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Gratia was so, so disappointed in herself. She was really going to do it; she was going to whore herself out just so she didn’t have to get a job. There was no shortage of options at her disposal to get a livable income, and with her current prodigious skill in magic she had already received many offers that few could even dream about.
But if she was going to actually become the best of the best before her hair went gray then she couldn’t waste her time by working. She needed to focus all the time she could into training and research. Which only left her one option; sing up at the closest brothel to get fucked by an elite member of the army; a centaur. They were majestic, awe-inspiring forces of nature that charged ahead in a crowded battlefield and trampled over anyone in their pass. And if someone avoided their unstoppable advance the centaurs reached with their enormous weapons to swiftly eliminate any stragglers that thought themselves safe. When there was no war to demand their physical superiority over the other smaller species they participated in the constant hunts to protect the cities against the giant monsters that tried to break in through the tall walls surrounding them.
Really, people had too little issue with dying and being brought back even if it hurt. The hunts, despite their dangerous nature, were just a fun time for everyone involved that was celebrated before and after it happened. Gratia would never understand it. And yet, no matter how eager warriors were for a good fight, they still got tired from it, which led to the popularity of the brothels that always were full during hunting season. Except for the centaurs.
Most girls were afraid of laying with one, so centaurs had little look at finding a prostitute that would dare to take dicks that were meant for beings many times their size. That led to the creation of “reverse brothels”, to put it in simple terms. There, the ones brave enough to take them could easily sign up for a long, arduous night that was remunerated in absurd quantities of gold that could feed the average person for months.
And that was Gratia's plan; sign up, get her pussy blasted by a tone-heavy machine of incomparable strength, then shut in alone in her place to study until she had to go through the ordeal again. ‘Power has its price, I suppose. Though mine will be a sore groin.’
Gratia checked herself in the mirror to make sure she was ready for her first time with a centaur. She looked fine even if she didn’t pay much attention to her appearance growing up, her magic skill easily compensating for that by giving her the ability to modify her body just enough to not just look but have the frame of someone that kept themselves fit and healthy with the simple application of a few small transmutative spells. She didn’t do anything to her chest, going from her modest one to get those melons that were more common on the normal whores would just get in the way. So, Gratia gave herself a body that was just athletic enough to be obvious at first glance along with a sizable butt that would lift any skirt considerably, made more alluring by broad hips that helped to fill out her now tighter clothes.
With everything about her magic-designed body in check, Gratia did her brown hair into a simple ponytail (for pulling) and put on a thin blue tunic that ended right below her cheeks, tying it on the waist and leaving it open down to it to show the inner sides of her breasts. She even went ahead and bought the tiniest g-string she could find; the white, silky material resting high on her hips, leaving her butthole half exposed and her lips covered by a small piece of fabric that didn’t go much higher than a few centimeters from them. All in all, accompanied by a few touches of makeup, she looked the part of a decently priced whore that was ready to get thrown on bed.
‘ My dignity for my ambitions. ’ Not that prostitution was something to be ashamed of, but it was quite ironic that the future most powerful mage was going to be able to obtain that title in record time by whoring herself out in the most profitable yet most embarrassing way possible; not because of sleeping with another species, no, but due to taking a dick that was far too big for her body.
Luckily, magic would make that stretching a reality.
The walk to the only centaur brothel was quick and calm; Gratia avoided all the obvious looks and offers she would have gotten due to her clothing by donning a cape to cover her slutty appearance. She wanted to avoid future rumors of a powerful mage sucking dick for a living if she could. They wouldn’t be a problem nor a bother really, but it would be preferable to not have to deal with them.
The place where she would earn her entire income for the foreseeable future was unimpressive, curious considering how much money was involved. A two story building designed similar to a big, wide mansion, colors dominated by reds and windows with curtains closed to hide the deeds on the other side, with a few outbuildings around. Unlike the rest of the buildings in the city this one was set far apart from the others, leaving the area with a lot of free green space. ‘ Still big and expensive, but honestly, I expected something made of solid gold.’
