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Victoria Punk Breeding Farm

18+ MDNI | on Ao3

Happy birthday Eustass Kid <3

You're a cow hybrid who's been sold to Victoria Punk Breeding Farm due to bad behavior. Things don't improve from there. Hybrid Bull AU, NON CON, DARK

Reader x Kid, Killer, Heat & Wire

Next part to come for Killer's bday (2/2)

Thank you to -

@don-mellow who's Patreon art of Bullstass had me salivating. To be clear, their picture is NOT non-con, I'm just degenerate. I can't show you all as it's on Patreon but I *highly* recommend it.

@lockes-woods for letting me borrow their rainbow colored dildo system. It's convenient!

@quinloki for beta-ing this and keeping me hyped.

Notes:

Uh. It's what's on the container. It's dark, mind the tags. Bantengs are real! So cute, take a look.

“You’re gonna be sorry that you acted up now, you stupid bitch,” the Sebas said over his shoulder from the front driver’s seat of the van. You didn’t say anything back - you couldn’t, your previous owners had put a muzzle over your mouth before sending you off. They’d done more than that too, giving you a few final shocks on your collar and several kicks before stripping you naked and tying you up. Your wrists were tied together, looped into your collar preventing you from straightening out your arms. Your ankles and thighs were also bound tightly together as you laid on the floor of the truck cargo bed. Your previous owners said they had enough of your defiance and were selling you to the place where hybrid heifers went to be broken: Victoria Punk Breeding Farm.

You weren’t that worried, this would be the third farm that bought you. You’d been taken from your village for breeding and had given everyone hell ever since. You didn’t want to be bred by any huge bull, you kept trying to escape to get back home. You did anything and everything in your power to make life difficult for your captors and it had gotten you sold off twice. Maybe one more time and they’d give up on you and let you free.

You were a rarer kind of cow hybrid than most heifers found on breeding farms. Your tribe were wild banteng hybrids, not the domesticated kind of cattle most people were familiar with. You had little horns on the top of your head and an orangish hue common in your species. Herds and humans had been raiding your area’s villages for years, looking for more genetic diversity in the form of heifers and cows. You were out grazing in the summer sun and were caught by poachers, sold at a cattle auction and later farm to farm. And now, you were here.

You saw a large, hand painted sign that said the name of the farm in bold yellow letters along with a skull and crossbones. What kind of podunk, backwards ass place was this? As the truck turned off the paved road you were jostled harshly as the truck hit potholes in the dirt road. You hit your side right where you had a massive bruise and it made you groan from the pain.

“That’s nothin’ compared to what you’ll be gettin’ there. I’ve heard stories about this place. They’re gonna tear you up, put a calf in you, and keep goin’ until there’s nothin’ left. Good for something like you,” he sneered. Sebas stopped the van in front of a barn and turned the key, shutting off the vehicle. He turned to face you holding a small remote in his hand.

“One more, for old time’s sake,” Sebas said with an evil grin, pressing down on the button. You tried to brace for the pain but nothing could ever prepare you for what you knew was coming. Electricity coursed through your body, making all your muscles tense with the pain. The burning was excruciating on your neck where the metal had worn through the first few layers of your skin and you keened your pain with a high register. The shock was only supposed to last a few seconds but he hit it repeatedly, making you whine against the muzzle like the animal they told you that you were. Finally he had enough fun and put the remote back in his pocket, exiting the vehicle.

You heard Sebas greet someone but they didn’t respond, only grunted. It was said that the bulls at the Victoria Punk Breeding Farm had revolted and killed their owners, taking over the farm and running it themselves. But that was probably just something the heifers whispered to one another in the dead of the night, not something that actually happened. The doors to the cargo portion of the van opened, blinding you with the bright afternoon sunlight.

“Here she is. All yours,” Sebas said, motioning to you. There were two massive bulls in front of the doors, looking down at you like you were a piece of meat. They were both immense, their muscles rippling under their clothes. The taller of the two had bright red hair and a matching shade of lipstick. One of his horns had been broken off a few inches above his head, giving him a rough appearance. He was missing his left arm but had made some kind of metal contraption that functioned as one. The other wore a blue and white mask over a huge mane of blonde hair and large horns protruding from his head. Both were much larger and bulkier than the bulls you’d interacted with on the other farms and you could see the impressions of their huge cocks and even larger balls straining against their pants. Still, you weren’t going to let yourself be intimidated.

