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Description: Nicki and Sam are stranded in the middle of the country, they are on the run from a job gone horrible wrong. They are helped by a silent Anthro bull. Everything was going well until they are kidnapped and Sam is forced to mate with a bunch of bulls. Nicki is turned into a mind broken bitch to the bull.

Tags: Bestiality, conartist, fembois, femboi, bull, Anthro, furry, rape, kidnapped, forced, poodle, fox, mindbreak, pleasure, dubcon.

On a quiet stretch of country road, two furry femboys, Nicki and Sam, cruised through the endless rural landscape. They were deathly silent. Nicki seemed unsure of what to say, or how to say it, trying to think of something to say without lighting a match under the powder keg of unfortunate circumstances they found themselves in. Music playing from the car speakers for some kind of backdrop. Neither listened, too absorbed in thoughts. All they could see for miles was the rolling green of fields and the occasional cow grazing in the distance. They were so far off the map that that the map didn't exist.

Then, with a sudden jolt of the car, their eyes focused and came back to reality. Another jolt, and another… Their silence was in defeat, now their silence was in anxiety. The car sputtered and ground to a halt. The engine coughed a final time, then fell silent.

"Now it looks like we're stranded in the middle of nowhere." Sam said in the typical 'this is just great' way.

Luckily, Nicki had enough foresight to pull them off the dirt road to another dirtier side road. Perhaps more of a side road of a side road. So much dirt that the moment the tires hit it as they turned off, a cloud of particles roared their arrival. They weren't in Kansas anymore, and they knew it. But objective reality, and realization were two very different animals. They sat in the silent car, their heart racing, as they looked down the long stretch of empty road, then up the very same road.

They knew the next town was, well, an impossible distance and yet they focused on either direction as if they were searching for the quickest way out of this position. They were, however, stuck. Backward, forward, all amounted the same – Impossible.

And they knew it. Sam, for his part, found the ranch first, it was a distance away, but it was manageable. Sam was considering alternative means way before Nicki noticed it.

A large ranch sat nestled in the distance, wooden barns and a sprawling farmhouse stood under the golden light of the late afternoon sun. There was no sign of any other structure for miles, and the isolation was only broken by the occasional crow of a distant rooster. It would be peaceful had it not been so damn desolate.

"Guess we don't have much choice," the first femboy said, brushing a lock of hair from his face.

“We have choices, none good." Sam said with a huff, still upset about the failed job.

They filed out of the dead-beat car that still seemed to be coughing a little bit.

“Could have went better, I'll admit, and I did apologize." Nicki said with a rich little chuckle, counterpointing reality.

“Better? Nothing went, Nicki. Nothing – went. It was a failure from the ground up. This… this is… I don't even have the words." Sam rolled his eyes. Cheerful optimism was met with bewilderment.

The two fembois, Nicki and Sam, stood in silence for a few moments. Their car had seeping smoke escaping from the hood like a overheated teapot.

“And now we don't have a car. This has been the clusterfuck of the century," Nicki pouted, eyes downcast onto his mini skirt, ideally tinkering with it, smoothing it out, the sensation of the material on his flesh was, at the very least, soothing and calming.

“Silver lining, we wanted a vacation and we got one. Free. In the middle of nowhere."

“A few miles from our last job. And when I said vacation, I mean like Hawaii… on someone else's dime."

“Country folk. They don't even have wifi out here. Nobody will know who we are."

“You hope."

“We hope." Nicki twisted his words bright and with the usual inflection. Bubbly.

They grab their purses, throw them on their shoulders, and haphazardly walked to the large ranch. The sprawling ranch stood alone, surrounded only by the endless horizon and peaceful quiet of the countryside. The house was with sturdy stone foundation but the wood exterior was weathered, rustic, but with its charm. Large windows framed the house, it seemed inviting to everybody but there was something disquieting about it. Something vaguely concerning. They carefully walked up the long, covered porch that wrapped around the entire front. They both wore high heels, looking more like city folk than the habitat they found themselves in. At least on the porch there was some sanctuary from the sun.

Sam looked warily at the few outer buildings that dotted the landscape, including a barn and a small shed. Sam was already having second thoughts about this but before he could voice them, he heard the loud knocking at the wooden door. Show time, apparently. Sam fluffed his hair with his hands, elevating the sadly hanging hair upward with volume and spring, so it stretched out and not draping sorrowfully around his smooth shoulders.

There was silence. The knock seemed so hollow, like nobody occupied what looked to be a rather upkept farmstead. The door cracked open, just vaguely, to reveal a young and handsome, muscular bull. He wasn't just tall, he reached the door frame with ease, he towered, casting a shadow upon the two femboys. They weren't intimidated though, they loved males of all shapes and sizes, because no matter anything else, it was the cock that did the real thinking and ultimately, they all operated on the same brain-dead principles of lust. Any dick was a weakness for the con artists to exploit.

