"...fuck you first!" Bessie grins, baring her large, flat teeth. You look up at her, trying to formulate a response, but you're still taking in what the Cowtaur just told you. [i]Fuck me?[/i] you think. [i]She's really going off the deep end![/i]
The Cowtaur folds her arms over her chest, resting her limbs against her swollen tits. She looks oddly pleased with herself. "See, I'm not [i]all[/i] business. I like to have a little fun, just like anyone else. Although, I have the feeling that my fun will come with some... side benefits." She chuckles. "I'm gonna drain those precious balls of yours, cow, and I'm gonna do it until you can't think straight. And when you can't think straight, I'm gonna milk you. For the rest of your pathetic little life." She giggles, breasts wobbling slightly. "I know, I know, I shouldn't tell you this, but who cares? You can't escape. No one can. I mean, even [i]he[/i] couldn't" -- she points to the Minotaur -- "and he's much bigger than you. This is [i]my[/i] domain, and I do what [i]I[/i] want." Bessie is definitely becoming... unhinged, to say the least. "Now..." She walks over to you and turns off the milker. You can almost hear your cock give a sigh of relief as it's freed from its bondage. She leaves you in chains, and before you can stand up she pulls on them, dragging you across the floor. You grunt in pain as you slide along the floor. The view makes things a little better, though: you watch the Cowtaur from behind, noting the huge ass in front of you that sways with every step. If she weren't so terrifying, you would be jumping at the chance to have your way with her.
Bessie stops when she reaches a door. She throws it open and drags you inside, and once you're both in she closes the door and tosses you onto what appears to be a large bed. It's a strange combination of medical slab and mattress, elevated a few feet off the floor. The mattress is cushioned and surprisingly comfortable, but before you can really appreciate the comfort Bessie grabs your chains and loops them through rings at each corner of the mattress, shackling you to the bed. You are now spread-eagle on top of the bed. Bessie stands beside the mattress, grinning down at you. You try your best to look defiant, but this doesn't stop the cow-woman from climbing onto the bed and you. Her udder drags along the fabric, then your bare skin, as she climbs, and once she's fully on top of you the bloated milk sac rests against your crotch. You can feel the weight of the Cowtaur sink in.
"You're mine now..."