Once she was done I stand up and pat the cow girls ass. "Good girl, you can leave now. This traine will need some personal work." I tell you as she bows politle and leaves but stops by you and smirks as she opens her mouth letting you see all of the masters cum that should've been yours swirling it around inside her mouth as she then closes it and makes a show of swallowing it before you as she walks out gracefully.

I sit behind my desk and look down at you. "There goes competation Cassie, if you wish to wipe her scent from me you will need to beat her, but as you are now, with that disrespectful attidude floating beneath your true slave self it will be quite impossible for you to ever wipe her scent from me." I tell you as this psycholgical make up on you was quite good or so I hope that Jealousy was a good motivation tool for you. "Hmmm, perhaps a few more months in that isolation that I first greeted you with will help you remeber how precious every one of you sense, every feeling, even pain, what do you think slave?" I ask and wait for your response.

How I want to soundly beat that cow as she swishes me masters spunk within her mouth. How I would love to wipe that grin from her face. Muscles tighten an flex preparing to pounce and rend her limp for limp. I silently snarl and give her me best killing glance, only me masters voice saves her…only….

Focus….words fall upon deaf ears. Focus….isolation….I can feel the depth of despair but pride gives me new resolve…pride an jealous hatred. He knows I have no choice….none at all. An I know I have no choice for it is his will in this place. Me body tingles for his touch, inwardly screams as the tingle runs anew down arms and legs. Pride….too long away from the collar I reckon. For a slave should not feel such…but I do.
Silently I stand and turn, making sure the movement is down with grace and sensuality. Make him want you…let him see what he shall miss even as your body screams in protest. Walk….a soft sway of hips, round and ready to be grasped in acts of debauchery. Stretch upwards and slowly spin before your master…entice him…before once more turning your back an stepping to the door. I feel the stare of him upon me body…the body he shall consign to isolation….let him weep as well.

“as me master wills” I am strong…..I am an Agent, the best of the best….no matter that I desire to be his.

Ha, she has the stride, the walk, the look of being a slave able to hold onto her pride and though most would have crushed it, stomped it out, I wanted that pride still inside her, however I would turn her pride into how good she is at pleaseing me, to have such a great master and the like, but it would also make her training more diffcult as I went back to my work. All the better, that way it wouldn't be so boring. I think to myself.

Cassie found herself in a familar postion, bound and blindfolded this time with the cloth that I invited as I had tested it upon you, having you became my newest test subject as the cloth is put through it's paces and the results registered as pain, pleasure, the hazy line between the two and everything else as you are once again kept from climaxing during the entire event. Compartivly though the time in this place was short compared to last as a week passes by and you feel your blindfold removed, but instead of me there you see the cow. "Well hello there sister, I was just checking in an on you as our master asked of me." SHe told you with a smirk.

I keep my spine stiff as the door opens before me an the guards fall bout me like some sort of macabre dance. With me skin crawling I step from his immediate presence and feel the difference in the air. Every last fiber of me being want to turn an run back to his presence…to prostrate me self before him as I would the lord my god and beg for his forgiveness. Me eyes grow wet..me step falters but still I move forwards.

The guards taunt me as they walk. ‘the slave that thinks she is a princess’ an far more rude things. I despise them in me helplessness. An then like from on high I feel the warm presence and know me sin. The sin of pride….of arrogance an know me lords own hand guides the punishment for did he not say to render unto Caesar what is Caesar’s? Even slaves must obey their masters an with every step I can feel me masters own hand. He who hath clothed me in his garments and set his collar bout me neck.

Once more I am plunged into darkness….but this time I am allowed to retain his cloth. A cloth that torments me every moment, provides the most exquisite of caresses that leave me body breathless in one moment an the next burns me to me soul in punishment. It is as if programmed to never allow me to cross the fine edge of ultimate pleasure or pain. Instead it teases me. Brings me close to the edge and then backs off. Either pain or pleasure…so intense…but never enough..never enough.

