Filthy Secret

PENELOPE

I have no way of telling how much time has passed. Without clocks or windows, it could be days, weeks, or even months. Every day is the same. Master Nick has me pee on the paper, takes my temperature,

then hooks me up to those damn cups.

This morning, however, my breasts feel sore, heavy, achy almost. Groaning, I cup myself, relief washing over me as lifting them gives me a respite from the discomfort. As if on cue, Master Nick walks in with Master Peter behind him.

Master Peter hasn’t seen me in such a long time, and though my time with Master Nick is enjoyable, there’s something delicious about the way these two share me that has me buzzing with need.

“Ahhh. There’s my pretty Penelope,” Master Peter growls. “I see I’ve come at just the right time. Up on the bench.”

I glance between him and Master Nick, my lower lip wobbling for a moment. This isn’t our normal routine. What happened to the bathroom break and the temperature checks?

It’s mortifying as fuck, but after all that’s done and I’m hooked up to the cups, I get the most immense pleasure of my life. It’s mostly from Master Nick, but that doesn’t make it any less enjoyable. Have I done something wrong? Upset them somehow?

I’ve always done my best to do what they ask with little hesitation. The first few days were rough, and my ass still twinges at the memory of the punishment cane.

“It’s okay, little Penny,” Master Nick reassures me. His lips tip up into an almost friendly grin. “There’s a slight change in today’s plans, but it’s a wonderful change. I promise.”

My heart climbs down out of my throat as I peel the blankets away from my naked body. Trembling, I make my way to the bench and lie face down, as I always do.

“Not today, Penelope.” Master Peter puts his hand on my shoulder, tugging slightly to get me to go back up. “Today, you’re going to sit upright and straddle the bench.”

He fiddles with a few knobs and the area that usually holds my breasts rises, cupping them, as if to offer them up to my Masters.

“Beautiful,” Master Peter murmurs, sliding the tip of his finger along the swollen peak of my nipple. “I think you’re right, Nick. I think she’s ready for me.”

Bending down, he sits on a stool in front of me and leans forward, taking the nipple into his mouth. With his hand, he presses down on the top of my breast as he sucks hard.

The sensation is far different from the cups they force on me. Though the feeling is still that intense borderline of pain and pleasure, the heat of his mouth and hand soothes me, morphing it into more pleasure than pain.

It takes a few moments, but soon, the horrible pressure I felt this morning dissipates – about the same time Master Peter starts to moan. I groan right along with him as relief and pleasure swirl through me.

“Nick. You got to taste this. She’s even sweeter than I expected.”

Master Nick comes to the other side, pulling up his own stool. He too leans forward and mimics Master Peter by pressing down with his hand as he sucks on my other nipple.

I toss my head back, a moan tearing through me. It’s as if their lips have a direct line from my nipples to my clit. The maddening bundle of nerves pulses with every tug of their mouths, with every flick of their tongue.

They have both made it abundantly clear that I’m not allowed to touch myself, but they said nothing about grinding on the furniture. I rock my hips back and forth, rubbing myself against the leather. Arousal eases my gliding, and soon, I’m humping the bench in wild abandon.

Before I can climax, they pull away and wipe their lips, each sporting a wide grin. “Seems our little cow likes us drinking from her,” Master Peter chuckles.

Master Nick shakes his head and stands, extending his hand to me. “That will have to wait until your next milking. In the meantime, let’s get you back on track with your routine.”

For the first time, I happily follow Master Nick to the bathroom area of the room. The sooner this gets done, the sooner they will get me off. I don’t care how they do it. Hell, they could fuck me with the end of the crop if they wanted to.

My nipples are still sore, but don’t feel nearly as abused as when they use the cups on me. Hopefully, this means they’ll be the ones milking me from now on, but I know that’s not a guarantee. After the bathroom and fertility check, I start to head back to the bench, excited about our session.

Master Nick motions for Master Peter to come over to him, and they huddle close, staring down at the strip of paper. Soft whispers fill the room, but I can’t make out anything they’re saying. They both smile and gesture towards the strip, so it can’t all be bad.

With a final nod, Master Peter walks over to me and slides his hand about my waist, pulling me close. “You insatiable minx. Though I applaud the enthusiasm in which you take my cock, today is going to be the start of an entirely new routine.”

“Hey Peter. Says here she’s fertile.” I glance back at Master Peter’s face and an odd, almost mischievous look quirks up his lips as he smiles down at me. My heart plummets at those words.

This is the second time I’ve been fertile, and I know it means I’ll be fucked as often as they can get it up. They’re both so determined to get a baby in me, and yet, I can’t help the elation that flows out when my period shows up.

“Come with me, Penelope,” Master Peter continues, wrapping the chain around his hand. “You get a new room today.”

My eyes widen as we walk towards the door, and though it’s irrational, there’s something almost terrifying about leaving the haven I’m used to. For the first bit, I couldn’t think of being anywhere else but that room.

Now that I face leaving, I want to fall on my hands and knees and beg them to let me stay. But I don’t. I know it’s no use. Begging never got me what I wanted, except maybe a cock down my throat.

“Hands and knees, pretty cow. Outside of your room, that’s all you are. You may not speak. If you have an issue, you can moo. Understand?” Master Peter stares down at me, his brows drawn together.

“M-moo?”

Both he and Master Nick throw their heads back, filling the room with their laughter. “We’re still inside, Penelope. You don’t have to moo for us in here.”

“I’m scared, Master Peter. I don’t want to leave this room.”

He shakes his head, the smile softening until it resembles that of a lover instead of a harsh taskmaster.

