Hatred burns in your stomach. Your monstrous serum mutated balls ache. You can feel them another load churning within like magma rumbling in a volcano.
Looking down you realize you're clenching your fists in rage. Relaxing your hands is a short and limited distraction. 'BREED' screams the voice of your augmented libido. Raw instinct growing louder in your skull, like the roar of an approaching waterfall might seem to a river boat caught in a current. Your pump abused prick stands swollen and angry in solidarity. 'This fat fucking cow made me into a freak! Some depraved sex monster!' An an evil and angry clarion thought seems to bubble up from your bloated loins. And you turn back to the unconscious cowtaur chained across the floor.
Bessie is lying on her white and black splotchy fur covered back. Her immense udder sags under it's own weight like some half deflated beach ball. The thick thumb like nipples jutting into the air like memorial cairns on a hill. Bessies' immense breasts are too tantalizingly human despite the occasional black splotches across her milk pale skin. As you circle around, your stomach drops as you find your ghoulish prize--her gargantuan half-human half-bovine cunt, glistening with lube from the pony leg sized insemination syringe. Strange despite the gallons of seed the minotaur pumped into her, not a single drop mino-man-milk has dripped out. "Doesn't matter, she wanted my sperm. I'm going to give it to her"
Twinges of rage smear across your face, as you line up your thrust. Her immense bulk could probably swallow your arm with nary a bulge. Yet she embraces your meager human length, with remarkable tread. Soft, hot, buttery flesh flows across your thrusting penetration like silk. On the backstroke her inner walls and lips greedily cling and stick to you like a cat's tongue. Like shark skin, Bessie's channel is some kind of perverse one-way invitation to go ever deeper but never retreat. You keep your rhythm slow to the of feeling her prodigious heart beating around you--all the better to enjoy this as long as possible.
Your no stranger to 'sloppy seconds' as it were. Although Bessie's non-Newtonian honey is an incredible sensation, it seems that even in her depths there is not a single trace of all those gallons of semen. As though her incredible cunt greedily wicks away every single milliliter ever deeper.
You cum hesitantly, not wanting your revenge to end. You squeeze down, flexing to stay within the only warm and inviting part of Bessie. Reflexive contractions seem to unconsciously milk you for every drop from you bloated balls. "Ughhh greedy cunt, has a greedy cunt" you muse as your skin seems to turn to vinegar. Shock creeps in quickly when you realize you can't withdraw. Softening though you are, every square millimeter of Bessie's walls seem to hold fast to you. Trying to draw your dick out of Bessie, feels like your member is buried in waterlogged sand. Every wriggle feels like you're sinking deeper in!