You were still tied up and unable to right yourself from when you’d fallen over in the van. You watched with disdain as Sebas entered the cargo bay and grabbed your arm to drag you over. You didn’t have any ability to resist after the shocks ravaged your body but you still glared at him as he pulled you by your arm towards the door.

“Get out,” the blue masked bull demanded in an even voice. Sebas dropped your arm and got out of the van while grumbling about bulls under his breath. The masked bull picked you up under your back and legs, carrying you out of the van with ease. You struggled weakly now, trying to get away. The bull didn’t even look at you before pinching your nipple hard with his large fingers. You made a yelping noise from behind your muzzle more from surprise than actual pain.

“Stop that,” he said in the same calm but authoritative tone as he used on Sebas. You narrowed your eyes at him but stopped moving. You’d save your strength for when you weren’t bound like a birthday present. The masked bull heaved you over his shoulder and smacked your ass for good measure. Prick.

“Alright, sign here Kid,” Sebas said, handing the red bull a clipboard.

“Captain Kid,” he replied, reading over the form. He was writing down notes in the space on the form for your condition upon arrival as he circled you. He gave a stiff poke to the bruise on your side with a large finger, making you wince. Finally, he glanced over at your face and neck. His eyes flicked over the collar your wrists were bound to. He reached out with a finger and you flinched back - much to your own anger - but all he did was stick his index finger in between your neck and the shock prongs on the collar.

“Take that off,” the red headed bull said to Sebas, practically spitting the words.

“What, the muzzle? It’s a -”

“No, that shit quality shock collar on her neck. Take it off before I do and put it around yours,” he sneered into the paling face of the driver. The driver hunched his shoulders in before fishing a key out of his pocket and climbing in the back of the van with you. You wanted that torture device off of you so you didn’t resist when he unlocked the collar from around your neck. Sebas took the collar off and handed it to Kid, who looked it over in his hand. Your wrists were still bound to the leather collar around your neck but you were happy that sadistic piece of metal was off your body.

“No wonder she won’t perform for you, coulda killed her with this. Lookit Killer, metal directly on the neck. What other dumbass shit you do to her?” he spat out, dropping the unit on the ground. He stomped it with his large boot, grinding it to useless bits. The other bull nodded but didn’t speak.

“Get the fuck off my property,” Kid said, holding Sebas by the front of the shirt before pushing him back towards the van. Sebas gave Kid a dirty look but quickly got back into the van, slamming the door behind him. The car turned over and Sebas drove it back the way he came, not giving you a glance out the window as he left.

“Now, little heifer, what are we gonna do with you? You been a naughty girl, causin’ problems for everyone. But here’s a secret - we like ‘em that way,” Kid said, gripping your face in his hand. You tried to put as much malice as you could into your eyes but it just made him laugh.

