They Ensure No One Escapes

“SHIT!!!” Samjit tried to launch into a run, he had been heavily entranced with the soul shedding fucking, having watched it closely as his body tingled euphorically where he had been spray by milk earlier.

But he had not lost all his common sense. As he watched he had slowly slid along the walls, shifting ever carefully closer to where he could bolt by the fucking beasts. He wrote off his wife, accepting clearly that she was no longer the woman he married 15 years ago. Beyond the physical changes she now looked like she was barely an 18 year old.

As Samjit felt his legs thrust him in to a bolt he didn’t dare to look back. Angry bovine bellowing erupting for mere moments before a loud thunderous hoof clopped down on the floor behind him.

The very floor seemed to ripple underneath Samjit in response, staggering his run as a new wall emerged from the floor before him. Enclosing the only way out for only a moment before the cracked wall blocking the door crumbled and gave way into a quickly dispersing dust cloud.

Stumbling forward Samjit crashed into the wall, collapsing to the floor with **** screams and curses at his escape having suddenly been foiled. He sobbed desperately, not wanting to turn and see who, or rather what was approaching.

Veronica and Betty smiled and shifted positions to flank Amendeep as Eric demonstrated the gift he had over the Idol’s corrupted ground. Amendeep looked to her fellow cows, smiling in delight, eager for their next act. Taking her husband’s soul.

As the trio approached Amendeep moaned lavishly, bot hands slowly stroked pleasurably upon her udder's phallic tips. Slowly milk spurt free, further, and more controlled with each stroke, Betty and Veronica joining her.

“WHAT THE…” Samjit screamed as he felt the first sprays hot him. “STOP! WHY!?” His distressed shouts and screams were responded to with even more pleasured moans and groans, and stronger better aimed sprays.

As their corrupt milk squirted upon his face Samjit sputtered it from his lips, trying to spit the pooling beads away from his mouth. The sputtering and spitting grew more as some of the spray landed closer to the opened mouth, splattering in.

Before long Samjit was sure he wanted to spit it out, even as he knew he was licking it from his lips. His tongue slipping to hang out openly each instant Samjit didn't consciously think about keeping his mouth shut.

He struggled with the strange warm dampness, weighing hos clothes yet feeling eerily relaxing as it seeped through to his body.

Fighting the squinting he had begun to keep the milk from his eyes he gazed strangely hungrily at the gorgeous hucows milking themselves upon him. He told himself he was doing it only to see what was going on, deep inside he knew he wanted them to see him gazing up for more. Mouth open, and hungry for more.

Samjit fought his hands as they grabbed and tugged on the clothes, questioning in disbelief if he really was sittting upright, mouth agape, milk pooling from a squirt aimed at the back of his throat inside. Swallowing it, Samjit found himself in disbelief, the rich liquid flowing so smoothly and delightfully he couldn't help but crave more.

He no longer questioned, why, or what he was doing, turning on all fours between the three women crowded over him, milking their udders inches from his face into his mouth, onto his face, hair, and body.

And he couldn’t help but turn for more.

Where he expected to feel sick to his stomach he felt warm and full, craving more even as he felt a strange hungry void deep in his stomach, no…. His stomach felt slightly swollen. His chest weighted forward. His skin itched with desire to be felt and touched, his mind holding its resistant ground by pinning them to the ground firmly. Not wanting to question what was happening to him, or learn what he admitted he was enjoying.

As his head finally leaned forward, lips taking hold of the phallic tip on the udder. Suckling tight and fueling rejoice as his mouth filled with more of the potent corrupting nourishment.

Closing his eyes Samjit resisted concern, thoughts and question. “Mmmmm…..” The pleasant moan resonated in his chest, his mind denying he'd made the sound. As his tongue explored across the udder to the next tip to suck from.

As a hand gently stroked between his hair, bobbing him slightly Samjit felt encouraged. A quiet voice rejoicing as he felt the sprays upon him come to an end. A deep concern quickly forgotten as the quiet voice grew louder.

More for us to drink.

Before longer Samjit fought as his eyes resisted his holding them shut to open, gazing to the yellow haired white cow as he lunged forward to suck upon her udder.

“Mmm…” Betty moaned in appreciation, her own hand stroking Samjit’s hair as he gazed up with need.

No… He couldn’t! Samjit clenched his eyes shut, his resistance slowly losing hold on anchoring his arms as his broken will was eroded further by the glimpse of just what he was doing. Shielding itself by not looking, his hands soon explored the girl's legs, feeling wet pussies, as his hands gently grasped and tugged on the udders he wasn’t currently drinking from.

“Aren’t they wonderful?” The hypersexualized voice of his former wife asked as he blindly took his first suck upon Veronica’s udder.

“MMmmm…. Absolutely wonderful.” Veronica replied grabbing a fistful of Samjit’s hair provoking a pleasured eye opening gasp. “We might make something out of the coward yet.” Veronica smiled, chuckling as she saw realization dawn upon Samjit’s face.