Teen Sissy Bailey comes to accept her slutty nature and asks to be trained as a farm cumdump after being forcibly bred by bulls.
Bailey didn’t know how long she had been fucked. She didn’t know how many times she had been fucked. The bulls were young, virile. After one was finished, the other would come around, sniffing at her broken sissyhole, and then mount her again.
While their cocks were not as thick as Old Angus’s, they still pummeled Bailey’s insides into a mush, crushing her poor little p-spot and chafing her hole until it was raw.
She heard men and machinery moving around the farm in the distance, but they were faint compared to the bellowing bulls that mounted her defenseless boicunt over and over again. Despite the agony and humiliation of being bred like livestock and filmed, Bailey still found herself cumming non-stop, fingers clenching and toes curling each time the bestial cocks mashed her prostate.
The men who worked on the farm came by now and then to adjust the video camera that appeared some time during Bailey’s ordeal. They didn’t pay a single ounce of attention to Bailey’s muffled pleas and begging.
Exhausted, Bailey passed out eventually, her petite sissy body all cummed out by the sixth time she was assfucked.
When she woke up again, she realized that she was no longer cuffed and chained to the dreadful frame. Instead Bailey was lying in a pile of prickly straw, completely naked save for the cock cage and a heavy steel collar around her neck.
“Ooo, you’re up!” a familiar voice said.
Bailey sat up slowly, wincing at the pain that came from her sissyhole. She could feel the coolness of the surrounding air brushing over her delicate insides whenever she moved, meaning that her asspussy was still gaping open. The thought made her start to tear up immediately.
Her virginity was gone, her tight hole was wrecked. No dominant man would want her now! How was she going to be a sissy after this?
As she sobbed, she felt two soft arms envelope her shoulders and she instinctively leaned into the embrace, bawling her sissy heart out.
“I know having your virginity taken by Old Angus wasn’t your ideal first time,” the other sissy said softly, petting Bailey’s bare arms, “But if you relax and give bull cock a chance, you’ll learn to love it,” she cooed.
“Is that what happened to you?” Bailey sniffled, pulling back to look at the other girl.
The other sissy giggled and nodded with a shy smile.
“I’m Daisy,” she introduced herself, “And that’s Clover!” she gestured to the other corner of the little enclosure where another sissy sat.
The other sissy was also blonde, but it was a darker shade than Daisy. Her hair had been plaited into a single braid down her hair and like Daisy, she had little bells in her nipples that clinked when she moved. Her cock was also locked away tight, hidden behind a steel cage. She waved at Bailey with a tiny shy smile.
“I’ve been on the farm for a little over a year,” Daisy said, “Clover came a month after I did. We’re the farm’s cumdumps.”
The casual way she said it shocked Bailey to the core.
Clover giggled at Bailey’s expression, “All sissie’s are cumdumps,” she said from her spot across from Bailey, “You can try to fight it, but eventually you’ll realize you’re happier as a piss-guzzling cocksleeve.”
“But… but I don’t want to be a bull’s cocksleeve,” Bailey whispered.
Daisy laughed.
“Neither did we in the beginning,” she said kindly, “But look at us now, branded cockwhores eagerly bending over for animal cock, cumming ourselves stupid while Tank and Rocky bust our sissyholes wide open.”
The memory of having her P-spot relentlessly ground to mush from the inside made Bailey squirm. Her little cocklette twitched as she recalled the strange aroused agony that wrung sissygasm after sissygasm from it.
“Branded?” Bailey asked, heart thudding with trepidation. She hadn’t noticed any brands on the other girls’ bodies.
Daisy and Clover nodded, cupping their little sissysacs and pulling them forwards so that Bailey could get a better look.
The word ‘CUMDUMP’ was seared across the bottom of their little nutbags, two bull horns sprouting from either side of the word as if to inform everyone that these two sissies specialized in taking bull cock.
Bailey’s hand went to her caged cock immediately, her eyes widening in fear. Was that going to happen to her too?
“Armand only brands you if you want to stay,” Daisy said, noticing Bailey’s horrified look.
Clover nodded along, “We were reluctant sissies in the beginning, just like you. But after we gave it a chance, we realized just how much we love being assfucked by beasts and decided to stay.”
It sounded utterly inconceivable to Bailey. She wasn’t like these two sissies. There was no way that she would choose to stay here, right? Before she could say anything, the wooden door to the enclosure swung open and one of the farm hands entered.
