I moo pitifully

My moo was quiet with desire, it was quiet with fear.

Catherine smiled and I saw a flash of silver. I hadn’t noticed her reverse the butcher’s knife to run it across my throat, and so lost was I in lust that I bought it all.

I tensed from head to tow as the most sickening orgasm of my life ripped through me. My vision blurred and my breath caught in my chest. Distantly I heard Julian moan as I came over his cock, all because his girlfriend was treating me like a cow going to slaughter. I shuddered as Catherine leant forward to taunt me, “I can’t wait to taste your steaks.” She whispered and it set me off on another round of orgasms.

She kissed me, ignoring the cum on my face, “I love how fucked up you are.” She said with a smile, “You done with her slutty cunt dear?”

He pulled out with a smile, “That is one cow that milks you rather than the other way around.” He said. I lay there in spasms, exhausted, no one held my arms anymore as I was bent over the couch.

“I think we should string her up now.” Catherine said a few moments later, handing a rope to Julian. It was obvious they had done this before, as they quickly dragged my limp body from the couch. I struggle to stand but my limbs were jelly, every movement, every sound was an effort.

The onlookers jeered and taunted as I was wrapped in a rope harness and guided to under the hook in the ceiling. The jeers turned to cheers as they passed the couple of ropes over the hook and then I was slowly hoisted up.

I had been tied in such a way that I was suspended stomach and tits down, I hung at crotch height and knew I was in for more, much more. My knees were immobile, my arms tied behind my shoulder blades, I was completely **** and completely at their mercy.

A man I didn’t know, dressed as Jack Sparrow stepped between my legs and fished his cock our of his pants, and Julian stepped back up to my face, he was not hard, so obviously wanted to be clean.

The man who had licked the blood from my stomach took the knife from Catherine after a short conversation I could barely hear and then Catherine stabilised my body as the man crawled under me.

He took the blade and reached out to my tits, “I don’t think you have been properly bled yet.” He said as he slowly ran the blade along the underside of each of my breasts.

Yet another orgasm rippled its way through my body, much to the pleasure of Jack. “Fuck.” He groaned, “When she cums she is a fucking vice.”

I couldn’t see it, but I could feel it as the blood from each cut started to flow. It ran along the curve of y breasts to my nipples, slowly pooling like I was being bled. The man who cut me called for a bucket, and as the people in the basement searched he leant in to suck at my bloodied nipple. “You taste so good,” he whispered, “Don’t worry, I won’t bleed you too much, but I hope you don’t mind me having a sample.”

I felt sexually used, objectified, treated like a piece of meat and now being bled for someone’s dinner, and I had never had so many orgasms in so short a period. Soon my blood was dripping into a blue rubber bucket as I hung between three men, one using my mouth, one using my cunt and one who seemed to be getting off on drinking the blood from my breasts.