Chapter 40 Carter
Ipaced back and forth across the administrative office of Sunshine Sanctuary.
Not the nice one back in my room, deeper in the facility, but the surface office where I had prepared a cot bed to sleep on.
It had been three days since I had left Tiffany alone with my journals.
I had my men keeping track of her through security cameras and the GPS on her neck so, if she put her plan of escaping with Jason into action, I would be warned on time.
I had made clear that unless she left the designated areas like the Ranch or my room, I didn’t want to hear about it.
It was the only way to stay sane. I was giving her the chance to make her decision with all the information she needed.
Well, almost all the information. There was one more piece of the puzzle. Something that I knew would be relevant, but that I had not brought up yet. First, she needed to know the truth about this facility, my origins, everything. Then, and only then, she would be ready for the final reveal.
After that, whatever her decision was, I would respect it. No matter how much it would hurt me. If my lovely cow wanted to leave, then I would escort her to the gates myself. At least, that’s what I told myself.
There were some accounting matters to resolve, numbers to be crunched, and business documents to look over.
I’d delegated most of that to other people in the company during my time focusing on Tiffany, but this self-imposed detox reminded me that nobody was as good as me at managing the business.
I alone understood the full scope of what was at stake.
Fixing minor mistakes, ensuring everything was working effectively, all that was a pretty involved task.
It kept my mind off Tiffany for the most part.
At night, on the cot bed, I couldn’t ignore how much I missed her.
I struggled to sleep without her sweet, warm presence at my side.
Without being able to wrap my arms around her, my worries swirled.
It was the middle of the afternoon on the third day when I received a message from Susan telling me to go to my room.
My real room, deeper in the facility. With staggered steps and dark circles under my eyes, I did just that.
Had Tiffany’s escape plan had begun, or was Susan going to scold me for my irresponsibility?
I had offered my sweet cow all the facility secrets contained in those diaries.
When I entered my room, I wasn’t greeted by Susan or a security team, but by Tiffany alone. She wiped tears from her eyes, looked at me, and sighed. My gaze lingered on her large tits for a moment, dripping milk, before my eyes met hers.
“So…” I started.
“I asked Susan to call you,” she admitted, “I read everything.”
“Everything?”
She just nodded.
“Then, there’s one more thing I would like to tell you. One last thing I would like to do. After that, you can tell me what you want to do, Tiffany. Whatever it is, I’ll allow it.”
“Are you sure?” She asked softly.
I nodded. Was I sure? I couldn’t think of something I wouldn’t do for her if she asked.
I was as sure as a man could be. I picked a small bag from my desk and motioned for her to follow me to the elevator.
Instead of down, we went up to the empty warehouse that served as the entrance to this underground complex.
Then we walked into the sunlight bathed open prairie.
Rolling hills of verdant grass spreading far in the horizon and the distant line of the high security fence, a mere grey blurred streak, disappeared and reappeared behind the hills.
“Carter?” Tiff asked softly
“Let me just -” I approached her collar with a laser-engraved, high-security key, turning it to free her from the weight of the tracking device. “There.”
“Why did you bring me here?”
“I wanted to see you in the open prairie, free, at least one time. Maybe the only time if you decide to leave,” I explained.
“Am I free?” She asked hesitantly.
“Yes. But if you’ll indulge me, of your own free will, I would love to see you with these on.”
I handed her the bag. She pulled the small headband decorated with long cow ears and horns and the butt plug with the long cow-tail.
She looked at me with doubt at first, then smiled, giggled, and nodded.
She placed the headband on first. The butt plug took some work.
I watched her turn to get the plug into position, then press and moan as she slid it inside her.
She twirled, showing me the full picture.
Her massive breasts, her long hair, and the lovely tail and horn added to the gorgeous picture.
She was perfect, smiling, bouncing, flushed from pushing the tail into her round ass. I savored the moment.
“Do I look pretty?” She asked softly.
That was an understatement. The woman I’d fallen for over the last few weeks, the woman I loved, was welcoming one more act of submission while dancing in the sun. The sight of her made me hard as a rock which, perhaps, was good for what I had to reveal.
“You look perfect, my sweet cow,” I answered.
“Carter, I want to-”
“Don’t ask me anything yet. Let me say something first. You can ask your questions later.”
“Okay,” she answered, drawing out the word with nervousness.
“Tiffany, t-the reason I didn’t have sex with you is because …
I’m a freak. I suffered a mutation due to my father’s formula.
He gave it to my mother while she was pregnant with me and-” Why was this so hard?
“She killed herself, but I survived.” I started undoing my pants.
“I wasn’t born like a normal man. I was born with … ”
I lowered my pants and my cocks jumped up; both of them hard and eager for more than fantasizing.
They were twins in girth and length, but had slightly different veins patterns across the shafts.
Each over eight inches long and uncircumcised.
My father was so ashamed of my mutation, he never allowed a doctor to perform the procedure.
“Two dicks?” She gasped.
I nodded. I readied myself for her disgust, for her rejection. Pria had loved me, but she never wanted to look. She liked to pretend I was her energizer bunny, able to go and go since I could use both one after the other. Why would Tiff be any different?
“I’m tainted by the same thing that built this facility, the same product, the same …”
I trailed off as Tiffany knelt in the grass, the bell still around her neck clanking as her head tilted to take one of my cocks into her mouth. Her eyes peeked up at me, eager and hot, as she stroked my other dick.
“Ahn— Tiff!” I gasped
“I don’t care,” she muttered between soft sucks to the heads of my cocks. “I don’t fucking care.”