At least once a year, the people gather in worship, and celebration of the gods. It was always considered a contest between the nobles, of who could bring the gods the greatest offering. Every family tried to out do the other, but none was ever able to out do the queen. She offered things that most considered priceless, from great works of art, to the most skilled gladiator. Yet this year she out did herself. Through the finest selection, she'd been able to produce a magnificent white bull, the likes of what the world had never seen. But the bull was to great in the queens mind. She'd had it breed, and feed, surely it was hers by right? She'd given much more then most people had in their life times, she could keep this one thing.
Yet the gods disagreed, for in their eyes, this action meant the Queen saw herself above the gods, and they decided to teach her a lesson of humility. One morning, the Queen rose, though her mind was not her own. Aphrodite had taken hold of the Queens mind, and now controlled her like one would a puppet. She walked down to the finest craftsman in all of Greek, and requested for him to build her a hallowed out wooden cow. She explained that she wished the people see the prowess of her mighty bull, but such a mighty creature was surely above just any random cow, it deserved a real woman.The craftsman having heard tales of the mighty bull, and seeing the gold the queen presented, did not argue. Aphrodite then left in the form of the queen, and started inviting her near and dear, telling them she wished to display the great bull to them, in all his glory. The tales were many, but few had actually seen the bull, and so there were none who wished to miss this event. Aphrodite then returned to bed, and when the queen awoke, she knew of nothing which had happened. Until the day of celebration, when she awoke only to find herself strapped in bitch black darkness, unable to move.
Time and time again thru out the nights leading up to the grand celebration the queen would play puppet, And with good reason, The Goddess of love had a personal stake in all of this and had to get things right, Humiliating the Queen in the process, Forcing her to submit to the lowly hands of the Craftsmen and his many apprentices for measurements during the long hours of the night, Nude on a platform as a living model, Allowing them to grope, Fondle her all the while to make sure everything would be just right. One morning the queen would wake frmo her slumber with a growing Ache all over that supple Nubile form, Her back ached, Her wrist and Ankled burned from those tightly bound tanned leather straps, Down on her hands and knee's inside of that Wooden Cow, Her wrist pressing into the Arms of the Cow and shackled in place, Her feet suffered a similar face, Shackled in place, Her legs spread wide inside that bondage, Knee's almost to her sides, Her back forced to arch once that Wooden back was installed, Nailed in to place traping the shapely queen in that bondage, Forever as a tribute to the Gods if not for those instructions for a public revelation after the lewd events to follow, She tried to move, To flail, To scream for help but found her voice muted with only crude "Moo's" able to escape no matter how she tried to scream The costume crudely made of splintered and hard wood wouldn't afford her the comforts her tender caramel hued flesh used to, With only the tiniest bit of lite shining in from between her thighs, It would be a long day, With that opening at the "Cows" rear suspiciously large as the Craftsmen had her presented for all to see, Inviting them to Feel what the Bull was about to, To See what the Gods allowed their finest creations to have.
At first all was silent, but soon enough voices started to fill the air around her. Though the wood was thick, she could hear every word, thanks to Aphrodite. They asked the servants where their queen was, why she didn't receive them as was proper. The servants apologized and said the queen was occupied. Some of the guest cursed to themselves, feeling insulted, while others laughed and merely enjoyed the treats that was offered to them. At first none cared for the wooden cow in the middle of the room, for there was much art to be found in that room alone, and if people did admire it, it was from a distance. It was not until a young noble man started to look for the queen, his eyes flashed over the rear of the statue, and he paused...Had he just seen right? Upon closer speculation he had. A small hole was cut in the back of the cow, hard to see from a distance but up close he could see the flesh beyond. He inspected the cow carefully, but saw no cracks where one might enter, for it was expertly built after all, and only the craftsman himself knew how to open it. The man assumed it was something put there by the gods, and hesitated, then reading the writing smiled, and ran a thoughtful hand, over the unsuspecting queens folds.
By time the crowd moved away from the Wooden Cow the Queen trapt inside would of been torn between Rage and Tears as they completely ignored her and what she was going thru, It was their fault for not knowing and they would pay surely, But soon things grew silent for her, Hearing nothing outside of the occasional clatter of someone dropping something, She flailed in that bondage, Tears stained her features as her muted cries were reduced to little more than pitiful Moo's for attention. To her it would feel like hours had passed and not simple moments. The queen was locked in darkness, Oblivion as the young male approached her from behind and began inspecting her bondage, It was only a moment before she was stunned, Shocked to feel that hand pressing firm against those damp folds, Able to feel the wiggle of her hips, And the only movement her encasement allowed, The ability to raise or lower those hips ever so slightly, The Queen given a crude choice in how she would Take the Bull the first time, Between those quivering neither? Or up that delectable backside only inches away from those probing fingers.