The two-pronged attack left Betty screaming, arching her back again and again. She couldn’t handle it, both the vibrator and the anal violation. It was too much. Her body did only what it could: orgasm. She came again and again, but as before, I didn’t give her any time to rest or even ease up. I continued fucking her, every full insertion causing another climax. It became too many to count, they felt so good but she wished desperately for them to stop. The cruel euphoria didn’t finish until I did, finally coming to halt and flooding Betty’s asshole with hot semen. I pulled out of her, leaving a white thread connecting my flaccid member to her bruised starfish.
It was done, I had beaten her and then some. Now it was time to patch things up. I unfasted her legs, slowly lowering them and then giving them deep massages to return regular blood-flow and ease the stiffness of the muscles. I then freed her wrists, but since she didn’t seem to have the strength, I removed her gag and the bandana over her eyes for her.
“Are you ok?” I asked, my hand on her cheek.
“Master, kiss me,” she whimpered.
I lied down beside her and let our lips meet. She sent her tongue deep into my mouth and I did the same. For someone drained of stamina, she kissed me voraciously. I couldn’t help myself, my hand slid south, down her milk-soaked belly and between her legs. She spread them to welcome me and I went to work with my fingers. The harder I fingered her, the more aggressive her kiss became. She even reached down and started stroking my member.
“I’m thirsty,” I said.
I broke our kiss, but Betty lost none of her spirit, for my lips immediately found her nipple. Her milk flowed effortlessly, dangerously delicious and quenching my thirst after all the work I had put in. Betty moaned, not just from my mouth on her breast, but my fingers inside her. I decided to tease her, further assert my dominance. I pulled my hand from her pussy and used it to grab her other breast and push it towards her face. She knew what I wanted her to do, and though she hesitated for a moment, she gave in and began sucking on her own nipple. I moved my hand back between her legs but she held her breast still, drinking from her own tap. With two mouths on her areolas and my fingers inside her, she had one final orgasm, and as a result, her feminine arousal sprayed my hand and her milk rushed down my throat with enough force to almost choke me. Once she had settled down and I had my fill, I sat up, and she immediately went to work, rolling my dick around in her mouth and licking it clean of semen and the taste of her anus.
Momo, Sonja, Chloe, and Leah, I loved them with all my heart, but the best sex was always with Betty. They were my pets and lovers, but she was an eager sex slave.
She was getting all worked up again. Once she had cleaned me off, she started making love to the head, aiming for the most sensitive nerve endings while working the shaft with her hand. It took some time but she didn’t give up, not releasing my cock until I ejaculated into her mouth. She even showed it to me, the white pool behind her teeth, proud of her skills in pleasuring her Master.
I looked at the clock. “Dr. Lawrence is due to be here in an hour. Let’s go at it again in the shower.”
I had initially considered asking the doctor to come to my house, but instead I gave him Elise’s address. Her home was large enough for him to meet everyone. He was flying from New York on a government plane, but even with that convenience, the fact that he was in charge of the New York investigation meant that it had taken some time for him to actually travel. Lorraine and I were sitting on the front porch, nervous as could be. For all we knew, a convoy of CDC vehicles and black SUVs with tinted windows could show up any second and we could all be hauled away, never to be seen again.
“So, I take it that you broke Betty?” Lorraine asked to break the silence.
“How could you tell?”
“The fact that when you came downstairs, she looked at you like she was madly in love and would happily become your footrest if you told her.”
“Let’s just say that she now calls me Master, but not quite in the same way that the other girls do. Your advice came in really handy.”
“Happy to help. Just let me watch next time.”
“Deal.”
On cue, a powder-blue rental car pulled up the driveway. Lorraine and I both got up as it pulled to a stop next to my car and a man got out. He was portly, with a large gut and a thinning hairline, but he looked friendly. He had his CDC credentials hanging from his neck and carried a medical bag filled with basic equipment.
“Ah, you must be the two miracle makers,” he said as we greeted him.
“Thanks for coming out here. I know it was probably a real pain,” I said.
“Well, if even half the things you told me are true, then this was well worth it. So, do you think you could introduce me to everyone?”
“Sure, come on in,” said Lorraine.
