Green Bush Erotica Volume 8

Green Bush Erotica Volume 8

by Elliot Silvestri

Collection copyright © 2015 by Elliot Silvestri and Green Bush Publishing

Centaur’s Slave copyright © 2015 by Elliot Silvestri and Green Bush Publishing

Alien Milk Fiend copyright © 2014 by Green Bush Publishing

The Milkmaid of Human Kindness and Completely Willing to Milk copyright © 2014 by Elliot Silvestri and Green Bush Publishing

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The characters and events portrayed in this work are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. Contains adult material that might not be suitable for all audiences. This work is a fantasy; in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices.

All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Table of Contents

Centaur’s Slave

Alien Milk Fiend

Milkmaid of Human Kindness

Completely Willing to Milk

Centaur’s Slave

Chapter One

“She looks beaten down. Are you sure she’ll breed?” The buyer was an oily, overweight man who was despised by everyone in the manor house. However, he was an expert at buying slave flesh and was respected for his abilities.

“She’s the seventh daughter of ten sibs,” the slaver replied. He was a bard man accustomed to hard deeds. His once black hair was fading to gray. “She’ll breed.”

“Captured her in a raid, I suppose,” the buyer sniffed. “Raiding the outlands again?” His disdain for the slaver applied only to his techniques, not his profession.

“Not at all, Dorval,” the slaver replied. “I’ve gone respectable. She’s a fine piece of flesh. I bought her outright from her parents.”

Dorval scratched at his ample belly and arched an eyebrow. “She’s a little old for that, don’t you think? You expect me to believe you?”

The slaver kissed his three right fingers—the pinky having been severed in a sword fight years ago—and raised them to the sky. “My lips to the five gods’ ears. It’s the truth. She’s a miller’s daughter. He couldn’t afford her any longer.”

A loud barking laugh issued from the fat man’s wet lips. “I don’t believe you or your appeals to the gods.” He half turned to one of the slaver’s assistants. “Strip her.”

That was a good sign. The slaver hid his smile under his hand as he rubbed her chin that sprouted a scraggly beard. The buyer wouldn’t want to see the slave’s skin if he wasn’t interested.

The girl—young woman, really—barely reacted when the assistant pulled the loose tunic from her body, exposing her to the men’s eyes. The slaver had seen many and more just like her. His eyes barely slid over the woman’s flesh. The buyer took his time, taking in every inch of her body, not for some lascivious purpose, but because he knew how to do his job.

The girl was tall, not extremely so, but it was notable. She was much more muscular than any city girl. She might very well have been a miller’s daughter and accustomed to hard work; that was good. The duke would appreciate a slave of good constitution. Her hair was blond, typical of those from the northern hinterlands, and her hips were wide—she certainly would breed if the slaver wasn’t lying about her lineage. She was however, filthy, and in desperate need of a bath. It was her breasts that attracted Dorval’s attention. They were young and ripe and topped with slightly up-tipped nipples of a perfect pink shade that complimented her pale skin.

Dorval reached out and grasped one of her tits. Lianna shied away from his hand, but the slaver pulled sharply on the chain attached to the collar around her neck, keeping her in place. She should have been used to such treatment by now, but the roughness still surprised her every time.

“Careful, Hork, don’t damage the goods,” Dorval cautioned. That encouraged the slaver. Dorval wouldn’t care about bruises if he wasn’t interested.

“She’s a little dirty from travel,” Hork said, going into a sales pitch, “but she’ll clean up nicely.”

Dorval massaged the girl’s breast, finding it full and supple, then let go. Lianna let out a breath when he did so. “You should have washed her before showing up on my door,” he complained.

“I didn’t want anyone else to get a look at her by parading her through the city to the baths. Even with the road dust, you can tell she’s a beauty. I only bring my best to you, Dorval, you know that. I’m giving you first crack at her. Maybe I’ll lose a few coppers in the deal, but between friends, what is a few coppers?”

Dorval squinted his eyes at the slaver. “We’re not friends, Hork. You are a slaver, I am a buyer. Let’s leave it at that.” He sniffed again. “You say she’ll breed, you say she’s the seventh daughter of a miller. How do I know you’re telling the truth? Where’s my assurance? How do I know she’s not with child right now? How many times did you rape her on the road?”

“Dorval, you wound me. I would never sully the goods.” He pretended to be offended, but Hork for once in his life was telling the truth. He had protected the blonde slave while he and his crew traveled from the northlands. He had paid a lot of money for her and wasn’t going to risk losing that investment. “There are plenty of whores on the road, you know that. I guarantee that she’ll breed by the end of the year. If she doesn’t, I’ll give you half her price back.”

“We haven’t settled on a price yet.”

“When we do, then.”

“How do I know she’s not already knocked up by the stable boy from her village?”

“You’ve felt her tits. You know her belly’s empty.”

Despite their strained relationship, Dorval was inclined to believe Hork. The man was despicable, but loved money more than a piece of ass. Beautiful women were easier to find than a heavy purse of gold. “Is she a virgin?”