“Hello sluts,” he said with a big smile. He was dressed in flannel and jeans that stretched across his crotch, highlighting the bulge inside.
“Hi Kendrick!” “Hey Kendrick!”
Clover and Daisy chorused at the same time and then giggled.
“C’mon, Armand wants y’all in the house for breakfast,” the big strapping man said as he walked around, unlocking the chains of each sissy with his key.
Daisy and Clover got up without needing to be prompted, but Bailey stayed put, staring up at Kendrick fearfully.
“C’mon, slut.” Kendrick grabbed Bailey’s arm and hoisted her up, pushing her in front of him. Daisy and Clover linked their arms through Bailey’s elbows and then led her towards the door.
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It was dark outside, Bailey noticed when she passed the windows of the house, barely dawn. But the house was already filled with the hustle and bustle of people moving around. Daisy and Clover led her straight to the dining room where a bunch of men were already eating breakfast.
“Armand! I brought the sissycows in!” Kendrick announced.
The Latino man from yesterday turned, holding a spatula in his hand.
“Perfect, your breakfasts are ready,” he said, gesturing to three bowls on the kitchen floor.
Two of them were engraved with the names ‘Sissycow Daisy’ and ‘Sissycow Clover’. The third was blank. All of them were filled with what looked like oatmeal.
“Thank you Armand,” Daisy and Clover chorused, getting down on all fours to crawl over to their bowls.
Without hesitation, they bent their heads down and began to eat. With their asses in the air, Bailey could see just how wrecked their holes were. Both Daisy and Clover had a set of prominent pink asspussy lips. Their boicunts were unable to close completely, gaping open to expose their pink insides as the two sissies lapped up their breakfast. Bailey whimpered. Was that how her own sissyhole looked now? Had the bulls turned it inside out?
“Pussies, fresh out of the wash,” another man said as he crossed the room waving two thick flesh coloured things. He shoved them both into Daisy and Clover’s exposed holes, making them both yelp.
“Thank you, Alden!” The two sissies moaned in unison.
When the man stepped back, Bailey immediately saw that what she thought were dildos were actually silicone fleshlights. The toys made Daisy and Clover’s gaping, ruined boicunts look like a pair of fresh, unfucked young pussies!
Alden dropped to his knees behind Daisy and wasted no time in shoving his hard cock into her artificial cunt.
“Ohhh fuck yeaaaah,” he groaned happily, “Nothing better than a fresh sissycow hole right after breakfast!” he started to pump his hips slowly.
Daisy continued eating, moaning in between each mouthful of oatmeal. She seemed to enjoy being filled by the silicone toy, enjoy the fact that a man was fucking the fake cunt lodged in her boicunt!
“Go and eat, slut! You need your strength for later!” Kendrick shoved Bailey towards Daisy and Clover.
As much as Bailey hated the idea of having to eat the disgusting oatmeal, she knew that she needed food. She didn’t think that the men would let her have the sausages on the table, or the bread on the counter. Filled with disgust, Bailey dropped to her knees and crawled over to the last bowl.
Tears started to form in her eyes again. She couldn’t believe that this was happening to her, that she was on her knees, naked, caged, in a kitchen full of men leering at her sissy body, about to eat such an unappealing breakfast. She couldn’t believe that the other two sissies seemed to have no problem with it. They seemed to be enjoying their food, enjoying the way they were degraded and used by these cruel men.
Reluctantly, Bailey lowered her head to the bowl. It looked like oatmeal soaked in milk, but there was a strange smell to it. A strong, pungent odor that made Bailey suddenly feel aroused even though she was utterly repulsed by the jammy mush.
She grimaced and slurped up a mouthful.
The gritty texture oatmeal combined with the pungent liquid in an utterly disgusting manner. It tasted bitter, sour, acrid. Bailey’s cocklette jumped eagerly, straining against its cage.
This smell was familiar… she knew this smell!
It was….
It was cum.
Bull cum!
Bailey remembered the odour of the bulls and their musky animal stench after spending the whole day being drilled! Her mind immediately went back to the moment Old Angus reared up, his powerful bovine smell in the pen and all around Bailey. She had inhaled it over and over again while she sobbed, serving as his cocksleeve.
The teen sissy gagged violently, horrified that she was being served the semen of an animal! But her asspussy spasmed, remembering that it had been the one to receive the scorching hot loads!
