Part 2
Cow Cunt's sleep was most fitful and troubled. Her bowels and her belly fought
a continual battle with the dog sperm they contained. Every-so-often an
enormously painful cramp would awaken her and she would feel her stomach muscles
spasm with the pressure of the volume.
The same would occur when a very strong peristaltic wave would en-velope her
bowel. And she would lie quietly weeping with her lower intestine in spasm
trying to force all the fluid out. But these waves would pass and she would
fall off to sleep once again.
Eventually, all of the spasms ceased as an uneasy equilibrium was reached. The
urine catch bag began to fill as her body digested the unholy meal and her
stomach began to return to its former shape.
When she did waken to the spasms, she could still taste, and smell, the sperm.
She knew that her breath as well must have contained the scent.
During the intervening hours, the dogs were removed from the kennel area and
were permitted to roam the grounds freely. It was nearly noon when one of the
"bulls" came in the kennel to awaken Cow Cunt and prepare her for her next meal.
It had been six hours since she was fed the dog sperm.
When her eyes opened she didn't immediately remember where she was, or what had
occurred during the night. She suddenly recalled the entire ordeal and screamed
with the knowledge that this was not merely a bad dream.
She tried to move her arms and legs, but the bonds held fast. Her screams
quickly settled down to an open weeping with the realization that nothing in her
life was under her control any more. She shook with tears and despair.
"Time to get up ho'. I must clean you out and tend to your feeding and I don't
have all day." She looked at him for the first time. He was a huge black man,
at least six and one-half feet tall. His entire body was hairless and well
muscled.
Her screams and subsequent tears caused his penis to become erect and it stood
away from his body at a forty-five degree angle pointing toward the ceiling. It
was a huge cock, at least ten inches long and nearly five inches in
circumference. "Look", he said, "you woke up my Johnson with yo' bitch
yappin'." He grasped his cock and waved it at her.
"Maybe, if you're a good little ho, you and Johnson will dance. It sure as shit
beats fuckin' dogs. And you won't stink like a bitch in heat!"
"Now you behave yo'self and I'll put in a good word with the Master. Mebbe he
won't beat you too bad fo' yo' fuck-ups last night." He laughed as he unlocked
the cage door and began to release her hands and feet.
Cow Cunt felt that now might be her chance! She would be alone with him and if
she was quick..... She saw him close the valve of her Foley and detach it from
the catch bag. "Okay ho', out you go", he snarled as he stood waiting for her
to roll over, get to her hands and knees, and crawl out of the cage, "You have a
busy day lined up and I have cows to fuck. Time be awastin'".
As she rolled to her side, she felt whatever remained of the dog cum roll with
her. Although her belly had shrunk quite a bit, there was still a telltale new
bulge where no existed before. She then started to get to her hands and knees
when she felt the butt plug shift. She grimaced as she felt the pain. Her
asshole throbbed as though her sphincter had a life of its own.
Once on her hands and knees, she noticed that her belly drooped a bit. She also
noted the mitts on her hands and the kneepads on her legs. "Come on out ho' an
git your white bitch, dog fuckin', ass on this here table." When she noticed
the ob/gyn table from last night, all she made a sound that was a low moan and
tears began again. "Oh god no! Please, not again!"
The bull laughed a patted his huge hand on the table and said, "Up bitch! Come
on girl. Up here." She put her hands on the table top and began to pull
herself up. She instantly felt a cramp hit her upper bowel and stomach. "Don't
fret whore. Ole' Landslide will clean you out and then feed you. Now get up
here!"
She finally got onto the table and let him bind her yet again to the ins-trument
of her debasement. "Now listen ho'. No more talkin' lest the Master axes you
sumpin", Landslide said, "udderwise you will regret it serious." He closed the
valve at the end of the butt plug and the one at the end of her feeding tube.
He then removed the tubing in between the two and tossed it in the garbage.
"Oooooooooooooeeeeeeeee you stink ho'. You smell jes' like a dawg", he laughed.
"No wonda da dam dawgs won't leave the kennel dis mornin'." He then went back
to the cage and retrieved the urine catch bag. Cow Cunt laid on the table
weeping yet again. She might have had a chance but she was too weak, too tired,
and too sore to do anything other than what she was told. "Wanna drink ho'?"
She closed her eyes and nodded her head.
"Ah gots a special drink fo' you ho'". He then attached an intravenous stand to
the side of the table near her head and hung the urine filled catch bag from it.
She instantly knew what would follow. He ran the tubing from the bag into the
feed tube and opened the valves. Her urine slowly trickled down the tube.
"Yo' tubin' mus be blocked by some of yo' shit ho'". He then grabbed the grab
in his mighty hands and gave it a strong squeeze. After several moments the
urine suddenly rocketed into her belly and she began to fill. One could see her
belly actually begin to rise as the last six hours worth of pee rapidly filled
her. There was nearly two quarts accum-ulated in the bag from the last
evening's activities.
"You gonna look great when dey knock you up bitch. You gonna get a nice fat
belly. Mebbe it be full of my babies ho", he said laughingly. He then closed
the valves and removed the empty bag but left the stand attached to the table.
"Mebbe that belly be full of pups from de dawgs".
He then wheeled her out of the kennel and into what appeared to be a medical
preparatory room of some sort. The floors and the walls where tiled in white.
Everything that wasn't white was stainless steel and glass. He left her laying
on the table and disappeared behind her out of her field of view.
She heard him fussing behind her. Then she heard water flow. She was very
tired and simply wanted whatever was to be done with her over with. Maybe then
she could get some sleep before the next obscenity was to be performed on her
body. She closed her eyes and moaned softly. At this point there were no more
tears left in her body and with her luck, when there were tears again, they
would probably smell like her pee.
"Open yo' mouth ho'". She opening her eyes to see him standing at her side, his
massive cock pointed directly at her face. She hesitated just long enough for
him to grab her nipple and give it a solid pinch, twisting it severely as he
applied pressure.
She opened her mouth to cry out and he swiftly thrust a huge ring gag into her,
forcing the solid rubber under her tongue and wedging the top of the ring behind
her teeth. Now her mouth was wedged open and there was no way she could
dislodge the ring.
He then gently ran his huge, heavily calloused hand over her belly and smiled
directly into her eyes. "Here be de deal ho'. I gonna clean you out real good.
It kin be easy o' it kin be hard. It be up to you." He then displayed the one
gallon, closed top, enema syringe with its one-inch diameter hose.
