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Chapter 1
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Today didn't go as expected. The last thing I remember was... come to think of it I couldn't remember anything besides my name. Not that a name alone does me any good. Anubys, strange I know. I couldn't remember anything or why it was spelled differently than the Egyptian God. Anyways enough blabbering, I woke up tied to a chair of all things. My head felt like it had been split open.
"Look who decided to join us..." A feminine voice purred from the shadows. I tried to see but things were still blurry and dark. The woman flipped a switch and blinding light filled the room. I cried out with shock; squinting hurt too much. I had no choice but to keep my eyes tightly shut. The woman simply laughed at my discomfort. "Doesn't he look so cute my pet?"
"Mhmm," another quieter feminine voice mumbled.
"What do you want?" I fumbled with my words; mouth so dry it felt like I hadn't had a drink in days.
"Oh, nothing much. You've been a thorn in our side for months now. Disrupting all our carefully crafted plans. Funny how weak you look now though." Pain spiked in my head as I tried to think about all that. I couldn't remember damn it. Why would I care about bothering this woman? "What's with the long face?" She mocked me, "Don't you remember?"
"No..."
"Oh, that's just perfect," she laughed at my expense, "guess we hit you a bit too hard, huh?" Her smug voice wormed its way into my head in a way I couldn't explain. Tied to a chair, completely helpless, and yet my body reacted. "I see something else getting hard."
The quieter woman snorted in laughter. By the way not only was I tied to the chair, but I was naked. I'm sure you didn't want to know that. It's completely embarrassing...
"Oh, hush Betty," she scolded the other woman whose name sounded familiar for some reason. I couldn't place it but hearing her voice sent an exciting thrill down my spine. "Mmm..." the woman purred, seeing his reaction. For some reason I pictured her licking her lips.
"Sorry Mistress Nyx." Betty's voice quivered with lustful need.
My body reacted in a wave of guilty pleasure after hearing that name. Like my body knew it shouldn't get excited but couldn't help it. I blinked my eyes now that the blinding light stopped dancing behind my eyelids. It was clear instantly which one was the mysterious Mistress Nyx. She stood proud and proper, while Betty knelt at her side. She had long leather boots that went up past her knees with a black skirt and matching corset, cleavage distractingly exposed. She had full lips, painted red, high cheek bones and her red hair pulled back in a ponytail. I gulped, feeling weak beneath her dominating gaze. This was a woman that had to be in control. An odd thrill went through me at that thought. Considering my predicament, you know bound and naked.
Her outfit made me think I really had interrupted her plans. Especially with how Betty knelt with a collar and leash. They must have been in the middle of some private, extracurricular activities. The woman, Betty I mean, looked up at her mistress submissively. However, that wasn't what caught my attention. Her long blond hair made her ears blend in, but they twitched and... They weren't human, they were longer and flopped over. They reminded me of cow ears. The shock of knowing that didn't stop me from being distracted as she moved. Her large breasts jiggled, and I gulped as I noticed the wet spots on her spotted bikini. Even her outfit gave off a cow vibe.
My quick glance at them jiggling didn't go unnoticed though.
"Like what you see?" Nyx purred, reaching down to cup Betty's cheek. They both looked at me, one with lust the former with triumph. "In a way I'm disappointed you don't remember me. Then again, I can use that to my advantage." She smiled wickedly. "An empty slate to mold, how intriguing."
I wish I could say things were coming back to me. Besides some vague feelings, arousal mixed with caution that I couldn't explain. It felt like I needed to be wary of her. You know besides the fact that she stripped me naked and tied me to a chair. I watched as she pulled up another chair and sat down with alluring pose. I felt my heart speed up just by watching her move elegantly. She had this aura that felt unnatural and purely dominate. The latter obvious by the way she dressed, moved, and held Betty's leash. Speaking of Betty, she crawled between us and lightly touched my foot. Tingles ran up my leg at her soft touch.
I flinched, trying to move away, but couldn't.