Bailey tried to pull away from the horrifying meal but a strong hand grabbed her hair and forced her nose back into the repulsive mess.
“Eat up, slut,” Armand said, “It’s got all the nutrients a sissycow like you needs.”
The dominant way that he manhandled Bailey made her entire body tingle. THis was the kind of feeling she always had when she was watching a bunch of men gangbang a sissy on those porn websites. Being called a sissycow should not have made Bailey feel horny, but her cocklette was twitching again. And if she was being honest with herself, it had not stopped jerking, jumping, straining against the cruel steel cage from the moment she smelled the pungent animal semen in the bowl.
“Mmmmooo,” Clover was slurping her cum-drenched oatmeal eagerly. Beside her, Daisy was moaning as well, pushing her hips backwards as Alden fucked into her faux-cunt.
Bailey’s fellow sissies seemed to be enjoying themselves so much, eagerly eating their disgusting breakfasts, marked as animals and completely at peace with the fact that their boicunts had been stretched so badly that they had to use silicone slits to satisfy the men.
Bailey took another hesitant slurp of her breakfast.
It wasn’t as bad as the first mouthful. It was very pungent, very strong, but it made Bailey’s belly flip flop in strange ways. She felt so small, so… submissive….
So slutty.
Bailey started to lap at her meal slowly, fully aware of the eyes of all the men boring into her, watching her debase herself.
Her cocklette had started to drip, oozing precum. Her mind might be telling her that she shouldn’t like being humiliated like this, but her body was reacting in true sissy fashion, eagerly embracing the repulsive act. With each gulp of the strange mixture, Bailey had to acknowledge the fact that she was drinking animal cum. She was willingly eating the oatmeal that had been soaked in bull semen. She was gobbling down their potent bestial jizz and getting off on it!
“Look at her hole, it’s twitching!” someone laughed behind Bailey.
It was true. Her wrecked boicunt was trembling, desperate to be stretched again, to be pounded like it had been yesterday.
Despite the pain, despite the humiliation, the memory of the nonstop sissygasms was too compelling. Bailey had cum over and over so many times regardless of whether she had wanted to or not. Her cocklette had become sore from how hard it was trying to get out of the cage.
Before she even knew it, Bailey had cleaned out her bowl.
“Good sissy,” Armand said, a hint of dark approval in his voice. He released her hair and Bailey sat back on her haunches.
Clover giggled at her mortified expression and then nudged her gently.
“You’ll learn to love it. It’s full of all the good nutrients and hormones that keeps sissies like us healthy and horny!” Clover said. The blonde sissy turned around and then crawled over to the nearest man, who happened to be Kendrick.
Clover opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, to which Kendrick responded by opening his fly and placing his cock on it.
Bailey gasped when a yellow stream jetted out of Kendrick’s dick, flowing directly into Clover’s mouth! The other sissy let out a soft, pleased moan, shivering all over. Kendrick slowed the flow of his urine for a moment to let Clover swallow, then continued to piss.
Clover’s adoring expression, coupled with the way her throat bobbed repeatedly with each gulp of piss, made Bailey feel all tingly again. Clover looked so content, so happy to drink Kendrick’s pee straight from his cock.
“You know you want that,” Armand said, his tone teasing.
Bailey found herself nodding without even realizing it. She wanted that kind of happiness and contentment in Clover’s eyes.
Was it possible… possible that happiness was serving as a urinal for these farm men?
Bailey was jerked out of her thoughts by the feeling of two thick fingers jamming themselves into her sore asshole.
“C’mon men, fuck the sissy before Angus, Tank and Rocky destroy her boicunt completely!”
Without any other warning, Bailey found herself being pulled over to the table and bent over it unceremoniously. Before she could even protest or scream, there was a hard cock pushing at her sore sissyhole.
“Wa-aaaahhhgn!” Bailey moaned as her poor abused sluthole was once again busted open. She tried to push herself away from the table, struggle and free herself, but the men who were in the kitchen quickly held her in place for the person behind her to start fucking into her asspussy.
“Hot damn, it’s still pretty tight!” the man behind Bailey said with cruel glee.
“I’m betting it won’t last a couple weeks with three bulls going at her hole!”
“I’m betting on a single week!”
