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Brentwood Breeders
(Crimson Rose)

Blindfolded on the way out of base for the last time, it was another hour before the sensory deprivation hood was removed. Eyes adjusting to the early morning light, she saw they were driving towards the western edge of town where the wealthiest of Brentwood called home. Eventually pulling into a long driveway leading up to one of only three ranch-style homes in the Applecreek neighborhood, Sophie's eyes first fell on the double wide wrought-iron gate centered in an eight-foot-high flagstone privacy wall surrounding her new home. Far from gaudy, the colorful stones were accentuated by vibrant, colorful bushes. Saying nothing as the gate slid open, she took in the vast expanse of the well-manicured yard stretching so far back she could not see an end to it. Then there were the four women dressed in full cow gear crawling on all fours like animals as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"What do you think of your new home, cow?"

"Will that be my fate, Master? Crawling on all fours like them? Um, who are they?"

"Staff. And yes, you're a cow now, Sophie, and that means playing the part to the fullest."

As they drove by, Sophie saw that three of the four women were visibly pregnant. "I take it you're the father, Master?"

"Of course. I'm their only breeder. Does that upset you, cow?"

"It should, Master, but I'm honestly just happy knowing there are other women out there as perverse as I am even if I'm only now discovering it for myself. Will I have sex with them too, Master?" she asked as the van pulled to a stop in front of the attached three-car garage.

"Of course. Let me guess, you've never had sex with women before?"

"What? No, I've had sex with several and love it, Master. I'm just trying to figure out how all of this works. Are we free to play anytime we want, or do we have to ask permission first?"

You're free to play however and whenever you want so long as it doesn't interfere with training or your jobs."

"Are they all the staff you have working for you, Master?"

"There are three more I'm assuming are inside. Now, time for a few uniform changes. I require full access to your body at all times so remove the panties and cups from the top. That's how you'll dress from now on. Is that understood?"

"Yes Master."

"Good, now take them off and when you get out of the van you'll get on all fours and follow behind and to my right in silence."

Doing as commanded, Sophie crawled across the dew-kissed grass towards her fellow cows. Eyes going from each one, it wasn't until falling on a beautiful green-eyed, freckle-faced redhead that she audibly gasped. Having met the woman a handful of times, and watched her every night on the news, there was no mistaking the staunchly private weather woman Whitney Bell. Seeing her now crawling around in cow gear with deep red spots, it made perfect sense.

"Cows, gather up," Delta said as he finally removed the latex hood that had until now hid his identity from his latest acquisition. 

Having immediately fallen in love, or perhaps lust, with her owner's body, seeing is handsome face practically melted Sophie's thumping heart. She put him in his late-twenties, maybe early thirties. Clean-shaven. Short, black hair, piercing gray eyes. She could swear she had seen him somewhere before, but for the life of her could not place when or where.