Chattel

"I-I'm some kind of cow?" Your voice is small and you swallow hard. The moment the words are out of your mouth though a fire seems to light in Mr Williams' eyes. Though he was first to call you chattel, to hear you call yourself a cow seems to have had a powerful effect on him.

"That's right," he leans in, kissing your neck. "You're MY cow." He bites down, hard, one of his hands moving to a breast and squeezing tight.

"Mr Williams! You're hurting me!"

"And see how wet it makes you!"

His fingers drive between your legs. You're still sensitive and sore from the loss of your viriginity, but Mr Williams' words hold true as his thick fingers slide along your labia before pushing deep in, making you moan.

"A man has a reason to be gentle with a girl, but a cow is a different matter."

Everything he did before was him being gentle!? You shudder and moan at the very idea that he can be rougher with you, your body responding to the pain and his possessive grip.

"What's gonna happen to me?" You ask, the question tumbling out without much thought.

"You're never leaving here." Mr Williams explains, slapping your breasts and making you squeal before pulling your legs apart. "You're going to disappear from the world and not a single person is going to ask where you went." He thrusts deep inside of you once again and you moan in ectasy as he pushes too hard, your hurting body welcoming the fresh ****. "I'm going to collar you, brand you and breed you! I'll get my heir out of that womb of yours, and see to it that you make me a lot of pretty little daughters I can sell. No-one will ever treat you like a human again!"

He hurts you and dehumanizes you. It's like everything he'd done so far was a warm-up to forcing you to accept your place as a cow. But he didn't need to **** you at all, though you certainly enjoy it. What little thinking your brain ever did gets harder and harder, and it's clear you'll be doing even less of it in the future. When he began to spank your ass and order you to moo it took you a few tries to shape your cries and moans into the right sound, but once you did, it became the only thing to echo in your little cow head.

"Moooo..."