The Torture of the Bronze Cow

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The sunlight outside blazed down on the ground, making my delicate body appear unexpectedly pale.

"Kneel..." In the old Banta manor, a simple altar stood—a raised platform of rammed earth. An old man in feathered clothing gestured with a wooden spear. Below the platform stood a dense mass of black soldiers, over two hundred in number. I was led by several black priests to kneel on the platform.

I looked at these black soldiers, clad in leather breastplates and wielding rusty hammers and knives. Most of them were men who had once slept with me, and they all stared lustfully at my naked body in the sun, at my full breasts, my deep red, erect nipples, my slender waist, my soft, fleshy opening that brought them pleasure, my long, white legs that they often carried on their shoulders, and finally, my exquisitely pale face. I believe few of them saw my face while they were having sex with me; perhaps they wanted these men to see it before I was sacrificed. Thinking this, I proudly raised my head and tidied my disheveled golden hair.

"Slut, tell me your name," the black priest asked. The square was deathly silent… "Sprure Audrey!" I said.

"Do you know what crime you committed to be sacrificed?" the black priest continued. At that moment, the torment of the contract surged into my heart, the root of my suffering. Every demon's sex slave had to complete a slave contract, obeying the demon's followers wearing obsidian bracelets, otherwise they would activate the bracelets and make me wish I were dead.

And just now, it must have been Old Banta's warning that told me to act more lewdly at the confession ceremony before the sacrifice.

"Sigh~, what do you want me to say?" I sighed helplessly. Since being captured, I'd been like a whore, constantly serving men or creatures with penises, saying the most humiliating and flattering things, just to suffer less. But now I was about to be punished, and no matter how much I begged, the result would be the same. So I calmed down and asked.

"Tell me, how many men have fucked you?" the black priest continued sternly.

"Hehe, I can't remember~" I was amused and annoyed. A woman sentenced to eternal prostitution, even excluding the training in the brothel, had men's penises thrusting into her vagina almost every day

. Who could remember how many?

"Slut, estimate!" the black priest continued.

"Hmm~, maybe a few thousand. Do animals count?" I straightened my perfectly curved waist, revealing my beautiful upper body in front of everyone. The nipple rings on my nipples glittered in the bright sun. My question elicited laughter from the black soldiers below. Even the most shameless prostitute who had been working in a brothel for over a decade wouldn't ask whether animals counted.

"You slutty bitch! Tell me, what animals have you mated with?" the black priest asked, seemingly to cater to people's expectations.

"Sigh~, there are earth dragons, hunting dogs, wild boars, domestic pigs... and you barbarians." I said, my pretty face slightly flushed, recalling the events. Finally, I frowned and uttered a humiliating remark about them. What was there to be afraid of since we were going to die anyway?

"Kill her! This bitch is humiliating us!" a black soldier shouted angrily.

"Quiet down, everyone. Killing this little slut is too easy for her. You'll see how you'll be punished soon enough.

She'll definitely beg us to kill her, hehe." The black priest waved for everyone to quiet down, then looked at me, who was somewhat frightened, and said.

"Slut, is your family all this lewd?" the black priest asked more sternly.

"She's a criminal sentenced by the Holy Race to be a prostitute for eternity. She'll be punished if she doesn't pay up. A family?

I think any human would be like that if they were trained like that, hehe." I feigned innocence, but my heart was bleeding. A noble human was now being humiliated like a pig or dog, being lined up by men to fuck her, and then having to admit to being lewd… "So you admit you're a slut?" the black priest asked.

"I don't want to admit it!" I replied playfully, but the black soldiers below laughed incessantly.

"Having sex with thousands of men doesn't make you a slut?" the black priest said, almost laughing in exasperation.

"That's your business. Anyway, I don't think I'm lewd enough," I continued.

"Alright, since this slut has admitted it, then our God of War loves lewd women the most. Do you all think the God of War will like this woman?" the black priest shouted.

"Yes~" the black warriors shouted in unison.

"Then will we win the battle?" the black priest asked.

"Yes~" the black warriors continued to shout.

"Then the ceremony begins~" the black priest shouted.

"No, no, I haven't finished yet, waaaah~" I cried, wishing he would ask me more questions. I would answer even more lewdly. I didn't want to be sacrificed, because I knew from the experiences of those female knights that no woman sacrificed was whole.