Her eyes widened when she understood what was to happen to her. She could only
pray that it would be swift. Fortunately, she could see that the bag was not
completely full. He hung the bag from the stand and coupled the hose to her
butt plug. Landslide then went a retrieved a butterfly vibrator from out of her
line of sight. He placed the vibrator on her pussy, taking great care that the
business end of it rested directly on her clit.
He then opened the valve of the syringe and watched as the warm, and very soapy,
water flowed down the tube and into her. He then thrust his erect penis through
the tight fitting ring gag and said, "Suck ho' or suffa!" She began to cough
and choke but still managed to massage the bottom of his cock with her tongue,
showing him that she was trying to cooperate. "Das my momma bitch ho'".
He reached over and turned on the vibrator causing her to suddenly quake. As
she felt the water begin the enter her, she thought that it felt pretty nice, at
first. Her belly began to rise yet again as the water flooded her bowels.
Suddenly she felt a red hot sting in her rectum as the soap began to have its
desired affect. She would have screamed but for the cock in her mouth and all
that could be heard was her very stifled wailing and moaning. It was then that
she noticed the camera at the corner of the ceiling. She was yet again being
recorded for posterity.
It took less than three minutes for the bag to empty. Landslide merely left it
hanging on the stand as her belly puffed up. He began to massage her belly with
one hand, and play with her nipples with the other. Bet-ween the massaging of
her belly, the rubbing and tugging of her nipples, and the intense vibrations of
the butterfly, and, in spite of the intense pain of her enema, she began to get
turned on.
Landslide kept this treatment up for another five minutes and then removed his
cock from her mouth, almost pulling the ring, and her front teeth, out with him.
He closed the butt plug valve and detached the hose from the bag.
He then bent below her line of sight, running the hose end into a drain in the
center of floor just below her feet. He opened the valve once again and applied
pressure with his hands onto her navel. The water rocketed out of her and down
the drain. She could hear the splashing And smell the fecal odor as she
emptied.
As the vibrator continued to play it lightening fast staccato on her clit, She
watched her belly return almost to its normal shape. "One down and three mo' to
go ho'". She groaned with the though of having to undergo this procedure three
more times. Her belly, rectum and asshole were ablaze from the soap and the
stinging brought tears to her eyes.
Landslide then retrieved two more bags and hung them both on the stand. "Yo
ho'", he said. "You want to do me right an' I'll make these go real quick and
easy". She nodded her head in ascent and he removed the ring gag from her
mouth. "You bite and yo' dawg fuckin' life will be a worse hell then it already
is." She nodded that she understood.
He once again placed his huge cock in her mouth and started the next enema. And
as promised, this one went fairly quickly. She was rapidly approaching a sexual
zenith as the third one finish and was emptying into the drain. At this point
Landslide shut off the vibrator. He looked at her and laughed as she continued
to bounce her ass off the table as if rising to meet his imaginary thrusting
into her.
"De Massa don' want you cummin' before yo' meal ho'", he said as he once again
slipped from her view to ready the fourth and final bag of this cleansing. "An'
I don' wan' you cummin' befor' I does". He was now filling the one-gallon bag
to this brim, mixing in three tablespoons of salt for good measure.
He knew that she might not yet have the ability to take the entire gallon of
fluid but he also knew that the Master wanted stretched enough to do so in short
order. He once again hung the bag and attached the hose. He then placed his
rock hard cock in her face, which she then obediently took into her mouth.
He started his massaging of her nipples and belly as he gently rocked his hips
back and forth. Then he opened the valve of the bag and watched the warm salty
water gently flow down the clear tubing and into her belly. "I gonna tell you a
secret dawg fucker. If ya breathes slowly and deeply, yo' will do betta at dis.
An' iffin' ya' cramps...breathe short puffy breathes till it be gone. You betta
learn quick bitch cause de Massa got plans fo' ya' ho'".
She listened as best she could with the torment of warm water flowing into her.
And now she had to pee again. Her kidneys were rapidly filtering out all the
water absorbed through her intestines. As the flow continued and her belly once
again rose, Landslide turned on the butterfly. Cow Cunt would've jumped clear
off the tabletop had she not been bound.
Landslide was rapidly reaching his climax as he deflated the retention balloon
of her feeding tube. "You betta drink dis stuff down an' down ya dare miss a
drop ho'". He suddenly tensed his ass cheeks and roared a mighty groan as his
huge cock began to empty into her mouth. He shoved the monster down her already
partially block throat and pumped his scum directly into her belly.
Cow Cunt began to cough and choke and turn blue as her air supply suddenly
became block with Landslide's mighty thrust. His sperm began to trickle out of
her one unobstructed nasal passage. He laughed at the sight of this gorgeous
white whore leaking his sperm from her nose. "I usually sees my cum drip from
de pussy. Dis be de firs' time I sees it drip from a white bitch's nose."
He withdrew his still engorged cock from her mouth allowing her to breathe. Cow
Cunt closed her eyes briefly, never before realizing how wonderful it could be
to simply draw air into one's lungs. Her short panting breathes were just what
was called for. The enema bag had drained to a point, but still contained about
one quart of water.
As she began to take the rapid short breathes, her lower belly muscles relaxed,
allowing the water already flooding her to move even further up her intestine.
This enabled the flow of water to continue. Every-so-slowly, but insistently,
the bag continued to empty.
Cow Cunt was close, ever so close. Her passion had steadily risen since the
vibrating butterfly continued its attack on her clit. As Landslide continued to
massage her belly and play with her nipples, she began to mutter softly to
herself. "Come on baby, come on baby, fuck me, do it Do it do it. Make me cum
goddamit. Just a little further baby. Just a little more."
Her mantra did not go unheeded. Landslide watched her as she started to peak.
He smiled and rubbed the head of his shrinking cock across her lips, lubricated
with the remains of his first cum of the day. She instinctively sucked the
massive head into her mouth and started to suck on it as if her life depended on
it.
He loved watching these white trash whores give in to the feeling of being
fucked not just by a hard cock, but by the totally stuffed feeling of a gallon
of water, or whatever, in their whoring bellies. Just as she was about to
climax and explode he shut off the vibrator and firmly pressed his hand on the
area just above her pubic mound.
She screamed as her urine engorged bladder sent a blinding missile of pain
exploding into her brain. She then began to wail and cry and bemoan the fact
that not even her orgasms were her own any longer. Landslide simply stood there
and laughed as she wormed and struggled against all the forces now at work in
her overtaxed body. "Yo ho'. You beginin' to learn who be the boss."
