I Trudged back to my room leaving a small trail of theophania’s cum behind me as I went. My first time with anyone left me conflicted. Somehow I seemed to enjoy it, but I never asked for this. I never asked to be a cow, or used as a sex object, or trapped in this house. It was all so much, and I just couldn’t handle it.

My slow walk through the manor was not unnoticed. Everywhere I looked I could see my fellow cowgirls, watching. They were like hunters, stalking their prey. Me. I tried to hasten my walk to avoid the looking eyes. I turned a corner down toward my room, the home stretch.

A few of the cows stood in front of the hall like guards. I tried to stay out of their reach as I slinked into the hallway. The last thing I wanted was to find out what the cows had in store for me and my body.

I was devastated to see a herd blocking the hallway in front of me. The girls who impeded my escape were dressed in all sorts of cute outfits that barely held back their impressive bosoms. Overalls with nothing else, maid dresses and chefs outfits. All stared me down. I could see the lust in their eyes as they stared at me like a piece of meat.

I turned around trying to find some way out of this situation, only to see the cows who were guarding the hall now in front of me, blocking any escape. Idiot, it was a trap. Of course it was a trap, and I fell right into it. I looked around back and forth, both groups closed in on me.

Frantically I started trying the doors around me, desperate to find one that was open. Door after door was locked. There was one last door to try before the enclosing groups reached me. The door to Betsy’s room. It opened and swung out. I rushed inside the dark room and slammed it behind me.

There was a silence before I could hear mumbling outside. Then a fondling of the door handle. Desperately I held on trying to keep them out. Maybe if I held out long enough they’d give up and I could escape. A rustling and a deep, gravely, feminine voice came from behind me.

“I told you girls to leave me alone while I sleep. get-”

She paused mid sentence. Dread filled my heart as I heard her get out of bed. I glanced behind me, still holding onto the door for dear life. A figure emerged from a bed and as she got closer and closer more of her was illuminated by the light coming from under the door.

Eventually a monolith of a woman stood behind me. Large muscles filled her frame and she stood a good two feet larger than me, the other cows themselves stood only about a foot taller. I gave her a pleading face.

“Please help me…”

I could see her smile and she lifted me up by my waist. I went limp in her arms. She wasn’t as gentle as Mistress was. How I wished it could be her arms I was in and not these brutes. I called out to her, desperate that she might save me from this fate.

“Mistress! Help!”

There was no response, I was forsaken. The door opened and the herd poured in. They began whooping and hollering.

“Whooo! Betsy got her!”

“Come on Betsy, show her how it’s done!”

“I can’t wait to see this!”

All I could do was sit and wait. Being seen like this, naked and at someone’s mercy, it made my heart race. I wanted to escape but some deeper part of me wanted to see what would happen, so I stayed frozen in Betsy’s grasp. Too hesitant to give in, too willing to try and escape. 

Betsy carried me over to the wall and laid me on my hands and knees against it, my face pressed to it. My face was pointed at the crowd who still cheered and I could still feel Betsy’s strong hand holding me in place. Not like I could move though, I was still too frozen to act.

All the built up tension flooded away as I felt a large cock press against me. Even though I couldn’t see it I could feel it’s large size, I didn’t know if it could fit inside me. And yet, she kept pressing. I squirmed against the wall, I wanted to try and escape this defilement but I stayed. The crowd cheered, because of me.

Outside of this place I was a loser virgin. Women barely talked to me if they could avoid it and I could never connect with men. Life was miserable. A cavalcade of responsibilities and failed expectations. But here? Now? I was the focus. These women cheered for me to get used. And  I couldn’t deny it any longer. I liked being the center of attention for once, not fading into the background. I rather enjoyed being an object of lust.

Pop

“MOOOOOOOO”

Betsy had finally slipped in and I could feel her large cock filling me. I felt my stomach with one hand and there was a very apparent bulge where she was descending my stomach with her length. She went deeper and deeper, until there was no more room for her, and yet she still pressed. It was both painful and arousing. She filled every inch of space inside my poor pussy.