With a deep breath, Gratia opened the double doors and took her first step into the sex dungeon. It was decorated as expected from a mansion of this kind, with high chandeliers, statues of different sizes of women in suggestive poses and long crimson carpets that led into the hallways to the sides and the grand staircase in front. In the middle of it all was a desk where a woman sat while going through some papers. She looked up from them to Gratia, her neutral expression turning into a knowing smile that made the soon-to-be whore sigh internally.
Gratia approached with confident steps, “Excuse me, I’m here for the ah… Job.”
The receptionist's smile widened, “I’m happy to hear that; there’s always a need for more brave girls like you.” She adjusted her business shirt and retrieved a thin book from below the desk, placing it in front of Gratia, “If you could please take a seat I’ll show you the list of potential partners for the night.”
“Right…” Gratia wasn’t sure what she expected; this was certainly simpler than whatever could have crossed her mind. Opening the book, each page was a detailed profile of each of the centaurs that showed their basic information like height, weight, and age, along with other relevant points like what they wanted in a partner, the amount of gold they would pay for the night, the obvious sexual preferences and the like. Attached was also an animated full-body portrait of the centaurs turning around in their common clothing that hid their private parts.
All the girls were remarkable specimens, of course; tall and muscular as was average for their species. Gratia didn’t pay their appearance too much attention as she was here solely for the pay. Instead she focused on how much each centaur offered to be able to lay with a human woman, with most setting for a base price that would set her off for two to three months and others going slightly higher in exchange for fulfilling their kinks. She was looking for the one that would allow her to spend the longest without coming for another rutting, no matter what weird request she would have to fulfill. Really, it was too easy. Just some hard sex every now and then and Gratia would be free to follow her ambitions without worrying about all the tribulations a job would give.
Then she saw it.
She went still the moment she saw the completely unbelievable quantity marked on the last sheet. It was absolutely absurd, enough gold to last her for two whole years ! And just for one night? This simply had to be a joke or a mistake, “Hey, is this amount here accurate? It looks like there was some kind of confusion.”
The receptionist -named Ada, according to her name tag- grinned wider than before, “I assure you, every single detail is correct.”
Gratia was unable to hold down a smile of her own. This was it. She only had to go through this one time until two years passed and if she was lucky enough she could just repeat. Maybe she should just do multiple nights back to back and forget about this? Definitely an option, one that she would consider seriously after the fact. Though of course such a jump in pay meant that the requests would be the worst of them all. But really, how bad could they be?
The list of kinks and preferences was long and detailed, with additional notes on the next page due to a lack of space in the profile. As she carefully read through them Gratia went rigid at the thorough explanations of what would be required of her; she thought it would be similar to the weird kinks of the others but no, it was worse. So, so much worse. Every single thing listed was either humiliating and/or painful, no exceptions, and unlike the two to four hour long sessions the other centaurs demanded this one wanted twelve hours of uninterrupted action were Gratia would be treated like a worthless sex slave whose only job was to get fucked and whose only right was to moan. It was borderline sexual violence, the only thing that made it not too worrisome was that Gratia would willingly submit to this debasing treatment.
And she would, because it was the most efficient way to achieve her dreams. She would get sexually beaten up just for the sake of reaching them, no matter how battered her body would end up.
‘ So, so disappointed. ’
“I… Would like to schedule this one, please.”
Ada’s expression went neutral for a moment but quickly morphed into the most shit-eating grin Gratia had ever seen in her life, “I see. Mmm, you’re either greedy or the boldest size queen I have ever met. Do you have your own profile with you?”
“Certainly.” Gratia procured the sheet with all her relevant information so that it could be sent to the client to make sure of compatibility. Ada took it, flashed a purple light on it from her normal-looking pen and gave it back. “So, how long do I have to wait for… The appointment?”
“Just give it a moment.” Ada started counting with her fingers down from ten, though she stopped at two, then a green light flashed from the pen, “Oh, would you look at that; the response was even faster than usual. She will be waiting for you in the stables, stall nine. Good luck.”
“Right…” Gratia would have inquired about the minimalistic process but she just wanted to start her “challenge” as fast as possible so she stood and went to the door.
Ada called out to her before she stepped out, “Aren’t you going to request the total pain removal, major damage resistance and elasticity enchantments? You will need them.”
