The basement

Quickly I am led away by Indiana, Catherine asked where we were going and Indiana smiled, “The only place beef should be in a house, the larder.”

As he pushed the basement door open and led me down I got a sudden and disturbing flash that aroused and disgusted me. I had a mental image of being fucked and carved up to be served to the guests like a slab of meat. The fact that I was aroused at the though disturbed me and I shuddered both in arousal and shame.

Catherine took it as just arousal, “You like this idea don’t you?” She asked pulling on my tail, I moo’d weakly. “Just the thought of being used in the basement?” She added as we reached the bottom of the stairs. The basement was somewhat crowded but there was a couch and ping pong table set out. There was also a large hook hanging from the ceiling, maybe for hanging a bike.

I looked up at the hook hanging from a bearer for the ground floor, Catherine and Julian saw me looking. “I think she wants this to be a meatworks.” Julian said.

My legs betrayed me as they went weak and Catherine jumped on the opportunity, “There’s some rope over there. How about we string her up like a trussed roast.”

My moo’d response was pathetic as Indiana bent me over the couch, “You want to grab the rope.” He said as he undid his pants, “I’m going to enjoy some of this beef first.”

It was only as I felt him pushing into me that I noticed other people had come down as well, there was a male demon, and his female partner, there was a zombie and a couple of characters from pop culture, Lara Croft looked particularly nice in her tattered top and short shorts.

As Indiana started to fuck me, sinking deeper with each thrust I started to moo. I was stuck here like this, about to be fucked by god knows how many people and, potentially, be treated like I was a fresh kill on the meatworks floor. Indy wasn’t even balls deep when my first orgasm ripped through me, but I had little time to relish it as the zombie stepped up and took hold of my horns.

He did not even try and be gentle as he grabbed my horns and pulled my head. He held them tight using them as levers to fuck my throat hard. The wet squelching noise as he **** his cock deeply into my throat filled the room. His treatment of my horns hurt, and to my shame I loved it.