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When Elody and Titsy got home, Elody told Titsy to strip.
“Those clothes will need a wash, Titsy,” she said. “You’ve got your sluttiness all over them.”
Titsy reluctantly undressed in the hallway of the mansion, and passed her clothes to Elody.
“Very good, Titsy,” said Elody. “Now, run upstairs and apologise to Cameron. And ask him to punish you.”
Titsy felt herself blush, because she didn’t understand.
“Apologise for what, mistress?” she said.
“Really, Titsy, you are stupid even for a cow,” said Elody. “You are going to apologise for your oversized mutant tits. And for being a stupid animal. And for making me waste my day on saving you from the police and then registering you under an appropriate name.”
She passed Titsy her new identification documents.
“Give him these too,” she said. “Oh, and Titsy? Don’t just repeat my words like some trained parrot. Find your own words to apologise for what’s wrong with you. Make it sound sincere. When you’re done you can come downstairs and prepare the dinner. Remember to carry those oversized milk balloons with your hands, Titsy – I don’t want to hear the disgusting noise of them flopping around as you walk.”
Titsy realised that she couldn’t carry the documents while also cupping her tits, so she put the documents in her mouth, lifted one of her naked tits in each hand, and went up to the stairs to Cameron’s office.
“Ah, there you are,” said Cameron, as she entered. “I was just about finished for the day. I was wondering where you and Elody had gotten to.”
He took the documents from her mouth and looked at them.
“A change of name?” he said. “Titsy McMelons. It suits you. Well, I’ll see about making this change in the work I’m doing for you. Was there anything else, Titsy?”
Titsy paused before replying. And then, finally, she said:
“Cameron, this is all getting out of hand. Your wife treats me… like an animal. She has me *naked*, for heaven’s sake. Please, I know I’m in trouble, but I deserve some dignity. Can’t you talk to her?”
Cameron sighed.
“I’m sorry you feel that way, Titsy,” he said. “If you don’t want my help, I suppose I’ll just call the police now and say they can pick up your financial documents from my house.”
He reached for his mobile phone.
Titsy’s eyes went wide. She couldn’t go back to the police! Especially not after today!
“No!” she said. “No! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. It’s really humiliating but – I guess it’s just for a little while. I’m sorry. Pretend I didn’t say anything. Please.”
Cameron looked at her, his phone still in his hand.
“Titsy, you have to understand I love my wife a great deal,” he said. “I’m very grateful to have a young, fit, beautiful wife like Elody. Otherwise I might have ended up with a big-uddered bankrupt bitch like you. Can you imagine, if I’d been married to you? I’d be in trouble with the police now as well, and I would have had to spend every day of my life looking at those giant fuckbags and listening to the bitchy mooing noises that come out of your mouth. Would that have been fair, Titsy?”
Titsy was shocked at the insulting things he was saying – but it was hard to argue with them. If she had had a husband, she *would* have ruined his life. Cameron *was* lucky to have married Elody instead of her.
“And since you came into my house, Titsy,” continued Cameron, “you have done nothing but displease my wife and piss on my floor.”
Titsy wanted to once again complain that it was squirt, not piss, but Cameron seemed in no mood to appreciate that difference.
“So I will be nice to you on this one occasion,” Cameron concluded, “and pretend you did not say the things you just said, which I *know* my wife would not have wanted you to say, and let you try again. Does that sound fair?”
Titsy bowed her head.
“Yes, master,” she said in a small voice.
“Good cow,” said Cameron. “Now, what did you come up here to say?”
“I… wanted to apologise for my giant cow-udders,” said Titsy. “They’re deformed and unnatural and really gross and I’m sorry you have to look at them. And I’m sorry I’m such a stupid cunt who… who pisses on your floor and doesn’t get anything right. And I’m sorry that I tried to run away today like an ungrateful bitch, and got stopped by the police because I look like a whore, and I’m sorry that Elody had to waste her time on rescuing me from the consequences of my own stupidity.”
She paused, and then added, as Elody had instructed: “And you should punish me.”
“I don’t accept your apology, Titsy,” said Cameron. “You should continue feeling guilty about those things. And as for punishment, come into the bedroom.”
He stood, and led her down the corridor to the master bedroom. Titsy followed, still holding her tits in her hands. Holding her tits like this made her think about how *heavy* they were. Was Elody right? She had always thought she was a normal level of buxom, but now she couldn’t help but feel that her tits *were* monstrous and oversized.
Cameron entered the bedroom. Then he unzipped his fly and took out his cock, which was erect. Titsy’s eyes immediately locked onto it, with fear and anticipation.
Cameron sat on the bed, his cock sticking up from his lap.
“Come and lie across my lap, Titsy,” he said. “Ass up.”