“Ah, it's fine. I already have my own spells applied.”
“I hope they’re strong enough, then. Bye!”
With that, Gratia made her way to the stables. Didn’t the centaurs find it offensive to even be inside them? Gratia didn’t really know, though it seemed that the answer was negative. At least the place was as refined as the main building; pristine wood that was sure to be sturdy and was kept shiny clean. Otherwise it looked the part of a regular stable, if considerably bigger. Inside, the stalls occupied much more room than expected and had solid walls on all sides, like hotel rooms, really. She stopped in front of her assigned stall and knocked on the door.
“Come in.”
The voice that responded was firm and feminine yet had a commanding tone underneath it, as that of someone that has been in a position of leadership for many years that knew how to keep you focused on their words. As Gratia entered the stall she was finally greeted by her lover for the next half-day. She hadn’t paid much attention to the moving portrait as she only truly cared about the gold but what little she had seen didn’t do any justice to the majestic being in front of her.
Sidra, as named in the profile, stood at roughly three meters from hoofs to humanoid head, dwarfing Gratia at her common one-sixty. Her skin was a delicious natural tan, firm and taut thanks to her slim but hard muscles that were covered in some old scars, each small movement causing them to shift and show their relaxed form that hid the destructive potential they had. A mane of wild neck-length black hair framed a face that held a calm expression of seriousness as she inspected the smaller creature looking up at her, brown eyes that were sure to have years of combat behind them. She didn’t lack in the chest area either. Her breasts were easily close to the size of her head, uncovered for Gratia to see their natural perkiness that had just enough sag to make them and the pink nipples tipping them more appetizing.
Her horse half was something to gawk and marvel at. Underneath the black coat of hair were powerful muscles that left any stallion in ridicule, the immense strength they held was obvious with a single look, holding the kind of might that would allow her hind legs to smash a concrete wall with little to no effort, so tough that no common spear would be able to even scrape it. It was the unrelenting and unstoppable form of a true warrior and stud. It was Gratia who should be paying to have the right to even get close to Sidra’s perfect body. Whether it was horse or human there was just something impressive to stay in awe at wherever you looked, like the way her legs moved and exposed new muscles, or how her biceps bulged madly when she crossed her arms. And to top it all, she was covered in a layer of sweat that made her form shine beautifully, like a statue of a goddess of war and lust dripping a glorious nectar that you had to earn the right to merely taste. She had the shape of a divine being that Gratia should kneel at so she could show her devotion and be allowed to worship every inch of her, specially her co-
“Ejem.”
Gratia was brought back from her wandering imagination. By the way Sidra was arching an eyebrow at her, she must have been standing there for far too long than what was proper, so she finally stepped in fully and closed the door. “Ah, my apologies. You just look so much ah… Bigger, than in the book,” ‘ I didn’t even check how huge her dick was. ’
“That's fine, I enjoy a bit of ogling,” The tall centauress smiled knowingly, as if she knew every single thought that went through Gratia’s head a moment ago. “So tell me, just to be completely sure; you read my conditions thoroughly , right?”
Gratia prepared herself mentally for what was about to happen, what she would allow to be done to her for the right price. “I did. I… Agree to the terms.”
Sidra took a few steps to her right and reached towards a clock hanging on the wall, turning some of the dials it had to start counting down from twelve hours. “Once I turn this on, we’ll begin. Ready?”
‘ Nope.’ “Yes, go ahead.”
Once it clicked and the time started going down Sidra’s expression went smug, mocking even, and she took something out of a bag sitting on one of the shelves on the wall then threw it at Gratia’s feet, “Put that on, slut.”
It was a collar. With a leash. Just as Gratia had read this was going to be degrading , and Sidra was quick to make their roles clear. Gratia picked up the black leather and calmly buckled it around her neck. It was just tight enough to not be uncomfortable and the leash was about two meters long, looking nicely sturdy for pulling. Sidra motioned with her hand for Gratia to deliver her end of the leather, the one that she would be using to handle her whore around as she used her. Gratia valiantly stepped closer to her temporary owner and placed the leash on her open palm. In that same instant Sidra yanked the strap with her giant strength, causing Gratia to bump into the centaur’s horse front face-first without warning.
