Day 3 – The Farm

On the third day, Mr. Reginald Kane had something far more depraved in mind.

After using your mouth to wake him and drinking from your heavy breasts during breakfast, he looked at you with dark hunger and said:

“Today, I want to see just how much of a bitch Dorothy has turned you into. I’m taking you to my private farm.”

The drive was long and silent. You sat naked in the back of his luxury SUV, collar attached to a ring on the seat, your DDD breasts bouncing with every turn of the road.

When you arrived at the sprawling private farm, Mr. Kane led you out of the car completely naked except for your pink gold collar. The farm was isolated, surrounded by high fences. Several large animals were visible in the spacious pens.

He walked you on your leash across the property until you reached a large, open barn with soft hay on the ground.

“Today,” he said, voice low and commanding, “you’re going to be a real farm whore for me.”

He started with the dogs — three large, muscular mixed breeds. They immediately recognized a bitch in heat. One after another, they mounted you aggressively, fucking your ass and mouth with wild, animalistic thrusts. Their knots swelled inside you as they pumped load after load of hot cum deep into your body.

Next came the pigs. Two large boars took turns mounting you, their thick, corkscrew cocks twisting inside your ass and throat. The sensation was filthy and overwhelming. You moaned and drooled around them while Mr. Kane watched, stroking himself slowly.

Then the bulls.

Mr. Kane had you bent over a specially built breeding stand. The first bull was massive. His enormous cock stretched you wider than anything you had ever taken. You screamed around the bell on your tongue as he bred you with powerful, heavy thrusts, flooding your insides with thick bull cum. A second bull followed shortly after, using you just as brutally.

Finally, the horse.

Mr. Kane led a tall, muscular black stallion into the barn. He had you positioned carefully on a padded breeding bench. The horse’s massive, flared cock was guided to your entrance. You cried out in shock and pain as the enormous head pushed inside you, stretching you to your absolute limit. The horse thrust hard, driving deeper than anything humanly possible, while Mr. Kane held your leash and watched with intense satisfaction.

The horse fucked you for a long time, his huge balls slapping against you. When he finally came, the flood of thick, hot horse cum was overwhelming — it gushed out of you in heavy spurts even while he was still inside.

By the end of the day, you were a complete wreck.

Lying in the hay, covered head to toe in animal cum, piss (Mr. Kane had made you drink from several of them), and dirt. Your holes were gaping obscenely. Your breasts were red and sore from being sucked and squeezed. Your long pink hair was matted with filth.

Mr. Kane crouched beside you, stroking your hair almost gently.

“You truly are an impressive little bitch,” he said. “Dorothy has trained you perfectly. The deal is as good as signed.”

He carried you back to the villa, cleaned you roughly with a hose, and spent the rest of the night fucking your exhausted, animal-used body while praising how well you performed.