He detached the hose from the syringe after closing the valve and once again, as
poor Cow Cunt lay on the table softy and bitterly weeping, letting the water
drain from her once again. Once the pressure had been relieved, the urgency of
her peeing lessened greatly.
Her body was covered in shiny film of perspiration from her latest or-deal.
Landslide loved this time the most. This was when the whores were so beaten
down by their total lack of control, and their exhaustion, no request made of
them laid beyond the bounds sanity. All one had to do was to promise a mere
moment of peace.
As Cow Cunt rested, and drained, Landslide existed the room. He has more than
adequately fulfilled the Master's orders. Now it was time for the next shift of
devils to be let loose to torment her. It was feeding time. She was sooo
tired, sooo tired. In no time at all, she was asleep. And as she slept, the
videotapes were already being retrieved and prepared for editing, and then
distribution.
The Owner and the husband had finished their lunch and were enjoying the warm
Saturday afternoon's weather when word had come that the new acquisition had
been prepared for her first feeding of the new day. They proceeded to the prep
room where Cow Cunt was sleeping.
When they cast their gaze upon her exhausted fïrm, they both smiled like
children looking at their newest toy. "She really is beginning to smell
ferocious", the husband said to the Owner. "We have only just begun on this
project", replied the Owner, not relaying his thought of how much money he would
make off of her suffering, humiliation, and debasement.
"I think it's time to introduce her to a cow for my herd". The Owner motioned
to the ever-present servant. He approached and the Owner asked that "Butter
Ball" be brought in. The servant rushed off to fetch her. "We are going to
begin several treatments today. The first, of course, will be the weight gain
and hormone feeding. She will receive this feeding once a day for the next
several weeks."
"This meal will consist of seventy-two ounces of stout beer, thirty-six ounces
of heavy cream, and thirty-six ounces of our special cow's milk. The cow's milk
comes from the udders of the ones that have recently given birth. This is our
most valuable milk product. It is extremely rich in fat as well as having a
very high hormonal content."
"The six quarts will be served chilled. Half will be administered orally and
the other half will go in anally. They will be given simultaneously. It will
be placed on a reasonably slow flow so that the entire mixture will take nearly
hour to deliver. We should see results rather swiftly for the digestion time is
far more rapid, and complete, than a simple oral administration."
The husband then inquired when the estrogen and prolactin be injected. "One
step at a time my friend. We must start this feeding now if we hope to have her
available for the evening's festivities". At that mo-ment, Butter Ball came
lumbering into the prep room. "And here comes our latest little bovine super
star."
She moved slowly and with a quite distinct waddle. Her huge belly preceded her
into the room followed by her huge and greatly distended nipples. The line of
her pendulous breasts followed next. Were this scene filmed and played in slow
motion, the viewer would have to wonder if indeed the belly and breasts ever
ended, and if the rest of the body would ever appear.
Butter Ball started her life at the farm at the tender age of sixteen. She was
a runaway found wandering through the village some ten miles away. Needing a
safe place to sleep, a shower, and a good meal, she gladly accepted the
invitation to spend several days at the farm. The woman who had accosted her on
the street was the first owner of the farm (and an openly predatory lesbian).
Butter Ball's original name was Jennifer.
After having spent a week in residence as a guest and sexual partner of the
woman, Jennifer knew the direction her road in life would take. She would do
anything to please her new benefactor, especially after being introduced to the
'herd' of cows. The woman could spot talent, and knew that this chubby little
teenager had the potential for being one of her most prized cows. At five feet
and four inches tall, and one hundred and twenty-five pounds of sixteen-year old
baby fat, the Mistress of the manor foresaw the future of this gorgeous little
girl.
After five years of captivity, this little cow had not only gained over one
hundred pounds, but had produced eight children. She was the first cow to reap
the benefits of the latest fertility drugs and techniques. She was currently
pregnant and four little fetuses have been detected.
The most startling thing about Butter Ball was her new markings. Butter Ball
was in the process of having her entire body tattooed with black patches to
simulate the markings of a cow. Now Butter Ball, who had long ago cast aside
her Jennifer persona, had also cast aside any remote chance of ever returning to
the world she had come from.
This didn't concern her because she would, and often did, anything she could to
bask in the presence of her Mistress, her lover, her Owner, her all. At this
point in time, merely the thought of modifying her body to please her Mistress
would cause her now quite stretched vagina to moisten and flow a river down her
thigh.
She knew the farm was sold to a new owner and that her Mistress was leaving her
at the farm for a one-year period. Her Mistress hoped that she would adjust to
the new Owner while she assisted the new owner in becoming acquainted with the
farm's procedures.
If not, Butter Ball would be permitted to join her only if she proved herself
capable of assisting, and even anticipating, her Mistress' wishes and desires.
She would assist now with the making, and training of Cow Cunt. If she did
well, all would be right. If not, well, she was only her Mistress' whore
anyway.
She strode up to Cow Cunt and smiled an impish smile that, with the cold twinkle
in her eye, let Cow Cunt know that she was in for a serving most foul. Upon
spotting Butter Ball's quite huge and grotesquely tat-tooed body, Cow Cunt let
out with what could only be called a howl of complete disbelief and horror at
the inflexibility her situation.
"Don't worry whore. I am quite sure you will be marked, and then some. We all
get marked, and from what I understand, yours will be quite different and
special". She ran her hand along the flank of Cow Cunt, as though appraising a
piece of canvas that was to be painted on.
"I chose these markings because I knew it would please my Mistress", she said,
bring her tattooed face within a few inches of Cow Cunt. "I wanted to
completely become my Mistress' desired work of art." Cow Cunt, still whining
softly looked at the huge black spot that covered one-quarter of Butter Ball's
face from her fore head hair line down the side of her nose to her cheek bone
and back toward her ear.
There was another huge blot of black covering her right breast and another over
the left side of her huge belly. "I know that the Master has something special
planned for you. Then you will be just as beautiful as me", she added with a
smile.
Cow Cunt howled again and laid her head back on the table with her eyes closed,
another step closer to complete resignation. Just the very thought of a tattoo
permanently marking her smooth pale skin was repellent enough to keep her from
having a rose tattooed on her ankle.
But this.....a pronounced deforming of her entire physical being, was too much.
Once it was done, she was finished. She could never again Travel the sun
lighted roads of normal every day life in society. She would be consigned to
the dark corners of a life no longer under her control, shunned by all those who
she so desperately sought to be among as an extravagant ornament on a
successful, and rich, man's arm.