The bull, with a wifebeater and ragged blue jeans, waited without a word, his eyes doing all the talking.

“Hey!" Nicki smiled brightly. Sam did the same thing, but unlike Nicki who was putting on his game face, Sam couldn't help but smile at the bull presented before him genuinely. Sure, the boys loved to con, steal, cheat, and use their sexual assets and sensual personality to their benefit near constantly, taking advantage of everything under the sun, but it didn't mean that attraction wasn't possible.

Little did either notice that the bulls sleepy and dark dangerous eyes found them both appealing as well in a way that, perhaps, they might not be too keen on. It was almost like he had dinner served.

He was silent though.

“Ah, right, we… our car…" Nicki turned around, intentionally giving the bull a nice little look at his smooth, sleek body, her long gorgeous pink hair, and her tail that poked out of her seriously dumb tight short shorts which expressed in no uncertain terms his well-honed body and stunning characteristics. His ass popped out as he leaned, pointing way over yonder. All actions acutely and absolutely exaggerated. For Nicki, you can take the art out of the con artists, but he would die if he relinquished the Con part. he turned around, flashing his tight ass, really wagging her tail as he did so, “And we broke down. We need a place to stay for a night. You… You know anyone who can help us?" The question and the inflection noted who that certain someone might be, at least in his mind.

The hulking hunky bull looked to both, one then the other, before opening the door full and wide, he stepped inside to invite them in, but he wasn't particularly a gentleman about it, more of a suit yourself kind of response, “A night will be just long enough," He commented.

The young sexually explicit con artists went in. The inside of the home was spacious, with a vaulted ceiling and a floor plan that maximized openness, which isn't strange considering the bulky size of the owner, and perhaps their newest victim. This house had several exposed wooden beams, a stone quaint fireplace, a wide-plank hardwood floor, but had more modern amenities like a television, a brown rugged leather couch and the like. There were pictures of the bull hanging throughout the living room with another female, perhaps his wife. She was beautiful.

Twp for one, by the femboy's estimations.

“Soooo…. Have a name?" Sam asked with a sweet smile.

“Minos." He didn't bother asking their name, it didn't matter. While they were looking for ways to exploit him, he himself was looking for ways to exploit them. There was a degree of difference between all parties' estimations of what exploitation looked like though. The house guests, better suited to go out partying at a night club then shack up on the farm, were completely unaware of the lurid and in heat glances that dominated their bodies.

“You, show me the car. I will see what I can do about it," His thick brown pawed finger pointed at Sam, it then swiveled to an expectant Nicki, “You stay here. Make yourself comfortable." He smiled then, the first smile he had offered. It wasn't based on kindness though the unsuspecting femboys remained unsuspecting. No need for names still.

“Alright," Nicki said, twisting a lone finger through his pink hair, curling it and then springing it like a pigtails tail.

Nicki watched as the two left him all by his lonesome. It was awkward being in someone else's house, more so when unsupervised. Of course, Nicki wasn't an ordinary trespasser by any means and this was parse and parcel to his occupation. He looked out the window, watching the two leave, trailing toward the direction of the car, he took to his very nature and started to snoop. They'd already failed one job, so perhaps this might be a reversal of fate. At least they wouldn't be empty handed. Not a rich or particularly wealthy target, but all men who had a cock, thought with their cock, were a target and Mr. Minos was no different.

Nicki held up a framed picture of Minos and his maybe bovine other. There was something so wholesome about the picture, but something was knocking around in Nicki's head, mostly that he wouldn't mind having a little roll with both of them at the same time. They were bother rather bigger than him and who said work couldn't be mixed with play?

Sam, on the other hand, was on the same page as his counterpart. When working as a con artist, everybody was a potential victim, but this was just too good to be true, this was definitely going to be a victim they would remember for a good long while, for sure. They winded down the path to where the car was, all the way through the thicket of brush and various trees, until finally Minos could see the car. It looked just like the professionals left it, dead and smoking.

“There she blows!" Sam said, turning to look behind him at the figure that bloated out the sun because of his gigantic form. It happened to quickly for any real realization or response, all that Sam could see, and would remember, was a shifting of shadows out of the corner of his eye.

And then stars. Multicolored wild rainbow stars.

--

“Does he have to be so stereotypical," Nicki said, wandering through the house. He had went through a few rooms already and all he could find was, well, little of note. Heck, even the master bedroom seemed devoid of true valuables, not even some heirloom handed down from generation to generation. He did find the deed to the farmstead but that type of theft was a little too obvious and drew unwarranted attention by not just the police but the banks. Banks were a whole other animal that the duo didn't want to have to deal with.

It was bad enough that they had their pictures up on the local news, they didn't need anything else.