Before she could even take a step back, as her face touched the hard, hairy texture of her owner, she got entranced by it. The smell. The natural scent of a stallion among stallions assaulted Gratia’s senses and made her addicted to it with the first innocent intake of air through her nose. An unbelievable amount of virility hit her nostrils like a kick to the face; she instinctively understood that Sidra was a prime male example of her species, the kind whose mere presence made females like Gratia moisten in preparation to be taken right then and there, because they would gladly open their legs and thank the superior being for blessing them with the honor of getting their weak holes smashed mercilessly by a pussy-gaping cock that would leave them begging for more.
Gratia forced herself to push away from Sidra before she lost it even more. Seriously, what was happening to her? She had never been crazy about sex like so many others yet her risky underwear had already caught the first few droplets of her arousal despite her partner not even having touched her yet.
“Stop daydreaming, slut,” Looking up, Sidra had an expression of disdain all over her face, as if she was looking at an inferior being who shouldn’t even dare to meet her eyes, like Gratia should be doing a reverence and begging to be allowed to lick her hoofs.
“I wasn’t-“
*SMACK*
Her words got cut off when Sidra’s powerful hand suddenly crashed against her tender cheek with enough force to send her stumbling, not losing her footing only thanks to Sidra’s firm grip on the leash. Were it not for her enchantments, it would have stung horribly.
“I didn’t give you the right to talk.” Gratia could already feel the side of her face going red from the harsh impact, suggesting a pain far too excessive as punishment for a “mistake”. She readjusted her stance and stood in place, gaze up and waiting for what was coming next. Sidra continued to look down at her like she was nothing, and then, to degrade her even more, spat on her face.
Gratia closed her left eye to avoid getting any spit on it as it landed on her cheek and stayed there like a symbol of her low position as the whore she was, letting it happen without complaint.
“What do we say?” Sidra asked. And what was Gratia supposed to answer? She had never been treated like this, as nothing more than a toy to abuse to the owner’s liking.
“I’m not sure-“
*SMACK*
Another hit, as bad as the last one. She wasn’t allowed to commit any mistakes, no matter that she wasn’t aware of what she did wrong. “But I don’t-“
*SMACK*
This one was fiercer, forcing her to grab on to Sidra for balance with how harder it was. And the absolute worst of this degrading, humiliating beating that she signed up for, was that it was making her pussy drip . There was a constant flow of her juices going down her legs that increased with each heavy slap delivered. Was she actually enjoying the abuse? Was getting literally hit in the face turning her on? Her ruined underwear certainly made it seem so, but it just had to be a natural reaction to the impending sex, right?
She did her best to think of an answer before another slap came to make her doubt about her sexual preferences, “T-thank you.”
Sidra’s expression morphed into a slightly satisfied smirk, “Good bitch.”
‘ Dammit. ’ Why was that demeaning praise making her feel so good?
“Now, I think that was sufficient foreplay. Go down there and start working for real.” That was said with another tug on the leash, reminding Gratia that she also needed to put in the effort and not simply wait to get beaten. She went on to her hands and knees to get In position beneath the massive equine half of master but had to stop in her tracks much sooner than she expected.
‘ This is… Wow… ’ Right in front of her face was a hulking beast of a cock that could only belong to a mighty being like the one above her. Too wide, too long. A quick comparison made its unbelievable size clear; it was as big as Gratia’s whole arm , and much, much thicker than it, with a flat, flared head that must be at least four or five times the size of her clenched fist. And the veins . It was covered in a maze of thumb-thick bulging veins that were necessary to carry all the blood that it required to function properly, thickening with each throb that made its head engorge madly, more than it already was. This thing, this monster , would destroy her poor undersized slit and slam against her vulnerable womb to claim it, ruining her for any other inferior cock that she’d take in the future. Not because of the stretching, no, she had applied a spell for that, but because no one else would be able to compare to Sidra’s glorious, powerful, pussy-splitting cock and the enrapturing pleasure it would bring by ravaging her most delicate and sensitive place.