We brought him inside, where everyone was waiting in the dining room. Elise, Betty, the girls, and the pillar men were all anxious, knowing how important this meeting was. Dr. Lawrence was likewise surprised to see them. There was no question that he had spent a lot of time around the transformed zoo animals, so he knew what to expect, but everyone here was different. They all looked perfectly natural, dressed up like normal people, lacking the confusion he had seen in the others.
“Hello, I’m Dr. Jerry Lawrence from the CDC. I can’t tell you how amazing it is to meet you all.”
Elise got up from her seat and moved towards him, her chair close enough that she could reach him just by stretching her tail, rather than actually slithering. Her upper body almost resembled an old party balloon, floating along and dragging its string along the floor. She extended her hand to him.
“Hi, I’m Elise Baxter, Lorraine’s sister. Welcome to my home.”
He shook her hand but didn’t even try to make eye contact, his eyes glued to her tail. He didn’t mean to be rude, he just couldn’t believe what he was looking at. Before him stood the living embodiment of biology being turned on its head. A small part of him, the mad scientist that dwelled in every doctor, wanted to dissect and thoroughly examine every part of her body, down to her DNA.
“My God, so it is true,” he said.
“Yep, welcome to the freak show. I hope you’re enjoying your legs to their fullest.”
“This is the main reason why we decided to reveal ourselves. If we really are affecting humans now, then we need help, and my sister needs a cure,” Lorraine said.
“We don’t know if Lorraine and I caused this or if this was something else,” I said. “Initially, I thought she had transformed simply because she was near us both at the same time, but I’ve been thinking maybe it was an ability she has. Lorraine and I affect others, maybe Elise can affect herself. Who knows? We’re flying blind here.”
“I’ll be honest, looking Ms. Baxter here, I can’t even begin to imagine a cure being attainable. This is freaking magic, it’s otherworldly.”
“Either way, we need help.”
“Well that’s what I’m here for. First, I’d like to ask each of you some questions, try to find out as much as I can. I’d also like to perform some tests and examinations if you’ll let me.”
“Whatever you need.”
“Perfect. Since this all started with you, I’d like to talk to you first.”
“Feel free to use the living room.” Elise turned to everyone else. “And while he’s talking, I know plenty of cows that need some care.”
The girls all groaned in anguish but obediently followed Betty outside, along with the pillar men. Dr. Lawrence and I moved to the living room. He pulled out a pad of paper and a voice recorder, first stating our names and the date for the record.
“So, I’d like you to start from the beginning.”
“Well it first occurred in July with my cat, Momo. I woke up one morning to find her lying on top of me, having turned into a human.”
“Before then, how long had you had Momo?”
“Two years, I think. We had been living in my former home.”
“Before she transformed, did any unusual occurrences happen? Changes in health, environment, diet?”
“No, nothing. Until that point, my life was completely normal. Believe me, I’ve lived a very dull life. That was the first truly weird thing to ever happen to me.”
“So, animals have never behaved strangely around you or anything like that?”
“No, nothing.”
“What was Momo’s behavior upon… transforming?”
“She acted exactly as you might expect a cat would. Her first words were “feed me”. She had gained the ability to talk and she spoke like a normal person. Well, her intelligence and personality are very child-like, but that’s because she’s still a cat at heart.”
“How do you mean?”
“You’ll discover this when you talk to her, but she speaks in third person. Her whole life revolves around napping, eating, and cuddling.”
“Cuddling?”
“She’s very affectionate.”
Lawrence took a deep breath. “I know this is a very complicated question, but I have to ask this: have you been physically intimate with Momo and the others?”
I knew that this was eventually going to come up, but it still left me with my stomach in knots.
“We do have a loving relationship. I have had sexual intercourse with the girls and do so almost nightly, though I never forced anything onto them.”
Lawrence sighed and rubbed his forehead. “I really wish you had said no. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not judging. It’s just that you’ve kind of contaminated the psychological and anthropological study of these creatures.”
“Believe me, I know. I did all that I could to resist temptation. I was worried that I would be taking advantage of her, that it was immoral, and that the nature of our relationship would be inevitably discovered. Momo was the one who initiated it.”
“She was? Are you saying she understood such a relationship?”
“Yes and no. When she transformed, some animal instincts were lost. One of them was the instinct for reproduction. She had no knowledge of any kind about sex. All her knowledge came from discovering ways of making herself feel good, you know, playing with herself.”
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