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I knew better. I knew what Erik would do. He had proven it last night, but I didn’t care. There was no way in hell I was going to allow this to happen.

“I am not your pet,” I said, “and this is all really demented.”

“Enough.” He darted a glance at Marx then back at me in warning. “Now. Do. Not. Insult. Our. Host.”

It was pretty easy to read that Erik didn’t want to offend Marx, and I had better get in line fast.

Without waiting for a retort, Erik began removing my clothes, not taking the time to be gentle or careful. Despite what I wanted, my clothing was coming off, and no matter how much I struggled, Erik met each move with another clothing item being shed from my writhing frame. Shoes were tossed, shirt and bra flung—a whirlwind of material flew about as I felt the cool air of the barn on my exposed flesh.

“Stop!” I screamed, no longer paying attention to the women around me. “Don’t do this!” Fury blended with humiliation.

I could see Marx in the corner of my eye, enjoying every minute of the scene. I pounded my fists against Erik’s torso, his arms, anywhere I could, but nothing stopped him. He was a man on a mission, which was to immediately have me standing nude before him.

“Stop the hysterics immediately,” he boomed.

“No one in their right mind would do this!” I screamed. I glanced at the women around us, who all seemed… content. Were they here by choice? “Who does this?”

“Well, now you do. You created your fate. You signed your soul to the devil, and I’m the fucking devil.”

I stood there with only my panties on and my pants bunched down at my ankles. Erik paused for a moment, taking in the sight of my bare body. Heat worked its way from my core to my face. Trying to conceal my breasts, I wrapped my arms around me.

“You’ll learn that it’s much easier to submit rather than fighting me every single step of the way.”

“Damn you,” I spat. How dare he? How dare he strip me bare for all to see?

His response was not what I expected. He reached for my panties and tugged the cotton fabric so hard they ripped from my body. The tearing of fabric blended with my screams of shock. The aggressive move left me falling forward and into his arms—which was the last place I ever wanted to be. I pushed away and tried to turn to run, but the pants bunched at the bottom of my legs tripped me. I fell to the ground, knocking over the pail of breast milk. The creamy substance that the three women had been working so hard on producing was now being absorbed into the hay-covered floor. The sickly-sweet smell of hay coated with milk sifted through my nostrils as the gasps from the observers lined my ears. Looking up into Erik’s dark, furious eyes, I knew I might have just committed the ultimate sin. I had spilled the kitty milk from Marx’s hucows.

“Bad kitty,” Marx said from behind me. “Bad, bad kitty.”

Erik gripped my arm as I kicked off my pants so I could stand. Even though his hold was firm, he was careful in lifting me up.

I looked up into his eyes, feeling awful that I had ruined what I could only assume took hours to accumulate. Those poor milk women must hate me. Would Marx now beat them because of my actions?

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—” My shame only added to my humiliation of standing completely naked for all to see.

“Bad kitty is right,” Erik said, pulling me over to a bale of hay. “Bend over. Now.”

His voice.

His command.

I became weak.

I wobbled over to the hay as my ears rang and my throat dried. My fear conquered all thoughts of flight.

“Bend over the hay now,” he said.

I did so, the prickly dried grass poking my belly and breasts. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, not sure if anyone could hear my words other than me.

“You are about to be. You are about to be very sorry.”

Chapter Six

The slithering of the leather belt being removed from the loops of his pants sent a shiver through me, and I closed my eyes and prepared mentally. He was going to whip me. With his belt.

“You embarrassed me,” he said in a low voice. “You made a scene for all to see, and I warned you about Marx.”

I wanted to scream at him, tell him that if anyone was embarrassed, it was me. I was the one naked, the one about to be collared, about to have a cat tail thrust inside of me, and about to be whipped by his leather belt. All while everyone watched. There would have been no scene if they had simply let me be. Hell, there would have been no scene at all if there weren’t several women caged, tied, chained, and captured in this awful, terrifying barn. I could feel Marx’s lecherous gaze on my upturned ass. Even though I squeezed my legs tightly together, I worried that my pussy was still on full display for him and his pets to see.

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