However, poor Cow Cunt had more immediate problems to worry about. She is to be
left in the charge of this grotesquely marked "cow" And at her complete mercy.
"Master says you must be punished as well as tended to. And I must perform my
duty well so that my Mistress will want me with her again."
"That is enough talking for now Butter Ball", said the Owner. "Come over here
for a moment. I want this gentleman to have a better look at you." Butter Ball
turned toward them and waddled over to stand facing the two. "Assume your
position cow."
Butter Ball immediately placed her hands beneath her pendulous breasts and
raised them toward the Owner. Her eyes were cast downward as she held them away
from her body, in effect offering them to the two men for a taste of what she
had to offer.
The Owner bent his head down toward her left breast and with a smile wrapped his
lips around a nipple. He began to suck the pronounced little length of flesh,
drawing out her sweet, though somewhat watery, milk. As he did this, Butter
Ball closed her eyes and relished the sensation.
The Owner then placed his hand upon her immense belly and began to stroke it.
He lifted his head up and turned toward the husband saying, "Have a taste. She
is a month from being due and the milk is a bit thin, but truly sweet." The
husband bent his head and joined the Owner, suckling on the other breast.
With both men suckling, and rubbing her belly and rump, Butter Ball was
becoming, to say the least, excited. She knew that her moisture was gathering
inside her gapping maw of a cunt and would soon begin to flow down and out of
her.
She began to flush and even tremble with this continued assault on her breasts.
Holding up the huge milk makers was becoming a task, her concentration beginning
to wan. She knew she was a whore, anybodies whore, and the thought excited her
even more.
She had been milked earlier and they quickly drained what had been produced in
the last hour. "Let me show you something", the Owner said to the husband as he
handed the man a latex glove. "Put this on and gently rub your fist along this
cow's cunt".
The husband swiped his knuckles along her huge elongated gash and observed the
flow of lubrication that had accumulated on her lips. He ran his fingers along
the slit again and it flowered open. As he did so, his hand suddenly entered
Butter Ball's now gaping maw. He was so surprised at the occurrence that he
swiftly withdrew his hand and stared at the Owner.
The Owner laughed heartily and said, "It tried to eat you, didn't it? Butter
Ball is so stretched at this point that when she is fully excited, and in heat,
you can put your fist completely into her and not even tax the muscles." As a
demonstration, the Owner swiftly pushed his gloved hand into her and proceeded
to push upward till he had nearly his entire forearm engulfed in her flesh.
Butter Ball uttered a deep throaty moaned and raised her head, eyes closed,
skyward. She was bathing in the glow of being stuffed with the arm of the
Owner. The Owner rapidly with drew his arm bring a flow of vaginal fluid with
him. He walked behind her and with nearly as much speed, and only slightly more
resistance, thrust his lubricated hand up into her rectum.
"Oh my god", immediately came from Butter Ball's lips. She smiled broadly and
said, "That is sooo good". The husband was more than impressed. "Now put your
hand back into her cunt", said the Owner. The husband silently compiled and
slipped his hand back into her somewhat more confined maw. "Now let's shake
hands", said the owner laughingly as Butter Ball came very close to orgasm.
Both withdrew their respective arms and shed the gloves. "I want you to do this
to that filthy whore", said the husband. "I want her cunt destroyed for human
use. I want it to become the size of a sleeping bag. I want her ass hole to be
destroyed as well." The vehemence and hatred simply flowed from him like a
tidal wave rising to crash onto the shore.
Poor Cow Cunt not only witnessed this bizarre demonstration, but also heard her
fate being sealed. Her eyes were reddened from all the tears thus far and she
lay on the table bemoaning her inevitable fate. She shook from head to toe from
the shock of what she had witnessed and began to pray for it all to end.
"I've already begun the distention on her ass hole and urethra. We will start
on her cunt soon enough." Turning toward Butter Ball, who was still trembling
from her minor brush with an orgasm, the Owner said: "I want this whore
punished for her failures yesterday. I also want her to be fed. I leave both
up to your imagination. But be fore warned cow, if you fail to please me with
her punishment, I will tend to yours, personally." "Yes Master", said Butter
Ball. "May I please use two assistants? I cannot physical do what might be
called for and I do want to punish her in a proper way." "Good point my little
cow whore. I will provide you with some help. By the way, I do believe that
this whore needs to have her bladder drained. Show this gentleman how we drain
our whores and cows. But do not touch her flesh in that area Butter Ball."
Butter Ball knew exactly what her Master expected of her. She walked to Cow
Cunt's spread legs and smiled at her. "Hold on for this one sweetness", she
said as she kneeled and grasped the end of the Foley. Her Master did not want
any part of Cow Cunt's vagina touched, as Butter Ball is sometimes want to do
during a draining.
She placed the end of the Foley in her mouth and turned the flow on. The yellow
flow instantly turned the clear tubing yellow. However, Butter Ball stopped the
end in her mouth with her tongue thus preventing relief for the poor suffering
Cow Cunt.
Butter Ball then blew air into the tubing forcing the urine back up into Cow
Cunt. Thus caused her to utter a throaty low moan. Butter Ball again let the
flow rocket toward her mouth only to again force it back into Cow Cunt's
bladder. She did this yet again, only this time she blew some air back in with
the urine causing Cow Cunt to endure a bubbling sensation inside of her tortured
bladder.
The bubbling caused a fit of uncontrolled spasms of Cow Cunt's tortured
sphincter around the base of the butt plug. She also felt the unnerving
sensation of the bubbling inside her navel. In spite of this unspeakable
treatment, Cow Cunt felt herself beginning to turn on.
After doing this three or four more times, Butter Ball, to she great pleasure
found that Cow Cunt was beginning to flush around her throat and breasts. Now,
if she could simply time everything properly, she could blow this lovely whore's
mind.
Cow Cunt was rocking her pelvis toward an imaginary cock. She just wanted a
little stimulation. Merely one little rub on her clit, maybe two, would do the
trick. She could not believe that the freakish Butter Ball could do this to her
so quickly, and without even touching her. She wanted to simply die. She could
not stand another betrayal by her own baser instincts.
Butter Ball now saw that she had raised a swelling just beneath Cow Cunt's
belly. The air, plus the additional urine her body had manu-factured, had
caused this occurrence. Cow Cunt was awash with the pain emanating from her
bladder but the sensual torture of the bubbling had done something so very
unexpected to her.
