Bull Master: Ch4 Cowgirl
#4 of Bull Master
Bob awoke from a dreamless sleep refreshed, but confused by the darkness and unfamiliarity of his surroundings. He went to get up to turn on a light to better gain his bearings in this pitch black room; no luck. Bob could not move. His ears registered a dull melody of metal on metal as he tried to move his limbs. Struggle brought the awareness of pressure on both his wrists and ankles. Bob's eyes went wide with terror as he became fully aware that he was restrained, spread eagle, to a bed in an unknown location; naked.
"Ah, I see you're finally awake," spoke an eerily familiar voice through the darkness.
"Wh ... wh ... whose there?" Bob panicked.
"Relax, big boy, you're in no danger. We just need to maintain a level of secrecy before we trust you," explained the mystery voice, getting louder.
"C ... C ... Cowgirl?" Bob stammered scanning the darkness for any signs of movement.
"Mmm, yes Bobby. It's me. I've been waiting a long time for this meeting," revealed the mystery voice barely hiding its desires.
"Why ... why is your voice familiar? We've never spoken t..!" Bob began before being startled by a pressure on his foot.
"Oh, we've spoken before. It just hasn't registered yet ... sir," teased Cowgirl as she worked her hands through the short, bristly hairs of Bob's foot; tracing the sculpted contours of her bound, helpless playmate.
"Sir?" A simple three letter word, stated in such a manner that it shredded Bob's reality. A chill ran down his spine rendering his extremities numb as the vocalization was synced to a memory. "Maria ...?"
"Uhuh ..." she chided, pausing her ministrations, "That would be the name I used. Is my big bull putting the pieces together?"
"Y ... you ... you set me up?" Bob inquired, struggling against his restraints to get away from the presence at his feet.
"Set you up? ... Never! ... I am setting you free," she scoffed.
"Free? How can you call this free?" Bob decried, anger supplanting fear. "I'm chained to a bed in total darkness with the one who has apparently orchestrated the whole event. That one being someone I thought I could trust. Where is the freedom?"
"I understand your fear and frustrations," Cowgirl soothed, her hands returning to above Bob's knees; massaging in tiny circular motions. "All will be known in due time, but understand that secrecy is necessary. After all, how would you explain the majesty of your lower half to the world?"
Bob grappled for an answer, remembering the near disasters at the airport, "I ... I ... couldn't, which is why I sought you out ..." Warmth began to spread under Cowgirl's expert fingers; tendrils of pleasure winding their way toward Bob's midsection.
"And you had no job prospects, no family, nor any real life friends. Hence, why I chose to bring you into our fold," she continued.
"You mean ..."
"Yes, my captive one, all that has occurred had a designed purpose," Cowgirl explained. "We are always looking to expand our gene pool, and you ... fit ... our ... needs."
"Bu ... uuuuh," Bob's protests were quickly subdued by a pair of strong, thick, malleable lips caressing his aching bull member, long erect from the sensual ministrations of Cowgirl's hands. A warm, slick tongue traced the contours of his shaft, sliding from the base to flick the sensitive underside; pleasure streaming up Bob's spine. As the lips encircled his cock head, Bob began strain against his binds, bucking desperately to delve deeper into the humid warmth of Cowgirl's mouth. She, however, refused to give access. Instead she sealed her lips around his head and tickled the meaty tip with her tongue, occasionally dipping into the slit.
Bob was in a pleasurable hell. Unable to move either arms or legs, he was mercilessly teased by that beautiful mouth; brought to the brink of orgasm only to be cast adrift alone into the sea of pleasure, reeled back in, and sent off again. Over and over his bliss peaked, spilling plentiful pre into that wanton mouth. The near misses, meanwhile, pushed Bob's changes forward.
Strength began to build alongside the pleasure inside of him. With each pulse of pre, the muscle fibers in Bob's upper body contracted and multiplied; expanding their size and definition to parallel his bovine lower half. As Bob's rib cage deepened in capacity, he momentarily lost his breath and released a guttural groan of mixed emotion.
Cowgirl, hearing this, stepped up her ministrations on Bob's member. She released the seal on his head, and greedily swallowed the entire length of the mighty tool into her oral cavity. Her hands cupped and massaged Bob's bloated, bouncing balls; feeling their weight and explosive potential. This worked Bob into a frenetic sexual lather. Bucking, straining, grinding against anything his body contacted. Bob began to beg for release. Release was granted not long after Cowgirl began bobbing her mouth up and down his pole. Her throat fluttering against the sensitive skin, as it attempted to swallow its meal.
A tsunami of pleasure crashed over Bob. Balls clenched and released their precious cargo, jets of pearly white essence tunneled down his cock to feed the greedy mouth at the other end. Black hairs exploded over Bob's chiseled upper body like fireworks in celebration of planting his biologic flag. Groans of rapture echoed within the dimly lit room, subsiding to whimpers of contentment, as Bob relaxed against his binds, succumbing to the euphoric rush.
"Wake up, sleeping deity," requested the soft, melodic voice from Bob's dream last night.
"Ungh ... uh ... wha!" mumbled the delirious Bob. Light piercing his eyes as they acclimated to show him the world. Sitting bolt upright eyes wide, memories of the night before invading, Bob scanned the room; settling upon the probable source of his predicament, Cowgirl.
"I ... I can see ...," Bob said giddily, "...and I can move ... and ... and ... are you?" the depth of his voice surprising him.
"Yes, yes," Cowgirl laughed.
