The Breeding Bulls Pt. 02

I woke to a sterile room, blank walls and the smell of bleach. As I shifted to look around me, my pussy throbbed with the pain of the stretching it had received the day before. My legs felt strange, heavy and stiff and I lifted the starched covers to find a metal bar with my legs cuffed to each side. I shivered, panic rising as I realised I would be unable to leave the bed, or leave the room if I wanted. How had I ended up like this. My mind wandered onto the previous day, the speculum slipping, the bull pressing my face to the ground as he entered me, his forceful breeding of my cunt. My hands went down to my pussy, gently touching my lips. They were swollen, hot and throbbing. I used one finger to part them, inspecting my hole. The bull had stretched it wide with his dick, it was still tender and I could not move without it sending throbbing aches of pain through me. I knew my pussy would recover, I had seen it happen to other women. Here, pussys were stretched and repaired themselves every day. But, I wasn't sure I'd ever be the same again. Wasn't sure I would ever forget the feel of him forcefully taking me. A hollowness had begun to take hold inside me, empty and alone.

The door opened and an attendant entered carrying something covered in black. I whipped my fingers out of myself, ashamed to have been caught exploring my own cunt, of getting caught up in my thoughts. She walked towards me and grabbed the bar that held my legs apart and secured it to a hook that I had not noticed hanging from the ceiling. My pussy was suddenly on display and I was acutely aware that I had nothing under the thin hospital gown that had been placed on me. She pressed a button on the wall and the hook lowered a foot, forcing my knees to bend and splay outward. I could feel my pussy lips spread, cold air caressing my exposed entrance and asshole. I shivered again, embarrassed at such intimate parts being on display. I tried to place my hands over myself, to gain some sort of dignity but I knew I was unable to cover everything.

"Good morning." the attendant chirped as she messed around at the bottom of the bed with the item she'd brought, not looking at me. She seemed to be affixing it to the floor. She glanced up as she approached me.

"Now stop that dear, don't be so silly. I've seen it all before so there's no need to be embarrassed," she cooed. I didn't move. I did not want this woman to see me.

"Now really, stop being ridiculous," she affirmed, "if you don't stop I will have to have you restrained and I'm sure neither of us wants that." She swatted my hands away and I let them fall, feeling it had been pointless to even try. Using gloved fingers she spread my pussy lips further apart, then placed something cold and hard at my entrance. I spluttered and tried to move away from her invasion.

"What the hell are you doing?" I cried out. She didn't bother to answer me and instead I felt a spurt of cold liquid enter my cunt. The attendant placed a finger in my hole spreading the cold, slick liquid around my entrance and pushing it inside me. She withdrew and I watched her dispose of an empty syringe in an orange clinical waste bin. Embarrassment roiled in my stomach, churning and knotting, I wanted to be anywhere, anywhere but here.

She walked back to the end of the bed and slid the black fabric from the item. I could only see parts from where I was lying but caught the glimpse of chrome metal and black rubber. My pussy lips were pulled wide open again and this time something much thicker at my entrance. I could feel as a slicked head passed my entrance. The attendant used her weight to push on the thick shaft and it pressed deep inside me. My pussy throbbed, the intrusion reigniting the pain caused by the rampant bull. The metal of the ankle restraints clinked as I tried to adjust myself so it would not hurt. I closed my eyes, trying to be anywhere else. Hot shame burned in my cheeks and I tightened my mouth trying not to let her see how upset I was. How close to crying.

"That's an exact replica of the bull's penis who mated you." the attendant informed me. I felt sick, aversion washing through me like a physical wave. I did not want to be assaulted by his dick again. Images of him pressing into my ass, into my cunt intruded my head and I shuddered, bile rising in my throat, I thought I was going to be sick. I sucked in deep lung fulls of air, trying to manage, trying to control the sickness.

A small click echoed in the room, the machine hummed, I startled as I felt the rubber member began to slide in and out of my pussy, my lips dragging at the shaft. A fucking machine. Not just a dildo but she had bought a fucking machine into my room and now it was sliding in and out of my freshly lubed cunt. Humiliation swept me again, my cheeks burning hot with shame and rage, knowing I was spread wide in front of this woman, my cunt being fucked, fully on display. I could hear as the attendant clicked up a dial and the machine began to move faster, my pussy making rhythmic wet sounds with each stroke.

