Carla ran for the bathroom, she so scared, she slammed the door shut and gave the door lock a twist. “What a fool I am, playing with fire, devil’s fire, that damn game and what it is doing to Kyle, people should know better.” Carla grumbling as to her desires were giving Kyle his lusts to prevail on her, to molesting her, she having had and enjoyed sex with what soon would be, as if born an animal.
She turned on the shower water, as felt of it to feel it as icy cold, and not warm in the least.
“Don’t have to undress, already naked, you stupid fool!” Carla said, she talking, as arguing with her actions and foolish desires leading her down a path to a horrible death.
“Muroo,” Kyle bellowed from the bedroom, as if he were calling for his mate to return.
Suddenly the hot water arrived with a cloud of steam boiling out of the shower stall. As Carla reach in a hand to adjust the water temperature, she wanted mild warmth. As cautiously she stepped into the shower bath, letting the water grace her head before soaking her soiled as vile coated skin with something clean.
Reaching for the golden, almost transparent bar of glycerin soap, she began rubbing it on her hands to raise a lather, to begin the washing off of dried and crusty semen flakes. She felt then a true urgency for taking a shower. Jen knew more about what a changing man’s semen could do as cause, as thinking about the possible outcome would be the worst humiliation possible.
“Wash scrub clean, rinse, and wash again,” Carla moaned, she wanted to get her skin cleaned from the ejaculated semen and pre-cum before she would unscrew the showerhead, as use the long and narrow hose to slip inside her sex and wash clean her insides.
“Come on…,” Carla groaned as she struggled to unscrew the wrench tight shower-head.
A snap and the bond broke free, allowing Carla to screw off the showerhead, leaving then a half inch flexible tube shooting forth a stout stream of warm, soothing water. A pair of shaking hands brought the vinyl pipe to a sensual opening. The water streamed as it moistened, soaking the spent semen and other congealed juices to liquefy.
“Ah…,” Carla moaned, she feeling the warm and soothing water rinsing from inside her body what she so foolishly had allowed Kyle to inject. She relaxing leaned her back at the shower stall wall, feeling a cleaning rush evacuating what all had made her feel full down low.
Meanwhile, Carla used her index finger to stick deep toward her throat with a forlorn hope to vomit up what she had swallowed. She gagged several times but nothing came up, it was down as in, doing what Jen warned it could or might.
“BAM, BAM, BAM, CRACK, BAM, CRACK, BAM,” were then the sounds of Kyle beating on or charging his bovine block bone head at the bathroom door, he wanting his heifer back!
“I’m in the shower!” Carla yelled, but Kyle was of a need and his head having changed to that of a bull, she wondered if his mind had degraded to being like an ignorant beast.
“Bam, bam, and snap, crack as crunch,” to then Carla screamed, as a black furred Minotaur stumbled though the broken bathroom door.
“Muroo,” Kyle bellowed but more softly, as if his fury spent on the door had helped to quell and calm his male dominating rage. He turned and looked at the damage he caused, before turning back to moo again, like begging for Carla to come back to being with him.
“Alone and lonely, all right, give me a few minutes,” Carla called from out the shower stall to her ex-boy-friend turned Minotaur.
Calmly, Kyle walked out the bathroom, he taking some personal care as not to step on any of the splintered wood.
Carla was toweling herself dry and feeling greatly cleaner, at least outward wise, as she heard the rear service door from the kitchen to the sundeck slammed closed. “Huh, he went outside, why?” Carla muttered, wondering about her lover.
Feeling clean as dry, but still seeping light strings of liquefied semen from out of her vagina, Carla wrapped the bath towel about her waist and with breasts bare for anyone to see, she walked to the kitchen. Peering out past curtains, she saw Kyle, down on hands and knees, he giving a valiant try at grazing, bovine style. Carla had seen enough, she ran to the bedroom retrieving the clothing she wore there, and proceeded to getting dressed for when Jen should arrive.
After waiting for close to an hour; and not wanting to be again near to Kyle, Carla decided to wash the bed sheets, pillow cases in the washing machine. Her mother taught Carla to be neat, and she practiced neatness constantly; maybe from her being neat was the reason why Jennifer told about how a cow lives and dies as reasons enough to give up her love-crush for liking Kyle.