![]() ![]() ![]() She might not understand why I'm doing this for her, but she's genuinely grateful. I give her so little pleasure now that she's tame. "Thank you daddy!" The Post replies, ecstatic. You have half an hour to cum as much as you can." "Have Mistress Bitchcraft flog you pussy. I let her stand up, and go to watch her leave. Go have one of the Whores get the Hole prepared." Instead, I gently stroke the side of her face, letting her know my rage has abated. I smile spreads across my lips, and I ease my hold on The Post's head. She'd heard the words, but after seeing something so horrific, you can't believe there's anything worse. I even told her if she ever disobeys, she'd receive worse. All she understands is that I'm a monster. I can't do that to Tracy, not at this point anyway. The positive reinforcement molded her into a soulless painslut. The side of her face crashes into the wooden arm rest, but she keeps whatever composure she can. With my arm draped back behind The Post's shoulders, I reach up and grab her jaw, violently pulling it towards me. How do you break a woman who's accepted she to anything done to her. I'm bound to lash out at something if I can't come up with a solution. My eyes follow her as she gets up, carrying the head in front of her, walking her awkward steps out the door. I sigh in contemplation while the maid wipes my shaft down with a damp cloth, cleaning me. The maid lifts the disembodied cows head from my flaccid dick and sets it aside. My eyes continue to look off into nothing as I reexamine my situation. "Wipe me off, then send that to the kennels." I answer, resting my chin in my hand. "Is there anything else, daddy?" The maid asks. With the job done, her mouth lowers the length of my shat, taking it all in. I grunt in disappointing release and a small spurt of cum shoots into the back of her throat. I don't know this for certain, of course. No matter how long, no matter what she is forced to do, she will never break. I'll bet she's steeling herself for whatever comes next.' I imagine her promising herself a silent war of wills. Her hope and will probably haven't eroded enough. 'The sacrificial cow was a good shock to her system. 'How to make Tracy the perfect slave?' I ponder. My orgasm is close, but I can already tell it will be hollow and unsatisfying. As I absently trace the scars across her chest and breasts, she keeps her hands behind her back, resting between her feet. She sits at my side, sitting on her knees with a back as straight as a cat. I stare off into the empty space of the wall opposite me, my arm draped around the shoulders of The Post. Today's schedule needs to be altered a bit. Tracy needed time to come to terms with her situation, let her surroundings sink in before the shock of the cow being raped to death. The cow should not have been slaughtered until the next day. She understands now that she must bow to my will, but it's hollow. I'm starting to believe that I've made a misstep with Tracy. Eyes staring up at me, unblinking, the pace of the blowjob quickens. Her mouth runs the length of my shaft, up and down. ![]()
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