“Oh, you’re gonna be a fun one,” he said, walking towards the barn. Killer followed and you did too as you dangled over Killer’s shoulder.

~~~

At previous farms, you fought every single step of the way from the assessment to the inspection. Here, they didn’t even give you the chance. You were still gagged and tied from your previous owners as Killer brought you into the barn. It was large and lit by a few overhead lights but mostly from the windows high up in the barn. The smell of sweet hay hit your nose as well as the muskier scent of bulls in breeding season. Some of the other stalls were closed and you heard the noise of skin hitting skin and low moaning from cows. You pointedly ignored both the sounds and your new owners.

“Bring ‘er here. I don’t like the look of that muzzle either,” Kid said, giving you a speculative once over. Killer brought you to the largest stall and set you on the padded bench inside. You were going to give them hell but after they took off the muzzle. It wasn’t the right size for you and the metal on the sides had rubbed the outsides of your cheeks raw. A few layers of skin were missing and you could taste blood with every swallow of saliva you managed.

Kid reached behind your head and unbuckled the muzzle, taking it off of your mouth more carefully than you expected. You worked your jaw a few times, happy to be able to finally open it after so long of it being forcibly shut. Before you could say anything, Kid grabbed your jaw in one large hand and tilted your head upwards. You tried to jerk back but his grip was too firm and you were still bound in an awkward position. Back at the old farm you didn’t really care about being naked all the time, it didn’t feel sexual since they weren’t able to contain you or find a bull that suited you. Now you had two large, well muscled bulls staring you down and a prickle went down your spine. Your nipples were hard in the brisk air and even though your legs were bound tightly together you could tell their pheromones were affecting you.

“Rubbed the skin off around her mouth. Fuckin’ idiots,” he muttered. He let go of your face and gave you a grin while you glared at him. “Got something to say, Runt?”

“Fuck you,” was the very first thing that you said to Eustass “Captain” Kid, your new owner. It wouldn’t help you but you were tired of stewing in your anger. He bought you, he got the whole package, foul mouth included.

“Not yet. Don’t wanna split you in half, gotta train you up,” he said, still grinning. Smile turning into a frown, he recaptured your chin and gripped it tightly between his thumb and index finger, tilting your head up. You tried to bring it back down but weren’t able to as he stopped your movements with two fingers. It didn’t bode well for your ability to defy him physically but you’d persevere. You knew you weren’t as strong as a bull but everyone always underestimated your intelligence. Humans and hybrids alike assumed cows were docile, stupid, and horny, and you were all too happy to let them think that to keep them unaware of your plans.

“Kil, get salve for her neck and mouth.” Killer nodded once and left the paddock near silently, his tail swishing behind him. You were a little surprised that he cared about the wounds on your mouth, none of your other owners noticed much less cared enough to treat it. Regardless, he was just another asshole to deal with until you could escape. You finally took a look around the stall you were in. There was a metal rack bolted to the floor with modified stocks at the front in addition to the bench you were sitting on. It looked like a breeding stall, which you weren't interested in the slightest. Your previous farms had tried to gentle and tame you before mating you but it hadn't worked.

Kid pulled a bowie knife out of a holster on the side of his pants without warning. You tried not to show any fear but you'd hear stories from other heifers and didn't know what was true or not. You cringed back but Kid used the knife to cut through the bindings on your legs and then your old collar. Your wrists were still bound together but your sore legs were thankful for the reprieve. You huffed from irritation as Kid spent a moment rubbing your outer thighs and touching your bruise. Like he gave a shit , you thought. Killer returned with a first aid kit and something tinkling in his hand.

“Oh, fuck no,” you hissed at the sight of a collar with a bell. Kid put his hand on your shoulder to stop you from moving away from Killer as he approached.

“No fuckin’ way, I’m not wearing that stupid demeaning shit -” Kid laughed a dark laugh, putting his hand in your hair and used to to pull your face to look at his.

“No one’s asking.” Killer brought the collar with the cowbell and stood next to Kid, who kept his hand in your hair. You tried to move away but since your legs were asleep you didn't get far. Killer clasped the new collar around your neck easily, the bell clanging as you bucked and tried to prevent it. You absolutely hated the bell and what it represented. It showed that they thought you were a simple, stupid cow, ready to obey their every command without question. Ready to be bred and come on the cock of every bull who entered your pen, like a dumb drooling bovine.

“Lookit you, so ready to fight. Where you goin’ little cow?” Kid sneered at you, now taking your bound wrists in his metal hand and raising them above your head.

