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After some time in the kitchen, Alexandria was successful in making risotto. It was humiliating, cooking wearing nothing but the “CUNT” T-shirt, but she completed the job and brought the results out to the dinner table on two plates. She placed one in front of Elody, who gave no sign of acknowledging Alexandria’s presence – the plate may as well have been delivered by a robot.
When she placed the other plate in front of Cameron, he looked up and said, “Thank you, Titsy.”
“Oh, for heaven’s sake, Cameron,” sighed Elody. “Don’t *thank* it. You’ll just encourage it to think it’s people.”
“Titsy *is* a guest in our house, dear,” said Cameron.
“A guest? Don’t make me laugh!” crowed Elody. “*Guests* are our friends and social peers, not some kind of… life support system for a pair of oversized mutant udders.”
She ate a mouthful of her risotto, and then continued. “Cameron, dear, Titsy showed you its fuckhole within the first hour of entering our house. Do our guests do that? It has orgasmed like a bitch in heat *multiple* times. It has sucked your cock twice and only just now was eager to lick its disgusting cow squirt up off our floor. Not only do our *guests* not do such disgusting things, but I don’t even know any *humans* that do it.”
“You make a good point, dear,” said Cameron. He was looking at Alexandria – or more specifically, at her tits.
“And her udders!” Elody continued. “They’re *abnormal*, Cameron. I swear it can’t see its feet when it looks down. It must be constantly in danger of just falling forwards all the time. I mean, look at them, Cameron. How would you describe them?”
“They *are* incredibly large,” said Cameron.
“The’re *monstrous* is what they are,” said Elody. “Do you think it *did* something to make its fuckbags swell up like that? Do you think udders can get that big just from being a slut?”
“I don’t know, dear,” said Cameron.
Elody raised another forkful of risotto to her mouth – but some slipped off her fork and fell on the tablecloth.
“Ugh,” said Elody. “Titsy, come here.”
Alexandria obediently went to Elody’s side.
Elody reached out and grabbed one of Alexandria’s breasts, pulling it out of her shirt and down towards the table. She rubbed the breasts against the risotto on the table until all the mess was transferred to Alexandria’s boob, and then released her. Alexandria blushed at having been used as a napkin.
Elody wrinkled her nose. “And its *cunt*, Cameron. I can *smell* it at the dinner table.”
“You could have at least given Titsy some underwear, Elody,” chided Cameron.
“No, dear, it would just *lose* it, like it did the last pair,” said Elody. “With the result that we’re now forced to smell its disgusting fuckhole.”
She looked at Alexandria.
“Apologise for the smell of your fuckhole, Titsy,” she said.
“I’m sorry, mistress,” said Alexandria, blazing with humiliation, “for the smell…”
“The *nasty* smell,” corrected Elody.
“I’m sorry for the nasty smell of my fuckhole,” said Alexandria, eyes downcast in shame.
Elody wasn’t done, though.
“In fact, Titsy,” she said, “I think you should plug your fuckhole so we can’t smell it anymore, Now.”
Alexandria blushed. “Uh… how, mistress?”
“Do I look like an expert in fuckhole-plugging, you gigantic-titted simpleton?” said Elody. “I don’t care *how*. Just *do* it.”
“Do as she says, Titsy,” added Cameron, “or there will be consequences.”
Alexandria looked around wildly for something to “plug” her cunt with. The napkins on the table? Elody might not approve of that. The dildo on the tricycle? But that was outside, and she could hardly bring the whole tricycle inside.
Her eyes fell on an empty wine bottle in the kitchen. She scampered to the kitchen, seized the wine bottle, and worked its neck up into her wet fuckhole. It actually felt good, and Alexandria felt her cheeks redden with lust. She pushed it as far into her as she felt was safe, and found that if she pressed her thighs together she could hold it inside herself while slowly waddling back to the table.
“Better,” said Elody.
The couple ate in silence for a while, as Titsy watched awkwardly with a wine bottle jammed up her cunt.
Finally, Cameron put down his knife and fork. “I think I’m about done,” he said.
He motioned to Alexandria, and she shuffled over to him quickly. He reached up and wiped his hands clean on her tits.