"No please, it hurts!" I cried out, its speed going beyond what I could handle, but was ignored. I tried to move away, desperation making me reach between my legs, to try and block the assault.

"That really is enough!" the attendant exclaimed. She walked to the door and called down the hall. Two other attendants came running. They saw me splayed out, trying to stop the assault and rushed to my side. They grabbed at my wrists, pulling my hands from between my legs and pressed them to the bed. I cried out as they lay their weight onto my arms. My attendant approached, her fingers swiftly buckling straps on my upper arms and wrists. I had not noticed them before, they were affixed to the bed. When the two attendants removed their weight from my arms I found I could no longer move them. I sobbed openly then, my autonomy taken away completely, at the mercy of this woman and the institute.

The attendant moved to my side and began to stroke my clit, one finger at first, then two. She stroked in small circles and soon my clit tingled and throbbed at her touch. With her other hand she began to finger my asshole, she added lube and pressed on my puckered hole. I groaned as my asshole submitted and allowed her entry. The feeling was intense, my whole attention focused between my legs as the machine ploughed me and my clit and asshole were stimulated. I could feel myself opening, growing slicker and more sensitive, no longer in control of my body. My nipples stiffened against the rough fabric of the hospital gown and I ground onto the stimulation. My breath hitched and I felt myself climbing the peak of my arousal. The machine began to move faster and I lost control of my voice, needily crying out at each filling thrust, slick wet sounds came from my cunt as it slammed into me. The attendant continued to stroke my clit using her fingers to stimulate the sensitive nub side to side.

I gasped as I felt her mouth press to my clit, sure that this wasn't protocol. Her lips suctioned around my button drawing it further inside her mouth. She slid up and down the swollen flesh ensuring it was slick with saliva. I felt as her tongue moved forwards caressing my clit, the tip probing lightly at first and then more firmly. She changed the shape of her tongue making it flat and wide and lapping from the bottom of my clit to the top again and again. I was so aroused I could feel my juices dripping from around the base of the cock. Small groaning whines escaped my mouth, both wanting to reach my crescendo and wanting it to never end.

The attendant changed the shape of her tongue again making it sharp and pointed, she flicked it side to side on my suctioned clit, going mercilessly fast. I had not thought that this sensation could get better but now it reached new heights and I was greedy for it. Her mouth left my clit for a moment and I was disappointed until I felt her tongue lapping at my stretched pussy entrance where the cock drove into it. Her tongue slicked around the ring of my entry, divinely warm, licking at my juices. She returned her mouth to my clit, sucking it in again, teasing back and forth with the tip of her tongue. She slid her finger into my puckered asshole in time with the machine and I was pushed over the edge, my cunt spasmed around the machine fucking me. My asshole gripped at the finger as waves of pleasure washed through me, trying to milk a dick that would not cum. I lost control of my body, my hips meeting each deep thrust and my voice crying out from me. I desperately wished it were a real dick and thick hot cum were invading my cunt. I could feel the walls of my pussy tightening around it, spasming deliciously and I desperately wanted to be more open to it, to draw it deeper into myself.

As my orgasm subsided I was expecting her to stop. I had peaked and this would help any cum left from the rampant bull to be swept into my cervix. But she continued. My clit was so sensitive, the once pleasurable attention was now too much. My clit, cunt and asshole were over stimulated, and I cried out overwhelmed. I tried to move away from the sensations but my hooked legs stopped me, I could not even close them to shield myself. I writhed, desperate for her to stop. I tried my arms again, pushing and pulling but the straps were tight, secure. They would not move.

"Please stop, please!" I begged. I felt so overwhelmed, so vulnerable.

The machine clicked again and now the cock was going even faster, deeper, hitting at my cervix, my tender flesh mercilessly pounded. My words were incoherent pleas and my legs shook uncontrollably. Somehow I found myself reaching that peak again, forcefully, another orgasm spasming through me. Through it the attendant continued pumping in and out of my ass and sucking my clit. My hips thrust up uncontrollably wordlessly overwhelmed by the sensations rippling through my cunt. My brain would not work, I could not move my attention from the overwhelming stimulation. My pussy was dripping, liquid squirting at each spasm and high pitched panting cries came from my throat. I felt raw, flayed and forced to cum. Stuck in a moment of exquisite pain.