“You mighta had them all comin’ and goin’ at your old place but here the only place you’re goin’ is in the stocks and the only place you’re comin’ is on my cock,” he said, giving you a wide once over now that he could see your tits better.

“Aw, lookit your cute horns. Don’t see those much on heifers,” Kid said, reaching for your head. You jerked your head back away from his hands.

“Don’t touch ‘em,” you spat at him. They were sensitive, much more than people or hybrids guessed.

“You don’t call the shots here, heifer,” Kid replied, his fingers grasping a horn and rubbing a thumb down its length. Your horns were short and fuzzy, not meant for damage or fighting like his and Killer’s were. You inhaled a breath and tried to shake him off but he persisted in rubbing them. You wanted to keen at the feeling of a bull’s touch there but you kept your mouth clamped shut. He grasped your whole horn in a meaty hand and used it to pull your head towards his body. Soon he had both horns in his hands, the flesh and the metal. You were worried the metal hand would injure your horn but it was holding your horn with surprising finesse. You wondered who made his arm but your thoughts scattered as he started rubbing the base of your horns, making you want to stamp your feet from pleasure.

“What’s wrong? You’re likin’ this, I can smell in on ya,” Kid taunted. You opened your mouth to retort but as you did, Killer shoved an o-ring gag in. You were too surprised to resist and he buckled the gag behind your head as easily as the collar had. You hadn’t even seen him take it out you were so entranced in the feeling of Kid touching your horns.

“Hold ‘er,” Killer said, reaching for the first aid kit. With that, you tried your hardest to thrash and fight your way out of Kid’s hold. You pulled against him as hard as you could, using your legs to try and scramble off the bench. Kid didn’t even bother looking at you, he was watching what Killer was taking out of the box.

“That one? What about -” Kid asked as Killer removed a tube of salve. It was humiliating trying your hardest only to be met with indifference.

“Antiseptic.”

When Killer had what he wanted, Kid pulled your wrists high over your head. Killer squeezed some on his finger as Kid put his hand under your chin and pulled your head up. Killer gently smeared the salve over the area affected by the shock collar and the sting made you wince. His hands were deft and warm as he then bandaged the area to keep it clean. In an impressive but wordless display of communication, Kid then pushed your head back down and held it in place as Killer touched your cheeks where the muzzle had rubbed your skin.

“These’ll be OK. Might wash ‘em later though.” Kid just grunted and let go of your head. You tried headbutting him backwards but he grabbed you by the waist and moved you like a piece of furniture. You kicked and bucked but nothing was stopping his march towards the breeding stocks. You’d never seen a contraption like it before. It looked like a regular breeding stall but it had been modified to keep a heifer in place. There was a raised platform that would put you at cock-height if you were on all fours. At the front of the platform there was a regular stocks for your head and hands to stick through. There were rings spaced evenly apart, about every foot, all up and down the metal poles of the stall and ropes coiled in the corner.

Killer took the top off the stock portion and you redoubled your efforts to get away. Neither one of them bothered to talk to you as they manhandled you into position. Kid used the knife to slice through your wrist bindings, giving you your best shot at freedom yet. You tried to scramble off the platform but had barely made a move before Kid grabbed your newly freed wrists in one hand. Killer walked to the platform, waiting for Kid to bring you over.

Between the two of them, they moved you on your hands and knees, placing your head and hands into the stocks. It was like they were moving a doll with how easily they were able to get you in position, despite how violently you were trying to get away. Pulling, punching, kicking, bucking - nothing had any effect on the fact that Killer was locking the stock back into place. With your head and hands in the stocks, only your lower body was free. And that was shortly amended as Kid and Killer used the ropes in the stall to spread your legs. They tied your ankles, below your knees and your thighs to the sides of the stall, keeping you spread for their pleasure. You were seething but unable to do anything except glare and drool at the two bulls responsible for your treatment.

“Aw don’t be so mad, Runt. You’ll be smilin’ by the end of the night,” Kid said, smacking your ass hard.

“Pretty,” Killer said, running an appreciative hand down your flank. If your legs had been free you would have kicked him.

“Yeah, she’s alright,” Kid said dismissively. He grabbed your short tail and pulled it upwards, revealing your cunt and unused asshole. He grunted and put it back down, leaving the stall. If you weren’t so relieved not to be bred you would have been offended. You heard the sound of rushing water and hands being washed before you felt a warm washcloth being rubbed down your backside. You jolted - what the fuck were they putting on you?

“Calm the fuck down, just washin’ the dirt off ya from the van,” Kid said as he lifted your tail again to clean you. Despite not trusting him as far as you could throw him, you did relax a little. It did feel like water and it felt nice. You hadn’t been allowed to bathe for a while having lost the privilege after escaping out the bathroom window at the last place. Kid gave you a thorough washing and threw the cloth in the corner.