But at the end of the hall lay the final room. Ordinarily, Nicki would have went there first, it just looked like something was begging to be discovered behind that closed door, but Nicki did love a little bit of foreplay.

Furred paw on the doorknob, Nicki was bubbling with excitement, “I'll take what's behind door number three," He laughed a little snicker, cute and effortless and charming. The door opened with a little bit of a creak.

Nicki couldn't quite process what he was seeing the moment that it came into reality. The room wasn't an ordinary room, it was the kind of horror scene that one might expect from a movie. It was very typical of that kind of brand, but never had he seen it up close and personal. Nicki loved to use his body to afflict people, to seduce and charm wealth and goods from victims, but Nicki was, all told, rather vanilla compared to the vast room he dares not even enter in.

There she was. The Bovine from the pictures. Mino's wife, girlfriend, sister, neighbor, who knew. Before rational minds prevailed, the instinctive thought was that the woman she'd seen, full figured and aptly described as Juicy with a heavy dollop of taut strength, wasn't Minos' wife, nor girlfriend, nor sister, but a victim. The more horrible thought is that perhaps she could be one and the other, not just one or the other.

The Bovine was suspended completely, outfitted in the sheer, shimmering bondage gear one might expect to see in this circumstance. This didn't mean the juicy bits weren't revealed and exposed. Ropes lashed around limps, spreading her, and while her peach pale fur was mostly uniformly poured into black material, nipples were exposed and tagged, her pussy was also peeking from an opened latex flap. On any given Sunday, the beauty and frank eroticism would be enough to make Nicki melt with curiosity and desire – this, however, wasn't a given Sunday. More like Monday.

The Bovine was alert, head strapped to face the door limiting movement, but her eyes were opened, looking dead at Nicki.

“Holy cow," Nicki managed to utter but did virtually nothing else. This was so stunning and shocking that not even a scream could crawl from his throat. It was dreadfully terrifying and paralyzing. It was only when those eyes widened, recognizing something that clearly Nicki wasn't aware of, that Nicki sensed that something was wrong. More wrong.

Dreadfully wrong.

Nicki suffered the same startling shock of stars in his vision, like fireworks exploding, before he descended into complete pitch-black darkness.

-

Sam came too, eventually. His eyes winked open. The stark contrast between being outside and being inside a building was palpable. The whole tone of the day had shifted considerably. What couldn't get worse, apparently, got oh so much worse. He was inside a vast and still barn, the air heavy with the scent of aged wood and hay. The tall beams of the ceiling stretched above, their surfaces worn smooth from time, this entire structure was from times long forgotten. The sun was on the verge of disappearing, the shimmering orange tranquility spilling through gaps in the weathered walls, the streaks displaced by the occasional dust motes that occupied this place. The barn's floor was bare, save for some random displaced patches of straw and hay.

The femboy came to his senses and tried to stand up – that was when the real horror story began. He was hanging off of what seemed to be a wooden log, his naked feet barely touching the wooden floor, rope frayed around his ankles, tightly constricting his form against the solid wooden object. His arms hung down over the edges of the log, but instead of hanging downward the way gravity intended, they were instead joined together by yet more rope, to the point that Sam was hugging the piece of wood.

He didn't need much wits to know what he was on – a con artist was well traveled and acquired quite a bit of usual knowledge. This was a breeding post. A breeding post meant for, well, anything farm animal related, which, if he last checked, he most certainly was not.

The inside of the barn was vast and still, the air heavy with the scent of aged wood and hay that had long since been cleared away. The tall beams of the ceiling stretched above, their surfaces worn smooth by time, the occasional dust motes catching the light filtering in through gaps in the weathered walls. The barn's floor was bare, save for patches of straw that had been scattered and forgotten in the corners. In the center of the space stood the breeding post, a sturdy wooden structure worn from years of use. Its rough-hewn posts rose from the ground, the surface scratched and marked by the passage of time and the animals it had once held. It felt like a place suspended between past and present, untouched by life now but still echoing with the quiet, but active, memories of its purpose. The dim light, filtered through the barn's high, narrow windows, cast long shadows across the room, giving the space a sense of quiet, lingering abandonment. Felines didn't need things like that. But apparently it could be used for felines too.

Sam was wholly unaware that there were multiple camera throughout the farm, recording him and the inevitable actions that were intrinsically tethered to something like a breeding post.

Instead, the feline struggled against his fate as viciously as one could. He was still clothed… He could feel it more then see it, but he did have at least some liberality in movement of his body, to a certain extent, mostly regarding his head, face, where he looked… as far as actual movement was concerned, he was entirely and irrevocably immobilized.

To say that Sam was terrified would be an understatement. His ass was presented and popped out like the bubbly balloon heart shape that it was always meant to be. He couldn't help but envision just how outlined his heart shaped ass really was, straining against his black sheer short shorts, his package tightly affixed between the clothing, his package balled and bundled and bulging against the wooden frame of the latticed framework of the breeding post.