“Elody, would you feed Titsy?” he asked. “I have a few last emails to send before bed.”
“Of course, darling,” said Elody. She finished her own dinner, and then indicated that Alexandria should stack the two plates. Then she headed outside, and beckoned for Alexandria to follow.
Alexandria followed Elody into the backyard, and found that she was being led to a metal trough against the side of the house that she had not previously noticed. There were some apple peelings in the bottom of the trough, apparently from earlier in the day.
Now Elody scraped the remaining risotto off the two plates into the trough, where it lay in a wet heap on top of the peelings.
“Kneel,” she told Alexandria.
Alexandria, apprehensive, did as she was told.
Elody took a short length of chain and clipped one end to the D-ring on Alexandria’s collar, and then connected the other to a ring on the side of the trough. Now Alexandria could neither stand upright, nor pull away from the trough. She has just enough length on the chain to comfortably lower her head to the bottom of the trough.
“Eat,” said Elody. “And moo between each bite, like the cow you are. I want to hear you mooing. If you don’t eat, or you don’t moo, I will leave you out here all night, and in the morning I will kick your disgusting animal cunt until you cum again. Do you understand, Titsy?”
“I can’t…” protested Alexandria.
Elody slapped her. “I’m not interested, Titsy,” she said. “Eat and moo, or I will make you wish you had.”
And with that she went back inside the house, leaving Alexandria naked but for her shirt, and chained to an animal’s feeding trough.
Alexandria felt her stomach rumble. She had eaten nothing all day except for cum and squirt. The risotto may be leftovers, and in a trough for cows or pigs, but it still smelled good.
Was she really going to eat from an animal trough?
It occurred to her that she could use her hands to scoop up the food. But she knew with absolute certainty that this wasn’t what Elody intended. Elody was already so cruel to Alexandria – what would she do if she got *really* angry?
And so Alexandria, blushing, said, “Moooo.”
Was that loud enough? Had Elody heard?
“MOOOO,” she said, much louder. She was sure that the neighbours would be able to hear her – but so would Elody.
And then she leaned down and began eating her feed like a good cow.
This was insane, she thought to herself. Why was she allowing herself to be treated like this? Despite her current difficulties, Alexandria was a businesswoman – and a good one. She knew how to make deals. She knew how to break her enemies and get what she wanted.
Why was she allowing some pretty young bitch to push her around? To humiliate her? To make her moo like a cow?
Why couldn’t she seem to stand up for herself?
In only one day, she had gone from one of the most envied women in the country, to a half-naked slut who mooed as she ate leftovers from a pig trough.
It didn’t matter what Cameron was doing for her – she couldn’t live like this. If Elody could do this to her in one day, what would her situation be like in a week?
She had to get out.
Not right now, perhaps – she was, after all, mostly naked, and it was night-time, and it was cold.
But in the morning, as soon as Elody gave her some kind of real clothes – even if it was just the horrid maid outfit – she would make a break for it. She would leave Cameron’s house and take her chances elsewhere. She was certain she would be able to think of other contacts who could help her – lawyers or accountants – without transforming her into some kind of sex-maid.
That thought – that she *was* going to stand up for herself – settled her mind, and made it easier to keep mooing and eating her leftovers.
When she was done, she stopped mooing, and after a while Elody came out to bring her back into the house.
“Give me the shirt,” said Elody. “I’ll put it in the wash.”
The “CUNT” shirt was the last scrap of clothing Alexandria was wearing, but she reluctantly pulled it off and handed it to Cameron’s pretty young wife, covering her tits awkwardly with her hands.
Elody looked at Alexandria’s chest.
“That’s right, Titsy, make sure you keep them covered,” she said. “If I were to accidentally *see* those giant disgusting fucksacks, I might vomit. I don’t know how you can live with yourself, wobbling around with those enormous whore-pillows every day.”
Alexandria blushed. “I’m sorry my tits are so big, mistress,” she whispered.
“So you should be,” said Elody. “Well, it’s bed-time now, Titsy. There’s your bed.”
She pointed, and at first Alexandria didn’t understand. She was pointing at the laundry, and the only thing in the laundry was…
… a large wire dog cage, with a blanket in the bottom.
“No,” whispered Alexandria.