I quiver in discomfort as light hands pull the blindfold from me eyes and the bright lights force me to blink. I smell him….but the hands are not right…and then….as me eyes focus I see her. Smell her an me masters scent mingled upon her skin. Me gaze sharpens an me mouth curls as I know her to be me nemesis for me masters affections. Ohhhhhh……the chain snaps as me body tenses to spring upon this one that dares to mingle me masters scent.

So smug in her words an deeds. The smirk upon her face….oh how the agent in me wants to wipe it off her lips. But already the chains that bind me are tight an I have no room to move.
“I see then that you have not been able to fully satisfy our masters tastes….if it was you in me position he would not be now asking ‘bout you….no, he would me dreaming in me arms, an you would be rotting here in these chains…..”

If only she could not tell how turned on the very thought of him made me. Could not see the way me belly tightened an me nipples flared in desire. I would wipe his scent from her soon enough….soon enough….

You see the cow turn her lips to a sneer for a second at your words before she regains that smile and almost regal look on her face as she leaned down. "Now, now be carefully little slave, I was sent here to see if you were ready so be nice and besides, there's no way our master will ever abadon me for a human like you, no matter how beautiful or skilled. I am supeior to you little Cassie, little sister." She tells you as she leans forward presenting her breasts to your face. "Since I am the life of our master something you can never be." She tells you.

“Don’t you mean to say the life of the party….” I snarled at her…horns an all. What a freak. Even she seemed to want me as she pressed her breasts to me face. Almost I bit her, the scent of me master strong upon her skin as if she had rubbed his seed like lotion across each swollen udder.

“I will not be seduced by you ever” not willing to add the bit ‘bout me masters will. I swallowed hard. Oh how I wanted to lick the essence of him from her. To leave her clean of his touch. Only through shear force of will did I keep me tongue from her. For if I had she would not have understood and would have thought me weak. I might do anything to please me master….oh how I wanted his touch, but I would not be weak for any slave.

Pride….still foolish pride. But it wuz mine.

SHe smirks at you. "That's too bad, since you'll never be as important to our master as me, you'll always be second in the grand scheme. My name is Betsy and I am an aritifical being created by our master. He created me with the purpose of producing through a series of chemical mixtures in my body that formulate into my milk." SHe says as she squeeze her breasts again as if showing you them.

"That by doing so will produce a cure for his disesase, the first construct failed him in both loyalty and in only slowing it's progression. Now he has me, so you see you should learn to bow to your superiour. How could you possible compete with me, the one who heals our master." She tells you with that sneer back as she talks to you as if talking to a little child.

"Come now. I'm sure the master will enjoy having us both, stop being so damn stubborn, so prideful after all if you don't agree, then I'll just go back and tell him your not ready yet." SHe tells you, so full of confidince, bravodo... very suspcious. She was acting suspcious...

Perhaps the shock shows on me face, for what she says sounds so absurd. The organic matter to save him produced within me nemesis utters. I hated her condescending tone…the way she looked down at me but she was right. The master in order to survive would need her, and that would make her more important to him than the slave that gave him pleasure.

There was lil time to think as the cloth whispered its song ‘gainst me skin. Me body tingled now with both his scent and false touch upon it. I doubted I had slept much an so doubted me own ability to understand fully what she said.

“I reckon he ….” I stopped….a flare of anger in me pleasure ridden body. It would be so like him I thought….so like him to create this creature and make the catalyst her orgasm…or make it so his seed was part of the ingredient. Had I not down a similar thing to Kouzakia when I poisoned him? Did it matter….did I as a mere slave have the choice to keep others from me masters bed?

I longed for him….longed with all me heart. Like a junkie I craved his presence, needed his touch…wanted to taste his seed. Only then might I feel completely satiated for the moment. Sagging in the chains I felt me defeated body go limp an hung me head within the valley of her chest.

“please, let me come” perhaps a Freudian slip…the double engender.

She smirks at you, good, good she thought. I have nothing to fear from this one apparently as she patted your head like approving of a some pet when it did something good as she then turned around. "Hold on for a little longer my dear. I'll tell the master your ready. That you've learned your place." She tells you with a haughty smirk on her face as she leaves you.

