Dale's heart slammed against his ribs.
Each beat was loud enough to drown the ringing in his ears.
Salt water still burned the back of his throat.
The rocking motion had finally stopped.
His lungs pulled air in sharp, shallow bursts.
Cold stone pressed against his bare back.
It also pressed against his ass.
Chains clinked when he twitched.
Thin iron links looped around both wrists.
They were tethered to a ring bolted high on the wall.
He was naked.
Completely naked.
His skin prickled from the draft.
The draft slid under the heavy door.
He tried to swallow.
His throat clicked dry.
Wood creaked somewhere far off.
The sound was slow.
It was deliberate.
Footsteps followed.
Bare soles met stone.
They were heavy enough to carry real weight.
A shadow grew under the door crack.
Then it swallowed the thin stripe of light.
Metal scraped metal.
The door groaned inward on rusted hinges.
Maria filled the frame.
Her skin gleamed under the single lantern.
The lantern hung high behind her.
Her breasts hung full and low.
Her dark nipples stood stiff in the chill.
Her hips flared wide.
The heavy curve of her ass shifted with each step she took into the room.
Her thighs were thick.
They glistened with a faint sheen.
He couldn't tell if it was sweat or oil.
A musky scent rolled off her.
It was thick and animal.
It coated the back of his tongue.
His cock twitched once against his thigh.
It was traitorously alive.
Ice still crawled through his gut.
She stopped three paces away.
She tilted her head.
Her lips curled.
"Time to work in the field, pet."
Dale's stomach lurched.
The room felt wrong.
The air smelled wrong.
The chains—he didn't remember earning them—rattled when he jerked backward.
Stone scraped his shoulder blades.
She was blocking the only exit.
She looked like she could crush his windpipe with one hand.
Maria stepped closer.
Her breasts swayed inches from his face when she leaned in.
Hot breath brushed his ear.
"You smell fear. Sweet."
A single finger traced the center of his chest.
Her nail scraped lightly over skin.
It continued until it circled one nipple.
His cock jerked again.
It was half-hard now.
It bobbed uselessly.
Shame burned behind his eyes.
She laughed once.
It was a low, wet sound deep in her throat.
She straightened.
She lifted one bare foot.
She brought it down.
The floor cracked.
Splinters flew.
Dust puffed upward.
Dale flinched hard.
The chains snapped taut.
They bit into his wrists.
"Field," she said.
Her voice was louder.
"Now."
He scrambled.
His ankles tangled for a second.
Then he found his feet.
She unchained him with a flick of her wrist.
Iron clattered to stone.
The moment his hands were free, he bolted past her.
His shoulder brushed the soft heat of her breast.
She didn't grab him.
She didn't need to.
Stairs dropped steep and narrow ahead.
He took them two at a time.
His bare feet slapped cold stone.
His breath sawed in and out.
Moans drifted up from below.
They were soft.
Bovine.
Wet.
Low moos mixed with the slick, rhythmic sound of flesh meeting flesh.
He slowed at the bottom step.
He peeked around the corner.
Dim lantern light painted arched backs gold.
Six women knelt in a row on clean straw.
Their asses were high.
Their knees were spread wide.
Tails—long, tufted, real—swished lazily above heavy hips.
Breasts dragged across the ground beneath them.
Nipples brushed straw with each slow rock of their bodies.
Slickness glistened between thick thighs.
One turned her head slightly.
Wide brown eyes met his.
She smiled.
The smile was slow and vacant.
"Hi," she breathed.
Maria's whip cracked the air behind him.
The sharp pop made his ears ring.
The leather tip kissed stone an inch from his heel.
"Cum in them."
Dale's knees locked.
Another memory sliced through the panic.
It was quick and jagged.
A rough hand shoved paper into his palm.
Ink was still wet.
"One load buys a meal. Two buys a bed. Don't spill."
Maria's laugh echoed off market stalls.
Chains rattled around someone else's wrists.
He blinked.
He was back in the barn.
Straw dust floated in the lantern glow.
Maria stepped up close.
Her breasts pressed against his back.
Heat poured off her skin.
One hand curled around his cock.
The grip was slow and firm.
She stroked once.
Then twice.
Her thumb smeared the bead of fluid already leaking from the tip.
"Such a pretty cock for my herd," she murmured against his ear.
"Waste it and I'll snap it off at the root."
His breath hitched.
Muscles jumped under her palm.
She squeezed just enough to make him gasp.
She pushed.
He stumbled forward.
He stopped inches from the first cow-woman.
The scent hit harder here.
It was thick, sweet musk mixed with hay and wet arousal.
The woman arched her back deeper.
She presented.
Her tail flicked to the side.
Pink folds glistened.
They were swollen.
They were open.
"Look closer," Maria ordered.
Her fingers tightened on his shaft.
She guided him nearer.
"Smell how ready she is."
He did.
He couldn't stop himself.
The hot, heady scent filled his nose.
His cock throbbed painfully in her grip.
Maria pumped him once.
Slow.
Then she stopped.
She held him there.
The tip hovered less than an inch from the slick entrance.
Another flash came:
Maria counted coins made of pale, drying seed.
"This one lasted three weeks. Broke on the fourth."
Screaming cut short by a wet crunch.
Dale's heart slammed so hard he felt it in his teeth.
Sweat rolled down his spine.
Maria leaned over his shoulder.
Her lips brushed his earlobe.
"Fuck her full or I start breaking bones."
She angled him.
The blunt head of his cock kissed wet heat.
It slid along the seam once.
Teasing.
Parting folds just enough to feel the soft clutch.
Then she pulled him back.
Dread coiled tight in his stomach.
Arousal burned hotter.
She held him there.
Frozen on the brink.