Chapter 10: Happy Cows
The sharp click of the leather cuffs releasing echoed like a gunshot in the quiet aftermath. For a moment, nothing happened. Abigail and Codi remained frozen in the fuck bench’s brutal architecture, their bodies slick and trembling, minds wiped clean by the relentless pounding.
Then, a switch flipped.
As Raven stepped back, her massive, softening cock glistening with a mixture of their fluids, Codi moved. It wasn't a hesitant, shy movement. It was a lunge. She twisted off the bench, collapsing onto the plush black carpet, but instead of curling away in shame, she crawled forward on her hands and knees. Her eyes, once full of nervous insecurity, were now wide with a desperate, single-minded focus.
She didn't look at Raven’s face. Her gaze was locked on the spent cock hanging between the futa’s thighs. She pressed her face against Raven’s thigh, nuzzling the skin, and let out a soft, whimpering sound.
“Please,” Codi whispered, her voice hoarse from gagging. “Please, let me clean it.”
Abigail, freed from the bench, stumbled down beside her. The same frantic energy possessed her. She saw Lilith wiping her length with a dark cloth, and a panicked look crossed her face, as if she were being denied a prize. She scrambled over, pushing her face past Lilith’s hand.
“Let me,” Abigail begged, her tongue darting out to lick a stray drop of pearly white from Lilith’s skin. “I’ll do it. I’ll be good.”
Raven and Lilith exchanged a look over their heads—a silent, triumphant communication. This was beyond mere submission. This was a fundamental rewiring.
“Look at them,” Lilith murmured, a wicked smile playing on her lips. “Totally broke them.”
Raven grabbed a handful of Codi’s hair, not roughly, but possessively. “Then do your job, cow. Clean your mommy’s cock.”
That was all the permission they needed. The two nerds fell upon their owners with a fervor that was both shocking and deeply satisfying. They used their tongues like little sponges, lapping up every trace of sweat, saliva, and cum from the heavy, fragrant shafts and tight balls. They nuzzled the skin, inhaling the musky, intimate scent of their own degradation. They smiled, genuine, blissful smiles, as they worked, their earlier moans replaced by soft, contented hums.
“Good girls,” Lilith cooed, stroking Abigail’s hair as the nerdy girl diligently licked her clean. “Such good, obedient heifers.”
Later, in the deep, silent hours of the night, the scene in Lilith’s bedroom was one of absolute conquest. The large bed was a swamp of sex. The black silk sheets were soaked through, stained dark with sweat and splattered with drying streaks of white. The air hung thick and sweet with the smell of spent passion.
Abigail and Codi lay on their backs, nestled between the futas. Their bodies were limp, exhausted, but their faces were serene. Their assholes, used and abused for hours, were puffy and dark, gaping open like tiny, slack mouths. From each, a slow, constant river of cum seeped out, pooling on the ruined sheets beneath them. It was a visceral testament to the thoroughness of their filling.
Raven was already asleep, one arm thrown possessively across Codi’s stomach. But Lilith was awake, propped on an elbow, watching the two nerds with a contemplative expression.
Codi stirred first. Her eyes fluttered open, and without a moment of hesitation or disorientation, she turned her head. She saw Lilith’s cock, soft and vulnerable in its rest. She shifted down the bed, moving with a purpose that had become instinctual. She gently took the flaccid weight into her mouth, not to suckle, but to clean, her tongue bathing it in slow, worshipful strokes.
The movement woke Abigail. She saw what Codi was doing and a look of pure, panicked envy crossed her face. She looked at Raven’s sleeping form, then carefully, so as not to wake her, she bent her head and began to do the same, her tongue lapping gently at the base.
Lilith watched them, these two broken-in things, tending to their owners with a devotion that was more animal than human. She ran a hand over Codi’s head, then Abigail’s.
“You finally get it, don’t you?” she whispered into the dark, humid room. “This is what you’re for.”
From around a mouthful of Lilith’s flesh, Codi let out a soft, happy, “Moo.”
Abigail, not to be outdone, echoed it against Raven’s skin, the sound vibrating through the quiet. “Moo.”
They cleaned their mommies’ cocks until they were spotless, until the only mess left was the one dripping slowly, endlessly, from their own well-used holes. And they did it all with big, genuine smiles on their faces.