When I woke up, wedged between two sturdy white cows, Ngana and Luba. Their owner was the chief, as he owned me now. They called me Tampu, and I thought,
“Shit! Shit! Fuck! Shit! Shit! Fuck! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Stupid bitch, I walked right into the Chief’s trap.” The drug had lost its effect, because I could think halfway clear again. The tattoos burned like hell. But on my scalp, once my lovely blond hair was, it burned so bad that I screamed out in pain.
Ngana and Luba, my two companion cows, woke up and infused me with Makala until the pain disappeared and also my awaken mind. I was a stupid barn cow again, living in the stable with my kind comrades. Naked and without shame, I followed the other beasts onto the wooden grid and emptied myself. I got to eat my porridge and drink even more Makala. We trotted down to the river to bathe ourselves. Mirroring myself in the water, I had a good look at my new beautifications, at the large tattooed parts of my body, arms and legs. Except for two plate-sized areas reaching from the crown of the head to the ears, I was bald. They tattooed on my new bald spots, as on my whole face, small, different geometric patterns. I was a new branded cow. Like cattle, I noted all this with the same interest.
They gave me another big jug of Makala, and we met the medicine man. In his hut I knelt before him, he painted something on my face and I fainted.
When I woke up, I wore my yoke, my lip plate, which marked me as the chieftain’s possession and the once beautiful blonde hair of mine were now golden and wide cow horns pointing downwards. Like a Kaoli heifer, I already had fat udders and a fat ass. That was nothing compared to an adult Kaoli cow, but I was just at the beginning.
Full of gratitude, I crawled on all fours to the medicine man; I licked in his asshole till it shone pink and clean. With the same passion, I turned to his well-filled balls. His penis had grown to its full glory during my loving surrender. It was huge! I circumnavigated his penis with my tongue, which felt somehow thicker and longer. I needed three attempts to get it in my mouth with no tearing in my lips. My jaw skin stretched and my upper and lower jaw shifted to give more room to my changed tongue and his penis. I sensed him coming, and he squeezed his dick deep into my throat while it exploded. An enormous amount of his sperm poured into my stomach. The rest splashed out of my nostrils and the corners of my mouth. Now my longer cow tongue slides over my face to catch even the smallest drop of his delicious sperm. Licking his cock and balls clean was my dessert, to which I devoted all my delight. In the meantime, he could recharge.
I stretched my ass towards him, and he rammed his bolt through the anus in my intestine. The pain when he pierced my virgin ass made me breathless. Soon the pain subsided as I felt myself widening at the bottom, pressing my female genitals and pelvis further behind me. My only piece of clothing, the loincloth, was now decoration, because everyone who saw me from behind not only saw it all, but with my two holes, it was pleasant now to mount me.
Having thoroughly washed in the river, on the way back to our cowshed we passed a jeep with four armed uniforms on it, while a fifth was arguing with the chief. The chief pointed at me. The uniformed man grabbed me by my yoke, pulled me into the back of the jeep and tied me up like cattle. In Kitgum, they tossed me into a dirty, dark prison cell. And there I sat as my worst nightmare began. My body went through even more changes to become a real kaolicow. It was a night of incredible agony.
The next morning my pain had become a little more bearable and my mind was working again. As I had spent the whole night on the dirty ground, I tried to take a seat. I was sitting on, was my cunt. A cow didn’t need any furniture, and I knelt down in the dirt again. A cow must understand where its place is, where it belongs, I thought and cried, deeply humiliated.
Gathering up all my bravery, I touched my modifications. In its special way, my yoke fascinated me, only massive at the neck and at the edge, but light as a feather and filigree. A mystery to me how the medicine man got my head through this small hole. As wide as my shoulder, my hands could reach only up to the little bells on my new horns.
Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! My beautiful blond hair was now two solid gold cow horns. I noticed how my lip plate jumped up and down. Of all the things they did to my body, this was the worst: on my lip plate was the sign of the chief. It not only made me his property, I was no longer the Mrs Lena Gutbrod, but the Kaolicow Tampu. Something inside me said that I could never remove it again. A terrible pain went through my breasts and hips. It became unbearable, and I fainted in a relieving way.
When I woke up, Mayer was standing outside my cell. The chief explained to Mayer: “This heifer will not survive the next night. Either you give me back my property or it dies and your company pays me reasonable compensation.”
I only heard, wrapped in a mist of pain, but with an alert mind, heifer and compensation. He talked about me like I was some kind of animal.
“I can’t give her back to you. Mrs Gutbrod belongs to herself,” said Mayer. Fierce rage was visible in the chief’s face, and he turned to walk. In my desperation, I mooted as loud as a cow, and he turned back to me.
“When my heifer Tampu wants to return to its stable, then moo.”
The pain tormented me and devastated to the very foundations of my existence, deprived of my human dignity and ready for anything that could release me from these terrible tortures. I was mooing again and again, and between by I roared to exhaustion:
“Please release your heifer from these pains. Let me be your cow, your cattle. Please, please, please!”
Mayer said: “I guess it’s no good anymore! Security guard, return the chief’s cow.” He opened and my owner grabbed me by the yoke and pulled me, like cattle, behind him.
Thanks to my restored mind I became aware of my humiliating situation again. I was Lena Gutbrod and aware of my humiliating situation. As a wealthy executive of a big company and with an academic degree in economics, it was now my destiny to end my days as a cow as blunt cattle?
For the very last time I tried to resist and screamed through a mist of murderous pain: “Chief, please, I will pay you any price if you turn me back and set me free.”
In my arrogance, I still believed I could loot his country to my advantage with impunity, just like my ancestors did. But he just laughed at me and said:
“Shut your mouth, you stupid cow!”
My owner fed me with a full pot of Makala. The calm of a dull cow surrounded me and I realized, soon I would be a magnificent cow with udders bigger than my head and full of good milk. With my wide, birth-friendly pelvis I will bear sons for my owner and be his happy cattle. He opened the trunk lid and threw me in. Shutter. Dumb stuff!
Moo! Moo! Moo!