was so wet. It slipped inside her easily, and she eased herself down until the full length was inside her. She felt uncomfortably full.
“Good cow,” said Elody. “Feet go here.”
She indicated the pedals. Alexandria raised her feet to them, aware of how lewdly it spread her legs. Anyone looking at her would see the dildo buried in her twat.
“And here’s your money,” she said. She took two $50 notes and pushed them into Alexandria’s cleavage, where they nestled safely between her tits.
“Thank you, mistress,” said Alexandria, miserably.
“Now go,” she said. “We need rice, chicken, and cheap wine. Don’t dawdle, Titsy. My husband will be hungry.”
And so Alexandria was left to awkwardly cycle, legs spread, cunt full, down a suburban road on a child’s tricycle.
At least it was dark. And it was a quiet street. But as Alexandria slowly cycled away from Cameron and Elody’s house, she felt terribly exposed and vulnerable.
Every push on the pedals lifted her pussy very slightly off the seat, and then she would fall back down. She was very slowly fucking herself with a very thick dildo. She felt her cunt drooling onto the bike seat. It was excruciatingly humiliating – and excruciatingly pleasant. A perverse part of her brain wanted to lift her shirt up to expose her tits to the cool night air.
It didn’t even occur to her that she could get off the tricycle once she was out of Elody’s sight. She pedalled it all the way to the store – stopping only briefly, a block from her destination, so that she could orgasm.
She could imagine Elody’s voice in her head.
Ew. Look at the cow, cumming in public from fucking its disgusting wet twat on a child’s bike. So gross.
The thought of those words almost made her cum again.
And that was how she walked into the grocery store with her nipples hard, her face flushed, and her G-string soaked with her own cunt juices.
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