Filthy Secret

PENELOPE

The blindfold is still on when my feet touch the ground. Vaguely, I have the small memory that I should be concerned about my dad, but it’s quickly brushed to the side as hands rub all over me, toweling me down with warm, damp fabrics. I had no idea what losing my virginity would feel like, but I never pictured that.

Hell, even the few times I managed to get myself off, it’s been nowhere near that good. They don’t take off my blindfold, and truth be told, I’m grateful I can’t see the people we’re walking past. It’s bad enough I can hear soft whispers around me. I don’t need to see judging faces as well.

The cold floor soon switches back to carpet, and I’m pretty sure I’m back in the hallway I ran down. How stupid was I to run? Now, after the amazing scene that just took place, I’m going to have to endure a punishment. How was I supposed to know it was going to feel that great? Wouldn’t any sane, rational woman run?

We trudge on forever, much longer than it took me to get to the room I was just fucked in. Where the hell are they taking me? I freeze as fear finally slams into me. I was right. Now that I’m no longer a virgin, they’re going to do away with me.

“Now, now, little Penny, be a good girl and don’t fight Peter and I. You’re already in trouble for running, and I’d hate to add to your punishment.” Nick’s voice is soft, and should be reassuring, but it’s not.

I know he’s talking about making things worse, implying they’re not as bad as they could be, but some things are still horrific even before they get to worse. A door opens, the creak as ominous as in those horror movies. I can’t help the shiver of fear that wracks my body.

“Now then, take a look at your new room.”

He removes the blindfold, and I’m grateful for the dim lighting. It’s a lot fuller than the room they had me in initially, but that doesn’t help the pounding of my heart. Alongside one wall are many implements, just waiting to be used. Some I recognize from the little research I did into BDSM, but most I have no clue about.

Off to the other side is a plush bed, far nicer than the other one. If this is supposed to be a punishment, then why is it more comfortable? Perhaps the answer is in the odd contraption in the center of the room. Though the bench is padded, metal gleams from various points. Hoses and cups line the front, and my stomach flops about.

“I’ll leave you two to it,” Peter says, letting go of my arm. “But don’t worry, little Penelope, once that milk flows in, you’ll be seeing a lot more of me.” With a nod, he leaves the room, and I look up at Nick, trepidation making my body tremble.

“I’m sorry. I -.”

“That’s enough, Penny. I understand why you ran, but you still directly disobeyed me. Lie down here on the bench, and Master Eric will get you prepared.”

Without another word, I slip over to the padded leather and lay down face up. Nick walks over and pulls out some stirrups, very similar to those in the examination room from earlier. We’re both silent as he walks over to a nearby sink and pulls out a baster.

I know they talked about me being pregnant, but somehow, I figured it would be the natural way and not through artificial insemination. I’m not sure why, but the thought of not being pregnant through sex with either of them makes my heart break just a little.

It’s stupid. I don’t want to be pregnant. Why should I care who the father is? I watch, fascinated, as he fills the baster up with water instead of cum. Turning, he catches my gaze and winks. Still saying nothing, he grabs a metal bowl and makes his way back to me.

“This shouldn’t be too hot, but let me know if it’s unbearable.” Bending down, he slides the tip in, and God help me, I moan. It’s not that the baster feels good, it’s the fact that I’m no longer empty.

Nick chuckles as he presses down and squirts water deep inside me. It doesn’t hurt, but the sensations are very uncomfortable. He pulls out the baster and lets the water drip down into the bowl before squirting more in me.

“Ahh, getting our little cow cleaned up for me?” Eric makes his way towards me and stands over, smiling down. “You look so flushed, so different. If I knew taking your virginity would do such good things to you, I would have bid on you myself.”

He pulls back away and stands in between my thighs as Nick goes to the wall containing the implements. Eric slides a gloved finger deep inside and probes around my cervix, drawing out a pained gasp.

“She’s not ovulating yet. I’ll still have you take the tests daily to see when she is, but her cervix isn’t low enough. I’d say about a week though? Once she’s fertile, your seed shouldn’t have any trouble taking hold.”

Pulling out, he snaps his gloves off and walks over to the wall so he and Nick can have a private conversation. I guess it’s a good thing. If they’re planning to knock me up, then they can’t possibly be planning to kill me. Once they’re done talking, Eric gives a small salute and walks out of the room, leaving Nick and me alone.

“I know your brain is going a mile a minute, wondering what your punishment could be.” With deft fingers, he loosens some nobs, and the stirrups wobble under my feet.

Grabbing my calves, he lowers my legs and pushes in the stirrups. He then extends his hand and helps pull me up into a seated position. His eyes gleam as he pulls out a wide band with a long chain attached.

