The further adventures of Annabelle (formerly Andrea). As a warning to readers, there are elements of non consensual sex in this series. I highly recommend starting from part 1. As always, feel free to leave feedback in the form of comments, messages, or votes. I very much appreciate knowing my readers enjoy my stories.

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Much like her very first night as a cow, Annabelle’s sleep was fitful. On that first night, she was restrained, gagged, forced into an uncomfortable position, and she wanted to be anywhere but in Robert’s barn. This night was different. She was barely restrained, she wasn’t gagged, and she laid curled in a fetal position. This night was also different because, in her mind, she was no longer in the barn. Between the drugs and the constant stimulation, Annabelle was in a world of her own. She wasn’t dreaming about her former life, in fact, she was barely able to think at all. Similar to how a well-fucked woman can enter the state of sex coma, she was near a permanent delirium.

Much like her very first night as a cow, Annabelle had drool running out of her mouth and down her body. That first night, she was gagged. Tonight, there was no gag, just an overstimulated cum slut whose mouth was open like it was awaiting its next cock. As Robert entered, he admired the cow he had created. He knew that he would strip away her humanity but he was truly impressed how quickly she had become a wanton cow.

It was the break of dawn. The farm hands would soon be there and in the meantime, Robert attempted to wake her. His loud voice was insufficient to bring her back to a state of consciousness. He walked over to her naked body and shook her. Incoherent sounds escaped from her mouth, but Annabelle barely stirred. He considered the cow prod but instead used two fingers to reach inside her very wet pussy. He fished around for the bullet and once he was able to get a weak grip on the slippery toy, he slowly pulled it from her body.

It took a few minutes for Annabelle to wake once the toy was removed. Her wakefulness was directly attributed to the lack of vibration inside of her. She was aware that her pussy was empty, and even though she had been cumming all night long, she wanted to be filled. She was able to close her mouth and build up enough saliva to swallow. Her fog started to clear, at least a little. The words she wanted to say weren’t quite coming to her. She attempted to piece together a sentence describing what she needed.

The farm hands had arrived signaling the day was about to get started. She angled her head to see Robert approaching her. He was carrying something. It was yet another syringe full of her medicine. She could barely comprehend what he was about to do despite him having done it multiple times before.

“Cock…” Annabelle softly whispered. It was all she could say. It was everything she wanted. It was a request to be fucked. Fortunately, everyone in the barn knew what the word meant. Although, no one was planning at that moment to give it to her. Alex wanted to. He desperately wanted to fuck her, to comfort her, to perhaps have her as more than simply a cow. Having cared for Annabelle, he was developing a strong attachment to her. He saw Robert’s pleasure in her becoming an animal, he watched as Eduardo rammed his cock inside of her pussy without any regard for her body. Alex knew he could treat her better.

“We all know you want cock, cow,” Robert said. He wasn’t gentle as he poked the needle into the flesh of her ass. In her current state, Annabelle wasn’t going to squirm or complain. With her injection complete, Alex and Victor moved her back into her stall. She was still rather limp but the leather strap securing her waist helped to hold her up, as did the chain secured to her collar.

“Need… fuck…” Annabelle spoke. She was still unable to formulate a complete sentence. She looked straight ahead. Entering the barn was a short, stocky man that she thought she recognized. He was carrying a small bag and wearing a white coat. Like a doctor. Or like a veterinarian would wear.

“Don’t talk cow. Moo,” Robert stated. The guest of the hour had arrived and Robert was wanting him to see Annabelle’s progress. He had, indeed, had the pleasure of meeting her previously. He was the same doctor who had initially examined her prior to her auction. “Good morning Dr. Barnes.”

“Good morning Robert. Please, call me Charles,” Dr. Barnes said. He didn’t wish for the formality of titles and he was certainly pleased to have the chance to re-examine the fine specimen who was shackled in front of him. “She should be gagged.”

Dr. Barnes had years of experience in inspecting livestock. His primary animal of choice used to be actual cattle but ever since he was employed at The Hubarn, he had taken quite a liking to performing intimate inspections of hucows. Robert had several opportunities to meet Charles and to discuss what makes a grade A cow. Those conversations certainly helped in his choice of Annabelle. The good doctor was not wrong, she was rather perfect for the role.