But it wasn’t just the size, as once again the smell hit her. The mind-numbing musk irradiating from the log in front made her rub her thighs together to try and control the sudden urges she had between them. It reeked of virility, a stench that forced Gratia to wrinkle her nose due to the sheer potency of it. It smelled so good. She had never experienced anything as incredible as this overwhelming scent that made her weak hole down below already submit to its conqueror before she had even destroyed it. Pussies were too weak to resist a cock of such caliber, and females highest achievement in life was to get their slits obliterated by their unquestionable might.
Even without touching it Gratia could feel the heat coming off of it, so hot that the area around it was almost like being close to a fire. And that only meant that it was so much more sweaty than the rest of the body it was attached to. A constant dribble of Sidra’s perspiration fell to the ground on different points of her cock’s absurd length, and Gratia swore she could see a subtle layer of steam rising from it. ‘ It just looks so… Scary… But also so… Delicious… ’
A sharp tug on her neck signaled that she should start working. Carefully, like she was about to handle a precious treasure, Gratia brought her hands upon the monster making her form a puddle around her feet and held it behind the flare, the almost scalding heat making her shiver, then gulped loudly when she realized that even both her hands together would never be able to encircle its staggering width.
It was an intimidating cock, but she had a job to do. Gratia took a tentative lick as a flavor test, but even that proved to be too much for her taste buds. She shuddered as the overpowering flavor flooded her tongue with the smallest sample and her hormones responded appropriately; by making her pussy squirt a short burst of clear liquid along her inner thighs in a declaration of total submission, signifying that her slit would get addicted to it once it had its first taste of cock same as her fleshy appendage just did.
Ignoring that her body had already decided who it’s new owner was, Gratia’s hunger for cock became her first priority and she began trying to devour the exquisite meat that had her hooked effortlessly. She ran her lips and tongue over the mostly flat surface to taste more of its rich flavor and texture that got enhanced by the sweat drops accompanying it. As her face slid over to the meaty mast she only got more and more addicted to it as if she was experiencing the greatest delicacy to ever exist, aware it would be impossible to get tired of indulging in it.
There was simply far too much cock to cover with her small human appendage. She would need minutes to cover the vast expanse of dense muscle in spit that would quickly be replaced by more cock-sweat, just as her face was getting drenched in. The aftertaste was so strong that it felt like she still had her mouth attached to it once she swallowed all the pussy-drenching substances. The combination of horsecock and sweat triggered something deep and primal inside Gratia, something that made her current position feel so right . Like she was kneeling right where she belonged; under the massive form of a superior being while giving her the worship she rightfully deserved. Each wide vein she crossed over only served to remind Gratia how much physical power was needed to keep such a beast standing straight without effort, an easy example of how much strength Sidra had to be able to keep it that way.
“I want all of it clean, slut; start working on my nuts.”
Gratia happily obliged and made her way around Sidra to then kneel behind the heavy boulders between her hind legs. Each of her massive balls was bigger than Gratia’s head, also covered in a shiny layer of perspiration that called for her to start working. She did so gladly, taking a long lick from the bottom of the left nut up to where the smooth skin of the sack ended. There was a subtle difference in the flavor, one that told her of the impossible amount of fertile seed swimming inside those healthy orbs that would guarantee impregnation with the first of many blasts they were capable of producing through multiple ejaculations.
She went about her job proudly, taking her time to lick, kiss and hold them, sighing dreamily when she tested their weight yet had a hard time trying to lift the over-ten-kilos-heavy boulders more than a few centimeters. They were as hot and delicious as the tree trunk on the other side but they also held the promise of a seeding that would make any womb fall in love with them. Gratia buried her face between the two of them, getting a facefull of horseballs then taking a long, sonorous sniff that rotted her brain with their overwhelming male stench. She could spend hours just delighting in its exquisite horse musk.
Another tug told her to stand up, looking in adoration at the majestic being she was serving.
“Only one place left for you to get intimate with,” Sidra lifted her tail to reveal her sweaty and puffy asshole, winking at Gratia as if calling her to get into action.
She already knew what she was going to be dealing with when she read the profile, and anyway it had already become quite common to get an enchantment to get rid of the need for food to go through your intestines, much more so for soldiers that needed to be out in the field for long periods of time so Sidra’s back door must be perfectly clean for this kinds of debauchery.
