Becky.

Becky is such a nice cow.

She stood as a good companion for my mom. She was the 5th animal we had on the farm when I was 20 years old. She is more than a creature, she's a family. All of them are. Also, the few neighbors loved mom.

They kept mom joyous and ecstatic to go to the barn every day. When I decided to move for school, they were the comfort she holds on to.

How could I forget about Becky, I nearly died when I tried to ride her off only to be thrown down and got hit by a pan size rock in my head that left me a scar.

After that incident, mom planned to sell her but I protested. I knew what these cows mean to her. Becky gave us two wonderful calves that are now huge as her. Bertha and Becca, we named them. And once you name animals, you have an emotional tie with them. I know mom does.

Becky was the one cow we have that I could never sell even double the price. She reminds me of hardship, family, and perseverance.

I knew the minute he opened the box with that half-broken horn and that spot on her left eye that she was Becky. I thought of mom and her distress of finding me gone and now Becky.

How can a mother handle such pain?

And I think of my predicament as I try to pry onto his eyes that are now surrounded by a dark aura and his eyes amplified with hostility st as I collect myself and try to find a way out of this mess.

He came near and bend down to take a look at my countenance.

" you have 4 cows left on your farm, quite lovely ones to that I nearly regret chopping her head off. I am occasionally a reckless man but I am not wasteful", he said with clarity.

With all my mind in havoc, I didn't see that he had his belt wrapped around my neck in a tight bond not enough to suffocate me but secured firmly to have me stand up with him.

He fastens the belt around my neck and jolts me onto the table but I held my ground and won't allow him to do whatever he intends to do which drives him to snap at me with a smack on my face enough to hurt the living daylights out of me. He draws me again this time successfully to the table to which he flanks half of the contents down to the floor and before I see it coming, he punches me so hard on my abdomen that left me groaning in pain on the table. I tried to walk away with feeble feet as He walks away, he knows I'm not stable enough to run with some pain I have been feeling.

In his hand is the head of Becky sneering at me. I can see the reprehensible look in him with the blood dropped on his expensive shoes nevertheless he puts her head on the table and pulls me up to face Becky and him on my back. I could feel his pants no more and any barrier between my ass and his cock that is ready to ram me any moment now.

" no. No.no. please". I pleaded with him as shake my body away from him. When he had enough of me tightened the buckle to choke away some air and he rammed on my poor ass while he had my face a few inches from the deadhead.

Unlike the vagina that has her lubrication, my ass doesn't have.

I can feel his penetration tearing the delicate tissue inside of my anus giving me a pang and I know I might go bleeding at how harsh he is but he doesn't stop. No amount of my cries does. I hold on to the table and just closed my eyes. I can't bear to look at the head in from of me while whimpering but keeps on jackhammering until we're both panting, me in misery, him with enjoyment.

I should have known that he would never stop and he will only go on with his sick twisted fantasy.

After successfully tearing my hole and he knows I've been stretched to accommodate him he had me bend over at the waist and then restrain my wrists with both his hands as he continues his deeper penetrative thrusts and a few more he finishes ith cum load of shit inside and oozing off me with his cries of profanity for me and I wince in pain as he pulls out and kicks me down like a hot potato. I see blood in his now depleted cock and a wicked smile at the work of art he did.

Bravo, fucker!

"I just love when you put up a fight, it gives me euphoria to fuck you raw." He says as He takes up his pants and then looked at the head of Becky.

" I will have to call the taxidermist for that one. I want you to remember how much Becky means to you and your mother and every time you might try to kill yourself".

He was about to leave me alone when I blurt out, " just, kill me now", it came as a shout-out rather than a plea. I know I'm risking my life with how thin his patience is at me now but I can't live anymore. It has only been roughly two days and I feel like years of the inferno.

He gave a small giggle as he takes a peek at me and moves forward then choke me down to the floor with both hands. I'm gasping for air as I dig my fingers into the ground. I try to kick him off with my legs but he had me pinned down I can feel his bulge getting bigger again.

The fucker is turned on at my condition.

He continued to knock the air out of me while gyrating. His laugh is magically evil like conjuring a demon as if he, is not a demon himself, and I feel my eyes roll up and on the brink of death ready to accept my fate at his hands when he loosens his hold and I take a large amount of air to fill in my lungs.

I steady my breathing and I see him giving a face filled with confused sentiment. He kissed my collar bone then licking upwards to my chin then leaving passionate kisses enough to earn hickeys. I shed silent tears steadily. Why won't he just kill me?

" I decide when you die or not in the meantime you will warm my bed. get that in your thick skull". He harshly poked at my head then he carried me like a bridal and started strolling. Maids came in to clean up the mess. They kept their heads down but I can see the look of pity in one of them the butler scolded her then a shot was heard.

I flinch at the sound and blame myself for what just happened. He didn't seem to mind just continue to walk down upstairs which I haven't been to before.

I can't ask for help from them. Any of them. They seem scared of shit also at this monster. I have only myself to rely on. My hope is gone and my despair is evident.

He opened a door and went straight to the bathroom. He orders o stand still while he runs a bath and gently leads me to the warm water while taking a call. I let bath soothe me if it can because I am mentally and physically weary that I didn't know I was drifting to sleep.

By the time I feel a soft silky material underneath me a blinding light that I am tied to the bedpost with some fairy lights that are on with legs wide open.

My confusion at how I got to this point struggle as I try to wriggle free both my hands and feet and I shake the sleep out of my system then I see a camera in front of the bed with someone adjusting the angle to only see it was Lou, the beautiful woman in a sheer matte red dress.

She took out something from the desk and carried it like a baby with care, to my horrid I became ghastly pale at the sight.

"we're gonna have so much fun," she said in an optimistic tone while putting the thing down on the mattress and it scared the shit out of me that it was nearly in front of my pussy.

" he strictly said to have you trained for the time being he's gone and got this camera to record every progress you have".

I pleaded with her but it seems to fall on deaf ears. " please not this". I started to cry like a mad woman.

She just twisted her mouth sidewards and blink her eyes as a puppy would.

"I want you to count how many thrusts it takes for you to cum". That's all she said before turning on the mechanical dick.