Theodore wants to check out other slaves

"I want to have a look around Ash. There are loads of different kinds of pet slaves."

"There are more kinds other than puppy girls?"

"Ashley, bitch is just one of many roles a master can decide that his **** takes and I’m interested in seeing some of them in action." Theodore said with enthusiasm. “You should have fun seeing what else you could have been.”

What kind of pet types? Ashley wondered as she and Theodore made their way onwards. Surely bunnies. Remembering seeing some aging magazines at her grandparents house. Bunny girls had apparently been a big thing way back. There was nothing to see but groups of people stealing glances of her when moving in between the different sections of the event she figured that they were spread out so as not to disturb one another. A guess that proved to be right as their journey took some time. She was glad that her bitch training at least had served to prepare her for a day of walking around on all fours. Finally the source of the visitors that had come from the opposite direction made itself apparent when a large crowd became visible and it was in due time for Ashley. Their walk had her longing for a short rest. As they drew closer to the crowd an announcer could be heard well above it from speakers that were set up on posts around it.

“That is a hefty volume right there, will it be enough?! Let's check in on fan favourite and defending champion, Roberta. Oh my she feels full today ladies and gentlemen!”

What’s going on there?

“Excuse me.” Theodore asked when the couple arrived at the gathering. Ashley heard female yammering coming from its centre. There are definitely **** girls here. Ashley watched in awe as the crowd set aside their own personal best and parted to leave room for Theodore and his bitch to get through to the front, not uttering one word of complaint. This is what him owning me does. The women's moaning and yammering in sexual pleasure grew ever stronger as they made their way through the muffling group of people.

Ashley’s jaw figuratively dropped when they stopped up front at the low fence surrounding the area where some kind of competition was taking place. Roughly forty women were bent over a long bar with their huge breasts hanging over the railing and a chain leading from their neck down to a screw in the ground that prevented them from rising. The women’s breasts set her own F-cup ones to shame, Ashley had never seen breasts the size that these women sported. What are they doing? The absurdity of what she was witnessing made it all too hard to grasp despite seeing it with her own eyes. Their legs were spread wide by a metal bar connected to ankle cuffs and their wrists were locked with links to a belt around their waists. Upon her inspection Ashley noted their difference in attire, some were completely naked except for the long tail that hung down between their legs and the diadem that clad their heads complete with their pet decorations. Horns? Ashley wondered. Others wore stockings or full body suits with spots of varying sizes in black or brown. That one looks expensive. Was the first thing that came to her mind when her eyes lingered on one full body suit in black and white latex with a cutout for the woman’s breasts. Her attention drew from their bodies to the contraptions hanging from the women's breasts that jerked rhythmically. Are they? They are! They´re milking them. They´re cows! She shuddered upon her realization. Cow girls? No that doesn’t sound right.

A slender man in a wide rimmed white cowboy hat with a microphone in hand was walking up and down the lane of the moaning women. He stopped and squeezed a redhead girl’s breast, his fingers sinking deep into the mounds while her face contorted into a scowl that broke her otherwise drained expression.

“Looks like Janice is almost empty ladies and gentlemen, better luck next year!”

This is despicable, it's so dehumanizing and why are they moaning so much? Ashley wondered seeing one of the girls start shaking in her locked place.

The man walked onwards, stopping at the girl whose outfit Ashley admired and looked down at the container on the ground that connected to the contraption on each girl’s nipples. “Looks like Roberta is nearing her personal best, can she make it?! Will we be seeing a new record here today!” He yelled out to keep the crowd excited. People are into this?! Ashley asked herself in disbelief despite the over abundance of evidence around her. The women that were milked seemed barely conscious from whatever caused their state of mind. Hanging over the railing at their torso they panted and moaned as they shook in trying to escape whatever induced such seeming overabundance of stimulation.

The leash on her collar tightened and Theodore pulled her onwards along the fence. Again Ashley recognised the magnitude of respect that everyone in the crowd was showing him when they moved out of his way. She quickly followed him while keeping her eyes on the girls. As they moved around them Ashley finally got an answer to why the girls appeared to be completely drained. Stuck tightly against each girl's crotch was a humming vibrating wand.

Wow…

The youngest looking girl screamed out in desperation and collapsed downwards, her knees buckling and she lost her inviting posture. Her heavy breasts that were far too big for her stature clung tightly against the railing when she couldn’t lower herself any more. In an instant her master was upon her with his cattle prod to bring her back up.

"I'm sorry!" The girl screamed out in a broken voice as she hurried to comply with her owner's command.

"Hooo weee! The young ones learn fast nowadays." The man in white hat hollered as he moved over to her.

"Mama?" The girl pleaded as she looked towards the woman that Ashley now knew as Roberta.

In front of her the announcer knelt to check the volume of her milking.

"What incredible results from a new whore! Even with her good genes this is astounding."

Ashley stared dumbfounded at the horrifying display. I'm lucky to be a puppy ****.

"What's the matter Ash? You want to be milked too?" Theodore asked.

No! Please I don't want that! In a flash the heads around them turned towards her and drank in both her beauty and her potential. Their faces brimming with lust of not just wanting to enter her, but to hurt her. Turn her into something lesser than she was now. Lesser than a pet. Cattle. She wanted to cover herself to shield against the men's devious plans for her but couldn't let them think Theodore wasn't in control. He was all that stood between them. Her only option was to trust in her owner and his protection. Ashley shied away up against her master's leg. Theo, get me out of here!

Ashley was quick to shake her head. Keep your cool, let them see he's in charge. "No Master. It just looked like he hurt her." Ashley said making sure she incorporated and emphasised his title in her answer to drive home the fact that she was already owned.

"She's a cow Ash. They don't feel pain the same way." He laid a hand on her shoulder.

“But she-” But she's a person… that would have been painful.

"What, did you say something Ash?" Theodore was quick to ask.

"No, nothing master." She shook her head again. Don't question him. Not now! You need him.

"Come Ash, if it pains you this much to see it you shouldn't have to. We can go look at something else. Would you like that?"

"Yes please master." Ashley said, feeling a bit guilty that she could escape from this with a mere display of discomfort while leaving these girls to their torment. I'm lucky to have a caring owner.

The mood at their next stop was completely different from the cow milking. The erected dome that was reminiscent of the large dog cage she met Camila in contained what looked like a playground, or oversized cat tree as it were. Ashley crept up to the fence to get a better look at the lithe women that either slept, or jumped around in there. So this is what they do…? While I get groped and the cows have to be milked on display, these girls just sleep? How is this pleasing to their owners?

Ashley and Theo stood looking for a while longer and watched the kitties go about their business without a care in the world.

"Cat girls suck." Theodore finally said and sighed.

Right! They don't do anything.

"Seen enough?" Theodore asked her.

"Yes master. Whenever you’re ready." Ashley said. Seeing the cows had been a bit too intense and this display of **** life cemented how much power a girl's owner had on how her future would look like.

“Okay, so there’s this thing I want to see but it won’t start for a while. Guess there’s no harm in being early to get good seats.”