A little diversion

Afraid to utter a sound, unable to speak normally, afraid you'll alert Stacy to your apparent transformation, you merely gaze towards your partner. Both your eyes lock upon each other, then dart in the direction of the one who has freed you. You know both of you are locked into the vision of the barely clad ass, wiggling nervously as she peers the corridor for safety. Her long red locks nearly reach the visible valley between her bubble shaped globes, her panties slipping downwards of their own accord.

'Freedom?' Your partner understanding your silent plea for remaining non-verbal, silently mouths the question.

You know what the answer should be. Every fiber of your being is screaming for you to make a run for freedom. However, there continues to be a growing itch between your loins that is increasingly hard to resist. The nonstop attention you have received lately has made any moment of inactivity quite unbearable. You can feel the moisture gathering within your cavern searching for a leak in the dam, to spill forth with great power and destruction. Likewise, you begin to salivate, pooling liquid gathers within your mouth, that you are **** to swallow, rather than share. This only adds t your thirst for more sweet nectar. All of this is compounded by the growing pressure in your heavy breasts, and the need to be milked for relief.

You meet eyes with your newfound lover, and find her eyes sparkling with a similar want and need. 'Maybe would should just stay here and enjoy each other some more?' The thought crosses your brain, and it's as if you can read your thoughts in her eyes. There is a certain warmth of knowing comfort blanketing you as you imagine staying where you are, and continuing what you've been doing. Fear of the unknown, outside the stable, seems to lock you into place. 'I am a cow. This is where I belong.' It's a soft whisper in your head that weaves through the tendrils of your neurons, spinning a tightening web around your thoughts.

Another quick glance towards Stacy reveals that her panties had unknowingly slipped a little further south, exposing nearly half of her lily white ass.

Eyes back towards each other, a knowing glance shared, and a silent nod of agreement.

With a sudden burst of energy, you weren't sure either of you had left, you spring towards the stall door! Your left hand grabs a handful of the red locks and pulls back while your right hand slams the door shut. At the very same time, your partner in crime manages to snag Stacy's left wrist, twisting and pulling it back, while wrapping her other hand around the captured princess' neck.

"Whaaaaaaat?" A loud scream escapes the surprised vixen's mouth.

Caught totally off guard, Stacy falls backwards into the stall within the grasp of her captors, unable to ward off their attack, being outnumbered and due to their heavier weight upon her lithe form.

"Moo good Moo pass up!" You hear your girlfriend exclaim, noting her increasing transformation.

"Moooooooo!" You concur emphatically as you quickly straddle the helpless heroine's head, planting your sodden sex over her screaming mouth, silencing her pleas for release. The heat from her cries radiates through your loins and the boiling waters are immediately released, flooding her mouth and face. Faint gurgling noises can be heard beneath you as she slowly succumbs to the only option she has for survival.

Meanwhile, your cohort in crime has straddled your flailing captive's belly and already discarded the now shredded remnants of her pink panties. You can make out that she is currently thrusting several fingers into the tight snatch of the cheerleader, stretching her opening wider with each thrust. Stacy's attempts at clenching her muscular thighs closed are met with painful pinches to her budding clit, which only serves to please you more as her screams reverberate through your sex.

You make quick work of the simple bra and expose the pert little tits, bringing into view the tiny pebble-sized nipples, surrounded by a tight pink puckered ring. You immediately begin tugging and twisting on the meager offerings, intent on subduing and subjugating the one who had, for so many years, ignored your existence.

The **** continues for quite some time, Stacy's strength and resolve slowly fading with each infliction of pain. Little by little her responses grew to your liking, her tongue slipping out to delve tentatively into your sex. Little by little she relaxed her thighs, parting them ever so slightly, granting the invading fingers deeper access. Little by little her hips thrust in unison with the fingers, meeting each plunge with greater ease. Little by little, her sodden sex stretches, allowing more fingers access. Little by little, her bulging clit pokes from beneath its hood, sticking out proudly like a miniature cock.

Your relentless attack finally achieves the desired effect. The trapped heroin quakes and convulses wildly beneath the two of you, threatening to topple you off of her. But what is amazingly spectacular, is the arcing clear fluid that sprays violently from her parted legs. You both look on in utter awe as she coats the stall with her orgasmic release, thick droplets slowly fall to the ground with gravity, creating rivers along the way.

You easily note the utter exhaustion in your captive. You both quickly dismount her limp form and move her to the table. Utilizing your freed ropes, you tie her limbs in spread eagle fashion to its legs, permanently immobilizing her.

You run to your partner and hug her in victory, squeezing tight. "Mooooooooo!" You both moan in unison.

You both eye your captured **** with renewed hunger. Again, without a single word or sound, the two of you share a knowing look as you peer at the girl and the discarded mechanical devices lying around the room.