While Kid was washing you down, Killer had put his fingers in your mouth, using your tongue to wet them. He wasn’t actively thrusting them inside, just allowed them to sit in there for the moment. You didn’t know what his game was but you were absolutely sure you didn’t like where it was going.

“Look what she’s been hiding this whole time, Kil” Kid said with a wolf whistle. Now that you were clean he was spreading your pussy lips with his thick metal fingers, running a flesh finger up and down your slit. You wanted to bolt but the stocks and the leg bindings kept you from moving a single inch. All you could do is take it as Kid’s fingers started brushing through your folds, revealing your wet hold and twitching clit.

“Pretty princess pussy,” Kid said, now rubbing a finger along your hole. He started stroking your clit gently, making you want to clench your spread legs together. You tried to remain silent so as not to give them the satisfaction of knowing they were getting to you but it was getting difficult as Kid continued to rub your clit and alternatively grind the heel of his hand gently against it. He was getting a good rhythm going and you could feel your wetness start to seep out of your cunt.

“Responsive too, gonna make a nice little fuck,” he said, continuing to torment you. Against your will you let out a small moan as he rubbed your clit with a little more strength. Kid slipped a finger inside you, his large finger about equal to two of your own. You tightened against the intrusion but Kid showed you no mercy as he started to work it in and out of you. Based on the day of the month you were close to your heat, enough to make your body react to what Kid was doing.

“You think she’s ever taken a rough pounding?” Killer asked, his fingers still inside your mouth while you drooled over them through the gag. One of his hands was unbuckling his belt and pants while the other kept your head where he wanted it. He freed his cock and now you knew why he was holding onto the gag. If he hadn’t you would have tried to buck away. There was no way that thing was fitting in your mouth without you passing out. It was hard to tell if Killer was making eye contact through the mask but he steadily brought his cock towards your face. It was larger than any you’d ever taken before and the sight had you nervous.

“Nah, not in this tight cunt. Fuck , she’s wet. I think she likes this, Kil. Heh, sorry little heifer, I gotta stretch you out before I mount ya,” Kid drawled as he put a second finger in your cunt to join the first. If you had full range of motion you might have fucked your hips back to meet his fingers but you were immobilized as he finger fucked you closer to your orgasm. You were still a ways away but as you felt the fluttering of your cunt around his fingers, his rhythm changed.

“You thought, huh?” he laughed from behind you. Your face flooded with heat, not from shame but from anger. But you didn’t have time to dwell on it as Killer pushed the tip of his cock through the gag. You tried to rear back as far as the stock allowed you but he slapped your cheek with one finger in response. It wasn’t painful, just a signal to get your attention.

“No. It’s going in. You can take it,” he said, moving it in further. Despite his optimism you didn’t see how his massive erection was going to fit in your mouth.

Kid moved away but you couldn’t see where as you focused on breathing.

“How’s her throat?” Kid asked conversationally, like he was asking about the weather.

“Tight. Needs training too,” he replied, forcing his huge cock to the back of your throat. You felt tears running down your face as he gagged you on his cock before pulling back. He wasn’t completely out of your mouth but you were able to breathe easier now that he wasn’t pushing towards your throat.

“Take a breath through your nose,” Killer instructed you. It was difficult since your nose was running from crying but you tried.

“Again,” he said. After you did so, he thrusted to the back of your throat, causing your airway to get cut off once more. If this is what his cock did to your throat, you were not excited to feel it in your cunt. You swallowed just thinking about that fat cock hitting your cervix, making you wince in pain as your throat closed around Killer’s cock.

“ Aah fuck she’s good though. Can be taught,” Killer said, now rubbing your horns as well. You wanted to moan between his fingers and Kid’s but your mouth was otherwise occupied so the sound came out as a guttural bellow.

“She fuckin’ better for how much I paid for her,” Kid said, now returning. You heard a bottle click open and something being squeezed out but you weren’t sure what was happening. As Killer continued to bear back farther into your throat slowly, you felt something prodding at your now sopping core. It felt like a rubber cock, you’d seen some dildos at the other breeding farms to train cows who were too small to take a full bull. You felt only a small stretch as Kid fucking it into you, thrusting it forwards and back, like a cock would. It felt alright, a little strange, but it didn’t hurt. It was curved and almost hit your sensitive spots but not quite.

“Aw, she’s hungry for it. Suckin’ it right in,” Kid said, using his other hand to spread your pussy lips to watch the dildo go in. He moved it in and out at the same rate Killer was fucking his cock into your mouth.

