Dream Intermission Three

I was stalking down the hallway, though keeping my stride short so the black haired woman crawling beside me could keep up. Glancing behind us at the twin trails of milk on the marble floor there was no sign of the maid. She was seriously slacking in cleaning up after Agnes.

It could have been worse for Camilla though. I'd been very tempted to suggest she should have to lick up the spilled milk instead of letting her use a mop, but that would have traumatized the German woman even worse than she had been.

Our host had been nicer to Camilla than she deserved as well, letting her do maid work to earn bonus points now she was **** to wear the outfit. I couldn't protest too much about that, making her actually work to earn something could teach her a lesson.

Getting close to the intersection that would lead to the master suite Agnes balked, stopping in place and looked up at me with tears in her eyes. "Is this really necessary Sharron?"

Looking around again and still not seeing anyone I knelt down next to the poor giant breasted woman. Hopefully not having reached the suite yet we were still off air. "I explained this before, but we can go over it again if I must." I sighed, Agnes was clearly getting cold feet. This was for her benefit though, I just needed to remind her. "You are at zero victory points, if you come in last on the next challenge you will be eliminated. Neither of us wants to see that but if the next challenge is at all physical your handicap is all but going to ensure it."

Agnes looked down, openly crying now. "I know, but this is so humiliating."

I reached over and rubbed the naked woman's shoulders and she looked me back in the eye again. "You need a point buffer before the challenge, Steven is the only way that's going to happen. And after the way you all treated him last week this is going to be a steep hill to climb. It's not all bad though, I know the constant milk production is harsh but compared to being **** to crawl or only able to Moo he picked the lightest option and thankfully the audience followed his wishes."

"I know, but still, I'm a married woman."

"That won't keep you from being turned into a mindless cow Agnes. Steven seeing you nude alone will get you points but we need more than that, he has to see you're sorry for how you tore into him before. He wouldn't trust a change of heart now, but he does trust me. If I bring you to him crawling and naked he will accept that supplication. And I'm very sure milking you while he watches will give you a lot more points than just being naked."

"Oh God Sharron, I don't know if I can do this!"

I leaned forward and pulled the sobbing woman into a hug, from the side so I didn't get milk all over myself though. That wouldn't look good for what came next. "It's okay. I've been milking you for the past couple of days now to give you some relief so you could sleep so this is nothing new. Just try to pretend he isn't there if that helps."

"But what if he wants more?" She sobbed.

"He might want to milk you himself, or even to drink some, but that's more points for you. I'll do my best to keep things from going too far, but you have to trust me Agnes. And remember to only Moo while we're there. This isn't just about Steven, the audience will be watching as well."

Agnes lowered her head in shame then. "Moo."

"It will be okay, I will make it be okay."

I felt another presence in the hall then and looked up into the emerald green eyes of our host and pain spiked behind mine. We were almost late for Agnes's date with Steven but she could only crawl so fast dragging her pendulous breasts along the floor. I could tell our host was urging us to hurry.

Standing I barked down at Agnes. "Come on now, we have to hurry or you'll get another penalty for being late." Grabbing a handful of her raven locks I encouraged the still sobbing woman to continue to crawl forward.

Our host followed along beside us and I tried to ignore the pangs of pain as I glanced at her occasionally. I could sense she approved of what I was doing with Agnes, that was a good sign. Approaching the double doors she swept ahead in a swirl of long blue hair and opened them wide for us.

Leading Agnes inside I heard our host whisper. "Good luck." as I stumbled forward in pain. Regaining my footing and my stern demeanor I ignored the wetness creeping down my neck as I herded the businesswoman forward into Steven's domain.

Steven was waiting though didn't look eager to see Agnes at first but that expression changed to shock and awe as he got a good look at the naked woman crawling towards him with me towering over her.

"Good evening Steven. I'll be sharing Agnes's date with her tonight, I hope you don't mind."

Still looking shell shocked he stammered out a reply. "Wha? No! No, that's fine. It's always nice to see you Sharron. Um, why is Agnes naked?"

I steeled myself, this was for Agnes. "She has something very important to tell you after the way she treated you last week, don't you Agnes?"

"Moo" Steven's jaw dropped open hearing this.

"That's right, she says she is quite sorry for how she behaved and hopes you can forgive her transgressions."

"That, uh. That's fine. No problem, water under the uh bridge." Steven was clearly uncomfortable looking back and forth between me and Agnes's huge breasts pressed to the floor under her, though he was taking longer and longer looks at her tits while licking his lips nervously.

"We thought perhaps you would like a show? Would you like to watch me milk Agnes like a cow?" That snapped his eyes back up to mine.

"What?! Really?! Yes! Yes, I'd like to see that a lot." He was tenting his pants in his eagerness, I tried not to let my distaste show. Agnes looked down and gave a sobbing Moo.

"Excellent. I'll go to the kitchen and find a suitable vessel for her milk then? Perhaps even some glasses so we can enjoy the taste together?"

"That would be great Mom, I mean Sharron. That would be great." Poor Steven, so **** for a glimpse of his deceased mother, who had raised him alone, that he would see her in me.

"I'll be right back then." I knelt down next to Agnes and whispered. "I'll be right back." Then louder. "So be a good cow and stay right here where the master can get a good look at you." Standing I hurried into Steven's private kitchen and grabbed the sides of the sink hyperventilating.

"I can do this, I can do this. Agnes is doing her part, I can do this."

"You can't save them all." Our host told me, now standing by my side. I flinched at the pain of her voice then again as she ran a pale hand down my blood red hair and gave me another sad smile. her voice was stronger now, less ethereal.

"I don't need to save them all. Lucia seems to be enjoying herself somehow and fuck Camilla. But I can help Agnes, and Maria."

"And Toy?" I flinched, both at the spike of pain and hearing Tonya called Toy. I seemed to be the only one who could say her name anymore, even herself, though I got odd looks from the others when I did.

"I will help Tonya, even if she can't help herself." She just wouldn't compromise, and it was costing her. Losing her name only pissed her off more.

"The only one you need to save is you." Looking over in spite of the pain I saw her pale, faintly blue skinned, hand holding out a large wooden bucket to me.

I took the bucket with one hand and her hand with the other. "I am saving myself. And I'm doing it by saving them. Wither they like it or not."

Our host, who's name was still beyond me, smiled and this time it wasn't sad. "So strong." Then she leaned forward, and for the first time kissed me.

Pain obliterated the universe.

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Shar sat up with a gasp and doubled over coughing in pain as blood ran out of her mouth staining the sheets black. Fuck that had been bad, she thought. But now she had a voice, she was so close. And poor Agnes. It was good to remember her and how brave she had been. If only it had been enough.