He heard something then. A few somethings. His face shot up for him only to witness Minos walking in. Minos wasn't wearing his roughneck torn blue jeans nor his wifebeater that highlighted the intricate shape of his well defined and masculine form, but instead lingerie. It was a vibrant depiction of femininity which was antithetical to his chiseled and hardened bull body. Behind Minos was a group of bulls. These were not bulls like Minos though, but bulls bulls. The kind that roamed around and ate grass from the field, the ones that needed to be penned, the ones that walked on all fours and had hooves. They were animals, for lack of a better term.

The bulls moved in a slow, deliberate procession, their heavy hooves thudding against the ground as Minos guided them into the barn. Each one was a massive creature – they made Minos hulking figure seem almost tame. Their broad bodies rippled with muscles beneath thick hides, hides that ranged from deep, dark browns to lighter, sun-bleached tans. Their horns were wide and curved like ancient crescent moons, gleaming faintly in the dim light of the barn's entrance. Sam couldn't count how many, one was enough to break his mind with the looming reality of what was to cum.

It was easier for Sam to realize the distinctive differences between the vast array of bulls swarming into the barn then the quantity of them. There were many though. Too many. One was enough though. Some had thick, coarse manes that brushed the tops of their necks, while others were smooth that draped to their muscular shoulders. Their eyes were sharp and watchful, not dull, domesticated, and horse like.

“What is going on?" Sam said, completely denying reality. He knew what was going on, it didn't take a tiger to figure that one out.

“You are going to become a breeding bitch for all my stock. They are quite lonely," He didn't put airs about this, just delivering it in his hardened deep voice as a matter of course.

“You can't do that! You can't… you can't!" Sam said – fight or flight culminating into a whirlwind of frantic jerks, Sam trying desperately to liberate himself from the hard latched ropes. His lean muscles strained, but nothing was being done other then tiring himself out.

“I can do what I want to do to a bitch," Minos stood before Sam, leaning forward, cupping the chin in his massive hands and prying it upward so all Sam could see was the bulls lusty and intense face, mostly expressed in those eyes that sought to devour, “and you will learn to love It."

The bulls that infiltrated the barn seemed to be quite routine in all of this. For the vastness of them, they seemed rather uniformed, as uniformed as a massive herd being ushered, all at once, into a barn could be. It might be a vast wooden hideaway, but the sheer numbers present caused quite the commotion. Sammy felt their beefy bulky bodies rubbing against him as they filed past him. Minos relinquished his chin, allowing him to look with utter horror as the animals piled in behind him.

Minos squeezed past the sea of furry flesh right behind Sam and playfully spanked that presented bubbly behind. Well, playful for him, of course, for Sammy, it was like a wrecking ball and caused Sam to jerk up against the breeding poll, causing him to seethe from his teeth. Finger hiked up the mini, mini, mini skirt to reveal an exposed ass utterly naked, the palm brushing that voluptuous and vast tail out of the way, peeling it upward and slightly back so that the ass could come into view.

“Stop that." Sam shot out viciously, but the hopeless and helplessness in his voice was palpable, even to himself. Hell, he even sounded like a bitch.

The tail was pulled back with the hand pushing it down flat against Sams back, walking pressure down the length of that purple tail, up the back, until finally the hand, as big as Sam's head itself, ran through the undertow of the hair, the tail flopping back upward and down like a pendulum, springing back into place. Bending down, the gravelly and dark voice whispered into the others ear firmly and undeterred, “No."

And then he walked out of the barn, not even looking behind him.

“W..wait! WAIT! Don't leave me in here." Sam called out, sobbing, frantically trying to escape the unescapable bounds he found himself in. Sam watched as Minos exited the barn before he turned around, smiled demurely, and with hideous strength, took both opened barn doors and heaved them shut.

Leaving Sam alone.

With the bulls.

Sam didn't have time to contemplate anything else because the moment that he was left alone with the bulls, they were upon him. He felt a bulking squat and massive form ungracefully shove himself up his severely slender form, far less substantial then any one of the beasts he was imprisoned with. Hooves flailed, knocking against the wooden bridge, the crotch and rough coarse hair dragging and tingling against Sam's naked legs, scrubbing against his pert little ass. It felt like Sam was being buried under an avalanche of hairy flesh – warm and slightly moist.

The animal was obviously in heat, Sam could feel its heavy hole ruining phallus slap against the back of his naked legs, slickly dragging up against his inner thighs until a series of hungry thrusts finally managed to guide the phallus itself from the very outskirts of the raw naked butt cheeks, to the crack itself. Once the phallus found the dimple that would inevitably sinkhole into his ass, it was invaded in short order.