My breathing hastened as she started thrusting, I could feel her whole member the whole way, in and out. There was an audible slap above the sounds of the crowd as her body hit mine. Every pound pressed me against the wall, it felt like my whole body was squished by her weight. She grabbed one of my horns and began to move faster and faster. It was bliss, it was agony. Most of all, I wish it was Mistress using me. I imagined her filling me, rough handling me, using me however she likes. The thought comforted me, and took me to a better place.

“mooooo….”

I barely noticed when Betsy came, I only noticed the feeling of her letting go of me and sliding out of my pussy. Her cum dripped onto the floor between my legs. I huffed and puffed, thoughrilly exhausted. But I survived, and I could leave now. They had their fun. I shakily tried to lift myself up but I was pushed back into my place against the wall. Another cowgirl pinned me to the wall yet again.

“Mooo?”

Was I going to get used again? But I hadn’t had any time to recover from Theophania, let alone Betsy. It wasn’t fair. I squirmed, thrashed, moved in every possible way to evade the inevitable. But it was pointless, she was just much stronger than I was. I felt the third cock of the day enter me.

It wasn’t as pleasant as being with Theophania had been, nor as distracting as Betsy. It was just a fairly normal cock thrusting in and out of me while I squirmed. When she finished having her way, just like before, as I tried to get up another took her place. All the while the cheering never ceased, they took great pleasure in my misery.

I got more numb each time, by the fifth I stopped trying to get up. The eighth I started to relax. At the sixteenth I think I started to enjoy it. It was hard to tell. the world was fuzzy and all I could focus on was the overstimulation of orgasming again and again, and the gentle warm feeling of cum leaking out between rounds. A large puddle, sticky and warm, covered the floor. 

All the while I was still pointed at the crowd. The cute worker outfits slowly getting replaced by naked, satisfied, cum leaking cows. Until everyone had a turn. I didn’t know how long I'd been there, how many cows had used me, or even how many times each one of the cows had a turn with me. By the time they all left me alone I was gasping for air collapsed in a puddle of cum. I could hear the distinct sounds of heels clicking against the floor.

“Mistress…”

I weakly called out for her. I could see the pair of pale legs approaching me. I felt a gentle caress on my head.

“Good girl, everything is ok now, I’m here to take care of you.”

She picked me up, I tried to mutter words about cum getting on her pretty dress but I was too weak to actually be audible. Before I knew it I was in a warm bath, and my Mistress was scrubbing me down with soap. The warm water soothed my sore body and I relaxed fully in the tub. I never wanted that to happen again. I wanted to belong to only my Mistress.

“Mistress?”

“Yes Abie?”

“I never want to go through that again… Can I please just be yours? I’ll be good, I promise…”

A hand caressed my face, I leaned into it.

“Dear sweet Abie, I appreciate the sentiment. But that’s not your place. Would you like to know why you’re here?”

“Mhm”

“You saw all those cows. You felt how desperate they were for relief. We haven't had a brood mother in the house for a while. And I need you to be that, to take care of everyone and bring the next generation in.”

“Brood mother?”

“Why me?”

“Because I saw it in you, the desire to be a woman, to be used, to have something meaningful to contribute. You’re lucky, not everyone gets a purpose handed to them on a silver platter. Some of us have to create our own purpose.”

“But…”

“Shhhhhhh, it’ll all be ok Abie, you’re strong. You can handle this. You want to be a good girl right?”

“Mooooo”

“That's a good girl. Come on, let's get you dried up and off to bed, you’ve had a big day and could use some rest.”

Mistress picked me up and placed me gingerly on my feet and began drying me off with a towel. It was hard to think, my mind was in one place, Mistress’ arms. When I was thoroughly dry, Mistress picked me up and carried me off to my room, laying me to bed.