I was lifted up by four black men, who ignored my cries and walked straight away.

Many dark hands reached out to touch me, as if touching my "war god's favorite" smooth skin would bring good fortune.

I turned my head and saw six wooden beds not far away. Milia and the female knights were all lying naked on them, their long, white legs spread wide and bound high. I thought it must be a group feast after the sacrifice. I looked at the female knights' deep red, everted labia, the whip marks on their buttocks, and the bruises on their inner thighs. I wished I was the one bound there, waiting to be fucked. I really couldn't bear having my hands and feet cut off or being glued to a parasitic plant to lay eggs. I just wanted to live like a woman, even if it was as a sex slave.

This was a model of a bronze bull. I didn't know how these barbaric black men had created such a lifelike bronze bull. Its roaring posture and the bulging muscles made me feel that only the masters of Constantinople could have forged such a work of art. But another feeling was that this bronze bull seemed to be related to today's sacrificial flag. I even glanced at the huge bull's body to see if there were any large fake penises underneath, but thankfully there were none.

But when the black priest lifted me onto the bull's back and opened its spine, I cried out in horror and pain.

The bronze bull was hollow; I could vaguely see a huge space big enough to fit a person inside.

"Get in," the black priest commanded.

"No, oh no," I pleaded, clinging to the edge of the bronze bull.

Under the control of three or four strong men, I was shoved into the belly of the bronze bull without any resistance. Then the black priest closed the lid, followed by the despairing sound of copper nails being used to anchor it.

"We'll pour molten copper later. Keep the bottom submerged in water so she doesn't die," the black priest told the other black men.

"No, oh!" I thought they would release me after the flag-raising ceremony, but when I heard about the molten copper being poured, I knew that the inside of this bronze bull was my prison for the rest of my life. It

was pitch black, and I could only vaguely hear the chaotic sounds outside. However, due to the vibrations of the metal, I could only hear loud voices near the bronze bull.

The belly of the bronze bull was very narrow, and I could only bend over with my buttocks sticking out and my knees wrapped around my chest, huddled inside. I kept twisting my naked body, hoping to make it more comfortable, but the inside of the bronze bull, which was scorching hot from the blazing sun, was even more unbearably stuffy.

Inside the bronze bull's belly, I couldn't even turn over, especially my arms and legs, which had nowhere to go. I struggled for a long time before finally discovering that the bronze bull's four legs were also hollow inside. Like seeing a savior, I quickly stretched my arms and legs, which were taking up space, into the four holes.

"Oh, no!" I struggled desperately, only to find that my hands and feet, which I had just put into the hollows of the bronze bull's limbs, were all grabbed and fixed in those holes.

"See, we don't need to pull her hands and feet, this bitch just put them in herself," a black priest mocked. Thus, I was imprisoned in the bronze bull, unable to move.

I screamed desperately, but near my mouth was a copper pipe that looked like a trumpet. My painful screams, after passing through the heavy, curved bronze pipe, turned into pleasant "murmurs."

With the bronze bull's murmurs, the black warriors below cheered, as if their war god had truly accepted me.

I lay sprawled inside the bronze bull's belly, my limbs dangling and bound, unable to move. Yet, I could still wiggle my slender waist and shapely buttocks. Sweat beaded on my skin inside the sweltering bronze bull, and suddenly I felt a surge of magical energy. This energy surrounded me, seeping into the bull's bronze hide. I hoped to absorb this energy so I could use my strength to tear open this damned bull's belly and slaughter these barbarians.

Unfortunately, this magical energy instinctively repelled me; it flowed through my body and acted upon the bronze bull. Suddenly, I felt the bronze bull becoming increasingly cramped. The solid bronze metal gradually squeezed me inward until it completely enveloped my beautiful buttocks and slender waist, making it impossible for me to move. The bronze seemed to come alive, desperately filling the space around my limbs, as if I had become one with the bronze bull.

After the final transformation, my lower body and limbs became an integral part of the bronze bull, leaving only a few inches of breathing space for my upper body and a small space for my head, just enough to shout and breathe. My face turned bright red, and the feeling of being unable to move made me so nervous I almost suffocated. Fortunately, the copper tube near my mouth was connected to the bull's mouth, allowing fresh air to flow in.