Sam gnashed his teeth together, crying way before anything X-rated happened, instead, he spent the last minutes of his pure unravaged life cursing with quivering fearful shouts. The bulls were undeterred by his frantic actions and loud noises, it seemed only to excite them and make them more keen on his savage raping.

-

Nicki awoke in a less compromising, but equally perplexing situation as Sam. He was lain out on a massive and comfortable bed. The bedroom itself wasn't the kind he imagined would be in such a homestead, instead, it seemed softer, with rich texture and colors then something banal and spartan. Nicki was no longer in his mini shorts and mini top, which was already deathly sexy by any stretch of the imagination, but instead, he was encased in lingerie.

There was a scent of lavender that filled the air. Her eyes fluttered open, repeatedly, coming to. He didn't awake with a startle but more dazed, slowly realizing what was what. His mind still tangled from forced sleep and calm awakening. The plush, soft sheets shifted beneath him as he came to, his body still heavy from the remnants of being knocked completely unconscious.

He pushed herself upright, the smooth satin of his lingerie shifted against his extremely soft and thin fur. His pink hair, which should be wild from all the things that had happened to him while he was knocked out, was completely tame and sensual. His long ears framed his cheeks, dropping down into puffy cotton balls of well rounded and styled fur.

His elegant silhouette framed with delicate lingerie. It was a chic number, modern yet timeless, truly enhancing his pink, peach, and white hues with soft and appealing blue. The bralette was a deep blue, more close to plum, with intricate lace detailing, it hugged his form gently, tight enough for him to feel it as he moved, loose enough to feel it graze his body as he shifted. He glanced at it peculiarly. This wasn't his. The pattern almost looked like floral vines woven into the crossing fabric. The cups were not padded, more sheer, exposing his nipples and breasts as if they were nude, the edge of the bra was trimmed with a fine, satin ribbon that elevated the luxury of the item.

His panties were the same matching deep blue plum color, cut in a high waisted style that brought him curved to exaggerated accentuation. The lace connected the bralette down to wrapping around his hips, sheer panels throughout. The ensemble wouldn't be complete without a silky garter belt, the seams running up the back.

After a moment, his eyes widened. Oh god.

This wasn't a room he knew. This wasn't sleepwear she knew. Sadly, occupational hazard, but the throbbing on the back of his head? He was acutely aware that it was because he was knocked out. And the bovine? Suspended like some kind of trophy… Decked out in some kind of BDSM nightmare that was actually quite sexy to Nicki's eyes.

The door crept open and Minos walked in. Nicki became tense and scooted on the sheer soft bed to land himself back entire on the headboard.

“Awake, I see. Good." Minos, still powerful, but had shed his country outfit for something more alluring. Lingerie delicately draped over him – silk and lace all. The satin of his corset hugged his broad chest, his lace garter belt hugged his thick thighs in a way the seemed almost incongruous with the hard lines of pure rippled muscle beneath. His massive, large bull horned, sharp and porcelain, seemed to have a spider webbed sheer black lingerie band around each.

“Get away from me!" Nicki shouted defensively, clearly terrified.

“You know, I never get tired of hearing that. Don't worry, my little poodle, you don't know any better. You haven't been properly trained. Because of that, I won't punish you," Minos said stalking forward.

Nicki wanted to run away, fight back, anything, but he was the living embodiment of what a bull-god might look like, or at least, the son of a bull-god. There was nothing he could do to defend himself. There was also something so masculine and dominant about someone so power and confident taking complete control over the situation.

“Train me? What the fuck do you think I am?"

“Well, you are a canine, I think Bitch would be an apt expression of who you are too me,"

Nicki widened his eyes. He knew he was going to be raped, it was self-evident even without having seen what had happened to that one woman in that one photograph, but the way he looked at Nicki, lusted after him, hungered for him… like he was a piece of meat, it was more than he could wrap his mind around.

Being stunned wore off rather quickly though and Nicki slid to the opposite side of the bed and tried to make an escape, not an escape out of the room, but just to put any and all distance between them. The cotton end of Nicki's pom-pom cut was snatched, great strength not only brought his fleet to a sudden and aggressive stop, but the arm pulled back, dragging Nicki back onto the bed without so much as blinking an eye.

Seeing strength, admiring strength, respecting strength is much, much different the experiencing and understanding strength. It was the difference of night and day. Nicki's assault flew blindingly. He didn't mind sex, but being raped wasn't on his agenda, and someone like Minos raping him, well, that wasn't exactly going to work either.

“I like when they fight, I think it is cute," Minos said while throwing Nicki onto the bed like it was absolutely nothing. A giant pawed hand pressed down like a boulder onto his smooth feminine sleek stomach, pinning him there. The other hand went to the lingerie, running his fingers slowly along the stockings, carefully but with determined insistence. The stroking was brief and to the point, but it did set the stage for more.

