Sam sees Ashley come out of the event hall

It’s been quite a day; you’ve almost lost track of what is going on there’s been so much that has happened. As you catch your breath, the body painters walk off. One turns around and yells, “Great job, you fucking pig, your cum is messing up her airbrushing.”

Sam is next to you. “Do you want me to do something about those girls, master?” she asks, concerned.

You rest a hand on her bountiful breast, the hardening nub of her nipple on your palm. “It’s all right,” you say. “Doesn’t matter, had sex.” She doesn’t laugh, though it’s not a very good joke reference.

Coming out of the events hall is the girl in the roman goddess costume and Ashley. They’re both rather disheveled, their messy hair drenched with cum, leaning on each other as they reach for the wall and sit down heavily. Their costumes are in a terrible state. Ashley’s paint is pretty much all gone, reduced to smeared handprints, while the girl in the goddess costume is holding her dress up to her shoulder with a free hand. She obviously lost a clothespin or something. Her diaphanous gown is covered in wet spots.

You look back at the anxious Sam and realize that she may be yours entirely but as you’ve not given her any orders in regards to Ashley she’s still worried about her. However, she makes no move and doesn’t say a thing, waiting on your command before acting. “How about we go over and check on them?” you ask, and Sam happily nods. You lead her there, pulling gently on her breast to lead over your docile dairy cow.

When you arrive in front of the two women on the ground, Ashley wearily looks up and smiles. “How about that?” she asks Sam, “We both won.”

“Did you know about all of the prizes?” Sam asks in reply.

Ashley nods. “I mean, obviously, I was going for first place, but I was just happy to place; it’s not often I win any sort of contest. I wasn’t a fan of my prize, though,” and she goans, spreading her legs and rubbing a groin which is still slowly oozing milky, white semen from a pussy so stretched out it’s gaping a little. She looks back up as Sam. “I heard you took second place!”

Sam beams. “Yep! Thanks to your advice and these babies,” she says, hoisting up each of her mammaries. Then her face falls. “But I’m sorry, Ashley, I’m this guy’s property now. He’s my master.”

“Why are you sorry?”

“Because now everything that was mine is now his. I am his entirely. I don’t think that means we’re married anymore.”

Ashley looks over at you, an odd expression on her face made a little more odd as you absently reach down in the midst of this touching reunion and start tweaking her shallow breasts. She looks back at Sam. “Doesn’t that mean that your marriage to me is now his, too?” she asks, then sharply gasps as you pinch one of her nipples. You can actually see her pussy lips shake a little.

You stop and think about it. “I guess that makes sense. So that means I’m married to you now, Ashley?”

“Ooooh– I had a marriage with Sam, so I guess it’s more like I’m married to Sam and now you own her marriage to me. It’s–” and she gasps again, her eyes closed in a mixture of pain and pleasure, “complicated!”

You shrug. It makes sense enough to you. Besides, if you ever really had a problem with it you could easily just command Sam to leave Ashley. For now, though, you feel a little bad for Ashley.

The girl in what had previously been the impressive Roman goddess costume smiles, “I have no idea what’s going on here, but it feels nice.” Everyone looks at her, a bit confused. She just shuts her eyes and goes back to trying to relax against the wall.

Ashley looks over at you. “I’ve had more than enough convention and cosplaying for today. I’d like to head home now. Can Sam go with me?”

You stop to think. Do you want to let Sam head back to her home? She’d still be your property even after the convention’s over. Or you could have her continue to stay here by your side and decide later. Or you could simplify this complicated situation by telling Sam that her new home is now yours and to leave Ashley.