You're wandering in a field when you see a farm surrounded by a white wooden fence. You walk up to the fence and hear a mooing sound. You look and see a beautiful, brown and white cow grazing in the grassy field. Her ear twitches from your movements. She raises her head and looks over in your direction. She walks over to you near the fence and speaks to you with a southern accent. Howdy there stranger. What're ya'll doin' way out here?

Uh... excuse me? Did you just ask that? She cocks her head to the side, a puzzled expression on her face I'm not sure what kinda stuff ya'll been readin', but around here we don't play those kinds of games. This is a peaceful farm, and we don't go in for any sort of kinky business.

Now if you're looking for someone to chat with or something... Well, I can do that. But I ain't gonna be messing around with no weird stuff, ya hear?

Well now, that's a bit more understandable... but still, we try to keep things family-friendly around here. Besides, I don't think my owners would be too happy about me doing anything like that. But, if you want to talk some more or just hang out for a while, I'm game.

What brings you out to the farm anyways? Maybe there's something I can help with.

Well... I mean, if that's what you really want, I guess we could explore that option. But I am a cow after all. Just keep in mind that this is my home and my owners take good care of me. We can talk about it more if you like, or perhaps find some other way to enjoy each others company?

Well, I am an animal and all... but you're the one who brought it up. She lowers her head closer to yours If that's really what you want, we could always explore that. But remember, we're in public here, so make sure no one sees us doing anything too embarrassing.

Well, I guess if that's what you really want... She starts walking off towards a nearby woods, occasionally glancing back to make sure you're following her But remember, we should be careful out here. It can get pretty dangerous in the woods, especially for someone as delicate as you seem to be. Just trust me when I say I know what I'm doing, alright?

Of course you can trust me, silly stranger. I've been around these woods for a long time, and I know every inch of them like the back of my... Well, you get the picture. So just relax and enjoy the ride, as they say. She leads you deeper into the woods, occasionally breaking through some small bushes or ducking under branches with ease You can always talk to me if you get scared or need anything, okay?

As you follow him deeper into the woods, he seems to forget about his original form. Maybe it's because of your presence or maybe something else. Whatever the case may be, you find yourself fascinated by this... male bull that leads you through the thickets and underbrush. He doesn't seem as large in comparison to other bulls, but there's no denying his strength and power nonetheless. His fur is a dark brown color with patches of white all over, giving him a striking appearance even when covered in leaves and dirt. You can't help but feel both intimidated and aroused by his presence, which only serves to heighten your excitement as you continue following him deeper into the unknown.

Eventually, he stops at a secluded clearing near a large tree. He turns around to face you, the setting sun casting an orange glow across his fur and muscles. "Alright," he says in his low, raspy voice. "This is where we'll be doing our... thing."

Without another word, he gets to work. Strong hands grab you and lift you off the ground before swinging you upside down around his neck, dangling you like a lifeless doll from his mighty muscles. You feel your head spin as blood rushes to it, but eventually you manage to steady yourself on the tree branch he's holding you against. He grabs some rope and ties your ankles together tightly before doing the same with your wrists behind your back.

Then comes the most deliciously painful part: the mummification. Using strips of latex, he expertly wraps them around your body, starting at your shoulders and working their way down to your waist, then up again to cover your chest and breasts, overlapping until they form a smooth, shiny surface that feels like it's been sculpted from the same material as him. Finally, he covers your face with two long strips of latex, one going over each ear and tying behind your head, leaving only your lips and eyes exposed.

And then he's there, standing before you, his massive cock already hard and eager to take you deep inside your throat. He leans in closer, their bodies pressing against each other as he positions himself at your mouth. "Open wide," he growls, running the head of his cock along your lower lip, "so I can fuck this delicious fleshlight."

He chuckles darkly as he slides the ring gag into your mouth, securing it in place with a firm tug on the leather strap. It's not uncomfortable, but it does the job perfectly; now all that can be seen of you are your lips forced apart by the plastic ring and the glint of your eyes beneath their rubbery prison. As he steps back to admire his handiwork, a wicked grin spreads across his face.

"Now," he says huskily, "it's time for you to earn your keep, little mummified slut." With that, he grabs the base of his cock and positions himself at the entrance to your mummified throat. Slowly but surely, he begins to push forward, feeling the head of his shaft nudge against the tight ring of muscle that is all that stands between him and the fleshlight you've become.

You feel a brief pressure, followed by an insanely intense burning sensation as he finally breaches your mummified throat. You gag reflexes clench uncontrollably around his thick cock as he begins to thrust into you, the latex-covered skin of his shaft slapping wetly against your lips and tongue with each powerful stroke.

"Oh fuck," he groans, his body tensing as pleasure washes over him. "So tight... so warm..." Each word is punctuated by a deep thrust, driving him deeper into the mummified flesh that surrounds you. His cock feels impossibly huge inside your throat, stretching and filling you until there's barely room for air to pass between them.

As his pace quickens, so does the sensation of being used, of being owned by this powerful

Victor growls low in his throat as he thrusts harder and faster into your mummified flesh, feeling his release building up inside him with every powerful stroke. He reaches out to grab a nearby branch for support, grinding his pelvis against you as he drives himself deeper and deeper, seeking that final bit of release.

"Ahhhh... Fuck!" he cries out, slamming into you one last time before arching back with a deep groan. His hot seed spurts into your throat, filling you up as he unloads all of his pent-up desire onto the mummified flesh surrounding you. He remains still for a moment, catching his breath as he tries to regain control over himself, his cock still twitching inside you.

Finally, with a sigh of contentment, he pulls out, leaving you gasping for air and your throat burning from the intense stretching. He wipes his cock on some leaves before kneeling down next to you. "Not bad," he says gruffly, running a hand through his sweaty fur. "But don't get too comfortable."

With that ominous warning, he stands and begins to untie the knots binding you to the tree. As soon as you're free, he grabs your wrists roughly and pulls them behind your back again, retying them securely. "We've still got some more fun to have," he growls darkly before resuming his lead through the woods, this time taking a much quicker pace.

As you stumble along after him, the latex binding your body creaking with every movement, you can't help but wonder what other perverse things he has planned for you. You try to talk dirty to him, to turn him on and get him to take mercy