‘Yes,” said Elody. “You’ll be perfectly comfortable in there. It’s the right place for you.” She walked over and opened and closed the cage door a few times.
“See?” she said. “There’s no lock or anything. Say thank you for your cage, Titsy.”
Alexandria pouted, silently, and once again thought about leaving right now, despite her nudity and the darkness.
Elody stepped forward. She reached between Alexandria’s legs and wormed her fingers past Alexandria’s pussy lips. They found her clitoris, and they pinched it, hard.
Alexandria yelped.
“I told you to thank me for your cage, Titsy,” she hissed.
“Thank you for my cage, mistress,” said Alexandria quietly.
“Now get in,” said Elody.
Alexandria got down on all fours and crawled into the dog cage. Elody swung the door shut behind her, and laughed with delight.
“You look almost *cute* in there, Titsy,” she said. “It suits you. Sleep well.”
And with that, she turned off the lights and left Alexandria alone in her pet cage in the darkened laundry.
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Alexandria didn’t know how long she’d been asleep when she awoke to a voice calling, “Titsy! Titsy! Wake up and come here, you silly moo-cow!”
She rose to consciousness with the realisation that her pussy was wet. She had been dreaming an erotic dream – about licking Elody’s cunt? Surely not.
The voice was coming from an internal intercom. It was Elody’s voice.
“Come to the bedroom, Titsy,” she was saying. “We need you.”
Alexandria crawled out of her cage, stood, and made her way up the stairs to Cameron and Elody’s master bedroom.
When she entered the bedroom, she found them lying in bed, naked and flushed. They had clearly just been having sex. The covers were thrown back and their naked bodies were fully exposed.
“Ah, there you are, Titsy,” said Elody. She spread her legs, to show Cameron’s cum leaking from her pussy. “Come here and clean me up.”
Alexandria knew she should have refused. She was becoming a sexual plaything for Elody and Cameron – one they didn’t even seem to like or respect.
But at the sight of Elody’s pussy, Alexandria’s cunt throbbed. Her brain was fogged with tiredness and arousal.
So she simply did as she was told. She climbed up on the bed, lowered her head, and began to lick Cameron’s semen out of Elody’s cunt.
Elody moaned happily and pushed her groin up against Titsy’s face.
“Oh god,” she sighed. “I have to admit, Cameron, your moo-cow is quite a good cum-mop.”
“I’m glad she pleases you, dear,” said Cameron, sleepily.
“I might be using the cow for a while, darling,” said Elody, still grinding her cunt against Alexandria’s lips. “Do you want to clean your cock in its pussy?”
Alexandria’s eyes went wide, and she tried to pull her face away from Elody to say that she absolutely did NOT want Cameron to put his cock in her pussy, particularly without a condom.
But Elody just held her down and forced her to keep licking.
“No, it’s okay,” said Cameron. “I’ll just wipe it clean on her tits for now.” He grabbed one of Alexandria’s large breasts and wiped it against his cock. Alexandria felt his cum being wiped off onto her tits.
“I might fall asleep,” he said, as he wiped her tit back and forth against his dick. “Have her lick me clean when you’re done with her, even if I’m sleeping.”
“Yes, darling,” said Elody. She looked down at Alexandria, and lightly slapped her cheek.
“You’re not *mooing*, cow,” she said. “Moo into my cunt like the animal you are.”
Alexandria tried to moo with a mouthful of pussy. When she did, it pushed Elody over the edge, and suddenly Alexandria was swallowing Elody’s squirt.
“Stupid cunt-licking cow,” muttered Elody as her body relaxed. “You really are disgusting, you know that? Clean up my husband and then get back into your cage.”
Alexandria moved over to suckle on Cameron’s cock. It had softened, and it didn’t take her long to suck away the last traces of cum and pussy juices.
By the time she was done, both Cameron and Elody were asleep.
Alexandria headed back to her cage.
And once she got there, she started to rub her cunt, thinking about Elody holding her face down and forcing her to lick Elody’s cunt. Thinking about Cameron wiping his dick clean on her tits as if she were an object. Thinking about mooing into Elody’s cunt.
It didn’t take her very long to orgasm at all.
But tomorrow – once she had some clothes – she was definitely going to leave.
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