You can feel sweat beading at your brow as the Cowtaur steps in full view. This is your first real look at her -- up until now you've been too distracted by your circumstances to really take in the appearance of your captor.
Bessie is an odd mix between cow and woman: she's much taller than you and somewhat thick, as would befit a humanoid cow; however, there's a definite femininity to her features. Her head is mostly cow-like -- muzzled, with bovine ears and stubby horns peeking from above them -- save for the long, black, shaggy hair sprouting from between her ears; it goes down to her shoulders, resting on them. A simple ring loops through Bessie's nostrils; similar rings are looped through her ears.
The cow-woman is wide, and as your eyes survey her expansive body you notice that her arms and legs are surprisingly muscular -- not "buff," as some might say, but definitely somewhat intimidating. What [i]really[/i] draws your attention, however, are the Cowtaur's... endowments.
A pair of enormous breasts hangs from Bessie's chest. Her tits hang down almost to her belly button, yet they do not sag, nearly spherical, the bottom swell of each mammary resting against her stomach. Although the Cowtaur is covered in white-and-black-splotched fur, her breasts are bare, covered only by soft, pink skin. Each breast is topped by a thick nipple, already semi-erect.
Bessie's gifts don't end there. Between her legs is a huge, pink udder. It hangs heavily, topped with four thick teats.
You find yourself growing harder. You silently curse yourself, feeling the machine do its job. Your body shakes and contorts as you try to fight off the renewed pleasure of milking. You don't have much time to think about your troubles, however, as Bessie suddenly leans down -- causing her bust to shake -- and cups your face in her hand.
"I've had enough of this!" she exclaims, squeezing your face. It hurts more than you thought it would -- she's definitely strong. "You think you can resist me? You really think you can resist the Cowtaur?" She half-grins, half-grimaces, seemingly proud of her title.
"Yeah, I do," you manage to say, despite the pain in your face and the Cowtaur's grip. "You're just a stupid cow." Your words seem to have an effect: the Cowtaur releases her grip on your face, only to slap you across the cheek. You almost black out from the pain. The beast roars.
"Stupid... cow?! How dare you!" she screams, slapping you again. The pain is almost too much to bear. You feel tempted to give in. But you can't. You're having an effect. "[i]Nobody[/i] calls [i]me[/i] a stupid cow!"
"I just... did," you say, panting heavily. "Deal with it."
Bessie huffs and finally steps away. She looks down at you, fuming. You had no idea she would have such a short fuse. "Oh, I'll deal with it," she says, a smile slowly forming on her lips. "I guess milking you this early was a mistake. You still think you're in control. But I have ways of breaking my cows. I'll just have to..."