Most incredibly, the bronze bull that had imprisoned me had also transformed into a cow in heat, howling… Suddenly, I felt air flowing through my rear end. It turned out that the black priests had removed the rear panel from the bronze bull, making my buttocks look like a cow's rear end, integrated into the sculpture, only white in color. Several black priests quickly brushed copper powder onto my exposed buttocks, making them truly look like part of the sculpture, the only difference being the writhing anus and vagina.

Sure enough, a cool sensation spread across my breasts. They had placed them on the lower abdomen of the bronze cow, making them droop like a cow's udder. After being coated with copper powder, they looked even more lifelike, only my breasts were slightly different from the nipples of other sculptures due to their fullness.

Amidst the shouts of the black soldiers, this evil flag-raising ceremony was essentially complete, and I had transformed from a naked woman into a bronze cow standing in the square.

"You won't die. We'll make you produce milk, and then someone will fuck you every day..." the black priest said into the cow's mouth; I could only hear him speaking into the copper tube.

But the inhuman torture for me had only just begun...

At dawn, several vultures flew aimlessly around the wilderness, searching for the leftovers from the ceremony. The once bustling "Old Banta Barracks" was now deserted. Fifteen days after the frenzied flag-raising ceremony, Old Banta and his two hundred tribal soldiers left this unknown black village to join the demon army that had been conscripting and plundering the empire.

Lame Karalu pushed open the door of his dilapidated wooden hut, limping out of the desolate house carrying two buckets of water.

He shielded his eyes with his filthy black hands, cursing the harsh morning sun, before walking towards a lifelike bronze cow in the middle of the yard.

The bronze cow's rear end was raised, its front legs bent, as if it were being fucked by a bull, even showing a hint of allure in its bull-like features.

"Slap, slap~" Lame Karalu slapped the bronze cow's rear end hard with his hand, surprisingly producing no metallic echo, but rather a slapping sound like a woman's buttocks. The muscles on the bronze cow's thighs began to slowly twitch, causing its plump rear end to tremble slightly.

"Hehe~" Lame Karalu let out a silly laugh, then pulled down his pants, revealing his erect penis, which he thrust into the bronze cow's raised rear end. After just a few thrusts, the fleshy orifice secreted a glistening, lustful fluid, making a gurgling sound with each thrust. The bronze cow also emitted pleasurable moans, metallic yet unmistakably the cries of a mature woman during intercourse.

Lame Karalu was Old Banta's seventh son, born with a slight intellectual disability and crippled in one leg from a childhood fall, making him virtually ignored within Old Banta's family. When Old Banta took all his sons to plunder the Empire, he subconsciously forgot about this lame son, and Lame Karalu's only task was to guard the house and care for the "God of War's Beloved Consort" sealed within the bronze cow. According to tradition, if this God of War's Beloved Consort were tormented to death, Old Banta and his army would lose the God of War's protection, and this so-called care was merely keeping her alive.

Since Old Banta had taken all his wives and prostitutes, the only remaining men in the village, besides their wives, who could have intercourse with this God of War's Beloved Consort, fused with the bronze cow, were the ones left with. According to the village rules, everyone in the village is possessed by the God of War, so they have the right to enjoy the God of War's favorite concubine, and the concubine's moans and vaginal fluids are the warrior's blessing. So every morning, Lame Karalu is the first man to fuck me, and then almost every hour, another man fucks this poor concubine until late at night.

Lame Karalu felt the tight, throbbing flesh of her vagina gripping his penis; even without thrusting, the writhing flesh and slippery vaginal fluids were enough to make him ejaculate. Sure enough, in less than fifteen minutes, Lame Karalu ejaculated. He chuckled contentedly, then poured some water from the bucket into the bronze cow's mouth. Soon, the bronze cow emitted gurgling sounds and pleasurable moans, like a woman drinking water.

Lame Karalu poured a whole water bag into the bronze cow's anus; the water, along with the vaginal fluids and semen from their earlier intercourse, flowed down the woman's thighs. After the concubine excreted, Lame Karalu cleaned up the dirty water, and his day's work was complete.

"Please, please let me go, I'm in so much pain~" A woman's seductive pleading voice came from the empty mouth of the bronze cow.

"Hehe, Daddy said he'd lock you up for ten years. I heard you're very beautiful, but I won't be able to see your face, hehe." The lame Karal said with a silly grin.

