Re: Are the stars right?(Helena/Courage Wolf)
Helena, squirming in the air, gasped loudly as the odd thing was removed from her lower holes rather forcefully, leaving her shuddering while she was freed from the milking machine.
Lowered to the ground, Helena flopped there pretty limply while she noticed the new restraints, not really caring, it was a good thing on it's own to not be hanging in the air anymore, and she'd cum so many times the last however many minutes or hours that she would enjoy any recovery she got. Not that she needed a whole lot of recovery time...
What caught her by surprise however, were the gloves, she hadn't spotted them, and she moaned deeply as her first hand was taken from her, her hand folded into a fist inside the glove while it was strapped on and strapped to her opposite leg. Then it was repeated with the other hand. She couldn't even grow claws to slash the mitts off...unless she wanted to grow them THROUGH her hands... no thanks.
Leashed, and then tugged, Helena fell forward onto her hands and knees, and realized as she tugged on the straps and chains, that that was the only way she could move around now, like an animal.... well... unless she decided to float like a balloon, but she bet that would get her into trouble, so for now she just followed along quietly before she heard milk.
As long as that's not... my own milk. That would be weird.... she said, before realizing that she probably shouldn't be talking...