Gratia approached like she was witnessing a buffet of anything she could eat filled with her favorite foods. Though instead, it was horse asshole. Dark and round like a glazed donut that almost made her stomach grumble. She kissed it right in the middle like one would a long lost lover; with all the passion she could muster and holding it for a moment to take in its warmth. And what a warmth it had. It helped to spread the musk that was the strongest there, a furnace rich in all the best kinds of mouth-watering scents that tugged at her heart. It wasn’t the bad smells one would normally expect from this area but instead pheromones that burned into her senses and told her instincts to indulge in them.
She made out with the asshole of her owner with an aggression like that of a starving woman. After planting big smooches all over it she used her tongue to search between the creases of the tasty rim as she probed for every bit of skin that hid an even deeper flavor of horse anus, causing the dark donut to clench whenever a new patch was uncovered and licked with fervor. Her tongue went as deep as it could, going wild as she found the pink flesh inside to lick with circular movements that elicited groans from the mighty centaur that served as motivation to devour more asshole. Nose and chin too ended up buried in with how hard Gratia was pressing her face in, pushing the ground with her feet and hugging Sidra’s rear with her arms wide open, trying everything and anything to get as much horse asshole as was physically possible, moving her head erratically to drown her whole visage in it.
It was a salty, salty treat, more than the sweaty nuts just below. There was no mistaking that the taste would embed itself in her tongue even after washing her mouth thoroughly, an unavoidable remainder of her dirty acts.
Unfortunately, she had to part with the current target of her devotion when Sidra turned around to smugly look down on her, “Seems like someone has really taken a liking to her place. But enough foreplay, time to crush that slit.” Sidra’s hand went for Gratia’s throat, lifting her up and leaving her crotch at eye level. She wasn’t applying pressure to choke Gratia, just enough strength to keep her in place.
The other hand was about to go between Gratia’s legs, which made her suddenly self-conscious about her current position and quickly embarrassed at being seen after debasing herself for another. Her own hands quickly covered her nethers, which made Sidra huff in annoyance, “Hands off, whore.”
“J-just let me calm down a-“
*SMACK*
Her body couldn’t stumble back to lessen the impact so this time she received the full force of the heavy palm against her cheek. It still didn’t hurt, but it made her feel vulnerable, reminding her that she was just a toy to be humiliated.
*SMACK*
“Hands off , I said.” Sidra’s gaze was intense and piercing; speaking of an even more degrading punishment for disobeying direct orders, even if the current one was just making her drip like last time.
*SMACK*
Getting hit in the face, even with her increasing arousal due to it and feeling no pain, was still something that her body was telling to protect herself from, so her hands instinctively went to cover it from further strikes. The moment she did Sidra pulled aside the tiny piece of wet cloth protecting her soaked sex, two fingers spread it with ease to look at her property, “It’s been some time since I had the opportunity to demolish a cute little thing like this.” She introduced her long fingers down to the knuckle, eliciting meek moans from Gratia who felt how those strong digits casually moved around inside her, pushing apart her sensitive and tight walls like nothing, sending chocks of pleasure to her brain at the first touch she got from her lover.
Sidra’s hand pulled away far too soon, and Gratia was lowered down right after. “Let’s start,” Sidra pressed one of various buttons affixed on the wall, each displaying a drawing to make clear what they would do.
Out of a purple magical puff in the center of the room appeared an elongated piece of wood of that same fine type like the rest of the stable, having an open space in the middle, a belt on top and a few other small ones on the sides. They were clearly arranged for someone to strap themselves on it, leaving them in such a position that their limbs would be fastened below slightly bent and with the middle of their back fastened on above. All the belts were already unbuckled for Gratia to take her position. Any doubts she could have were erased with a quick glance at the equine tool of her destruction; hard and ready to attempt the impossible entrance. She placed her wrists and ankles on their respective places then Sidra strapped them and her torso in place, leaving Gratia’s belly right over the cushioned hole and butt a bit away from the wood and securely trapped, completely immobile and defenseless to what was about to be done to her.