"Yes, I'm very beautiful, more beautiful than you've ever seen, hehe, as long as you let me out, I'm willing to let you fuck me every day, and even lick your cock~, my tongue is very soft~" the seductive voice continued.

"Don't listen to her, that's the God of War's favorite concubine testing you. If you let her out, not only will she run away, but the God of War will also curse us." A middle-aged dark-skinned woman walked over with a bowl of green, viscous food that smelled strongly of sourness and said.

"Waaah~, dear mother, I was wrong, don't make me, ah, glug glug." The seductive voice, with a metallic echo, pleaded in terror after hearing the middle-aged woman speak, but before she could finish, the dark-skinned middle-aged woman poured the bowl of disgusting green viscous liquid into the bronze cow's mouth, forcing the woman inside to swallow it.

After feeding the cow, the dark-skinned middle-aged woman squatted down and gently massaged the cow's full udders, which were so full they resembled the breasts of a seductive woman.

"Oh, it's so itchy, so swollen." The woman inside the bronze cow groaned in pain or pleasure, her exposed vulva twitching incessantly, slippery vaginal fluid dripping down with the middle-aged woman's rubbing of her breasts.

Suddenly, the middle-aged dark-skinned woman changed her technique, pinching and squeezing the base of the woman's breasts as if milking a real cow.

"Ah, no, it hurts! Spare me! Ah~, ah~!" the woman inside the bronze bull screamed frantically, her exposed thigh muscles trembling slightly, her vagina and anus writhing rapidly in pain.

A drop or two of milky white fluid was squeezed out by the middle-aged dark-skinned woman. She dipped her finger in the fluid, tasted it for a while, and then smiled with satisfaction, saying, "Little slut, the High Priest was right. When the moon is full again, you'll have enough milk to make cheese." "No, impossible! Let me out! Waaah~" the woman inside the bronze cow cried out in anguish.

At this moment, several men were already queuing outside the courtyard, each with a small tent bulging in their leather pants. After the old woman left, the man first threw a peach pit into a broken basket, then pulled down his pants and inserted his thick penis into the woman's vagina outside the bronze cow… The day's torment had only just begun. By sunset, the broken basket was piled high with peach pits, like a small mountain. The last man pulled his penis out of the bronze cow's loose vagina and went home dejectedly.

The temperature difference between day and night in the wilderness was huge. As soon as night fell, a cold wind blew, and the woman's buttocks, dripping with vaginal fluid and semen, writhed incessantly in the cold wind. From the bronze cow's mouth came the woman's shivering pleas.

At this time, the lame Kararu would smear Old Banta's special chili sauce on the bronze cow's anus and vagina. This would not only keep the woman inside "hot" all night, but also tighten the woman's vagina, which had been loosened by being fucked.

I howled in agony, the sensation of chili pepper smeared on my already swollen and red vulva and anus driving me mad, yet my body remained completely paralyzed. That intense pain instantly dispelled the fatigue of a day spent being fucked by a man and the chill of the night. My only movable part, my pretty face, writhed in the darkness, weeping with regret.

As a noblewoman, a crown princess, a lady of high birth, I should have been the center of attention in the luxurious salons of Constantinople, the focus of my love affair with the crown prince at grand banquets, the eternal rose in the circle of noblewomen; but my willfulness, my insistence on creating my own career, my stubborn refusal of my fiancé's pleas to stay and my decision to go to the battlefield to slay demons—I just loved being different. The leader of the Rose Knights—just imagine, a queen with unparalleled martial arts skills and battle achievements—how exciting! This fame might last for centuries.

But when I lost my magic, when those damned, incredibly strong demons stripped me naked, their rough hands caressing my soft, white breasts, their foul-smelling penises frantically thrusting into my tender vagina, when my nipples and labia were pierced and ringed, when I was dragged naked through the streets by my nipple chains, and then, in the occupied territory, when my dripping, wet vagina and the bells hanging from my nipples were exposed to all the civilians, when I was forced to shout in front of human captives that I was Audrey, a prostitute for eternity, that I could never wear clothes, that I could only exchange sex for food, I finally realized that I was just a lowly plaything. My willfulness had led me to this state, and there was no way to undo it. I could only endure the burning pain in my vagina and anus in the cold night wind, and I could only smile seductively and beg each person who fucked me to give me something to eat.