The attendant's finger finally slid from my asshole. Her teeth lightly bit onto my overly sensitive clit causing me to cry out, then her mouth was gone. The machine was turned off and I could feel it being slid from my pussy. I panted, trying hard to reorientate myself. I expected my trembling legs to be unhooked as well, but instead felt as the attendant spread my cunt and thrust her hand inside me. I felt as her knuckles drove into my bruised entrance. I cried out, her hand and arm were too big for my battered, used cunt. My entrance was stretched tight. She pressed deeper in stretching me even further and I felt her fingers grasp at the silicon cup that had been left inside me to capture the bulls cum and breed me. She pulled her arm from me removing the cup, not caring that in her fist it was too big for my entrance. My body shuddered, sweat prickled on my skin and I could feel as my own juices and the lube she had used dribbled down my lips, pooling at my asshole. The attendant patted my pussy.

"Good girl," she said.

I watched wide eyed and panting as she removed the machine and herself from my room. Hoping to the gods that I would be left alone now.

She soon returned and crouched again between my legs. I felt as the lips of my cunt were spread and a cold metal speculum was slid into me. The speculum was opened wide, my pussy gaping. I could feel her fingers and cold metal instruments poking at me then cold pain at the entrance of my cervix. Sharp spasms as something was pushed into my cervix. My breathing hitched, my fists gripping at the bedsheets, the only movement the straps would allow me.

"Would you like to see?" The woman asked. I was confused, thrown by the question.

"See? See what?" I gasped out, still trying to manage the sensation.

"Inside yourself, I have a camera in your cervix. Would you like to see the mating?" She turned a screen towards me and I could see my pink insides covered in glistening seminal fluid. I looked away, I didn't want to see what the bulls forceful release had done to me. I could hear mechanical clicks as the attendant took pictures then felt a sharp tugging as the camera was removed. Shame filled tears prickled my eyes. More clicks as she took pictures of my cervix, then of my battered, mated cunt. I wanted to curl up and hide. I knew that these photos would be displayed in a newsletter for the community letting them know of the breeding and whether it had been successful. I wanted to curl into myself, humiliation washing through me at the knowledge that everyone would see my freshly inseminated pussy.

The attendant set aside the camera, as she withdrew the speculum I felt my pussy ease back over my used, aching hole. The attendant fetched a cool damp cloth and beg to wipe at my cunt. The fabric was coarse but the cool water was pleasant and soothing. She wiped first one side and then the other, moving my lips to endure she got all of the sticky cream I had leaked. She swiped the cloth over my asshole ensuring it was also clean. She patted at my cunt with a towel, drying it and trn fetched a small tub of balm. She slicked her finger around my pussy lips and the outside of my cunt and asshole. Cool tingling numbing spread through me and I sighed with relief. The attendant fetched something else from a small fridge to the side of the room. I felt my entrance probed again, cold entering my cunt. This time instead of the pain of a hand or dick pleasant relief washed through me. What felt like a thin, chilled dildo had been inserted.

"That should help with the swelling." she assured, then unhooked my legs, unbuckled my arms and removed the bar connecting my ankles. She went to a small cupboard retrieving fresh dry blankets and wrapping me in them, covering my exposed used body. She then left me, used and tired.

I lay curled on my side thinking about what had happened, what was happening to me. I was tired. Exhausted from the orgasms, from the struggle. I wished desperately that I had someone to talk to about this, but I was alone. My mother, after she had been bred and birthed me, had chosen not to keep me. Had given me to the communal nursery to raise, and no one who left there ever wanted to go back or talk to the carers. It was ine of the reasons I had moved to this area, freedom from my past and a steady job. As for friends, I had never been very good at making them, that and the recent move meant I knew no one in this area, and no one knew me. Cold isolation sat in my chest and I felt as a hot tear leaked from my eye and ran down my cheek. What was I going to do?

****

When the attendant next came she was holding a meal and I was sitting up in the bed. I had decided on a plan, how I wanted to handle what had happened. How I would be compensated by the company.

"I want to make a complaint." I stated. She raised an eyebrow.

"What's your complaint?" She asked, the tone of her voice bored.

"No, I don't want to make a complaint to you, I want to make it to the head of the company," I held out a piece of paper I'd found in one of the draws of the room, "please deliver this to him."

She sighed but took the paper shaking her head.

"He probably won't respond," she cautioned.