Nicki hated to admit it, and wouldn't, not yet, that the permissionless hands stimulated something in him that was a venerable betrayal of his own body. The roughness, the surety, the texture on texture, the feel of the bulls' massive hands grazing and glazing along the lingerie he'd been forced to wear, now against his panties, paying close attention to his crotch. Nicki felt the blood bubble to the surface, seething, pumping, engorging his cock, the bulge was becoming more akin to a tent than not.

“Stop!" Nicki blushed, head turned ashamed, one of his vibrant pink mascaraed eyes covered by the length of his ear, his other eye covered by the pom pom cut style of that very same ear.

“Stop? Why should I stop? It doesn't seem like your body wants that," Minos said, heaving himself onto the bed. The mattress, the very frame, the floor itself screamed in protest of his substantive weight. His hands flanked Nicki's head, his powerful forearms bars of Nicki's jail cell. The commotion was enough ruckus to have the blushing poodle turned their head upward to look straight ahead, above them, and into the assertive and masculine unmovable force, “And even if your body didn't want this? I would still take it, because it belongs to me. Both you and Sam belong to me now, pets, that I own. Forever. Just like my bovine girlfriend you saw. Mine. My property, my pet," He said with unwavering faith and conviction that Nicki started to believe it to be true.

It was also the revelation that there was no escape. The only person who knew where Nicki was was Sam, and apparently, Sam was being processed as a bitch also. Processed and trained in a rather more terse and vicious way, but still, all hope was lost. Perhaps this was part of the training that Minos planned to implement, to leech away all hope and make Nicki emotionally wounded enough to properly train.

In the distance, throughout all of this. Nicki could hear the oddest screams, it added to the horror show that he was unwittingly made a part to.

Nicki felt that rock hard cock, warm, pulsating and dominant, collapse down against his own slender more feminine cock. The size different was just as proportional as the poodle himself was to the rapist bull.

The movements were soft and tender, odd given the circumstances, the crotches meshing and molding and dancing, kissing together. Significantly larger bulging rock hard cock against an inferiorly smaller one. There were streams of precum leaking into their lingerie, the fabric of all this only heightening the sensation, enhancing what would ordinarily just be merely flesh on flesh, cock on cock.

“You fucking pervert," Nicki shot his knee up in the most awkward manner, but it would be enough to knock the fucking hell out of Minos right where it counted, but Minos was ready for something so bold and flattened his body harshly against Nicki so the same friction sensation of lingerie on lingerie that had been exclusive to their genitals have found its scintillating tantalizing rapture against their hard pressed bodies. While the sensation was nice, it was also twinned with the crushing sensation and of pure vicious force.

Hand shot out to the pink hair and with a violent grip and tug, his lips buried themselves into Nicki, thrusting his satin smooth moist tongue into his mouth, so penetrating and demanding that no matter what Nicki did, he was forced to accept it. Accept it all. Everything. Including the violent dry fucking that felt like strikes from a hammer, so festive that either of their skimpy panties had been teased down from the angle and intentional forceful direction. Phallus on phallus was the newest broadening of their lurid carnal affair.

Knees planted between Nicki's legs and they slowly widened, spreading Nicki's legs all the while creeping themselves under Nicki's legs, elevating him, raising her body upward so those thrusts that were once stroking jointly the cocks was now teasing down the shaft of the poodles cock, down it, lower, lower, the sledge hammer of the bull now toying the head of his cock against naked balls, until it finally went low enough, or rather, Nicki was elevated in the perfect position so the cock was flush right against the shapely ass. It slid its way through the ass crack, like a hot dog on a bun, until finally the tip was poised for entrance.

Nicki's response was the same response any molested and near to rape victim would be, he screamed and violent fought for freedom. But the screams only were swallowed up and snuffed out by Mino's mouth, he swallowed the resistance in joyous gulps as the cock, naked, raw, and so full of animal intensity that would make any animal to shame, penetrated the ass crack, spiraling deeper until it nudged and nuzzled against the pucker hole. The head of the cock slowly penetrated inside – deeper, deeper, feeding inch after inch in one uniform and collective thrust. It was deliberately slow, but it was definitely not to be challenged, it wasn't so much forcing the ass open so much as shoving anything in its way in virtually any other way that didn't prevent him from advancing into that tight little hole.

The whimpers, the frantic screams, all swallowed into the passionately kissing mouth of Minos. This was not consensual; this was not even gentle. The cock violated that ass and when the naked tip kissed against his prostate, that was when Minos drew his lower back upward, prying his cock free but never letting Nicki free. The juices from that slathered cock webbed and connected organ to bullseye before he pounded gigantically back inward.

Nicki felt that brutal wrecking instrument deep in his ass, all the way up into his prostate, god, Nicki could feel it punching against his stomach. To his horror, he could almost see the outlines of that unforgiving head as it blasted in deeper and deeper.