“Since I can’t trust you not to run again, you’ll be chained inside this room. Any time Peter or I decide to let you out, you will be forced to crawl on all fours like the little cow you are. Be grateful that I don’t force you into

the mindset of the animal, because that crossed my mind.”

I shudder, my stomach churning at the thought of being made into an actual cow against my will.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“Good thing I like to have actual conversations and a form of relationship with the soon-to-be mother of our child. Instead of allowing you to bring in your milk naturally, we’re going to speed up the processes.”

Reaching into his back pocket, he pulls out a syringe. A scream lodges in my throat as he pulls off the cap and holds the point up to the light. He taps against the plastic, getting all the air to the top, and my vision swims as he pushes the plunger, forcing out the bubbles along with whatever else is in there.

A dull pounding ricochets around in my brain, much like the first time I woke up in this godforsaken place. The ironic deja vu is not lost on me. Looking around the room, I find that I’m tucked into bed and no longer on the bench. My arm aches a bit, but other than that, there are no other physical issues that I can tell.

My bladder protests as I move about, so I fling off the covers, pausing when I hear the clicking sound of the chains. I had forgotten all about that. The metal band isn’t too uncomfortable. I can still move my head and neck around, so that’s a good thing, at least.

Crawling out of bed, I scan the room for a door, but freeze when I only see the one. Where’s the bathroom? Light floods the room, blinding me as the door opens. I scream, racing back to my bed to throw the covers over me. It’s childish, but it’s the only thing that makes sense in my head right now.

Soon, firm hands rip the covers away, and I peer up into Nick’s smirking face. “Hiding from me already?”

“S-sorry. You scared me.”

“I gathered as much. Ready to start your day?”

I look around again and notice that there aren’t any clocks or windows. Nothing for me to tell the time or orient myself. The walls start to close in as hysteria churns in my gut. Bile rises up my throat and threatens to choke me.

“I can’t stay here,” I whisper, my voice thready and raspy. I don’t even sound like me anymore.

“Poor, Penny. I know it’s not the prettiest room, but this is just temporary. Obey me, become my pretty little cow and slut, and I’ll consider giving you a different place to stay. Now then, why were you out of bed if you weren’t ready to start the day?”

“I needed to pee.” As humiliating as the revelation is, the need to go is just getting worse. “I was trying to find a bathroom, but then you came in.”

Taking me by the hand, he leads me over to the sink and points at a bucket next to it. “The last time you asked to go to the bathroom, you ran away. I’m sure as hell not taking that chance again.”

“Wait. In front of you?”

“You think I’m scared of a little piss? Here, let me help you.” He pulls me over and sets me down. The lip of the bucket digs into my ass, adding discomfort to the massive humiliation. “Wait. Don’t go just yet.” He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a glove and a strip of paper. After he’s covered his hand, he reaches between my thighs and sets the paper against my opening. “Ready when you are.”

I sit there, mortification flooding my brain, cutting off any instinct or desire to go. Whimpering, I stare at him, willing him to get the idea and just leave, letting me do my business. Instead, he reaches up and presses on my bladder, forcing me to evacuate myself.

Tears stream down my face as he holds his hand under me until I’m done. I thought death was bad, but this is far worse. With his free hand, he strokes my cheek until I’m done, then pulls back the hand with paper and walks over to the sink.

“Levels still don’t show you as fertile. Wipe up and wash your hands, then meet me at the bench.” Next to me is a roll of toilet paper, and I take a bit, and look away as I wipe.

Next, I wash my hands, taking my time, hoping to prolong whatever hell he has planned for me next. Once I reach the bench, he pushes me face down, making me straddle the leather. My face and body rest on the cushions, but the cutouts let my breasts hang free.

Nick goes up to the front and grabs two of the tiny cups before switching on a machine. Once the cup gets close enough to my nipple, it latches on and starts to suck. Hard. He puts the other one on, and I’m unable to think past the discomfort of my breasts.

I’m only vaguely aware of Nick behind me until he spreads my cheeks wide. “Just relax, little Penny. I’m just going to take your temperature.” Burying my head into the leather, I sob as the pain, humiliation, and unwanted arousal burns through me. “Look at how wet you’re getting for me. Such a good little cow.”

With one hand, he holds the thermometer in place, with the other, he reaches under me to stroke my clit. The pleasure soon outweighs the pain. Unable to resist, I grind against him, moaning as he touches me in just the right way. I can’t get off like this. I just can’t.

Unfortunately, as always with this place, what I want and what I get are two separate things. Groaning, I come on his fingers as the devilish cups suck at me and the stupid thermometer beeps in my ass.