The men started throwing around numbers, counting down the days before Bailey’s ass was wrecked to the point of no return. The man behind the little teen sissy started to ram his cock in deeply, making her squeal. It was thick, hot, and stretched her out! Bailey whimpered and moaned as the hot male fuckstick started to plunge the depths of her sore asspussy. These big burly men had big girthy fuckpoles that they were going to use on her. She could feel the one in her boicunt rubbing against her poor abused P-spot. The pressure made Bailey’s little weenie jerk and twitch in arousal, but it was nowhere as intense as how taking the massive rod of the bull in her ass made her feel! To her horror, she found herself a little bereft, missing the intense sissygasms that Old Angus had forced on her!
PAP PAP PAP.
The man fucking into Bailey’s defenseless hole brought their hips together with every single thrust, to the cheers of his coworkers. Someone had written a few numbers and names and pinned it up on the corkboard in the kitchen, right next to the photos of Daisy and Clover’s ruined sissyslits. Bailey realized belatedly that the photos were meant to commemorate the days that the other two sissies were irrevocably wrecked, along with how long their holes lasted under the relentless pounding of the bulls.
Daisy had lasted about a month, Clover a little less than that. Both photos were of the sissies flashing peace signs at the camera, blissed out grins on their faces as they proudly displayed their destroyed boicunts, branded balls, and locked cocklettes.There were other names too, photos of other sissies with similarly wrecked holes. Some of them had been branded as well, their cocks caged by a variety of devices and even a few without balls at all! Many sissies had passed through this farm, all irreparably changed by their experience with bull cock!
The man fucking Bailey’s asspussy didn’t keep at it for very long, clearly intending on using her hole as a masturbatory aid. He grunted and groaned a few times, shot his load, and then left with a hard slap to Bailey’s exposed ass.
“Alright, I’m off to get the real cows in the milker,” he said jovially, leaving Bailey to the rest of the waiting men.
“Please please no!” Bailey’s pitiful pleas fell on deaf ears as the next farm hand took up the position behind her and rammed his cock into her defenseless boicunt.
Once more, Bailey was subjected to that strange aroused agony, that edge of pleasure that came from having her P-spot stimulated in a way that was just barely enough. While it was true that she had wanted to be fucked by a bunch of men to complete her rites of sissyhood, to feel submissive and desired, Bailey didn’t want to be fucked to the point of hole wreckage!
But despite the horror of knowing what the men had in mind, Bailey found her mind zeroing in on those profound, painfully pleasurable prostate orgasms that she experienced. She remembered the way Old Angust felt, so beastial, so primal above her, using her like a cocksleeve. His cock had carved out a path inside her, reorganized her organs to accommodate his girth. The seasoned bull had crushed Bailey’s prostate and bladder with his massive animal dick, squeezing both organs completely dry and giving Bailey what felt like a never-ending uncontrollable sissygasm!
Sissify.net had mentioned that all sissies were inherently slutty. It was something Bailey hadn’t truly believed at the time, but the fact that she was thinking of Old Angus while she was being gangbanged by several men was just proof that it was true. Yes, it was unpleasant being fucked against her will, but at the same time, she craved that incredible sensation of being forced into orgasm over and over again!
There, on the sticky kitchen table of a rural farm, her cock cage clinking against the wood, surrounded by men who were intent on using her as a cumdump, Bailey realized that she was a changed sissy. She had been cursed, or blessed, with the knowledge of what it felt like to have relentless, nonstop sissygasms forced upon her young body.
Nothing else would ever compare after that, the poor teen realized despondently. Nothing else would be able to satisfy Bailey’s horny asspussy except for bull cock!
Sobbing softly, Bailey stopped resisting, allowing the men to plow her asspussy without struggling at all.
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Trent, yet another one of the many men who worked on this farm, dragged Bailey out to the bull pens immediately after everyone had a turn with her boicunt.
There was cum sliding down the insides of her thighs, but Trent didn’t seem to care. Bailey was dragged past the pen with the two young bulls, Daisy and Clover already moaning wantonly under each bull. Yesterday, Bailey thought that Daisy and Clover had been tied to the fuck frames, but today she realized that the two sissies were holding onto the frames for support, their fake pussies stuffed into their mouths as they trembled from the strength of their forced sissygasms. Their muffled moans were accentuated by the clinking of their nipple bells, a subtle tinkling sound amidst the hum of machinery and the lowing of other farm animals. Now that Bailey knew the truth, she could see clearly how much Daisy and Clover were enjoying having their boicunts wrecked!