All the while, Nicki had to overcome the vast array of physical sensations that now dominated his very being, his soul. He would twitch and spasm and convulse, thrashing about wildly for escape, or some kind of expression that might stop the agony – nothing did. Other times, when he felt that cock stirring his insides like a ladle in soup, he was stunned paralyzed, trying to make sense, real sense, of the pain. Everything he thought he knew about pain was completely untrue. He had never experienced pain, he gathered, until this very moment.

The distant cried that Nicki had heard started to transform into wailing whimpers, gasps, moans even. Oh god, was that Sam? Was… was Sam moaning like a complete and utter whore?

Between the brutality, the vulgar words, the promises, the absolute authority that Nicki was going to be Minos cocksleeve forever and ever, a glorified girlfriend used for one purpose, all Nicki's thoughts, his very brain, it melted into a puddle of mush and nothing else. Just short circuiting.

He didn't know when, but his petite fingers, even more slender arms, wrapped in plum lingerie opera gloves, found themselves hugging around the titan form of the bull that was riding him without restraint. It was a fucking that Nicki had never experienced. His tiny legs wrapped around Minos, dragging and pulling him deeper into his body, willfully but unknowingly unwilfully dragging, pulling, tugging Minos deeper, deeper into him. So that not only could he really feel the Minos devolving his world, but absolutely taking it over with his masculine form. The way their lingerie kissed and rubbed against each other was next to magical too.

Nicki didn't realize that he was being so thoroughly trained by the expert trainers' hand and cock. There was little time or ability to think about the future as he was wrecked, raped, and ravaged. There was little of anything other then the pure unadulterated sensations of being completely ruined – but Nicki wasn't being ruined in the way that he might have thought.

No, Nicki was ruined in the very department which he wanted to preserve. Pleasure. His ass had been so worked over that his very insides, his very tiny sexy and fuckable ass was imprinted with the detailed and exact shape of that cock, thirsting for Minos cock like he was the key and that cock was the lock. Nothing else inferior or otherwise would drive the electric pleasures that cooked his mind.

The poodle was allowed reprieve but only minutely. Nicki had saliva drooling from his lips, a collection of his own saliva, Minos, sloppily glistening down his lips, his very tongue lulled out of his mouth, often Minos would pluck it with his own hungry unsaturated mouth and sucked in absolutely every inch of it. The pause was not due to stamina on Minos part, but a shift. Nicki was exhausted, exhausted by the earthshattering pleasure, the orgasms he experienced which left their mark white and copiously on his stomach, bleeding his seed into the lingerie that still coated him.

Minos flipped Nicki over aggressively, primally, with earnest lust. Nicki found himself ass up, face down buried into the pillows. The poodle hadn't realized it but his mouth was so very dry and dehydrated, the only thing that had quenched his thirst was the saliva that leaked into his mouth through the passionate aggressive kisses. But he had also been a mix of broken mewls of passionate screaming, moaning, and cooing – all of which was now being weakly embraced by the pillow.

Minos slapped those ass cheeks with his mighty hands and spread his ass cheeks before violating that ass once again, heavy bull balls bullying without reservation the shaft of Nicki's cock and his own set of inferior balls. The feeling of all this, in one go, caused him to cum yet again. He had cum, and cum, and cum.

In that white seed that dominated his feminine figure, his sensually soft lingerie, was the last remains of his sanity and brains.

Nothing else could make him feel this way. Only Minos. Only Minos and his sadistic and twisted perverted dominant words about enslavement, about forever, about a life that might seem cruel and unusual to any outsider looking in. But Nicki knew, eventually, that those horrible and terrible futures twisted into grunted promises, was the words that added the spice to the evening. And the late, late night, all the way until the morning when he had been thoroughly broken in. He hadn't been trained in so far as Nicki might have thought, instead, he had been trained to accept Minos rough treatment as pure pleasure. Which was its own little stick and carrot. Nicki had been dehumanized in the process as well, because Minos had never once asked for his name, never. Minos didn't know it. Instead, Nicki had grown to respond and accept his new name as 'bitch' or 'whore' and in the more tender moments, girlfriend.

But never a true noun.

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Poor Sam had suffered the same fate as his companion, but his fate was much worse, or better, depending on how one might measure such a thing. Sam had experienced untold manner of pleasure, all of which could only be considered brutal and animalistic, which was pretty apt considering he was forced to service an entire barn full of bulls. When one was satisfied with fervent fucking, another would replace behind, and another, it was almost forever on going, and when the bulls had all been satisfied at least once, they'd had time to reinvigorate their stamina and go right back at it.