“Wanna bet on how much she can take?” Kid asked, pushing the dildo farther into your cunt.

“Hmm. Maybe the blue? I don’t think much more than that yet, she’s pretty small,” Killer replied thoughtfully, as if this was a great riddle to solve.

“She’s already at orange, barely started. I think indigo,” Kid replied. Ah, so the dildos were in rainbow order. If you were only at orange, violet was going to be too much for you. Hopefully Kid didn’t split you in half with the dildos - or his erection.

“Suck,” Killer said to you, pulling on one of your horns. Even a small yank had you whining in discomfort so you hollowed out your cheeks and sucked in like Killer told you to. Killer inhaled sharply and started a rhythm with his cock, fucking it into your mouth as Kid removed the dildo from your pussy. The dildo was swiftly replaced with another, slightly larger one that was shoved in just as the previous one had been. Working it in and out of you felt pretty good, not that you would have said so to Kid.

“I’m jumpin’ straight to indigo after this. This is the green one and she’s takin’ it like the cow she is,” Kid said, removing the last dildo. This time a much larger rubber cock was prodding at you and you felt Kid start to rub your clit again. You wanted to object but the gag prevented you from talking and you had a feeling they wouldn’t have listened anyway.

“That’s it, take it all. You’d better if you know what’s good for ya, I’m next,” Kid said ominously. Despite his words, he didn’t shove the dildo in roughly but pushed in degrees, allowing you to accommodate the large plastic phallus. You took it fully, feeling it bottom out to the flared base as a whirring sound caught your attention.

“Pay attention,” Killer said, pinching your horn roughly. Focusing back on Killer, you tried to relax your throat to make the stretch of his cock fit better inside your too-small mouth.

“That’s a good cow,” Killer sighed, thrusting to the farthest point he’d gone yet. You gagged but this time he didn’t pull back, letting you gag and drool over his cock. You were getting scared of how little you were able to breathe until buzzing on your clit took your thoughts back to Kid. He had a vibrator pressed to your clit as he worked the large dildo in and out of you.

“Can’t believe those fuckin’ idiots didn’t know what to do with this. She’s practically cryin’ for it,” Kid said, addressing Killer.

“She’s cryin’ over here, too,” he replied, now fucking your throat as he pleased. He wrapped one large hand around as much of the front of your throat as the stocks allowed, squishing your neck against the top of the stocks and keeping you exactly where he wanted you. Your legs were twitching from the attention of your clit and if Kid kept it there for just a moment longer, you’d….

Nothing.

Kid pulled the vibrator off and you growled into Killer’s cock.

“She’s mad,” Killer noted with an amused chuckle, still fucking your throat. His hand pressed on your throat made it so you could feel his cock as it slid through the gag.

“So what? Only good cows get to come. She hasn’t earned anything yet, maybe an ass fucking,” Kid said offhand, like it was no big deal. Despite the stimulation you were receiving your eyes widened - no one had ever touched your ass before. Cows were needed to breed, no one bothered with anal sex.

“Oh, that got her attention. She clenched down hard,” Kid said, pulling your pussy lips apart speculatively to watch your cunt suck in the dildo.

“I’ll test it after I finish. Probably a virgin ass,” Killer replied, like he was talking about the color of your hair. It was humiliating listening to them talk about you like you weren’t there, or like you were a piece of meat for them to fuck. If you didn't have a gag and a huge cock in your mouth you would have torn them a new one. As it was, Killer was picking up steam and fucking you hard, holding on to your horns as he pushed into your mouth.

“Horns are hah hah convenient, but nnggh sensitive,” he mentioned as you felt his mushroomed tip spasm in your mouth. He was chasing his pleasure, fucking you full speed but not clenching your horns in his hand, just holding them to keep you in place.

“You want me to let ‘er come?” Kid grunted, fucking the dildo into your gushing cunt.

“ Hah hah up to you, Cap,” Killer deferred even as you felt him jerking erratically. Kid grunted again, seemingly his preferred communication method, and turned up the vibrator on your clit while removing the dildo. Now you were trying to squirm and felt yourself keening as you fluttered around nothing.

“Fuck this, I’m done with the dildos. She can handle it, can’t ya,” Kid said, removing the dildo and thrusting two fingers into your dripping cunt instead. You clenched around them, desperate for something to come around as he continued to tease your clit.

“Yeah, she’s ready. Fuckin’ finally,” Kid said with a groan, like you’d kept him waiting on a date. He removed his fingers and you heard the sound of a belt buckle loosening and pants being undone.

“Be nnngh patient, she’s small,” Killer chided him. Killer’s thrusts were erratic and speeding up, if you didn’t have the gag in you wouldn’t have been able to maintain his speed and size. Killer reached down with one large hand and groped your dangling breast, pinching your nipple. With a soft grunt, he came down your throat. Even though he was so far back in your throat you couldn’t taste much of it, some dribbled out the sides of your mouth due to the sheer volume. Thrusting shallowly, Killer rode out his high before pulling out completely. Swiping his thumb through the cum escaping your mouth, he placed his thumb back in your mouth.