She nervously did as she was told. When she first took the position, she could feel Cameron’s dick poking against her belly, but Cameron shifted her body with his hands until her pussy was directly over his cock. Then he reached underneath her and used his fingers to part her cuntlips, so that the tip of his cock was between her labia, nestled against the entrance to her fuckhole.
Titsy whimpered. She knew that this was sexual abuse. She could see what was about to happen. Cameron was going to rape her. But she was so scared of being thrown back to the police, or naked on the street, that she was eager to please Cameron. And the truth was that, after all the sexual activity and humiliation and degradation today, her pussy was wet, and throbbing eagerly at the touch of Cameron’s dick.
“Say you deserve this because of your disgusting tits, Titsy,” said Cameron.
“I deserve this because of my disgusting tits, master,” said Titsy obediently.
And, as she did, Cameron hit her on the ass with his hand.
WHACK.
The blow drove her cunt down, directly onto Cameron’s dick. She gasped as she felt it slide into her fucktunnel – and then immediately back out again.
“Again,” he told her.
“I deserve this because of my disgusting tits,” said Titsy.
WHACK!
And again his cock fucked its way into her cunt, and out again.
She didn’t need to be told what came next.
“I deserve this because of my disgusting tits.”
WHACK.
“I deserve this because of my disgusting tits.”
WHACK.
“I deserve this because of my disgusting tits.”
WHACK.
And on each whack, Cameron’s dick drove deep inside her.
The spanks hurt – but they felt good, too, a deep thuddy vibration that travelled through her buttocks into her groin. She was moaning on each penetration of Cameron’s penis. She was being spank-fucked, and it felt good.
After twenty spanks, Cameron said, “Just say that you’re a cunt and a cow.”
“I’m a cunt.”
WHACK.
“I’m a cow.”
WHACK.
“I’m a cunt. I’m a cow. I’m a cunt. I’m a cow. I’m a cunt. I’m a cow.”
Somewhere in that, she felt herself orgasm, and orgasm again. She didn’t know if she squirted, but she thought not – Cameron surely would have reacted if she’d bathed his pants and bed in a shower of cunt-juices.
The pain accumulated in her ass, and she thought if it went on much longer she might cry. Surely her ass was bruised by now. But she deserved this, because of her disgusting tits, and because she was a cunt and a cow.
And then, suddenly, Cameron stopped, and his body shook, and Titsy realised that he was cumming into her pussy.
“Thank you, master,” she said, unbidden, and she didn’t know if she was thanking him for forgiving her earlier stupidity, or punishing her, or for using her as his masturbation aid. Maybe all three.
Cameron didn’t acknowledge her thanks. Instead, he roughly pushed her off his lap, so that she fell to the floor in an undignified heap. Then he took his cock in one hand and wiggled it at her.
Titsy didn’t need to be told what her duty was. She climbed back to her knees and immediately took his cock in her mouth to clean it off. With one hand, she held her pussy, trapping Cameron’s cum inside her so it wouldn’t drip on the bedroom floor and make a mess that she would no doubt be required to clean up.
Kneeling here with Cameron’s cock in her mouth, Titsy reflected that she was not without stress right now. She was stressed about whether she would please Cameron, about whether Elody would punish her for something else. She was stressed about her financial situation, and about how long she would be trapped and degraded in this house.
And yet, at the same time, there was something so *simple* about kneeling and cleaning Cameron’s cock with her tongue. His cum tasted good, and his dick was so reassuringly warm and hard in her mouth. It was far easier to suck his cock than to make business decisions, or court investors, or file regulatory paperwork. It was easy – and because it was easy, it felt good.
“Good cow,” said Cameron softly, stroking her hair as she sucked. And then, finally, when he decided his cock was clean enough, he put his hand flat against her face and pushed her off his dick.
She looked up at him, seeking further approval, but he was already zipping his pants and standing.
“On the bed there, you will find some paperwork, Titsy,” said Cameron. “It’s a list of social media platforms and other websites. I want you to fill it out with your account names and login details. I’ll need to go through and align them with the story that we’re telling about your financial difficulties.”
“I could just post what you want…” offered Titsy.
“No, it’s best if I do it,” said Cameron. “Don’t leave any out. I’m not sure if I’ll have time to punish you if it you get it wrong, but I’m sure Elody will be very creative in my place.”
Cameron left the room, and Titsy crawled to the paperwork.
It would be her entire online presence that she was turning over to Cameron, so that he could – what? He hadn’t really said.
And yet she had no choice. She could do it, like a good little cow, or she could refuse, and then Elody would torture her, and she’d end up doing it anyway.
Still holding Cameron’s cum in her pussy with one hand, she used the other to fill out the form.
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