A shadow obscured Gratia’s entire body once Sidra pressed another button to summon a horizontal metal bar from the ceiling that she placed her front legs over, giving her all the leverage she could need to thrust into her whore. Gratia felt a shiver run up her spine once the immensely heavy mass of Sidra’s cock was dropped squarely on her clothed, sweaty back. ‘ This thing alone must weigh like twenty kilos, at least. ’
There was no ceremony, no preamble. Sidra took some steps back to be able to line her cock with the constantly dripping entrance of a woman that had accepted her role as a centaur’s sexual slave far too easily, debasing herself despite being given little to no orders to do so. Once the flat head made contact, Gratia had to remind herself of her enchantments; the absurd slab of meat covered her entire crotch and pressed on a good portion of her butt, making it clear that she was about to be dealing with an anatomically impossible challenge that would have torn her apart where it not safe thanks to the wonders of magic.
And yet, when Sidra started pushing forward, Gratia still worried about her safety. With her whole body firmly held in place she wasn’t shoved away as the pressure increased, her cheeks being squeezed as the flare tried to bully its way inside with no success.
“Tight. Gonna have to put some effort into it,” the sudden increase in the strength applied felt like a tree trunk trying to fit inside Gratia; it would never happen, it was simply not possible. But she couldn’t be moved away from where she was, so there was only one possible conclusion to this predicament.
Gratia felt how her poor hole got flattened and subsequently spread cruelly as that too big flare claimed its property like a conqueror entering their newly obtained territory. Something bigger than a fist was going inside such a sensitive, delicate place as if it was meant to be taken that way, not caring about how each nerve ending of her sex was firing up and sending signals to her brain saying that horsecock, specially one as massive as Sidra’s, was most definitely not meant to invade her small tunnel even if felt so good and so right to be taking it.
Gratia greeted her teeth as more and more of the flat head made its way in. With each second that passed she felt how she would be split in two yet her loosening channel continued to reluctantly accept more and more horsecock. This carnal act wouldn’t normally be possible, which seemed to elevate Gratia to a greater high with how her pussy once again increased the pace at which it added to the puddle forming on the floor. It was so, so amazing to be opened up by an imposing cock like this, and something almost broke inside her brain once the entire flare finally popped in with a wet slurp. Then she came. Hard .
Her widened nethers let out a geyser of suby juices as she squirted for the first time ever. A loud moan escaped her lips throughout the ten seconds or so long orgasm that had her shaking in her clasps, leaving a visible puddle on the floor. She couldn’t help it; the moment it went in was a greater feeling than anything she could have ever imagined, like an invigorating but weakening spark from a stud taking claim to her body and using it for the only thing it was good for; getting bred by a superior being.
But she was given no time to rest. Sidra made her way in like a titan pulling a mountain apart with the barest hint of effort. It was the most difficult yet most gratifying experience there could ever be as her poor walls were unable to stop the unrelenting invasion. Gratia orgasmed throughout the time it took for her hole to be conquered and claimed, squirting jets of suby juice non-stop as she moaned at the top of her lungs, sounding less like a person and more like a whining pig with the sheer whorishness in her voice. It wasn’t just the breath-taking spread that was incredible, the way each thumb-thick vein forced her lips to adapt to their shape brought the stimulation and pleasure to untold heights that went even higher for an instant when the medial ring popped in harshly.
Gratia almost fainted the moment she felt the flare smooch her cervix, Sidra having to press onto it to be able to fit the rest of the length, though that didn’t mean it was over. Her womb got pushed against her abdomen as more cock went in, stretching her previously slim front to accommodate the incessant amount of horsecock that wasn’t showing signs of ending. Fortunately, it did. Heavy balls touched her butt accompanied by a fullness unlike any other. The bulge took the empty area beneath Gratia, leaving enough space so that it didn’t squish her womb on the cushion.
As the orgasms died down and she was allowed a moment to breathe, Sidra spoke, “ fuck , that’s a tight bitch. Ready to get your cunt ruined, mare?”