Hork shrugged. “Her father said she was, but what do fathers know, right?” He laughed bitterly. “I didn’t test her. You can right now if you like?”

Dorval shook his head one, his jowls wobbling with the motion. Instead, he grabbed the girl’s chin in his hand and forced her to look him in the eye. “How many of the village boys did you fuck, girlie?”

Her knees went weak. She knew she wasn’t going to be harmed, but she still wasn’t used to this sort of treatment. “None,” she barely manage to whisper.

“It’s true,” she sobbed. “My mother prayed to the mother goddess every day. She made us follow the good mother’s way.”

Hork snorted. Dorval shot him a look to silence the grizzled slaver. “Did the boys in the village make you suck their cocks, hmm? Earn a little extra money to please your mother?”

“No!”

“Liar.” He was tempted to slap her across the face, but didn’t want to damage the goods.

“No!” she insisted again. “My mother, my mother,” Lianna sobbed, “my mother made us follow the good mother’s teachings. I did none of those things.”

“And yet your father sold you as a slave?” Dorval questioned her.

The blonde slave’s eyes went to the dirt on which she stood, her feet filthy with dust. “My mother died in the spring, he needed the money for me.”

“Maybe if you had sucked a few boys’ cocks,” guffawed Hork. He expected Dorval to cut his laughter short, but the fat, bald man did not. Instead, Dorval agreed with the slaver.

“Your owner is right. A slave skilled in the art of pleasuring a man is worth more than an innocent virgin,” he said. Right away Hork knew he had lost a few gold coins by such a stupid joke. “But you’ll do. The duke appreciates beauty. The duke appreciates a woman that can be bred. The duke also appreciates a virgin. Perhaps one of his concubines can teach you the arts of love before you meet the duke.”

“You going to buy her then, Dorval?” Hork wanted to know.

“Like you said,” the more refined man answered. “You knew I was going to. Now we are just haggling over price.”

What followed was a long negotiation over Lianna’s worth and expected return. She knew enough to keep her mouth shut, but she couldn’t believe the amount of money that was being talked about. The final price was more, much more, than Hork had paid for her in the first place. It was more money than Lianna imagined her father’s mill was worth and this stunned her. There was no way in all the years of her miserable existence did she imagine she was worth more than the source of her father’s income. It gave her a certain pride to see Dorval open up the coffer on his desk in the corner of the service cellar where the transaction took place and hand over a small sack of gold coins. All her life Lianna had been told she was worthless and now she saw she had real tangible value. Enough for men to argue over and exchange hard metal.

The moment the sack was in Hork’s hand, he turned and left followed by his retinue, his business done. Dorval barely glanced at her when he handed the slave porter Lianna’s chain and told the porter to take her to the harem to have her cleaned up.

With a quick jerk on her chain Lianna was pulled from the service cellar up into the manor house, leaving behind her dirty tunic. She entered the manor wearing nothing but her chain.

No one noticed her.

Chapter Two

“Another one?” said the woman whom the porter presented Lianna to. “What does Dorval think he’s doing down there, buying every slave that passes by our doors?”

To this question the porter just grunted and attempted to hand Lianna’s chain over to the woman who seemed to be in charge of the harem. From the entrance Lianna could see it was a pretty place, clean and full of light and growing flowers. It was a large and open courtyard with couches scattered about most of which were unoccupied. In the center of the courtyard was a tall stone fountain from which burbled a small jet of water that shot into the air and fell back down to splash happily in the pool around the fountain. Lianna had never seen such a thing and just stared at it, entranced.

The woman with the bright red lips and jet-black hair that fell to her waist looked disdainfully at the chain and refused to take it. “Get a groom or pageboy to unlock her,” she snapped at the stupid porter. “We don’t use chains here, you know that. I’d insist you wash her as well, but what’s the point? You’d do it wrong or damage her.” She sighed. “Call for a cleaning girl as well. Once we get the collar off we’ll have to bathe and dress her as well.”

Lianna wondered what she meant exactly by dressing. The woman wore a tunic so gossamer that Lianna could plainly see her skin. Beyond the tunic the woman wore a silken loincloth that barely covered her nether region. When she turned around Lianna saw that in the back the loincloth was nothing more than a string parting the woman’s buttocks. She marveled at such a useless piece of clothing.

The porter shuffled off and the woman turned her back to Lianna, pretending she wasn’t there. Lianna, not knowing what else to do, stood quietly, meekly, until the porter returned with another man. The moment he walked in the woman in charge sighed deeply and snapped at the porter. “The farrier? She’s not a horse!”

“He can cut the metal collar,” the porter mumbled.

The woman saw the logic in that and watched as the farrier warned Lianna to stand still as he set a short metal blade to the iron bolt holding the collar in place around her neck. When the bolt was cut the porter and farrier removed it from Lianna’s neck. The red-lipped woman clucked her tongue in disapproval. “They left it on too long,” she commented. “Look at the scratches and abrasions. Disgusting.” She shook her head again. “Don’t worry, dear. Once we clean you up we’ll have you fitted it a nice leather collar, none of this damn metal.”

