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 Master changed my name to "bitch-sow".  Every farmhand called me that, and
soon I forgot my birth name.  All his friends would come over, advertised
as the bitch-sow that could make a man cum twice or more, that would eat
any woman, that would like a menstruating woman clean, that would naturally
perform any and all acts that were too obscene for humans.  They would
bring their own male pets for me to masturbate or come out to watch how I
did it on the farm every afternoon, all afternoon.



   Only one question remained.



   It was the question that all pondered and bet upon.



   Everyone, male and female, was awaiting Master's decision.



   "With whom shall the bitch-sow copulate first, in full view of everyone,
live on the web?



   Man?

   And if, so, who?



   Woman?

   And if, so, who and how?



   Beast?

   And if, so, which?

   And how?



   Master will decide soon!

   In the meantime, Master enjoyed showing me to his friends.  Day after
day, men and women would come, some with their pets, to watch me and play
with me.  My morning exercises were getting more intense than ever.  My
body was lean and taut, with skin smooth and carefully groomed by the
farmhands.  My hair flowed in the wind.  My pubic hair was getting blonder,
and the grooms let it grow wild, just like the other animals'.

   Months of animal feed and carefully calibrated female animal hormones
had turned me into what Master wanted: an animal.  With my sharp eyes, I
could see at night just as well as in broad daylight.  I was strong and
extremely quick.  I could hear everything, even over great distances.

   My sense of smell was the keenest.  I could sniff the premises and know
exactly who had been where at any time.  I could sense when a woman was
menstruating, and follow her all over the place with the intense desire
that Master would allow me to lap her blood.  My tongue was long, strong,
coarse and textured.  I could slip it easily deep into any woman's pussy
and lap up any cum inside her, as well as her entire menstrual flow.  I
could force my tongue deep into any woman's ass and lick that one clean as
well.

   Master enjoyed having me suck on two cocks at the same time, opening my
mouth so wide that taking both in at the same time was easy.  I could
swallow both their cums at the same time and not spill a drop.

   Master taught me to swallow men's and women's pee.  Whenever any of his
guests needed to, they would just walk up to me, touch my shoulder to
kneel, and my mouth would go over the pee hole.  I could swallow any
torrent of pee - woman or man - without spilling a single drop!  Human's
pee tasted so weak compared to mine - or that of all the other farm
animals...  sigh of sadness.

   As a matter of principle, when Master was at his desk, I would kneel at
his feet.  I would play with his perfect and beautiful cock, making it
really hard, admiring it even though it was a mere nine inches long, and
just keep sucking on it.  If Master needed to pee, he didn't have to move
from his desk.  I could sense when it was coming, open my mouth to envelope
it, and drink all his pee.

   In the afternoons, Master and his friends enjoyed watching me train and
run as fast as the horses, barefoot and totally naked.  They enjoyed
watching how I would then approach the pens with the males of each species.
All of them would get erect penises when I walked in.  The farm girl had a
chart and would tell me which to masturbate, in full view of the guests. 
The amount of cum was measured and noted.

   With my keen senses, I could tell exactly which particular animal from
which species had cum.  I knew their texture, their runniness, their color,
and each individual odor.  I knew by the odor each male animal's age and
everything else.

   Guests kept asking Master when I would start drinking the animals' cum.
Master would smile politely and tell them that the amount was carefully
measured as part of a breeding experiment.

   But I knew better.  My animal senses told me that once the amount of
ejaculate had been maximized, vet and his daughter would stop coming to
dose the animals and me with hormones.  At that point, Master would turn
all the males over to me.

   Or maybe, he would turn me over to all the males in the barn.

   Master enjoyed showing his guests how well trained I was.  He would make
me drink large bowls of water, until my bladder was bursting.  Walking
around on all fours, Master would move the leash this way and that, making
me turn.  Knees wide apart, the guests could see my animal genitals tightly
held.  I needed to urinate, but Master had not yet given the signal.  With
his riding crop, he would barely touch my animal cunt to show his guests
that he had trained me to control myself.

   Whenever Master felt like it, he would guide me to the planted bush in
the middle of the room.  On cue, I would raise my right leg.  The guests
would come close.  Master would touch my urethra with his riding crop.  It
was the sign.  Leg high up, I would let out a gushing torrent of animal
urine, thick and dense and pungent.  The guests would laugh.

   When I was servicing men and women around the room, Master decided to
make the remote control accessible to all guests.  I would be sucking on a
man and masturbating two others, one in each hand, when one of the guests
would twirl a knob.  My udder would be zapped!  I would scream and roll
over in anguish, desperate to rip it out.  The guests would laugh.  And
maybe twirl the other knob, just to see my other udder shaking violently.
And then the one deep into my urethra, making it feel like I was on fire
deep inside.  The guests would laugh.

   And then one day, Master invited all his guests for a special evening.
Men and women showed up nicely dressed.  I was of course naked in the
middle.  They started to undress.  I had a strange feeling.  The men, all
the men, had very strong erections: pills had been dispensed at the
entrance.  The women, all the women, had something I had never seen before:
strap-ons of different sizes and shapes.

   My animal instincts warned me.  I tried to bolt out.  In an instant my
nipples were zapped.  Meekly I had to return.  Master glared at me.  I knew
that punishment like I had never felt was about to fall upon me.

   Master was the first.  His meager nine inch cock rammed up my ass.  Just
like that.  I was not expecting it.  I reared and screamed.  He pushed my
head back down.  Knowing I was much stronger than he - and probably all the
other men in the county - he had four women hold me down, while four more
held my legs very wide open and apart.

   And so for hours on end, men and women repeatedly sodomized me.  No
foreplay, no tenderness, no fondling my udders nor anywhere else: just my
animal ass.  I screamed and roared and tried to fly apart, but I was too
tightly held.  The guests laughed as they enjoyed me.

   After hours of this.  I had to crawl on all fours and lick every single
cock clean.  Some had already fucked the women, and I had to clean out
those pussies as well.

   And that is when Master announced, "The bitch-sow is getting married
tomorrow!"

   The guests cheered.  Master motioned them to quiet down.

   He continued, "In this glass fish bowl are the names of each and every
one of the male animals on this farm.  All of them: dogs and horses and
bulls and goats and hogs and oxen.  ALL of them!"

   The crowd cheered again.

   Master waited for a while and again motioned them to quiet down. 
"Bitch-sow, come here.  On all fours, bitch-sow.  Close your eyes.  Reach
into the bowl.  Pick out a card.  That will be your husband tomorrow."

   Turning to the cheering crowd, Master announced, "And you are all
invited for the ceremony and the consummation of the marriage.  The
bitch-sow will be inseminated tomorrow afternoon at 4 pm sharp!"

   The crowd went crazy.

   The animals on the farm must have heard the uproar and sensed something
special was happening.  They too brayed loudly to celebrate the happy news
of my impending betrothal to a beast.

   And that is how Master made me his animal.  Animal feed and female
animal hormones.  And all the male animals on the farm had been also
treated by the vet and his daughter for maximum ejaculate volume.  To
better and more fully impregnate me.