"Sorry, Gumdrop, I meant an available pussy."
I mooed my approval for the new definition, crossing my forelegs.
"Nah, I'll take her, you go with the spotted one!" said Kam. I was finally having black cock, it seemed! I mooed happily. Even though I had already had two orgasms that day, I still felt really horny. Fergie had warned me about that effect of the milk-enhancers and I have to say, it was one of the best aspects of being a cow.
They both pulled out their crops from their belt. Aaron was leading Cupcake for milking, as she had been asleep for at least a couple of hours, while I and Kam remained behind to let him answer a text. When he was done, he swished his crop, hitting me as delicately as Aidan used to and I started walking. As the following stroke was not coming, I stopped after a few steps. Kam seemed perplexed and I realized that he had not understood that he had to keep whipping me for me to keep moving. So I gave him a hint waggling my rump a little and mooing.
"Oh, yeah, sorry." he said and resumed the lashing.
Don't get me wrong, my ass was still hurting a lot from Fergie's punishments, and I would have been more than happy to play dumb and resume walking without the need of the crop, but Aidan's words about my exceptional progress had spurred me to aim for perfection in my cow behavior.
Kam chose a different suite than the one I had already been to, for the satisfaction of my still too human curiosity. He seemed to have picked one at random, because, when we ended up in a room that aimed to resemble a slaughterhouse, he gasped. In this one there was no bed, just a concrete floor covered with a layer of water. The walls were covered in glossy white tiles, which made the environment looking quite aseptic, an impression reinforced by the greenish lighting. From the high ceiling dangled a multitude of chains. Many of them were ending with padded cuffs and robust-looking bands. I imagined that the bed was not required because the cow was meant to be fucked either standing or suspended from the ceiling after having been strapped to them. Butt-plugs, dildos and vibrators where attached to the other chains. The rest of what I now assumed as the customary sex-toys for hucows were stored in a tool shelf.
The setting was admittedly creepy, bordering on disturbing, but either my horniness or my curiosity of having sex while suspended with a man sporting a big black cock, made me a little wet.
"Wow, I should've read the brochure more carefully, huh, Gumdrop?" commented Kam with a nervous smile, a little taken aback.
I decided to put him more at ease, and I stepped a little further, trying to assume the innocent expression of an animal snooping around in an unknown environment. When I met a metal dildo level with my face, I gave it a timid lick, as if it was an innate reflex. Then, still not looking at Kam, I absentmindedly started to suck it, trying to give him the impression that I was doing it without even thinking about it. That did the trick:
"You like the shining toys, huh, darling?" said Kam, unfastening his tool belt and then undoing his overalls. I kept ignoring him and playing with my tongue on the dildo, my bull ring and tongue stud clinking softly on its metal surface. A few seconds later I felt his hand on my hindquarters and his whisper in my ear:
"I have a nice toy for you too, ya know?"
He grabbed my fore-hooves and cuffed them each to one of the hanging restraints. I let him do it without stopping my work on the dildo. In a moment my forelegs were pulled upwards, a pulley whirring above me, and, as my hind-hooves were leaving the ground, I emitted a stagy frightened moo, soon stifled by the dildo I had been playing with, pushed by Kam in my mouth.
He explored my body a little, kissing the length of my spinal cord, whispering "You are very sweet indeed, Gumdrop!", and pinching playfully my nipples. He then went for my butt-plug and removed it carefully. I was feeling deliciously helpless and so terribly empty! His cock grazed my thighs, but due to the height of my hind-hooves and the fact that I was suspended, he was too short to reach my well-lubed and waiting ass.
"Let's see if we can put you in a more accessible position." he mumbled, finally strolling in front of me. His cock, protruding from his shirt, still buttoned, was indeed huge. With a shiver, I hoped that my butt-hole could accommodate him. He rummaged in the tool shelf and I heard him mutter:
"Uh, these should be fun!" and then "Here it is!"
He came back with something made of metal in one hand and another remote in the other. Kissing me on my belly button, that sported a piercing with a dangling heart-shaped pink gem, he raised his hand and fastened a clamp on each of my nipples, sending waves of pain and pleasure in my breasts. They were connected with a chain ending in a metal sphere, which, as soon as it was free to hang loose, made my every movement a new powerful stimulation of my sensitive areolas.
He hid behind me again, I heard the pulleys whirring again, felt him strap my waist and my hind legs and soon I found myself suspended almost horizontally, at a lower distance from the ground. That made my nipple situation worse, but it was nothing compared to what Kam did afterwards. He pushed his cock in my asshole, which was indeed not ready for his thickness and, albeit slightly painful, the stretching caused a vague sensation of fainting, light-headedness if you will. Together with the fact that I was suspended, I really felt like I was flying, like in a weird, exciting sex dream. Kam slowly but steadily rammed his shaft into me, while giving me pats on my pussy, as if he was keeping time. Between my loud moos of overstimulation, a powerful mix of pain and pleasure, I heard Kam shouting:
"It's so fucking tight! Damn it's good!"
I lost track of time, overwhelmed by it all. I do not even know how, but I came again. He, however, did not. Finally relieving me of the clamps, he explained why:
"Before we finish our introduction, I wanna try something even cooler."
I felt my hind-legs being hoisted up and, all the while, my forelegs being let go, until I was hanging upside down, mooing a little frightened. What was he up to? I was pulled up until I found his swollen member in front of my face. It seemed even bigger from up close. When he hugged my waist, I immediately understood what was going to happen. Up until then, I had given plenty of blowjobs, sometimes letting the man pushing my head on his cock, but I would never have called that being fucked in the mouth. Kam fucked my mouth, he pushed his cock inside of it the same way he had done with my asshole, with no pause, no help on my part, actually no control whatsoever on my part. No matter how much I gagged, spluttered and gasped for air, he kept going until warm jizz hit my throat. Fortunately, at that point, he had dragged me a little to his back, so that I was in an oblique position, more suitable for receiving his semen. I waited to swallow it until he had put me back on my feet, however. When he did, I was a little dazed. He looked at me worriedly, a little ashamed and probably wondering if he had not taken it too far. So I decided to give him a shy kiss on the cheek to reassure him, knowing that if I wanted to be the perfect cow I had promised Aidan, it was important for whomever used me to know that they could to whatever they wished with me.
Relieved, he brought me back to the barn, where we met Aaron and Cupcake. As they corralled us to the feeding area, I noticed that she had the same dreamy look that I imagined I had too. I was curious about her experience with the other stable boy and already thinking about how to tell her mine that night, when the two men started talking about it behind our backs.
"So, how was yours?" asked Kam, who actually sounded more eager to share his tale than hear Aaron's. We cows were now facing a trough filled with what looked very much like grass and instead tasted like some kind of leafy salad vegetable shredded to look like grass.
"Awesome!" replied enthusiastically Aaron "I did all her fuck-holes! She's a machine!"