As she rocked her pelvis, driving the butt plug up toward her spine and back
toward her cunt, Cow Cunt's labia began to flower. A line of moisture began to
develop along the edges still sealed, but slowly opening. I personally thought,
upon viewing the tapes, that the sight reminded me of dew on the petals of a
flower in the early chilled morning air.
Butter Ball felt the time was right and now she took in a huge mouthful of urine
and spat it back up the tubing. The fluid rocketing into Cow Cunt completely
arched her back and bottom off the table. It elicited a cry from somewhere deep
in her soul as a small part of who she was disappeared, forever.
At this moment she was a slab of meat, a non-thinking biomass, with the one
basic, instinctive, impulse to orgasm! Butter Ball suddenly began to drink the
urine down, as rapidly as she could. Within three huge gulps she had managed to
collapse Cow Cunt's bladder.
That was all that the whore needed as her entire body tensed with such force
that Butter Ball thought she would break into two pieces. Cow Cunt's orgasm was
so terribly strong and overwhelming that she managed to crack a molar! She
groaned rather than cried out and the groan was from the most guttural center of
her soul. Butter Ball closed the valve and sat on her haunches and, with
lowered eyes, gave her brightest Cheshire smile.
Trembling still with the strength of her orgasm, Cow Cunt began to weep softly
and almost inaudibly. They had her now. They could cause her to orgasm at
their pleasure and with no regard to her circumstance. The Owner and her husband
walked up along side of her and, with radiant smiles and ice-cold glares,
laughed into her face, and at her tears. "You are such and whore", said the
Owner. "Any foul and perverse act will get you off. Isn't that true whore?"
The Owner turned and left the room with the husband. "Butter Ball is such an
incredible masochist that she actually looks forward to being punished. The
only saving grace is that she does want to be with her Mistress after the year
is up and she will want to please. I fear I am too lenient with that one.
None-the-less, she will do justice to this situa-tion"
Shortly after the two men exited the room, two of the farm's assistants entered
the room. Both worked full time at the farm and their services were paid for
with money and use of the facilities. One, the black one, was a former member
of a street gang. He was hired for his viciousness, his great strength, and his
ability to learn and follow commands.
The second man, a local resident who now resided at the farm, was quite
knowledgeable in medical procedures of various sorts. He originally trained,
and worked, as a nurse practioner for a doctor of internal medicine. He
currently assisted the doctor that oversaw the health of the herd, and the
administration of extreme punishment, or torture, of the cows in residence, and
the slaves in attendance.
They were both aware of Butter Ball's unusual status on the farm and they
greeted her casually, almost as a colleague. "We are beginning the hi-cal
weight gain formula now. And I want to add a few new twists for this whore. My
Master wants her punished and I have a few ideas. Anyone want to play?", asked
Butter Ball.
They smiled and began to make ready the preparations. The black man, who's name
was Carl, brought in the formula. The stout, hormone-laden human cows milk, and
heavy cream was freshly prepared and placed into a portable refrigerator of
unique design. The refrigerator was top loading and the door was clamped
tightly shut to maintain the pressurization of the beer. There were two spigot
outlets at the bottom of the unit that adapted to the one-inch diameter of the
hosing.
The entire unit was seated atop a four-foot tall rolling cart. The
refrigeration compressor also fed into the top to insure that the liquid
contained within would flow in spite of lack of height. This unit was placed
alongside of Cow Cunt and the electrical cord was plugged into the wall.
The hoses were quickly connected to the unit and in turn to our little Cow Cunt.
The pressure was allowed to build up just enough to allow for a slow and steady
flow. The whore was clean inside so that no obstacles would be encountered.
The estimated time till pressure equalization (the pressure to fill would be
equal to the pressure to expel) Would occur in about fifteen to twenty minutes.
After all, six quarts would be quite a first meal and nobody expected her to
take such a volume the first time out. What would happen is that the pressure
equalization would keep a constant inflowing force to event-ually occur,
especially as the stout worked its magic and forced her muscles to relax.
Next, the electrodes were attached to her nipples and clit using the
butterflies. The butt plug wire was fastened in place. The belly grid was
taped back onto her abdomen using care to place the right strips where
indicated. The transformer cart was brought over and the wiring was attached to
the proper outlets. All of this occurred in less then five minutes.
And now for the moment of truth: Little Butter Ball powered the unit up and set
the level by observing the reaction Cow Cunt had to the current. The butterfly
vibrator was set in place although that was not turned on. Butter Ball then
walked up to Cow Cunt's head and brought her face close enough to whisper in her
ear.
"You are going to learn to love this whore. We all learn to love this. We
learn to live for this sweetie." With that said, Butter Ball opened the clamps
to the hoses and watch the dark brown creamy mixture begin to rocket into Cow
Cunt.
Cow Cunt's entire body seemed to almost levitate as the cold thirty-three degree
entered her. She moaned as she felt the tingle of the carbonated beer flow into
her belly and bowels simultaneously. Her belly and bowels were already
beginning to spasm from the current running though, and the ice-cold mixture
beginning to flood.
"Please band her breasts Carl", said Butter Ball. "I want her teats to learn
about saline. No sense prolonging what will occur anyway." Carl immediately
pulled two two-inch wide, black, rubber bands from out of a drawer and proceeded
to place them around the base of each breast after temporarily removing the
nipple clamps.
The bands were only had a diameter of three inches. Once they were opened
enough to fit down the breast, with Rod (the other assistant) holding the breast
up by its nipple, they were snapped tightly around the base. This brought more
than an abbreviated yelp from our whore.
Rod then went to a glass doored cabinet and retrieved several vials of an
eight-percent saline solution and a five hundred cubic centimeter hypo-dermic
syringe topped with a sizable eighteen gauge, three and one-half inch epidural
spike. She would certainly feel this one. Rod proceeded to fill the hypodermic
with an entire vial of the saline. He then turned toward Cow Cunt and let her
eyes cast upon the ominous looking device.
"Uuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh.......", Suddenly came from the throat of Cow Cunt. "She
must be starting to feel the beer!", exclaimed Butter Ball with a broad smile.
"Feel all that bubbly going into you baby? Wait till your belly warms it up and
the gases start expanding. You'll love that. You'll be sooo full and bloated
and you'll look sooo preggers."
"In the meantime, to keep you awake and on top of things, we have something very
special for you." Butter Ball gave Rod a nod to begin injecting the saline
solution into Cow Cunt. Rod approached Cow Cunt's prone body and brought the
needle to her breast.