As a woman with a happy family and a loving fiancé, I should have been spending every weekend at home with my parents or busy preparing for our wedding. Instead, I went to the border of the empire to slaughter those poorly equipped low-level demons for the sake of so-called honor and a foolish belief. I even told my fiancé that I didn't want to have a child with him. I never considered marriage a big deal; my heart was filled with the desire to show off.

But when I was sent to the brothel, when the high demons judged me to be a whore destined for eternal prostitution, when I was trained daily to make my vagina hold two pounds and to keep my cunt perpetually moist, when an old demon inserted a funnel into my vagina and poured venom into my uterus, saying I would never bear children, when I could be fucked for a copper coin in the brothel, when I was naked and sweating like a male slave in the ironworks carrying iron ingots, when I became a child bride, maidservant, and household prostitute for a six-year-old barbarian child... I knew my life was over, as if I were trapped in eternal darkness within the bronze bull... I don't know how many days it has been, but the black priest told me they would let me live for at least ten years. My entire body is imprisoned within the bronze bull, my only external sensations are my exposed cunt, anus, and full breasts. Every day, someone gives me enemas to ensure I can defecate. Of course, before the enema, they have sex with me. This person is the one who feeds me, so I put in extra effort. This man's penis is short, and his stamina isn't long-lasting, but I can control the power of the aphrodisiac muscles in my vagina to make him as pleasurable as possible. Perhaps this is the result of training in the prostitute camp.

This man told me that Milia and those damned female knights had been taken by Old Banta to be used as military prostitutes.

This is the only thing that makes me happy. If I can really live a miserable life for ten years, then Milia definitely won't outlive me. I've seen the lives of those military prostitutes. In the demon realm, human women have to carry supplies like cattle and horses during the day, and at night they have to serve those thirsty soldiers all night long. Even female knights enhanced by magic rarely survive more than two years. I once saw a demon legion where the captured women could only crawl on all fours, naked, carrying goods. Whenever someone died, her body would be in the cooking pot that day.

After the man left, a woman was there to feed me those bitter soups. The sour and bitter taste lingered in my mouth all day, almost suffocating me. After drinking the soup, my breasts would swell up terribly, especially when the penis was thrust into my vagina; the mammary glands inside would throb and swell with each thrust. That woman would knead my breasts every day, and in the brothel, whenever someone rubbed my breasts, my vagina would overflow with vaginal fluid. The woman said my breasts would soon be able to produce milk. I cried several times about this. I was already infertile, and although I believed the imperial physicians could cure me, I was now producing milk even though I wasn't pregnant. This wasn't my will. I felt my body had completely surrendered. These barbarians and demons wanted to sterilize me so I wouldn't menstruate; they wanted to make me as lewd as a bitch so I would become wet under the influence of aphrodisiacs; they wanted me to produce milk so I would produce milk like a cow. I am no longer a human woman, but merely a trained livestock… After milking, it's endless intercourse. Some men, to keep me aroused, like to place a brazier under the bronze cow's belly, causing me to scream in agony. My vagina becomes tighter, but the scorching heat is the most severe torture. The brazier isn't very hot, but it bakes my lower abdomen, making me drenched in sweat. They love seeing my muscles writhe in pain.

When the last penis leaves my body, I feel cold from exhaustion, especially when the cold wind blows on my wet, oozing vagina, it feels like being cut by a knife. Then, if lame Karalu remembers, he'll come out and smear chili sauce on my vagina and anus, causing me to faint from the pain and sweat… This is my day, and I will live under this torture for over ten years. I will produce more and more milk and increasingly slippery vaginal fluid until I am trapped and die inside this damned bronze cow.

The red and blue Twin Towers of Constantinople, the white castle, and my fiancé Andrei's sun-like smile.

"It was just a nightmare, it's all over..." Andrei said with a smile.

"Mmm~" I buried my face in his broad shoulder, answering happily.

No, it was just a dream. A dream I often have. Look how unreal the sky and clouds are, how blurry the red and blue Twin Towers are. I can barely remember what the shimmering magical patterns on the towers looked like, and Andrei's face—only blurry sunlight on that handsome face. I can't remember his exact features anymore. Soon, lame Karal will slap my shapely buttocks, and then another day of torture with the bronze cow will begin.

[The End]

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