“Finish it,” he commanded you, like you had a choice. He gave one last grope to your breast before heaving himself inside his pants and rebuttoning them. His other hand cupped your cheek and rubbed it tenderly.

“It’ll be easier next time,” he said with affection in his tone. If he ever tried that without a gag you’d bite his cock off , you thought to yourself. Humming to himself, he walked off to the side where your eyes couldn’t follow. Just as he left, you felt the tip of Kid’s cock nudging your entrance. Setting his metal hand on your hip, he pushed into you and your tail perked up in shock. It was bigger than the last dildo by a significant margin and the stretch was on the edge of pain. You whined and drooled through your gag, unsure that you’d be able to take him at all, much less to the base like you’re sure he wanted. Moving slowly, Kid gave you no quarter to rest as he continued forward. He started rubbing your clit again, somehow causing you to clamp down on his cock which gave you even less room.

“ FUCK fuck fuck she’s tight! ‘S best idea I’ve had in a while,” Kid said, fully sheathing himself in your cunt. His cock speared you in a way you’d never felt before and you whimpered at the sensation. Kid stopped moving and gave you time to adjust, playing with your tits as they dangled as if to pass the time.

“Should pierce these,” Kid threw over his shoulder to Killer. You couldn’t see Killer’s reaction but he didn’t reply.

“Get ready,” Kid said, finally addressing you. He pulled out only to fuck back into you with a snap of his hips. His flesh hand wound its way down to your clit and began rubbing you mercilessly. Now you were whining for a different reason as sensation flooded your cunt. You’d heard other heifers talking about how much they loved being bred by their bulls, how nothing could compare to the feeling of being stuffed full. You’d never related, finding the bulls and their cocks irritating more than anything else. But now - now you understood. Kid was everywhere - he was slapping his thighs against your own, he leaned over and caged your body in, his huge biceps making you feel tiny in comparison. His balls were now swinging and hitting your clit with every powerful thrust. The bell around your neck was ringing with every pump, reminding you who was the bull and who the cow.

“G’na breed you, little heifer,” he grunted into your ear as he leaned over you. “G’na be my good little slut, yeah? Tight little nnh fuckin’ cunt, all for me ‘n my bulls. G’na fill you up so much you won’t have the energy for anything else. Just a dumb cock sleeve for me to drain my balls into.” For the first time you were glad you were gagged so you didn’t have to answer beyond a moan.

“Knew you’d hah hah like that. I can tell your kind a mile away, a heifer who fuckfuckfuck thinks she owns the place. But I own you , little cow. You’re aah mine now,” he bit out into your ear, his stubble scraping your cheek. You closed your eyes to stop the assault on all your senses but it didn’t help. You were close to coming but hoped he couldn’t tell.

He could.

“Should I let you? D’you wanna come on this bull cock? Y’wanna come on your new owner?” he asked his flesh hand joining his metal one to grab your hips and push into you roughly. You nodded, you needed to come. The coil of pleasure in you had been rising since they’d put you in the stocks and you couldn’t take much more. Kid grabbed your hair and tilted your head back. You opened your eyes and you could see his own boring into you over the top of the stocks.

“First good thing you’ve done so far.” He released your hair and turned on the vibrator you hadn’t realized was still there, touching it to your clit. You only lasted a few seconds before you screamed from behind the gag, coming all over his cock. Your vision tunneled as your toes curled, riding the crest of pleasure Kid had ripped from your body.

“So nasty, such a messy pussy,” Kid crooned at you while fucking you through your high. Grunting, he pummeled you as you finally came down, reaching his own orgasm as you finished yours. You felt the hot ropes of cum bursting from him as he grunted and held you in place. Taking a few harsh breaths, Kid pulled out of you.

“Not bad for the first time,” he said, loosening the ropes to one of your legs. Killer had reappeared and was doing the same to the other side. After all the rope had been loosened, you slumped onto the table, unable to keep your legs from shaking. Killer unlocked the stocks and removed the top, throwing it on the ground unceremoniously. After removing your gag, Killer scooped you up before you could collapse completely, your limbs limp from the hard use of the bulls.

“Put ‘er in the first pen,” Kid said, coiling the ropes back into neat piles. Killer carried you bridal style as you fought to keep your eyes open. He carried you to the other side of the barn where the sleeping pens for cows were. Opening the barn gate, he closed it behind him and sat on the large chair with you on his lap. You leaned back against his broad chest, noting for the first time that his left arm had significant scarring on it. He reached across you and handed you a cup of water. You drank it greedily and handed it back silently once you were done. You thought he was going to dump you on your ass in the hay but he continued to hold you for a few moments longer.

