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Sex Slave Castle 2, by Jezebel Rose

Master put me into my cage. He led me by leash. By the time I made it there, my knees were hurting. I was hungry though, and Master said I had earned something to eat. Excitement rushed through me as my stomach growled for food.

My Master came back. It was dark and hard to see, but I saw what he put into my cage. He put fucking hay into my cage.

“Eat up, Cow.” He stated before leaving.

I wanted to say something, but I had learned I had best keep my mouth shut.

The hay was disgusting. It tasted like dry grass, but I ate it. At least it filled my stomach. My stomach hurt as I ate the hay. Groaning, I felt like throwing up, but I managed to keep it down.

It was chilly in the room, and without hardly anything to keep me warm, I snuggled in the corner of the cot, terrified of what was to come in the next day. Taking me hours to fall asleep, I eventually did. I woke up at multiple times in the night as I heard other women screaming or making strange noises upstairs in the dungeon.

There was always sound, which made my mind just as crazed as you might think. Master kept me on hay in the single little room for what I could tell, about a week. Finally, one day he came up after he had fed me, and clasped a dog leash around my neck.

I didn’t say anything, I kept quiet as he led me out of my cell to the outside of the castle. As I crawled on the ground, my knees hurt, but I kept going. God only knew what would happen if I stopped.

Still terrified, I watched as we came up to a single pole in the center of the ground standing straight up in the air. About waist high was four beams that crossed in the middle. At the end of each beam was a leash for the cow to be tied to, then forced to walk in a circle while the cross turned at a set speed.

I watched as Master took my leash and hooked it to the device. Three other young women around my age were led to the thing as well. Once clipped in, my Master took a step back and commanded me forward. “Move,” he said.

Pulling against the device, I found there was a fair amount of pressure to turn it.

“Move, now.” I heard Master command. He followed up with a crop to my ass, which hurt desperately, forcing me forward, pulling against the device. The woman in front of me was naked as well, crawling, and whipped repeatedly across her back. I was glad that my Master wasn’t so intense.

Pushing hard against the device, I felt it turning. Happy that I got it going with the other girls, we kept going for hours, sweating and digging our feet into the ground. Our hands pulled us forward in the mud as we tried our best to turn the device.

“Good job cow,” Master said as I passed him. I still received a painful crop to the ass, but I went along with it, desperate to please my Master.

I could tell my mind was changing day by day with the hay. It felt like my body itself was responding to the food, and now this. Crawling forward, I felt my large breasts pulling down on me, nearly low enough to drag on the dirt. I pulled hard against the machine, pouring sweat and wondering when Master would allow me to quit.

My muscles were sore, especially the ones in my legs. Crawling on the ground for hours upon hours was extremely difficult. I was coated in mud, from my stomach and tits up my ass and across my back. My feet kicked up dirt as I pushed every bit of energy into the device.

“Alright, you did… okay,” Master said, unclipping me from the device and walking me over to what appeared to be an old stable. I followed him, uncertain of what was to become of me. I felt a chill run up my spine as we entered the stables. My eyes widened in surprise.

To my left, eight women were on their hands and knees, their large breasts hooked up to milking machines. One woman, whom was not obeying, was being held down by three men while another milked her breasts manually.

On my right, six girls were being fucked by Bulls. They were screaming in pain, pleasure, or simply keeping their mouth shut while their bodies were vigorously fucked by the massive animals. They were nearly six feet tall from hoof to head, and as thick and heavy as a cow. Each had long curved horns from the front of their skull. It was nearly as long as their cocks, which were absolutely enormous. Way, way bigger than I thought any woman could take.

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