"There's always room for another bull for my lovely cows..." she moaned, licking her lips. A sweet scent met my nose as I breathed in. My nostrils flared and started to itch. Betty was looking up at me, drooling. That's when I recognized the smell, it was milk. Her milk... soaking her bikini, dripping down her belly. Something about it sent alarm bells off in my head. The scent shouldn't be that potent, that alluring. My mouth felt like I had been chewing on desert sand. I needed a drink and now all I could think about was her milk.
"What do you mean cows?" My voice cracked when I noticed a thin tail with a bushy tip move behind Betty.
"My pets of course. You've stopped all my shipments... all my attempts to spread their delicious milk around the world." She let a grimace slip for a split second before putting back on that seductive smile. Shipments, that rung a bell too. I had been tasked to stop a new addictive substance from leaving the city. I couldn't remember by who though. All that mattered was that I remembered why I felt cautious around Nyx. I was trying to stop her criminal activities. "Oh, did you remember something in that thick skull of yours, stud?"
Betty's hands ran higher up my legs, her eyes were locked between my legs and no matter how embarrassing I felt, I couldn't hide my erection. She squeezed my muscular calf's, tickling behind my knees until finally circling around my thighs. My body tingled wherever she touched and longed for those soft hands to go further up. I had to ignore those feelings. I wasn't trapped by choice. I had to remember that. No matter how turned on I became...
"I remember stopping you. Thwarting your plans at every turn." I replied, feeling pride fill my chest, despite my situation. I suddenly remember how good I was at my job. I had stopped every shipment they tried to send out.
"That's right baby, you've made me have to change my ways." I didn't like the way her tongue moved across her red lips. Ok, I liked it, but I know I shouldn't. "None of that matters now though does it. I caught myself the greatest prize of all. Soon you'll be a stud for my herd of Holstaurs. They'll produce their milk twice as fast with you helping me."
"I'll never..." my retort was cut off as Betty grabbed my dick and squeezed. She stroked me before angling my erection towards her drooling, luscious mouth. I was caught completely off guard when her lips wrapped around my member in a tight seal and sucked hard. My eyes must have bulged out of their sockets, and I couldn't stop myself from groaning.
"We'll see my future bull." Nyx purred, licking her red lips again. My reaction clearly pleased her as I watched her cheeks flush slightly. She stared at me like a piece of meat she couldn't wait to devour. A part of me ached for her to. Fuck, the pleasure rocked through my body, distracting my rebellious thoughts. I tried my best to stifle my moans, but Betty was relentless, bobbing her head, stroking me at the same time. It didn't help that every breath I took was filled with that sweet, alluring scent of her milk, making my mouth water.
"You know, I'm glad you're starting to remember. It'll make this so much sweeter, watching you submit to your deepest desires, falling into a crazed rut." Mistress Nyx cupped her breasts, and I couldn't look away. The way her cleavage swelled in that tight, sexy corset... damn, I needed to focus. I looked down and saw Betty's large brown, needy eyes staring back up at me. My body quivered in response. She was so sexy... the way her large breasts jiggled as she bobbed her head on my cock. This wasn't the focus I meant. Her bikini was slipping free, and it just made my mouth water more as I finally got a glance of those swollen nipples dripping fresh milk. I could even hear the liquid sloshing around within her heavy bosom. I licked my dry lips, mouth tasted like cotton. I desperately needed a drink, but part of me knew I couldn't have her milk. The way my body craved it after just smelling it, wasn't natural.
I was starting to remember. The longing to take a nipple between my lips and suckle was helping my mind. No idea how to explain that. It was like the more I craved to taste her milk the more I remembered why I shouldn't. I had been stopping those shipments for months now. I remember destroying the contents. I was told it was too dangerous to put into evidence by my superiors. And here I was face to face with the one behind it all. I struggled with my bindings again, trying to find any weakness in the rope. If I kept my movements subtle maybe I could loosen them without being noticed. I just had to play along, make them think I was too distracted to think while the rope burn helped keep my mind focused.
How long would it last though?
My head fell backwards as Betty took me deep within her tight throat. Her moans were only adding to the sensations I felt. My back arched unconsciously, giving her more access. I couldn't help but admire how she didn't gag at all. Even as her eyes watered.