You didn’t protest. You needed strength and energy to get away and frankly, you were tired. He wasn’t doing anything, just letting you relax on him after coming down your throat while his Captain fucked you raw. You closed your eyes and felt a blanket settle over your body as Killer massaged your limbs and tired jaw. You weren’t sure how long you were like that before Killer shifted again, turning you over in his arms. You were a little dazed still so you didn't fight too much until it was too late. He had you settled over his massive thigh, your legs pinned beneath one of his own. You started flailing and trying to wiggle away but he caught your wrists and pinned them behind your back.

“One more thing, then dinner,” he said. You hoped the ‘thing’ was him being struck by a bolt of lightning. No such luck.

“You been fucked in the ass before?” he asked, rubbing the globes of your ass with his free hand.

“N-no,” you stated in a shakier voice than you intended. He picked up your tail and put his thumb on your puckered hole.

“Anything go back here?”

“No!” you wailed, shaking your head and attempting to yank your wrists away. Killer dragged his finger through the copious amounts of fluids still dripping from your cunt. You felt something warm on your asshole and pressure as Killer started working his finger inside the tight ring of muscle.

“St-stop! Ple-ase don’t!” you begged as the impassive man above you continued his mission. It didn’t hurt exactly but it didn’t feel great, either. The strange sensation continued as Killer slowly worked his finger in a wide circle to loosen your muscles. You started crying as quietly as you could - you had been able to avoid it during your time with the two of them due to the sheer amount of input you were given. But now you were squirming on Killer’s lap, immobilized just by his body as he did what he wanted with you. Kid was no better, fucking you like some bull in rut as your body came undone for him.

“Almost done,” he said, as if to placate you. You’d never hated anyone in your life as much as Killer and Kid, and that included Sebas who shocked you for fun every night at the last farm. You felt him continue past his second knuckle until the rest of his fingers were flush with your ass. He hummed and removed his finger slowly, almost reluctantly. He let go of your wrists and legs, setting you down on the ground. He took a lead from the corner of the stall and clicked the clasp to the collar around your neck. There was no lock, you’d be able to unclasp yourself if you so chose.

“Stay here. Don’t try to escape, it’s not worth it. I’ll bring dinner,” was all Killer said before he left you alone in the pen. You dried your cheeks and eyes with the back of your hand, looking around you. There was a small cot and the blanket Killer had covered you with before. There was a small pile of hay, which made you want to throw it out of the pen. You decided not to because it might be a good hiding spot for something. You weren’t sure for what but early on in your captivity you learned never to throw away anything useful. You waited for Killer to return pretending to be the good little heifer they thought they turned you into. Besides, you thought you smelled pasta and you were hungry.

Kid’s POV

The bulls were in their den, watching the new heifer on the CCTV while they lounged in the ripped leather arm chairs. It was good entertainment, watching her angrily plan her escape. She talked a big game, all barbs and venom, ready to bite their heads off if given half a chance. And yet she’d still come moaning sweetly on his cock like a docile little heifer. She’d fit in nicely at the farm and Kid couldn’t wait to sink into her again. He was drinking from the bottle, passing it to Wire, the bull to his right. They’d fed her dinner and thought she would pass out from exhaustion but she was up and getting ready to enact her plan.

“She’s gonna run,” Wire said, taking a large swig.

“Yep,” Kid replied, watching her scan the area for a guard.

“I warned her,” Killer replied, drinking a dark beer through a straw. The heifer had her hand around the hammer of her bell as she unlocked herself from the lead. As she quietly climbed over the wall to the pen, Kid got sight of the dark bruise on her side. Just seeing it again made him wish he killed that fucker who brought her to the farm. He was a pathetic worm, hurting someone who was weaker and couldn’t fight back besides. When the heifer had arrived she was sweating and her muscles were still twitching from the aftershocks of the electricity. Kid had wanted to jam that shock collar down his throat and push the button and see how that fucker reacted. Maybe he still would, depending on what the heifer told him. He could just see the tips of her cute little horns leaving the barn as she crept away. Wire palmed his cock through his pants and stood up to stretch his arms above his head, putting the bottle of alcohol on the ground.

“And there she goes. You’re up, Wire,” Heat noted, grabbing the bottle and taking a long drink.

“Have fun,” Kid said, switching the cameras to the fields outside. The heifer’s head was poking out the barn door, scanning the area.

“I plan on it,” Wire said, a dark smile passing over his features.

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