“Here are my previous notes on… Andrea”, Charles stated, before being interrupted.

“Annabelle. Her name is now Annabelle,” Robert said while petting the small of her back. Alex was busy fitting the ring gag in her mouth and tightening the strap as had been requested by the doctor.

“Very nice name. I will make that note in her chart,” Charles replied. He scribbled on his notepad before continuing reading his prior assessment. “Cow 21, lot 34b. No major flaws or injuries noted. Breasts firm but without milk production. Cunt wet and tight. Cow reports no previous pregnancies and no medication. Cow is not a virgin. Injection given, combination of fertility hormones, prolactin for milk production, and a relaxant.”

Robert loved hearing the full report. He wished The Hubarn would start reading the inspection reports for all the bidders to hear at auction. However, the company refused as they were concerned that the women who purchased the play package would be rather upset or humiliated to have a poor inspection read aloud at the auction.

“So, you say that some of the farm hands had sex with her without your permission?” Charles asked.

“Yes, we hopefully caught them before they were able to injure her. But I thought it best to have you come out and do another inspection,” Robert noted. Charles had started with the inspection. He started with her head and face. He felt through her hair touching her scalp. He touched her orbital bones, her cheeks, and stuck two fingers inside her mouth. He examined her teeth, her tongue, her gag reflex.

“She seems far more docile as compared to her first assessment,” Charles stated. This statement might have angered or humiliated her but she was still barely present in the real world and, even if she comprehending his words, she was quite familiar with men treating her like an animal.

His hands moved to her shoulder, down her arms, and lifted her arms to check her hands. He then made his way to her tits. Compared to the prior assessment, they were larger, heavier, and felt more full. He grabbed them. At The Hubarn, he was only permitted to gently squeeze the women’s breasts. That wasn’t the case with Annabelle, he groped her. He was rough with her teats and nipples. As he attempted to milk her, he surprisingly found several drops of an opaque fluid released from her nipples.

“You already have her producing milk, Robert?” The doctor asked. He continued to milk her and used his other hand to grab, squeeze, and milk her other breast. The number of drops coming from her tits were small but he was still impressed.

“I may have increased the dosage in order to have her producing sooner,” Robert explained.

“And how much of the relaxant are you giving her?” Charles added. He assumed that the cow was being continuously drugged to keep her compliant. Not exactly a practice that Charles would approve of but it wasn’t his cow.

“None,” Robert replied. He could tell Charles was surprised. “Her current state isn’t due to any relaxant. I’ve been giving her regular injections designed to greatly increase her level of arousal. In the past few days, her libido has been through the roof. She has only been able to think about sex. Yesterday and last night, she was kept constantly stimulated. The result you see before you is a cow with the inability to think, speak, or concentrate.”

Slowly, Annabelle was coming back out of her haze. She noticed that it was now morning. She felt exhausted from cumming all night long. She felt two rough hands groping her tits, pulling on her nipples. She heard her owner’s words. She attempted to push her need for cock out of her mind and focus on what he was saying. The last few words stuck in her mind. ‘...inability to think, speak, or concentrate…’ Annabelle was recognizing that this was true. She also knew that there was nothing she could do about it. In a few short minutes, she would forget that he said these words. She would forget that he was completely reprogramming her mind. She would only be thinking of cock.

“I think we should use the milk machine on her,” Charles suggested. Robert was excited by the idea and hoped that she was able to express more than a few drops of milk. “But first, have you started breeding the cow?”

“Oh yes, she has received a few loads from a very fertile bull,” Robert joyfully replied.

“Excellent, she needs a pregnancy test,” Charles stated, as he walked around to the rear of the stall.

Bill’s phone rang. He saw it was the private investigator’s number. He answered the call quickly, forever hopeful that Andrea had been found.

“Hello?” Bill said.

“Hi Bill. Have you ever heard of a wealthy businessman by the name of Robert Smith?” Tim asked.

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