Cow Slut
Her captors prowled around her like predatory animals.
Every once in awhile, she would feel a gentle hand checking
to be sure she had not lost circulation in her wrists, tied
together and high above her head. And a pinch or a suck on
her tender nipples, jutting straight out from tightly
cinched breasts. Then a sudden whack on her ass with any
number of tools, which continued, growing faster in rhythm,
accompanied by a sharp staccato slapping of her pussy.
She could not see them from behind the blindfold, but she
knew who they were, and what they were capable of. Three
men she trusted. Three men who understood and appreciated
her need, and responded with a need of their own. She knew
what they looked like, what they sounded like, what they
even smelled like, in the regular world of daylight. But
in the darkness of her mind, now, at the mercy of their control,
everything had changed.
A low growling whisper in her ear, "You were made to serve
us, whore." But she could not tell which one had said it.
She almost didn’t care. She was almost there, almost flying,
the torture tweaking her every last nerve sharply. She
felt fingers tugging at her cunt lips, rubbing the now-swollen
knob that housed what would be multiple climaxes, then
running down her slit to feel her wetness. Suddenly, the
hands withdrew, and silence ensued. No touch of any crop
or flogger, no hands, no voices. Silence. She gasped, trying
to catch her breath at the sudden change of energy. Then
quickly her wrist cuffs were unclasped from the rope above,
and she felt her hair grasped at the back of her head, which
was shoved forward until her knees buckled, and she found
herself on them. Then forward again so quickly she had to
catch herself with her bound hands in front of her. Then
silence, again.
A voice now, louder than the growling one that had sent shivers
across the back of her neck. "You have done well, slut. But
it is not enough. You have been punished, as you know you
deserve to be. But you have not atoned for your sins. Kneeling
now, you will receive purification." That was the first
One, the One who had brought her to the other two. Another
spoke. "Good looking whore, I’ll give you that. Kind of
fat in the rear, but that makes a great target." And the others
laughed lightly. Now the third voice, " I think she’s not
a bad looking cow, after all. She’s very well behaved, and
her udders are definitely ready for milking."
She felt the tubes being attached, and the suction begin
pulling at her udders. Her cunt quivered deliciously.
She wished they would fuck her. She would never say it out
loud, but as if reading her mind, the second voice said, "Look
at the milkslut stick her bottom up in the air. She needs
a good plowing." She heard the first One’s response. "She
has a long way to go before she gets plowed. She needs to beg
to suck us, first. Beg, whore, and maybe you will get what
you want." She swallowed hard, her mouth dry, and licked
her lips. "Please, masters, allow this humble slave to
service your beautiful cocks with her mouth. Allow her
to pleasure you with her tongue and her lips. She only seeks
to please and arouse you, as you would let her do." A short
pause, then the first One again. "That wasn’t too bad, all
proper, and so forth. Now tell us what you really want, slut."
She gasped immediately and almost against her will, "I
want to taste your cocks, masters, one after the other,
please, masters. I want to suck and lick them and feel them
fucking my mouth like they would fuck a pussy. I want to choke
and gag on your shafts, until you are done with me. Oh please
please sirs, please fill up my mouth." Instantly she felt
a cock nudge her lips and she opened her mouth eagerly. It
was not too big for her mouth, thankfully, and plunged deep
into her gaping mouthhole, as she wrapped her lips around
it tightly. Her hair clenched in someone’s fist, she felt
the cock fucking her just exactly as she had imagined it
would. She whimpered, and suddenly the cock withdrew,
to be replaced by another. The musky smell was different,
and it was slightly larger than the first, but it fucked
her just as hard, and she tried to make her mouth tight like
a pussy. This time, the flogger on her already sore bottom,
but she welcomed the sensation, raising her rump high to
meet it. A third cock followed, thicker in girth than the
first two, and her mouth ached to stretch around it. The
growling voice close to her ear again, "Do you like that,
cow? Does that cock taste good in your mouth? We only want
our sweet cow to be happy. And we know how hungry you are to
suck our cocks, because you confessed that to us, like a
good little whore." Shivers again. The voice reached into
her mind and laid her open for them all to see. He was right.
She ached to suck cock. She felt the rush of not knowing whose
it was, not caring. She was flying. Her rump ceased to ache,
and the leather laid across it like kisses now. She sucked
until the cock withdrew, and then without a moment to catch
her breath, she was pushed over onto her back.
The first One again now, "Such a pretty, pliant pet. I think
she needs more cock, gentlemen. A whore like this has to
be violated in every conceivable way." Her hands behind
her neck, she felt thighs straddle her face, and a cock,
she was beyond knowing which, at this point, again thrust
into her mouth. But at the same time, she felt her legs being
tied wide apart, up in the air. It was completely humiliating,
to be exposed just as if she was having a gynecological exam,
to these men who would, she knew, be entering her. Something
warm drizzled down over her gaping slit. She did not know
what it could be. Pee maybe, or oil, or who knew what. Her
ass burned against the floor beneath her. The pumps pulled
and tugged at her nipples, and she could imagine them enlarged
inside the tubes that sucked them.
The third voice now, "Good cow, now we need some inspiration,
in order to proceed. Why don’t you moo for us, like a good
milkslut." She tried to moo, with the cock pumping her throat.
She couldn’t tell how it came out, she was beyond sensing
herself from the outside. But after some period of time
she couldn’t measure, of her mouth being fucked and mooing
as best she could, she felt something slide into her asshole.
She prayed it was the thinner cock, and tensed as it ripped
into her. She screamed, but didn’t know if it came out as
a scream or a moo, as she felt it rending her rump. At some
point, she thought she might be crying, but she could not
know anything for certain now. Only the intensity of being
used and stuffed full of cock. Only the sensation of total
loss of control. And then, the final cock plunged into her
gaping cunt. She came in spasms almost instantly.
She knew she must be screaming, but couldn’t hear anything.
Just waves and waves, one after the other, of total stimulation
overload, lasting long past anything normal or familiar.
And hands, groping her, squeezing her as her nipples were
released from the suction, grasping her teats with rough,
strong hands. They were all speaking now, she thought.
Telling her how sweet her holes wrapped around them. Telling
her what a good milkslut she was. Telling her how beautiful
she looked, giving them herself so totally. Everything
she wanted to hear, as she shook and spasmed in climax that
became the summation of all the pain she had endured up until
then. She ached, but they pumped her mercilessly, until,
one after another, she felt them spew all over her exposed
parts, her face, her teats. The cum was hot and she imagined
that it sizzled as it hit her skin, cold with sweat. She lay
there sobbing, shaking, spent, satiated.
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