Hello readers.
Welcome to the final part of this story. The first of mine that is actually finished from beginning to end.
I hope you have all enjoyed it.
Like the other parts this story takes its cues from hentai a lot and has the same disregard for biology.
Some of the things you can expect in this part of the story include: Futanari, Anal, Bondage, Deepthroat, Inflation, Orgasm Denial and Body Modification.
I'd like to thank my editors for helping me make it to this part. Things would not be as polished as they are without you.
Everyone is over the age of 18 and completely fictional.
Feedback and comments are welcome as usual. Please tell me what you liked, disliked and what you think could be improved. Everything helps keep me going with my writing and making it better for you all.
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"Roxy here, Angel."
Three words, and Angela was filled with relief. She could admit that the other woman was no longer Rebecca, that her friend had been erased, even if she still wished it otherwise. But there was still something there. The simple presence of her nearby was a balm to her despair.
Roxy dipped her head and pressed her forehead against Angela's.
"No cry, Angel, Roxy here. Roxy make feel better."
Letting go of her chin, Roxy ran her hands down her neck and then back up into her hair. Delicate fingers, searching amongst Angela's soft brown hair for something.
A pair of soft clicks later, Roxy was pulling the mask from her face. The metal covering came free from her jaw, and Angela felt something close to pleasure when she could shut her mouth completely. A mix of saliva, cum, and milk still coated her lips and chin. Angela mewled softly and her cock tapped against her belly in response when Roxy began to lick it clean from her face.
Satisfied with her work, Roxy then pressed her lips to Angela's. A soft, tender kiss that she hadn't known the woman was capable of. Angela leant into it, trying to capture more of the other woman's mouth with her own. Such care and tenderness after the day she had endured was addicting. It made her feel like a person again.
Brick and Shorty ruined the moment. Their gruff voices interrupting their continued kissing.
"Roxy, what are you doing?" Brick asked in exasperation.
"Angel needed Roxy. Angel Roxy's cow. Roxy help," she responded.
"Angel isn't a cow, Roxy, she's going to be a bull like you," Shorty told her.
"No, Angel is Roxy's cow," she replied stubbornly, turning an angry eye on Shorty and even stamping her foot.
Shorty held his hands up in surrender, "Ok, she's yours, not worth fighting about."
Brick however was watching them as he leant on the fence. His eyes flicking back and forth between them as if assessing something. Noticing the way Roxy still held her, with no intention of relinquishing her claim.
"Ok then, Roxy," he said finally.
"If Angel is yours then you have to take care of her. Help her become a good cow. Help with her punishment tomorrow. She didn't make her quota. You understand?"
Roxy nodded vigorously.
"Angel, Roxy's cow."
"Then get her washed up. She can stay in your stall tonight. Make sure you use her collar. She might still try to run," he instructed sternly.
Angela watched it all with bated breath. Roxy was fighting for her? To take care of her?
It made her heart flutter and her body flush. She was owned-owned by Roxy and that excited her far more than it should have. Another modification to her mind and body? Or was this submissiveness really her? Something finally freed by what she had endured?
Roxy turned completely and bowed her head to the men.
"Yes, Master; thank you, Master. Roxy take good care of Angel."
"Heh, I bet you will," Shorty snorted, and Angela blushed again. She had to bite her cheek so as not to moan out loud. The thought of Roxy inside her again had her insides clenching and her cock vibrating.
"We will come and get you both in the morning," Brick continued to instruct. "If you aren't ready for us there will be trouble. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Master," Roxy said with another bow of her head.
"Take her and go," he said finally and he walked away.
Shorty followed him a moment later, after another lecherous grin at them both.
Roxy and Angela watched them leave. The tall redhead, putting her hand back on Angela's head as if to make sure she hadn't managed to disappear while she wasn't looking.
When they couldn't even hear the thud of their boots on the metal grating, Roxy turned back around and smiled brilliantly at Angela in excitement.
"Angel all Roxy's now!"
Angela swallowed nervously. Directly in front of her was Roxy's cock. Hard and thick, its tip had a coating of precum that she was fighting the urge to try and lick. Roxy saw her eyeing it and backed away reluctantly.
"No time for that, Angel. Later."
"Master said wash. Then stall. Then Later," Roxy said, emphasising the final word in a way that made Angela squirm.
She was going to get fucked. Roxy was going to be inside her again. Her body and mind shouldn't have wanted it. Not after what she had endured today. It had been enough orgasms and cum for a lifetime. But that didn't stop her cock from tapping her belly again in excitement or her pussy from moistening at the thought.
She didn't get to dwell on it, though. Roxy moved with haste after that. Moving to the stocks that held Angela in place, she pulled at something out of Angela's sight, and she could hear metal scraping on wood before a metal pin was dropped to the ground beside her. First one, then another when Roxy moved to the other side. Then with a grunt of strain, Roxy lifted the wood from above her neck and Angela was free.
Thoughts of bolting for freedom didn't even arrive properly before they were dismissed. It was a struggle to stand, her belly full of cum throwing out her balance. Her back and legs crying out in protest as Roxy helped her straighten and massaged her wrists.
"Poor Angel," she cooed sympathetically, "first day in stocks is always hard."
Apparently satisfied that Angela wasn't going to run away from her anytime soon, Roxy left her side to fetch something from the stall wall. It was a leash, Angela realised as the other woman quickly returned. Reaching out, Roxy lifted her chin and deftly clicked it onto her collar next to the cowbell that hung there.
"Be a good cow; Angel won't need this soon," she said, "now come."
With a tug of the leash, Roxy urged Angela forward on unsteady feet. She kept the pace slow, allowing Angela to dodder along as her bloated, cumfilled body readjusted to being upright and on her feet properly again. But if she dropped too far behind, Roxy was quick to give her leash a tug and remind her that she had somewhere to be.