The screaming, threatening, and protests from Sam were stifled short and eliminated as the bulls dragged their hefty heaving bodies onto the breeding contraption, dominating Sam's field of vision with torrid and lewd vulgarity. The cocks were not to be denied, they were insistent and uncaring, completely selfishly motivated, all movements, motions, centered around the singular purpose of relieve. There was no candles, or coos, no interest or intention of salving Sam's poor little mind with complications such as romance, or passionate, it was all just pure and unmitigated and absolute lust. It was bestial. It was savage and uninhibited. Sam had no recourse and nothing he could do was going to stem the growing mounting lust. It seemed that as his asshole was filled with brutal phallus after insistent cock, the seed left behind, the movements of the next was more dominant and hungrier. Thankfully, Sam had been punished and brutalized in his ass unlubricated for so long that there was something of a relief, a paradise of that organ penetrating him going off and cumming, that thick sticky nectar from the bulls provided a solve in way of lubrication so that when a cock exited, only to be inevitably replaced, there was at least a smoothing agent that added some type of liquid that reduced, or even eliminated the friction of his penetration. This, however, just left the gut-wrenching main of being stretched out and ballooned outward.

Sam's pucker hole had been so overused and abused that it had swollen into a nice round donut, protruding so vastly that his cheeks could barely close with the cork that he was developing around the ring of his asshole. The violent thrusts of beasts that were easily ten times his weight unconsciously busted his cock against the wooden frame of the breeding device he was strapped to, so with each thrust his cock was rubbed raw against wood. This led to never ending strokes. Sometimes he was lucky in that he would be able to orgasm from the violent behavior behind him but sometimes the creature would seed his asshole far sooner then even his own orgasm.

There was no rhyme or reason to his ravaging rape. No passion, no romance, no attention to him as an actual sentient being, it was all instinctive and self-serving, so when he was able to orgasm, it was a beautiful and blissful thing. His cock was sore from such abuse, cumming when he could, all of this out of his power, so much out of his power that even after he came, the creature would continue until it was satisfied.

Sam was just a tool for their lusts and his own pleasure wasn't ever accounted for, leaving each pleasure, each sensation, to be a wild and frantic affair.

His mouth was used, overused, and continually went through bull after bull after bull, his throat was stretched out, his belly full with spunk. The herd, so tightly packed into the farm, was the perfect breeding ground for impatience. Sam could only service exactly two cocks at a time, one through the mouth, the other, his well-tuned and tortured asshole. This, this was not enough. Any body part was good enough for these creatures. They fucked Sam because they instinctively realized what a bitch was, and the bulls themselves, they weren't bitches, but a warm and porcelain soft body like Sam, he was absolutely a bitch.

Sam's body was a smorgasbord to them. His thighs, legs, feet, roped hands, cheek, hair, even his tail, all were used for their greater pleasure. Sam withered against the mistreatment, building and building to passionate sexual explorational heights of lust that Sam had never known before. Not just to be fucked, but to be used, repeatedly, everywhere. It was something that no one could withstand.

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Minos left Nicki passed out on the bed. He knew he wouldn't try to escape, but even if he had some kind of willpower left, he couldn't manage standing up. He'd been so used and abused throughout the night that no amount of will power would compensate for how exhausted he was. Minos went to the car and with superior strength pushed it onto his property, then hidden on the property so that only someone who knew where it was would find it.

The femboys were well known to him, as were they from everybody who watched even a shred of television. There were public warnings, there was news reports about these con artists, and Minos knew very well who they were and knew that while everybody was looking for them, nobody was looking for them, not personally, not specifically, and nobody knew where they were either. Meaning they were not only fair game but forfeited to the darkness of disappearing without a trace.

They now belonged to him. He went to the barn, the bulls were still using Sam, who had been fucked into oblivion and he just watched the dazed sleepy face of Sam. He bore witness to the fucking, each time Sam passed out from exhaustion, he was woken by a cock as it bashed inside him. It was a wonderful little show but the show must go on. He took the bulls, penned them, put a collar on Sam and released him. Sam's body gyrated like a little whore who had been gangbanged and left with more want then resistance. That cock had been so sorely overused and yet it was flushing itself against the massive naked furry thigh of Minos.

It seemed that training had taken quite well for Sam, who had no just been broken, but turned into an absolute sexual deviant. Sam hadn't experienced a silence of cumming for so long and was quite lewd in his obvious desire and want to cum.

Nicki was treated just the same. Sam waited patiently, his hands molesting his exposed cock, watching as a collar was wrapped around Nicki and he was dragged from his slumbering rest off the bed.

Sam, even jacking off shamelessly, couldn't cum, not without some extra external insistent motivation. Both of the addled brained anthros were taken into the room with his girlfriend who had been untouched the entire night, forced to hear all the screaming and moaning of pleasure and release, yet she hadn't a taste of it.

She was most excited to see not only her boyfriend, but the two broken toys following behind him rather willfully.