“Dear, sweet, Penelope. As long as you obey your Masters, no harm will ever come to you. I promise you’ll like your new room.”

Nodding, I sink down to the floor, holding myself like I think a cow would look.

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I look over my shoulder as Master Nick pushes off the wall and heads over to the rack of implements. Pausing for a moment, he runs his hands along the various tailed butt plugs, stopping when he gets to the one he wants.

Great.

Fucking great.

With a wide smile, he walks back over and skims his hands along my upturned ass, pausing now and then to knead the muscles.

“Take a deep breath, Penny. Good girl, now exhale.” As I breathe out, he eases the plug in. It’s far larger than the others they’ve used on me.

Digging my fingers into the carpet, I grit my teeth and force myself to inhale. To his credit, Master Nick doesn’t shove it in. He takes his time with it – easing it in, pulling it out, then easing it in further.

After an eternity, it’s seated. The pressure is intense. Groaning, I bury my head in between my hands and rock my hips back and forth in an attempt to lessen the pinch and stretch in my ass.

With each movement, the tail swishes against me, barely brushing against my clit, but it’s there. I feel it. I groan again, but this time for a far different reason.

“Come on, pretty cow,” Master Peter commands. “The sooner we get you settled into your new room, the sooner we can relieve that ache in between your thighs.”

The door opens, and I’m confronted by a cacophony of noises. I forgot how deafening the silence was until this moment. It’s too much. It’s all so overwhelming. I yank back from Master Peter, not on purpose, but on pure survival instinct.

Instead of letting me retreat, he winds the chain tighter in his grasp and yanks, pulling me forward. A startled yell stills in my throat as other people glance inside. I’m only allowed to moo. Just because I’m in the room doesn’t mean I’m safe.

Frantic, I look up at Master Peter, then back at Master Nick. The mooing sounds spill from my lips as hysteria claws at my insides. I want so desperately to scream, to plead with them, but more and more people gather at the door, watching me, their eyes roaming over my body as if they too own me.

Master Peter leans down, his stern eyes softening as they meet mine. “Penelope Evans. I need you to stop right now and breathe with me.”

Master Nick kneels to my side, his hand sliding under to rest on my heart. “You’re okay, pretty Penny,” he coos into my ear. “You belong to us. No one outside of this door matters. We are your Masters.”

“I know you’re scared, Penelope,” Master Peter chimes in. “But you need to calm down. I will not carry a fainted cow through these halls.”

The image alone brings a snorted giggle to my lips, and I sigh as the tension leaches out of all of us.

“That’s my good girl, Penelope. Nick will be beside you the whole time, and I will be in front of you. If you get scared, just moo. It’s okay. You will not get punished for that.”

Nodding, I strengthen my resolve, staring at the floor as we exit. Bright lights flood my vision, and I groan as I screw my eyes shut. Breathing deep, I go where the chain tugs, trusting Master Peter to not let me hurt myself.

Murmurs and whispers assault my ears, but most of the chatter seems positive. No one is judging me for being in this position. No one thinks less of me. In fact, most of what I can hear is praise and adoration, something not even my dad gave me unless we were in front of other people.

A blossom of pride blooms in my heart, and I hold my head high, shaking my hips to swish my tail about. Master Nick chuckles behind me and pats the side of my ass as we continue down the hall.

“Oh, my! What a delightful looking cow. And look at how swollen her teats are. ”

I angle my head up to smile at the newcomer, showing off my breasts that are already starting to fill that heavy pressure. Now that I know it’s milk, it’s not nearly as agonizing. In fact, the more the pressure builds, the more my clit pulses.

Hopefully, Master Peter and Master Nick will get me off soon. I don’t think I can stand it. I pause, rubbing my thighs together, and that moment is all the time it takes for the stranger to lean down and grab my breast, squeezing painfully tight.

Fear and pain collide, and in that moment, I can’t even think or moo. I scream out, calling for both Master Nick and Master Peter. The fingers are relentless, digging into me. The pressure is painful. Nothing like what it felt to be groped by my owners.

“Nick. Get her out of here. Now!”

Violence laces Master Peter’s voice as the fingers are ripped away from me. My body shakes as uncontrollable sobs run through me. I’m barely aware of the powerful hands lifting me up, or the soft, soothing murmurs as Master Nick holds me to his chest.

I fucked up.

They gave me one job, and that was to not speak.

Despair spirals through my gut as Master Nick pushes past the crowd of people gathering around Master Peter and the stranger. Angry shouts and the pounding smack of flesh on flesh follow after us until there’s nothing left to hear but the buzzing in my brain.

Tears still fall down my cheeks, soaking Master Nick’s shirt, but he doesn’t seem to care. I want to apologize. I want so desperately to say I’m sorry, but out here, all I can do is moo. Burying my face in the damp shirt, I moo in earnest, hoping to convey what I lack in words.

“Shh. Settle Penny. Oh, my sweet Penny. My good girl. Settle for me.” He opens another door and shuttles me in. Despite that, I remain silent. Maybe if I don’t talk, they’ll take it as punishment served?

Master Nick sets me down on a soft, plush bed, with covers far more sumptuous than what I had in the other room, and I glide my fingers over the rich textures, amazed at the vast difference. Lifting my head, I notice windows that show the outside.

There’s not much to see since it’s nighttime, but the moon shines brightly above, bringing more tears to my eyes. This time, my tears are in awe of the beauty of the night, a beauty I took for granted.

I turn, wanting to tell Master Nick just how grateful I am when the door slams open. Master Peter storms in, his eyes blazing with anger. Blood drips from his hands and is splattered across his shirt. Fear once more begs me to move, to flee from his ire.

But I can’t.