"I think he will, once he hears what will happen if he doesn't." I said, feeling secure that if I wanted I could damage the company's reputation enough with the stuff I knew, I had experienced. There were standards, guidelines the company had to keep to or loose their funding. I knew the reputation of the CEO here. He was meant to be a harsh but fair man. It was known that he cared for staff, for their well being. That if people were struggling he would give them paid leave for as long as they needed.

The attendant shrugged and left, placing the tray of food on a counter before exiting and locking the door.

****

A day passed before I got a reply in the form of the attendant and two well muscled men standing at my room door.

"I don't know what you said, but you sure know how to piss him off," the attendant announced, "he wants to see you." I scrambled from my bed, eager to be listened to, and followed the guards through the building leaving the attendant behind and eventually arriving at a large set off doors.

One of the guards knocked at a large wooden door and we entered. A man paced the room, shoes clicking on the tiled floor, clearly angry. He turned and stopped pacing, his eyes scanning me over. He marched to me.

"How dare you threaten me," he hissed a vein throbbing in his temple and his eyes wild with rage.

He grabbed me by the throat and ripped the thin hospital gown from me. I squealed, my hand trying to grasp at the thin papery fabric. He leaned close in, my heart pounded but I couldn't move as the fear coursed through me.

"I know you are alone," he hissed, "I know that no one is coming to help you, that I can make you disappear. I don't care what you think you know you greedy gold digging bitch, as soon as you disappear, so does it." A cold shiver ran through me and tears pricked at my eyes. He was right. I had been stupid to think that I could fight this battle. He was so powerful, and I, I was no one.

"Do you know the best thing about this? I'll just tell people I fired you. Incompetent staff member, made a stupid mistake and breached safety protocols. Poor thing, couldn't learn from the training and had a mental breakdown. Sent her off for her own wellbeing. I've done it before." My mouth hung open, shock, cold and harsh running through my body. This had happened before. Who? My mind raced, trying to think of someone who'd left abruptly, someone who'd left for their wellbeing, who couldn't handle it. My attention was caught by movement. He'd snatched something from a table next to him. Returning he grasped my hair in his hand and forced me into a squatting position.

"Pee" he commanded. My eyes went wide, aghast and I shook my head. His hand tightened in my hair, his other returned to my throat cutting my air, I tried to pull his hands away, raking my nails down the back of his hand but the two guards stopped me. I felt desperate, trapped. I couldn't breathe, panic was rising in me, vision blurring. I lost control of my body and a thin dribble of pee ran from me. The CEO released my throat and dipped the stick into it. The rest of the liquid flowed down a drain in the floor I had not noticed before. The man looked at the item he had held. A pregnancy test. I was confused, it would be weeks before anything could be confirmed.

"Negative," he declared in satisfaction and I realised that this was a part of his manipulation, an excuse to use me how he wanted as punishment for not being pregnant. He dragged me up and flung me down next to a large sofa.

"Hold her," he growled to the two muscular guards, "whilst you are here I may as well get some use out of you." Each guard grabbed an arm and pressed me on the floor, the floor here had carpet, scratchy under my naked flesh. The guards reached down and each took an ankle, spreading my legs apart, my pink pussy exposed. Theo moves felt practiced. Like they'd done this before. Like they'd done it many times. The CEO slowly unbuckled his trousers and tugged his boxers down. His erect dick stood menacingly, though it was only just bigger than my clit, a trait that all non-breeding males had. He moved between my legs and rubbed his dick over my cunt, pushing it into me. I could feel it's presence dipping in and out of my entrance, humiliation washed through me and I tried to struggle free.

The CEO grabbed my throat and pushed me down, the weight of his body securing me as his dick dipped in and out of my cunt. With the other hand he squeezed and rubbed at my nipples then sucked them into his mouth using his teeth to nip at my flesh. Panic bloomed in my chest again, I tried to suck in some air, just a little but his hand was too tight. I struggled, attempting to break free of the guards hold on me but could barely move my arms and legs. His cock slipped out of my pussy and he began to grind it on my clit instead. I could feel wet warmth build between my legs in response and with his hand restricting my oxygen I could feel an orgasm building, my body not my own. The CEO gave another thrust, grunted and I felt his warm cum spurt across my pussy. Thin and seedless it dripped down, pooling at my entrance. He scooped it up with his fingers and pushed it inside me, his knuckles met my entrance and he kept pushing.