Soon after that you are once again escorted out again as you come to my lab as the words mad scientist could come to mind from the looks of his lab as there were devices, expermation on aliens and humans alike in the lab as I work on a device before me as your brought in. "Hmmm, leave us." I tell the guards as they leave immediatly I then turn to you and see your form begging, quivering with my false touch as I then walk over and move my hand over your chin. "So have you had enough of this cloth, do you want to feel this hand and me against your flesh for real, have you come to appreciate everything that your master give's you again?" I ask.

Her voice drips with undisguised insolence an pride. How I want to show her her place, but if what she has said is true then I must not for me master’s sake. No longer do his hands look like deaths own. His skins pallor is no longer the grey of death. A rush of warmth fills me to know that soon the revitalized flesh of me master will touch mine.

With the opening of the doors before me the antiseptic smell of a lab once more greets me nostrils an makes me want to sneeze. A few more steps…such a small distance an me heart flutters at the sight before me. Quickly I lower me eyes an head. Still like an over eager adolescent I try to watch him…to see the sight that fills me with longing. It is as if even his shadows touch sends a shiver of longing across me body. Sniffing the air I seek out his scent beyond the myriad of smells the lab casts off. There beneath the powerful bleach I get a whiff, me own body suddenly feeling dirty an unready for his touch.

His voice fills me ears above the soft background of bubbling beakers an burning gas. Licking me lips in longing I wait an am rewarded by his hand upon me chin. That mere touch sends electricity coursing through me body an I tremble with it. Lord help me I pray….knowing how he will fill me mind an body…an even soul.

Me answer is simple…the shift that has wrapped itself ’bout me body like a warm glove falls in a pool of fabric ‘bout me feet as I eagerly shed it so me master may touch me if he wishes. I try to talk but only a soft meew escapes me lips as if they have a mind of their own. Struggling to voice mere words I instead go to me knees before him and place me hands upon the floor, wrists crossed. I arch me back, letting me face an chest press themselves to the floor…..keeping me bum high for his touch…his pleasure as the treasures of me body reveal themselves for me master enjoyment. I know how wet I feel, an wonder if me pinkness glistens in the labs light so that he may know his slaves desire in strong.

I take a deep breath, steeling me resolve. Oh…how I want him….how me tongue feels like a lump of coal in me mouth. I gather me resolve ‘bouts me like a warrior put on armor an finally feel like I might be able to speak.

“master, I am dirty, unclean an unfit for yur touch…I…..I wish it….please let me clean me self for yur pleasure?” me voice sounds hoarse an low…crackling with stress. inside I hear the howl of protest but speak the words anyway. For I know in me heart what me mind an body feel.

"Your request is denied." I tell you as I grab your long flowing red hair and pull you back up to your feet to face me. "Since I want to taste you while my slave is dirty, unclean, unfit for my touch only once as I wish to see if my hypothesis is correct, that I wish to devour you no matter what state your in." I tell you with a smirk as I let my compliment float around your ears like honey upon your toungue.

I then push you down and onto the exam table I have as I run my hands down your back and your ass, your sides as they were a mix of a sensual touch and that of a doctor examining you as I ask my questions. "Any strange creatures that forced themselves upon you during my absence, and by strange I mean very strange." I tell you as the tips of my fingers were still boney as I work them over your flesh as I lift your legs up so your on the table all the way as I roll you over and continue my soft examanation and not so soft as I made sure my fingers would linger far too long in some places.

His voice filled the room an rattled round inside me head. In that moment I could not believe what flowed across his tongue. A thrill jumped along me nerves an set me body even more on edge. ‘Devour’ he had said….he hungered for me no less than I hungered for him. Every last part of me body went alive as me body an mind responded to the compliment. I might never have a home with a white picket fence an a ring round me finger, but, I would gladly trade it for a man that wished to devour me no matter what me condition. Could this not be love?