Cow Cunt barely noticed. Her head was being to swim as the alcohol began to
enter her blood stream. She began to have the taste of the beer in her mouth
along with the creaminess of the milk and cream. Suddenly she felt a sting in
her right teat as the needle punctured the skin and began its journey into her
breast meat.
Her mind continued to cloud even as she felt several move stings at various
locations as Rod injected small amounts of saline into her now swollen and red
colored breasts. The constriction of the blood flow to the mounds caused her
great pain at first, but now the alcohol was beginning to dull that aching.
Rod had emptied the contents of the first vial and now loaded the second in
preparation for his attack on her left mound. As he began that assault, Cow
Cunt began to moan in pain. The salt was beginning to cause enough pain to
break through her alcoholic stupor. Rod swiftly executed the same pattern of
injections into Cow Cunt's left breast and in short order, the syringe was again
emptied.
The saline irritant was beginning to cause her right breast to swell and the
pain was increasing almost geometrically. Cow Cunt managed to utter a somewhat
stifled scream as the breast began to swell and turn a light shade of purple.
"I thought that would wake you up a bit sweetie. After all, we wouldn't want
you to miss the effects of all the hard work Mr. Rod is putting into your
punishment", offered Butter Ball.
Rod refilled the syringe and now approached Cow Cunt's nipples. He loved this
part the most. The pain would be excruciating and contin-uous as the salt burnt
the raw flesh beneath the skin. The best part was that the swelling could last
for two or three days and the pain would continue, in ever lessening degrees,
for the duration of the swelling.
Rod now plunged the needle through the center of Cow Cunt's right nipple and
injected several small amounts as he with drew that painful spike. He added a
small amount directly into the nipple itself for good measure. He then
performed the same procedure to her left nipple.
Cow Cunt was now fully aware of the ever-growing fires starting to generate from
her breasts. She began to struggle against her bonds. Had her hands been free
she would have attempted to tear the two mounds from her chest.
She cried and screamed as best she could hoping that these monsters would have
mercy upon her and give her some antidote to this hellish fire growing deep
within her amply flesh. Of course, there was no antidote and, of course, she
would have to bear the pain to its conclusion.
Through her still swimming vision, she could actually see her teats swell before
her very eyes. And now her belly was rapidly catching up, swelling not simply
from the mixture being flowed into her, but from the expanding carbonation of
the stout.
Rod went and refilled the syringe a third time. This dosage was ear marked for
her other end. Fortunately for him, her labia began to flower as the alcohol
took affect. He asked Butter Ball to gently pull at the flushed fleshy lips to
further stimulate them into blossoming.
Rod then began to inject her labia, inner and outer, with the saline solution.
Cow Cunt felt as though a colony of fire ants were now attacking her cunt. In
no time at all, her lips were swollen to such and extent that one now had
trouble viewing her slit.
"You can smell the beer from her cunt", he said with a laugh. She really smells
the same at both ends now." Saving the best for last, Rod then pierced Cow
Cunts clit with the needle and injected a healthy dosage of saline into it.
Cow Cunt had never felt such pain before in her life. Even the alpha dog, when
he pulled his swollen knot from her pussy, didn't cause such pain. And she
thought he tore her delicate flesh causing such pain. She now felt as though
someone had pored hot grease onto, and into, the most sensitive, and delicate,
flesh on her body.
She screamed and screamed as her body continued to burn and swell from the
service given her by this hellish trio of monsters. What she could see of
herself no longer was recognizable. Her breasts, and nipples, had already
swollen to such an extent that she feared they would burst open like
over-ripened fruit.
Her "meal" continued to flow into her causing the skin on her greatly enlarged
belly to shine with tautness. The flow was rapidly beginning to approach
equilibrium and waves to cramps began to wash over her as though her belly, and
bowels, were being punched in the most tender of places. The pain in her breasts
and pussy made it impossible to control her breathing to relieve the cramping.
She had no idea what her pussy must look like, but she prayed that they would
excise the offending flesh from her body. Her mind was nothing but a massive
ball of exploding white flashes of pain.
The only saving grace was that the electrical current still flowed through her,
helping her muscles accommodate the massive feeding. But even this minor
accommodation was not to last. As the equilibrium pressure point was reached,
the electrode strips were pulled from her belly. Now only the wiring leading to
her butt plug was attached. But his was to change. Butter Ball had other plans
in mind.
"What's the problem whore? Are you not feeling well?" Butter Ball spoke with a
mock sincerity as she frowned and made a saddened face at Cow Cunt. "Don't
worry sweet heart. We haven't even started having fun yet." She laughed as she
approached Cow Cunt with a sewing needle used to bind and mend leather. "You
are gonna love this whore."
With that, Butter Ball reached out toward Cow Cunts grotesquely swollen pussy
and grasping the now exposed clit, plunged the needle though it's side. Cow
Cunt howled in pain and bucked upward against her bonds, as the salt seared
little nubbin, now clearly one-half inch in length, was speared completely
through.
Now Butter Ball did the same to both of Cow Cunts nipples. This again set off a
barrage of screams and tears. Her nipples no longer even resembled nipples.
They looked more like small purple colored plums; over-ripened and ready to
burst. Butter Ball then attached wires to the ends of the three needles and
started the flow of electricity through them.
Cow Cunt's body no longer looked human. Her breasts had swollen tremendously,
along with her belly and her pussy. She looked like some cartoonist's idea of
what a pregnant woman in her tenth month should look like. She had cried so
profusely from all of the unrelenting pain that her tears had puddle on the
tabletop.
Butter Ball had disappeared into the adjoining room and quickly returned holding
three leather straps. She handed a strap to each of the assistants and kept the
third for herself. The straps were one-quarter inch thick and one and one-half
inches wide. "Okay sweetums, punish-ment time!"
The current was turned up until Cow Cunt's body began to spasm un-controllably.
Butter Ball stood between Cow Cunt's outstretched legs and the assistants stood
on either side of the prone Cow Cunt. Butter Ball smiled, giggled a bit, and
then said to Cow Cunt: "May a wish whore." Butter Ball drew her arm back and
swung the strap overhead and downward.
The strap fell squarely on poor Cow Cunts swollen labia and clit. Cow Cunt's
mouth opened wide but no sound developed. She was no longer able to scream.
Her throat had become hoarse and raw from her treat-ment up to this point. The
pain overwhelmed her and flooded her entire being. Every nerve in her body,
every inch of flesh, every part of her soul, was on fire and the fire continued
to burn hotter and hotter.