"You were quite the beast last night, but we're not finished yet," she foretold, caressing Bob's cheek.
Bob calmed at her touch and took stock of his situation and the beauty before him. Looking down, he saw big, pelt covered arms, a thick, heaving chest, and tight, cut abdominals that perfectly complimented his lower half. All that remained of the puny human was its head, which raised its viewpoint to see its eventual executioner.
Cowgirl was, quite literally, a cow girl. A soft tan coat covered her entire body, lightening to an almost white down the center of her front; highlighting the ample breasts, and drawing attention down to the pink udder obstructing the view of the lips that guarded the gates to the warm, moist tunnel of ...
"Like what you see?" Cowgirl teased, striking a pose.
"Uuu...huh," Bob intoned hardly trying to hide the growing reaction to the visage before him, drool spilling from his mouth as he resumed his visual survey.
Her body was a perfect female counterpart to his strong masculine build. Lithe and toned, it was obvious that she would be a formidable opponent to any male, so any suitor need be wary. Cowgirl's head, a mixture of human and bovine features, showed the changes yet to come for Bob.
"Come ... take a closer look, big boy," cooed Cowgirl, curling her finger to draw Bob near.
Already enthralled by her form, Bob offered no resistance to Cowgirl's instruction. He quickly covered the distance between them, meeting her at the foot of the bed. There, his hands explored what his eyes had partaken of earlier. Bob felt every inch of Cowgirl's taut body his passion rising steadily with each inch of flesh his hands caressed; his attentions eliciting soft moans from Cowgirl.
"Mmm, you really know how to treat a girl ... now let's see how well you can operate that heavy machinery of yours," she suggested in a sultry tone; dropping her hands to the footboard and swaying her hips seductively in the air before Bob, exposing her swollen cunt.
Bob's cock reacted. Nearly exploding as it tried to break free of its flesh prison to dive past those luxurious gates into delicious warmth and comfort. Bob was more than willing to comply with his master's wishes, driven by the memory of his solo session in his living room.
Foregoing any further semblance of foreplay, Bob grabbed Cowgirl's hips and roughly drove his master to its desired destination. He paused only briefly within Cowgirl's walls of pleasure, for the procreative desire was too great. Hips pistoned rhythmically, sensitive flesh intertwined, and vocalizations of bliss echoed within the bare room; disguising the entrance of a third party.
Bob had hilted his cock when rough hands startled him from behind, pinning him to Cowgirl.
"What the fu...!" Bob bellowed.
"Relax, my bull," Cowgirl soothed, rotating on Bob's cock to be face to face, and wrapped her legs around Bob's waist. "We have a very open community here, you see. Not only do you get to partake of the females such as myself, but males, like Luke here, would love a piece of your ass as well."
"M ... m ... my what?" Bob stammered; his eyes scanning over the definitively masculine bull. The size of Luke's bull cock nearly buckling his knees.
"Your ass, yes. Hehe. Don't worry. You'll enjoy it, my dear," Cowgirl promised; drawing Bob close into her arms, kissing him deeply, and resumed bouncing on his cock; subduing his fears.
Bob returned the kiss, and carried the frisky cow over to the bed and laid her down. He remained on his feet to gain better leverage and began matching Cowgirl's thrusts, which left his ass completely exposed. A weakness Luke would be quick to exploit. Bob's focus was so squarely on the beauty writhing below him that he hardly noticed his tail being manipulated. However, that indifference dissipated quickly as a slick pressure began to build at his rear passage.
Noting his discomfort, Cowgirl again drew Bob into a tight, passionate embrace; distracting him from the widening of his virgin ass. Bob cried out once the entire cock head passed through; his tail hole stretched to the full girth of Luke's cock.
Pain defiantly overwhelmed the pleasure emanating from his cock, which remained firmly hilted inside Cowgirl's snatch. The pain, however, was quickly abated as Bob's rectum adapted to the tumescent intruder. In fact Bob, feeling bold, began to push back against the gentle thrusts Luke had been using to break in the new bull. Not only did this double the rate at which Bob's ass consumed Luke's tool, but also reinitiated the stimulation of his cock. Stratospheric euphoria engulfed Bob. Neither Cowgirl, nor Luke needed to move except to maintain position; while Bob frenetically mated each simultaneously.
Back and forth Bob recklessly threw himself. Forward he impaled Cowgirl on his cock, and back he in turn was impaled on Luke's equally impressive member. Over and over he repeated the motion. All three nearing their peaks, the sounds of rutting bulls easily heard for miles around.
Soon climax overwhelmed them all. Bob drove his cock home hard into Cowgirl's vagina comingling his seed with her juices as her walls milked his cock dry. Luke followed suit shortly after, reaming Bob's ass with his full length; implanting the first of many nuggets of male essence deep inside of Bob.
Bob collapsed on top of Cowgirl from the delightful exertion. His head going numb as its dimensions increased becoming stouter and angular; his nose swelled and turned upward merging with his mouth, and extending into a blunt muzzle. Black hairs began migrating up Bob's neck, swiftly covering his entire head, displacing the human strands now obsolete.
Pressure built behind Bob's temples, steadily increasing until a pair horns began to erupt through the skin causing blood to weep into Bob's eyes. The feeling of the growing appendages, Luke's cock still hilted in his ass, and Cowgirl's pulsating pussy overwhelmed Bob's senses causing him to begin losing consciousness. Before he faded completely into the darkness he heard Cowgirl whisper one last thing:
"Welcome to your new life."
To be continued ... maybe.