Her name was Layne. But now her identity is gone, she is no-longer considered human, she simply exists as her Master's plaything, his to use, to abuse, to milk or to sell as he sees fit. In this short story Layne herself tells how she descended from human to bestial, and how much she loves it.
Her name was Layne. But now her identity is gone, she is no-longer considered human, she simply exists as her Master's plaything, his to use, to abuse, to milk or to sell as he sees fit. In this short story Layne herself tells how she descended from human to bestial, and how much she loves it.
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