Butter Ball's stoke signaled the onslaught of strokes to the whore's still bound
and horribly swollen breasts and her now ever expanding belly. Cow Cunt screamed
and screamed as blow after blow fell. As soon as her felt the horrible slap to
one part of her body, another, and yet another blow, would fall to other parts.
Her breasts, now a reddish purple, began to mark with strips from the belt's
edge as Rod wailed away at her. Her belly, taught and shiny with distention
from being feed through both ends, began to criss-cross with bright red marks.
When her pussy had charred to an almost desen-sitized aching, Butter Ball then
began to strike the soft and tender flesh of her inner thighs.
Cow Cunt became hoarse after several minutes of the strapping and yet it
continued. Her face was swollen from her tears and her fore head became a mask
of pain-etched furrows. Mucus ran from her nose and her was now sweating
profusely. Within a very short time, our whore had managed to age ten years,
and the day was still very young.
The beating continued and the trio began to tire. Cow Cunt no longer made any
noise. She stared wide-eyed and with mouth agape and merely flinched as the
belts struck. Butter Ball thought it best that they rest for a while before
continuing with the punishment. She turned the current back down to a level
that would relax the stomach and bowel muscles and provide some pleasurable
stimulus to the whore's nipples, clit, and anus. Cow Cunt shut her eyes and let
the alcohol take her away from this hell, for now.
When Butter Ball noticed that she was even more than asleep and in a totally
unconscious state, she decided that a change of position was in order. Carl and
Rod were dripping sweat and flushed. Certainly a bit of a break was in order.
When she announced to the two men that she wanted to change the position, Carl
came up to her a grasped a handful of the short cropped blond hair on Butter
Balls head.
"A change of position is fine you fat bitch whore", said Rod. "How about you on
your hands and knees and our cocks in your mouth." He smiled most wickedly.
Butter Ball smiled broadly ad laughed as she got down on all fours and said,
"All ya need to do is ask sweet heart."
Both men knew that they would barely feel anything in this cow's stretched, and
nearly, for human use, ruined cunt and ass hole. But the cock sucking
abilities of the cowherd was the stuff of legends. While Carl partook first,
Rod was content to pull on her nipples and play with her quite ample ass and fat
cunt.
While the "break" was in session, the fluid continued to slowly, and
unrelentingly, flow into Cow Cunt. Her belly was huge. The last three enemas
had cleared her out fairly thoroughly and permitted the liquid to enter her
intestines so deeply that had she been conscious, she would have tasted the beer
and creams.
As it was, her stomach was truly feeling the strain of not simply the mixture
flowing in from her nose tubing, but also from the stuff flowing up from her ass
hole. The only open valve to any relief was her bladder, which was rapidly
filling again with urine.
She lay there and filled till an uneasy equilibrium was achieved between her
stomach and her intestines. There was barely a quart and one-half of the
mixture left in the cooler. Her belly had her appear to be eight months
pregnant and her breathing was most shallow as her belly ate up all the room in
her abdomen and began to infringe on her dia-phragm. Butter Ball sucked off each
of the assistants twice and in the interim managed to taste their ass holes as
well. But she figured that happy help would happily help her please all
involved. And anyway, she had become so enamored with the taste of sperm that
it would be hard to tell who was doing whom a favor.
As luck would have it, Rod suddenly became creative. "Watch this folks", he
said as he retrieved additional tubing and a large one-gallon collapsed, clear
plastic feedbag. He attached the tubing to the end of Cow Cunt's Foley and ran
it to the feedbag. He then put the feedbag on the floor and opened the flow
valve. Urine shot through the tubing and began to slowly expand the feedbag.
"Now that I have your attention, watch this!" He then placed the bag up into
the cooler and left the top ever so slightly ajar. "When the bag begins to
fill, and the liquid begins to chill, we can have so real fun waking her up", he
said with a wicked smile.
"Can we change her position now", asked Butter Ball. "Wacha gots in mind baby",
said Carl. "I want to suspend her so that everything hangs down. Let's really
give her a stretching. Just image what that belly and those teats will look
like with a little help from gravity", Butter Ball laughed.
The two men laughed as well and begin to arrange this for their pregnant cow
whore. For all they knew, either one of them could be the father. What's nice
about the knocked up whores at the farm is that nobody really cares about
civilities such as that. Carl undid Cow Cunt's bonds as Rod brought over two
harnesses he remembered were in the cow shed next door.
The first harness, made of saddle leather and pieced together by brass buckles,
was made to fit between the breasts and over the shoulders. The breasts fit
through the two very tight circles that comprised the front. The other harness
consisted of two leather loops, one for each leg, and a strap connecting the two
loops that would run across the small of the back.
These harnesses were used to properly place whores such as Cow Cunt beneath the
belly of a bull, or a horse, when the amusement of the day would be animal
fucking. They would serve quite well for Butter Ball's purposes. Once in
place, Cow Cunt could, and was attached to two hooks in the ceiling using rope
to suspend her at nearly the same level as the table had her.
Once suspended, the table was taken out from under her and set off to the side.
Just as Butter Ball expected, Cow Cunt's belly and teats now plunged downward
several additional inches. This was just the position needed to drain the final
quart and one-half of mixture from the cooler.
When Rod heard the gurgling of the hose emptying, he swiftly shut the valve on
the butt plug after pinching and sliding his fingers down the length to push the
last few drops in. She had finally taken the entire mixture. Though most of
the fluid went into her ass hole, her belly was quite full. He then took down
the cooler and watched as addition urine quickly drained from the unconscious
whore.
Cow Cunt's head drooped and Rod, being a bit worried about her air passage being
cut off, decided to open her mouth and run the rope between her teeth and up to
one of the many hooks in the ceiling. He could not understand the attraction of
such high maintenance pro-perties. He much preferred the tie 'em up and put 'em
in the closet during the day and then take 'em out at night and fuck with them.
What Rod and Carl, and some of the others, didn't understand is that a cow such
as Butter Ball would produce, especially with today's advan-ced fertility
techniques, and drugs, thirty babies or more. Each white baby could sell for as
much as thirty thousand dollars. Each pint of fresh mothers best milk could
sell for up to twenty-five dollars (still warm in the container. Then there
were significant rental fees, the videos, and now DVDs, specialty impregnations
(for the infertile who wanted "instant family" without all the mess and hassle).
One can see that the significant amount of time put into the devel-opment, and
now breeding, of the human cow pays off most hand-somely. Cow Cunt, unbeknownst
to her, and those around her, would one day set the record for the most multiple
births with three sets on quintuplets and four sets of quadruplets as well as
triplets and twin births.
