Chapter 149: Chapter 149 – Carrot Juice

“But before we begin,” I cut through the tension, my gaze landing on Charlotte, still dangling unconscious in the middle of the room.

I walked over to her and yanked off her blindfold. Charlotte blinked, her eyes slowly adjusting to the dim light. Confusion was plain on her face, still beautiful despite her fatigue.

Then her gaze traveled… catching Delilah in her cow outfit of nothing but straps and sheer lace, with drooping ears and a tail. Then Angeline in her useless black lace, with bunny ears and a tail pom-pom. Finally, Gwenneth is in naked pink silk with a pig’s tail and a snout on her face.

Her eyes widened in utter disbelief. Her brain was clearly struggling to process, rejecting the reality before her. She opened her mouth to scream—a scream of shock, perhaps horror—but all that came out was a muffled sound, her mouth still sealed by the ball gag.

“Mmpphh!”

“Shhh, easy now, Auntie,” I whispered, stroking her cheek before my hand descended and delivered a sharp, hard smack to her plump rear.

Smack!

Charlotte moaned, though it sounded more like a pleasured sigh than a protest.

“Alright,” I said, turning to my three pet girls. “Let’s begin. Delilah, show your good friend who you are now.”

Delilah, her cheeks still flushed, stepped forward. She took a deep breath, making her exposed breasts sway and the bell around her neck gave a soft chime. Her voice came out, slightly trembling but clear, laced with deep embarrassment yet undeniable submission.

“I-I’m… I am Master Adam’s cow,” she said, bowing her head so the cow ears on her head drooped. “I… am ready to be milked whenever Master wishes.”

Charlotte stared, her eyes locked on Delilah. Her expression was a mix of shock, dread, and… disbelief. Disbelief that the elegant, dignified woman she knew as the Star Witch could debase herself so completely.

As Delilah finished, I was already moving. I removed the still-buzzing vibrator from Charlotte’s soaked entrance, then swiftly freed my own length. My hard cock, gleaming with pre-cum, stood erect and imposing. I moved behind Charlotte, grabbing her hips. She felt my presence, her body swaying with anticipation, her breath growing heavy behind the gag.

“Your turn, Angel,” I commanded, positioning the tip of my cock at her spread, glistening wet lips.

Angeline, her face burning scarlet and eyes watery with shame, took a small step forward. She tried in vain to cover her chest with her hands.

“I… I am Master’s bunny… Master’s pet bunny,” she said, her voice small and trembling. “I… I love Master’s big, delicious carrot… I’m always hungry for it.”

She looked like she wanted to disappear after saying that, immediately covering her face with her hands, her bunny ears drooping pathetically.

Charlotte, feeling the tip of my cock pressing against her entrance, drew a sharp breath.

Now only Gwenneth remained. She stood rigid, her breathing through the snout making her sound like a genuinely distressed pig.

I stared at her, my gaze cold and full of warning. She saw my hatred and likely remembered everything I’d done to her, all my threats.

Fear overcame pride. With a muffled voice boiling with humiliation, she finally spoke through the snout.

“I… I am a pig. Master’s slutty pig. I… only deserve to be used… and humiliated as much as he wants.”

The words were like poison from her own mouth. She trembled violently.

I was satisfied. Still positioned behind Charlotte, I leaned in and whispered into her sensitive ear. “Hear that, Auntie? See what they’ve become? Beautiful, powerful, arrogant women… now my animal pets. Do you want to join them?”

Charlotte turned her head, her tear-filled eyes meeting mine. From behind the gag, she let out a furious, garbled stream, cursing me with unintelligible words.

“Mmmph! Ggrrkkh mmpphh!”

“Tsk, sorry, Auntie. I don’t speak gibberish,” I teased, as my index finger delved into her incredibly wet opening. I gathered her ample juices and slicked them over my large shaft as lubricant. “But your body understands, doesn’t it?”

“Ahh…” Charlotte moaned as my fingers brushed her sensitive spot.

Without further ceremony, I thrust forward.

My large, hard cock drove in with one powerful push, parting every fold, plunging straight to the deepest reaches of her warm womb.

“MMMPPPHHHGGGG!!!!”

Charlotte’s muffled scream exploded in the room. Her body arched, trying to withstand the sudden, deep, and full invasion. Her long-unused vagina was incredibly tight, clenching around my cock as if unwilling to let go.