Me skin burned as he pushed me back upon the cold steel of the examining table. Hands touching me, caressing me. Each time they got close I could feel the heat…the tingle along me skin as I sought to wiggle closer. Electricity coursed through me body wherever I even felt his heat. Thing down low responded an set me heart to racing. Closing me eyes I devour the sensations, surrounding me self to his touch. Soft mews fill the room in breathless heaves. Lord this man can make me do things in utter passion I may someday regret. But not today…no not today.

Like sugar to me tongue his voice caressed me ears. Almost too late do I hear the question in those words. Did he know?....could he? The episode on Epsilon Prime when the slavers had dumped me in the clear tube of murky liquid an then watched with delight as those slimy worms of their’s had slithered cross me body. The memory makes me shake in his arms, the shame of me response to them as they forced their way within me. All the while me tormentors sang their cat calls, made far worse as I found the pleasure in it….pleasure from disgusting critters.

“Yes master” I answer with truth as his fingers enter me much like those worms. Though I welcome his, heat flares anew an I know I am close to the edge. Me legs spread a bit wider…back arches. A caress across me button sucks the breath from me as electricity dances up an down me spine. Fingers tighten round the edge of the table. I bite me lower lip…close me eyes….an throw me head back as the air comes rushing up me throat. I clamp me legs round his arm and squeeze as the breath is torn from me lungs in one long scream of joy.

Heat floods me body in one solid eruption of lave. I sing an dance. His warm fingers held within the hot moist embrace. I feel him move his thumb an press me button causing an explosion of heat within me. Me body spasm round the pair of fingers within. Convulsing in pleasure that I loose me self to.

Breath comes to me in ragged heaves. I lay back upon warm steel, a presence in the room with me. I am naked…yes….oh how I want to rub me nakedness against that presence. Me mind an body awake. I look up at him, uncertain of what I might see an lick me lips….

“master!?”

"My dear slave, your so very eager, so very warm to my hands I guess the human saying is true. Ha, ha, such a lovely slave you are Cassie, you were born for this, your dream of being behind a white picket fence, a ring upon your finger shows your underlying desire for it. What is the picket fence but bars, sitting around waiting for the man who put your ring upon your finger, the collar as you sit around waiting dutiful for him. Doesn't that sound a bit like the slave you want to be?" I ask you as you open your eyes to see me, but you also see in the backround that cow leaning against the wall just sitting there watching us as your wrap your arms around my arm so tightly.

I then lean in to you as I smile at you. "So what do you think, is my analogy hitting the mark?" I ask you as I kiss at your neck being gentle at first with my pet after a week of such harsh treatment as my fingers push frutehr and further inside your tight tunnel as I feel your inner muscles already clenching around them as the cow comes up and starts to remove my robes for me.

It wuz hard to argue as me mind could not cope with the pleasure of his ministrations let along come to a contrary conclusion. His ring was a leather collar ‘bout me neck, decked in gold, an plan to all who saw it that I had someone that looked after me, cared for me. Pleasure washed o’er me body like the waves of an ocean in an endless ebb an flow. Wuz it necessary for more? Wuz I truly a hussy bent on self gratification? There had to be sum thing deeper….yes….

“Master” I puffed, words slurred in pleasure, “what of love?” For love wuz the promise of the diamond topped band of gold. Did I love me master? I must. Me body said as much as it withered under his touch. His face swam before me unfocused eyes an I saw the robe fall to revel the smooth expanse of skin. Me desire rode higher till I saw her. That face o’er his shoulder. She. The one I would see gone from me masters arms remained yet. A flare of feeling made me think perhaps I did love, for I did not want to share him.

Bringing me legs up I cupped me heals in his back an pulled him closer. Legs tween him an her….let her rot in hell.

"Yes indeed, what of love, do you love you me I wonder my sweet slave." I tell you as I can see that jealous look in your eyes as you try and pull my closer, to became more competive as I lean down again and kiss your lips as your heels bring my cock so very close to your quivering womanhood, however that's the point where I make sure you don't get it as I let my lips dance across yours as my fingers continue there light carress over my body as my eyes are hidden behind my googles, but your reflection is shown in the green color of them as I continue this slow teasing as the cow backs up and watches once more her tail swaying gently back and forth behind her as she smirks.