Bailey found herself being dragged over to Old Angus’s pen again. Trent didn’t give Bailey time to react, quickly pulling her into position over the fuckframe and positioning it in the middle of the bullpen. He squirted something up Bailey’s asspussy and started to back away, knowing that the bull would take care of the rest.
Old Angust snorted twice, stomping his way over to Bailey.
He didn’t bother investigating. He knew that Bailey was his fucktoy now. The moment Trent was a nice distance away, the old beast was on his hindlegs, rearing up to settle his weight on the frame. With a single thrust, his burgeoning cock found it’s target, sliding into place in Bailey’s sissyhole.
Piss jetted out of Bailey’s restrained dick, followed by a trickle of girlie goo. This time, she didn’t scream. She moaned long and hard, eyes rolling up into her head at the dual sensation of being stretched to breaking while forced to the edge of orgasm.
“Mnngh nnngh nnngh,” her sweet sissy voice soon joined the ones of Daisy and Clover as all three sissies submitted to their bull masters.
Bailey’s sissyhole hurt. But it hurt so good!
The pleasure of unstoppable world-shaking P-spot sissygasms came hand in with hand with the ache of being anally wrecked. One couldn’t exist with the other!
“Ungh ungh ungh,” she moaned as another wave of sissy bliss coursed through her body, briefly blotting out the pain from her bruised boicunt.
There was no coming back from this, Bailey knew deep inside her heart. Bull cock had changed her irrevocably. She could never fuck another man without dreaming of the sissygasms that Old Angus forced upon her. Tears started to course down her cheeks again. She was a changed sissy now. She could never go back to her old life!
Bailey hung her head, sniffling quietly under the massive beast that continued to fuck her asspussy, body trembling and shaking as it suffered another potent sissygasm.
Old Angus’s girthy fuckpole pounded into Bailey’s poopchute, pummeling her poor prostate. Bailey moaned, toes curling into the dirt. She grabbed onto the fuckframe, bracing herself tight as the old bull continued to breed her.
The beast rammed his cock deep a few more times before bellowing his climax, pumping Bailey’s sissyhole full of his virile sperm.
Bailey shed a few more tears, allowing the sensation of being bred to wash over her.
Some indeterminate time later, Old Angus dismounted, leaving Bailey alone on the fuck frame.
She lay there with her eyes closed, listening to the hustle and bustle of the farm around her and the blissful moans of her fellow sissies in the far of distance.
They sounded so happy.
Maybe… maybe Bailey could be happy too.
Footsteps thudded beside Bailey and warm calloused hands started to undo her restraints.
“You liked it,” Armand said, his tone quiet. It was a statement, not a question. The evidence of how much Bailey enjoyed her bestial ass-fucking was a puddle of goo in the dirt. Her own semen that had been squeezed out by the bull’s cock mashing her P-spot. Her legs felt like jelly with how hard she had sissygasmed repeatedly.
“Ye-… yeah,” Bailey said in a tiny voice and sniffled. There was no point in denying it.
“Hey, there’s no shame in being a sissyslut,” Armand said, grabbing her chin and tilting her face up to look at him. Almost tenderly, he wiped her tears away. “Everyone has a role to play in life; Men like me and the guys, we run farms and fuck sissies. Meanwhile, sissies like Daisy, Clover and you were made to be cocksleeves, cumdumps, sissycows.”
Bailey couldn’t refute that. Deep in her heart she knew it was true. Why else would she have answered an advert to be gangbanged by men? She wanted to be a cumdump for them, so now she had to embrace being a cumdump for everyone. Including the animals. After all, cock was cock, regardless of who owned it. And balls everywhere of every kind needed to be drained!
Slowly, Bailey sank to her knees in front of Armand. She looked up at him and steeled her resolve, knowing what she had to do next.
“Will you train me to be a better cumdump?” Bailey asked timidly.
Armand smirked as he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his hardening cock.
“My pleasure,” he said.
Bailey knew that her journey towards sissycowhood would be a difficult one, but it would be worth it in the end!
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Author’s Note:
If you enjoyed this story, you might like “Luna the Teenage Dog-Fucking-Star”, a 15 part series that documents a teen girl’s journey through beastiality, painal orgasm, and complete canine submission.
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