“W-wait…!” A cock that was bigger than than Gratia’s whole arm got aggressively yanked out almost fully, leaving only the too wide flare inside to suddenly crash the entire length back in as a display of sexual violence that punched the air out of her lungs. As another geyser of bitch-juice exploded out, Sidra retreated then collided on Gratia’s cervix with the kind of strength one applied to hurt someone. Merciless was an understatement to what was happening in the private room. There was a sound akin to a sledgehammer pulverizing a wet stake repeatedly, her undersized slit being ravaged as if the whole point was to be as mean as possible on her smaller, inferior form. There was an audible creek as the wood below also suffered from the pummeling impacts inflicted on its passenger, a worrisome proof that the current womb-beating Gratia was receiving would normally be enough to damage wood if applied directly.
That damned flare threatened to drag her back with it during each pull, only to take another jab at her cervix like it was meant to take such powerful hits without rewiring in her brain what it meant to be taken and abused by a bigger, stronger being. Her pussy didn’t belong to her anymore, now it’s only purpose was to be wet and ready for when it was time to be brutalized again.
It wasn’t two lovers sharing an intimate moment, passionate sex between equals or simple breeding. It was a taming. Gratia was getting tamed like a mare, showed that she should let Sidra hold the reins on her life, that her place was along those muscular hind legs and worshiping the horseballs that would seed her every morning, night and whatever time of the day Sidra felt like making use of her whore. Sidra must have been feeling Gratia’s acceptance of her position since her efforts suddenly redoubled, to a point that the wood began to creak and shake even more each time that horsecock came back to demolish her insides.
Gratia got surprised by her leash being yanked up, forcing the back of her head and upper body to be pressed against Sidra’s horse half. So many sensations happening at the same time yet she also had to deal with her neck getting squeezed like a slut being choked for entertainment. Worst part? It was adding to the unbelievable high that effectively had her on a constant orgasm. Everything new done to her just added to it. The bigger the abuse, the better she felt.
But unfortunately it had to end at some point. Sidra delivered a last thrust that threatened to break the belts that had Gratia secured in place, roaring like a beast once her balls started to tighten up madly. Gratia swore she could hear how that arm-sized cock began to shoot the hottest, thickest and heaviest load of semen that could exist, the first spurt letting out so much that it couldn’t fit in her small womb and so it was pushed out, falling with solid thuds on the floor alongside her own fluids that she continued to squirt during her seeding.
Just by having it inside her deepest and most intimate place in her body, Gratia instinctively understood how dense, virile, and strong Sidra’s semen was, far too thick to be considered just a liquid. Were it not for her enchantments she would absolutely come out of this pregnant. She felt blessed and honored to be allowed to take Sidra’s superior seed, at the very least able to fantasize about carrying her progeny like the greatest accomplishment of her life that it would be. Becoming the most powerful mage was good, yes, but as a new batch of semen replaced the last one every few seconds, the desire to stay right below Sidra for as long as she could endure it became more prevalent.
Maybe magic supremacy could wait…
When Sidra finally withdrew, Gratia didn’t feel the emptiness she expected, her gaped hole instead filled up by a last spurt that left her pussy clogged with semen. Her own liquids stopped too, ending the physical and mental bombardment that had lasted for who knows how long as Gratia had lost the track of time a good while ago.
And there she was, the future strongest wizard: Humiliated, abused, beaten, pussy pounded into paste and womb claimed like a trophy, an easy one at that. She couldn’t lie to herself; she loved what had been done to her, almost disappointed that it had ended as she gasped for breath while drooling with her tongue out, too spend to do more than bask in the afterglow of hard, pussy-ruining sex. She had been completely, thoroughly conquered.
Hooves echoed in the room as Sidra walked around to give Gratia a good look during her disgraced state. She didn’t look the least bit tired, as if she had just taken a relaxing morning stroll, cock still hard as when they started. “Did you have fun, mare? I certainly did.”
Gratia was far too tired to deliver a coherent response, so she simply slurred the only thing on her mind at the moment:
“Horsecock…”
“Good. Let’s jump to the second round.” She had forgotten: It was supposed to be a twelve hour long session, and it had certainly not been more than one.
As Sidra went back to her position for the next eleven or so hours, Gratia wondered if she would be able to leave with an intact, non-horsecock-addicted mind.
‘At least it will be enjoyable.’