The trio let Cow Cunt rest for about an hour suspended the way she was. Then
Butter Ball checked the feedbag in the cooler and saw that there was nearly two
pints of urine in the bag. Her belly had grown a bit more, even as the fluid
drained through her body. This was due to all of the carbonated gas that was
released as the stout warmed in her bowels and belly.
Sweat was running off of her body as the digestive systems swung into their
highest gear. This was also the reason that she was producing urine so much
more rapidly then with a usual high volume water enema. The fact that there was
no other outlet from her body then sweating and peeing.
Suddenly, the unthinkable nearly happened. They heard her groan through her
unconsciousness and suddenly there was a release of pent up gas from the beer.
One could hear her pass the gas through the side of the butt plug. There was a
very minor lease of fluid accompanying the flatulence but that was quickly taken
care of with a single piece of paper toweling.
Though the seal on her ass hole was still holding, it was now suspect. To
prevent a major accident, and the same treatment being given to Butter Ball, she
quickly reattached and inflation bulb and gave the plug three more squeezes of
air. Only a small moan was elicited from Cow Cunt. "After today, she will
certainly be ready for the next size up. Her Foley can stay in a while longer",
commented Rod.
Carl checked to make sure that the needles in Cow Cunt's nipples and clit were
rewired and connected properly. "Ah guess we should be givin' de ho' a wake up
call." He laughed as he raised the near frozen feedbag with urine over his head
to be hung from the ceiling. "Just make sure that she gets no more than a pint
and one-half. We don't want to burst her bladder", said Rod.
The trio gathered around Cow Cunt, straps in hand, and prepared for the upcoming
screams. Butter Ball upped the electrical current running into Cow Cunt till
she heard a low throaty moan. She thought how lovely it would be to have the
whore orgasm in the midst of her pain and she knew that at its current level,
the electricity could do just that.
Rod opened the valve to the Foley after bleeding the air out of the bag and
tubing. The ice-cold urine rocketed into the supine whore at amazing speed. As
soon as the frigid urine hit her bladder, Cow Cunt's eyes opened wide and she
let out with the most lovely scream imagin-able. After approximately six
hundred cubic centimeters of urine ran into Cow Cunt's already abused bladder,
the valve was closed.
Cow Cunt felt as though an explosion in her bladder occurred. The pain from the
freezing pee was overwhelming and needle sharp. She yelled and begged as best
she could with the rope between her teeth. The tears began again and fell to the
floor in a puddle. One thing about excess hydration in the body is that tears
never cease to fall.
There was a noticeable bulge from her bladder forming just below her belly's
ending and her pubic mound's beginning. If one looked closely, the spasms of
her bladder and the surrounding tissues could be observed. It was at this point
that Butter Ball began to strap Cow Cunt on her ass. Carl and Rod followed suit
as their straps fell across the whore's back.
Cow Cunt screamed again and again as the strapping continued. As her back began
to redden, and then turn crimson, the trio stopped briefly as Rod took the
feedbag down and let the warmed urine drain back. Once it mixed with the still
chilled urine, he re-hung the bag and let it flow into the whore's bladder
again.
They repeated this cycle until Cow Cunt's entire back, ass, and legs were
criss-crossed with stripes. Then Butter Ball noticed that the whore was indeed
feeling the overwhelming effects of the electricity and her cunt was indeed
becoming juicy again.
Cow Cunt was in hell at the moment. The pain in her bladder was unspeakably
torturous and the renewed beating had caused her bowels to begin cramping again.
Spittle fell on the floor to puddle along with her tears. Her cries of pain and
mercy where of no avail as the strapping continued. All she seemed to be doing
is exciting the trio into more of frenzy.
When they found no place on her once pristine back unmarked, Butter Ball began
to up stroke with her strap. She hit the area where Cow Cunt's over filled
bladder was in spasm and the poor tortured whore managed to make her body bounce
up from its position at least three inches. The second blow fell on her still
horribly swollen and burning labia and clit. The men set their marks on her
bloated belly and saline filled breasts. The poor whore screamed herself hoarse
yet again.
Will there be no end to the pain thought Cow Cunt. Her entire body was now
ablaze with the never-ending pain being inflicted upon her. She suddenly began
to succumb to the buzzing, tickling, and teasing feeling in her nipples and her
clit.
She had gone to that secret place that people go to when the stimulation of pain
becomes over whelming. She no longer felt the pain of the straps as she had
earlier. The striking belts now felt almost like kisses to her body as she
concentrated on the heat developing in her body.
Though still in an alcoholic stupor, which was beginning to lessen, Cow Cunt
suddenly had a moment of clarity. She escape exit had been found and she ran
for it with reckless abandon. She began to become aroused as never before. Her
body was over stimulated and the only escape route was to orgasm.
Butter Ball knew that the whore was very close to peaking. The moist-ure from
her vagina was starting to run down her thighs and drip onto the floor. As I
stated before, over hydration can be fun (if one remains aware of electrolyte
levels).
Cow Cunt was covered again in sweat. It seemed to her that her entire body was
a sponge and these evil monsters were wringing every drop of moisture out of
her. But the moisture never ended and it seems that the more they wrung from
her, the more there was to replace that loss.
She was so very close now. The buzzing feeling in her clit and nipples was very
strong. She had been able to finally focus in on the waves of pleasure as the
strapping of her belly and teats continued without abatement. Her body was
trembling and vibrating like a tuning fork struck against another metal surface.
"Just a little more, just a little closer, please...make me cum...please!!!"
This was her new mental mantra. She was at the edge now and struggling to fall
into the blissful abyss of orgasm. Butter Ball sensed this and, with one mighty
upward stroke, hit the whore squarely on her swollen bladder, labia, and clit.
Rod upped the current running into Cow Cunt, which instantly caused her
sphincter to begin spasming around the butt plug.
That was all Cow Cunt needed as she rocketed over the edge into an orgasm of
monumental proportions. Her body shook and rocked as the sweat flew off of her
and onto the floor, and the administering trio. She made a noise, not quite a
scream because of her hoarseness, which seemed to come from somewhere deep
inside of her soul.
She rocked and rolled in the suspension that held her body and wave after mighty
wave of orgasm swept over her. The trio stood there and laughed as they
watched, and indeed envied, the powerful series of orgasms that jolted and
racked her body. Finally, exhausted from the ordeal served her, Cow Cunt
slipped back into blissful unconsciousness.
