The Frame

Carter continues to lead you and the other cows over to the frame. You go around to the back and see that there are many rows separated by bar-walls. Carter begins to guide a cow into each stall. Your mind still hazy from your denied orgasm, you dumbly follow Carter into a row. From there, he locks your legs into some holding contraption too complicated for the likes of you, and brings your head down to just above ground level where he locks it in place via your collar.

You stand there in that position for awhile as he locks the other girls into place. You rub your thighs against each other, desperately trying to reach your rejected climax. After a short period of time, you hear a long, loud, ear-piercing noise.

F’TAAAAAAAAAAANG

After the sustained peal of the bell, you hear the sound of metal quickly sliding over metal before a resonating ring as it clangs into place. You can now hear rhythmic thumps behind you, growing both in rapidity and volume. Just as soon as it feels the clomps couldn’t grow any further, they stop. Your body sinks down under new found weight has you feel the bull rest his upper body on your back. You can feel it. His disgustingly delicious rod slaps around your vulva before finally finding your slit. You gasp as he safely inserts the head, and then all at once rams his shaft as deep in as he can go.

You scream a blood curdling cry as you feel as though a pneumatic drill is ripping apart your body. The bull spends no time waiting. He’s been waiting to mount his heifer. You scream and scream and scream. No training dildos or prepping treatments could have ever made you ready to receive such a beast. Your screams of pain may have prompted a human partner to stop, but the bull is transfixed on his goal: to climax and fill you with his potent seed. You can hardly see, partially due to the blinding pain, partially due to how violently your head is being rocked by the pure gusto of the bull.

Despite your screams, you begin to hear and focus in on the squeaking of the frame. Every time the bull begins to thrust again, the metal frame cries an acute creak, as if to issue you a warning of imminent pain. Soon you start hearing something else right after each metallic screech—something more organic. With horror, you realize that sound is nothing other than you, your wails of pain evolved into moans of pleasure. You hear your high pitched moos sync with the deep bass of your lover. Your union is the refinement of duos through history, his Ike to your Tina, his Marvin Gaye to your Tammi Terrell, his Sonny to your Cher.

No longer is the bull **** you. **** means that one party does not consent. You now are not acquiescing but reciprocating, trying to wrap around his obscene girth as tightly as you can. When you began, the bull was valiantly fighting to fill your womb and fertilize your egg. Now, you both work in liaison to fulfill that shared goal. As best you can with your limited mobility, you rock back to meet the bull, forcing his monstrous penis deeper into your snatch. You feel your partner up the tempo from Presto to Prestissimo, **** for release as you reach the final bar. His thrusts are quick, passionate staccatos, and the two of you moo in unison, each building off the other in a glorious crescendo until you finally reach it. The bull plunges deep into you and let’s out a loud, lasting whole note in bass. You finally climax around his rod, joining him in mezzo-soprano. The bull ejaculates his potent seed deep into your womb, packing every milliliter of uterine storage space with his swimmers. The bull stays resting atop you, still completely erect but catching his breath.

The bull begins to attempt an encore, but you hear footsteps behind you and soon after the weight of the bull is pulled off your back and out of your snatch. Your eyes and head are spinning—that was the most painful, excruciating, pleasurable sex in the world. You are still returning to a normal heart and breath rate when you feel a thick plug slide into your cunt. You quiver and let out a quiet low as your overstimulated pussy gets more attention. Carter rubs your head before moving on.

Eventually, Carter returns and lets you out of the frame. You walk on wobbly legs as you follow him back inside, still gaga from your railing. Carter puts you back in your pen. It isn’t long before he returns, having put the other cows in the stalls.

“Looks like you and SAMPSON had a great time today.” Carter says, stroking your hair.

“You’re going to be so beautiful when that belly of yours swells up with a calf. Everyone will be coming near and far to get a piece of you, JERSEY GIRL.”

You close your eyes. You feel exhausted from the wild intercourse you just had and how brutally pummeled your sex was. You have been up for only hours, yet it feels like it’s been days. You get down on your hay and fall asleep with Carter stroking you.