I paused for a moment, savoring the warmth and tightness. Then, I barked at my three pets. “Don’t just stand there! Get yourselves wet! Play with yourselves until you’re soaking and ready for me to use later! Remember, you’re a cow, a bunny, and a pig now! Act like it!”

They looked momentarily confused, but my command was clear. Delilah, with shy embarrassment, began caressing her own breasts, massaging her hardened nipples. Her other hand slid down between her thighs, her fingers starting to rub the area barely covered by thin lace.

Angeline, still crimson, awkwardly imitated, trying to play with her own nipples through the lace. Gwenneth, with an empty expression, just stood there, but between her thighs, the pink silk was clearly damp, forming a dark patch.

As they tried, I began to move.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

Each hard thrust impacted Charlotte’s plump buttocks, resonating with the wet sounds from her tight vagina. I took her roughly, without tenderness, pure strength, and domination. My hands occasionally gripped her hips, occasionally smacked her now-reddening rear.

“Aah! Mmph! Mmm!” Charlotte screamed and groaned behind the gag, her body trembling violently. Orgasm found her quickly, once, twice, her vagina convulsing wildly, squeezing my cock.

But I didn’t stop. I kept pounding, enjoying every reaction, while occasionally glancing at my three pets who were now getting lost in their own play. Delilah was already on her knees, her fingers moving in and out of herself, her soft moans like a cow’s lowing.

Angeline rubbed her hand over her clit, her face contorted between shame and pleasure. Gwenneth finally gave in, roughly squeezing her own breasts, her head bowed in deep humiliation.

[Delilah’s Sexual Arousal increased to 70 (+1)]

[You have successfully made Charlotte climax.]

[Charlotte’s Sexual Arousal automatically drops to 46.]

[Gwenneth’s Sexual Arousal increased to 53 (+1)]

[Angeline’s Sexual Arousal increased to 76 (+1)]

The notifications kept appearing, but I ignored them.

After perhaps half an hour or more, I felt my peak approaching. My thrusts became faster, deeper.

“Take it, you bitch!” I growled, and with one final, deep push, I buried my cock as far as it would go into Charlotte’s womb and released a hot torrent.

A gush of semen flooded her deep cavity, so hot it made Charlotte scream again, her body shuddering violently in what must have been her fifth or sixth orgasm. My release was so copious it overflowed from her filled passage, dripping steadily down her thighs and onto the floor below.

As soon as I finished, I pulled out my still-hard cock. Charlotte, exhausted and spent, went limp, hanging in the middle of the room. Her eyes closed; she had passed out.

And at that moment, Angeline, like a starving rabbit, immediately hopped closer, her eyes fixed on the semen still dripping from Charlotte’s vagina. She drew near, mouth open, wanting to lick or catch it.

“HEY!” I snapped, making her jump back in fright. I looked at her with a playful but firm expression. “Naughty bunny! Who said you could take the carrot juice that I’ve given to someone else? That’s rude, Angel. I don’t like my pets taking what isn’t theirs.”

Angeline froze, her face utterly crestfallen. Deep guilt was etched on her still-red face. She looked like a child caught stealing candy. Her hands wrung the useless hem of her lace dress.

“Ma… Master, forgive me,” she whispered, her voice small and full of remorse. “I… I just… really missed the taste of Master’s carrot. I’m so hungry… and wanted to eat it again.” Her words were innocent, like a child pleading, but the context made them deeply lewd.

’Where’s the shy girl from before?’ I wondered inwardly, seeing Angeline’s act.

I gave a fake sigh, then smiled. I walked over to her and patted her head, stroking her bunny ears. “Because you were honest and apologized… I’ll give you a reward.”

Her eyes shone with hope.

I pointed to my cock, still wet with Charlotte’s semen and other fluids, and now beginning to harden again from the sight before me. “My carrot is ready again. You may have it now.”

Joy exploded on Angeline’s face. With pure, enthusiastic eagerness—like a rabbit finally getting its dream carrot—she immediately closed the distance and without hesitation, her small mouth engulfed my cock down to the base.

“Slurp… slurp… gulp…”

The sound of her enthusiastic sucking immediately filled the room. Her hands held my thighs tightly, her eyes closed in deep concentration of pleasure.

But suddenly, another voice of protest sounded.

“Mooo! Not fair!”

Delilah, the cow, stepped forward with obvious jealousy. The bell around her neck jangled. “Master! I… I also want to be milked! I’m Master’s cow! My udders are full and need Master’s attention too! Don’t just give it all to that bunny!”

I chuckled at their competition.

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