Lianna startled with surprise. She had assumed that since the woman wasn’t wearing a collar or restraints of any sort, then she wouldn’t either. “Why do I have to wear a collar?” she asked. “You aren’t wearing one.”

The woman laughed. “As if I’m a slave. Or worse, a breeding slave like you. Silly girl.” She rang a bell that was sitting on the marble table in front of her. “You’re a slave, not really human, hmm?”

A pair of women dressed similarly to the madam appeared and gently led Lianna away. The slave girl noted that they were wearing leather collars around their necks. She quickly understood that she knew nothing.

When she tried to talk to the slaves they either ignored her or just shook their heads. Since she had nowhere else to go and did not know what to do, Lianna went with them. The journey wasn’t far; she was brought to a large room, tiled in marble, that was filled with steam rising from a large tub of hot water. The slaves, both with long straight black hair and red lips like the madam, removed their translucent tunics and brought Lianna into the water where they proceeded to bath and scrub the dirt and filth from her skin.

Getting bathed wasn’t so bad. The slaves assumed either because she was new or because she was from the north, that she wasn’t smart enough to bathe herself. The soap filled the air was a pleasant scent and the hot water soothed her skin and muscles. It was perfectly relaxing until one of the slaves told her, “It’s a shame you’re so beautiful. The duke treats beauty so harshly here.”

“What?” asked a startled Lianna.

“He’s going to breed you. You won’t like that.”

“Isn’t carrying the duke’s child a privilege?” asked Lianna. Was everything she had been taught about the city and the duke wrong.

Both slaves laughed at her. “You won’t be carrying the duke’s child.”

Before she could ask what they mean by that, she was led away by another slave, this one with brown hair hanging in braids to her waist and tiny breasts.

“Where am I going?”

“To the salon,” the slave replied.

Lianna wasn’t sure what was meant by that. It was just another room with another slave. In this room her hair was cut and braided. That wasn’t so bad except she was forced to sit on a wooden stool why her hair was combed, pulled, braided and abused. When she was made to stand the slave working on her hair knelt down to look at her cunt that was lightly covered with golden hair.

“I should remove your cunt curls,” the slave said. “But the duke likes exotics.”

Her skin was rubbed with lotion and she was sent on her way to the dressing rooms where Lianna was sure she would finally be given one of the diaphanous tunics to wear, much to her relief.

She was disappointed when the slave in the dressing room first fitted a white leather collar around her neck and secured it with a pin that became impossible to remove after it was put in place. The slave was careful about the fit, but Lianna still chafed at having to wear a collar. The slave then placed leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles, all in white to match her collar, each with the non-removable pin and a thick black ring stitched into the leather. She didn’t have to ask what the rings were for. She wasn’t a fool.

“Where’s my tunic,” Lianna demanded when she was about to be led away again.

The dressing slave shook her head sadly at the foolish girl. “Exotics don’t need clothing.”

It had been a long, grueling day and being denied clothing only made her angry, but there was little she could do. Lianna was led away again to one last room that was well-lit with sunlight streaming through a window, but stifling hot from a small fire in the corner.

“Beautification is my art,” said the effeminate man waiting for her. She had known only a few men like him back in her village and had been told there were many more like him in the city. He wasn’t a slave like the women and he wasn’t a porter or groom like the other men she had seen in the harem. He was…different.

Lianna lifted her chin when she was left to confront him but said nothing.

“Defiant, I like that,” he commented. “You’re lucky you’re an exotic, there is little I need to do to improve you. But the duke expects certain things of his slaves.” He gestured for the groom to put her in the chair next to his work table. “Lift and hold her face,” he instructed the groom.

The burly man did as he was told. Lianna struggled for half a moment, but then gave in because she knew struggle was pointless.

“This will only hurt a moment,” the beautician told her. When he moved in close to her face with the sharp needle Lianna tried to struggle again, but to no avail. There was a sharp pain on the side of her nose, a definite small pop sound reached her ears, and then there was a heaviness on her nose which was now throbbing with pain.

“Lovely,” her tormentor breathed and presented a silver mirror to her face. Lianna peered at herself and was happy to see that the dirt was washed away and her hair was in place, but the shock of seeing a golden ring running through her left nostril was almost too much. Tears welled up in her eyes and she reached for the ring to pull it away. The beautician caught her hand before she could touch it.

“Don’t touch it,” he warned her. “You don’t want to make it sore or get infected.”

“You can’t do this to me,” she cried out upset that her body and been marred. “I’m not an animal.”

The beautician snorted. “You’re not an animal. You’re a slave. You’ll do what the duke desires.”

“Can I go?” she asked like a petulant child though she didn’t know where she would go.

“Not yet.” He looked to the groom. “Turn her over and hold her down.”

The words were enough to panic Lianna she almost jumped out of the chair but the groom caught her, grabbed her arms, and pinned her down to the table where the beautician kept his tools. Apparently this was good enough for his purposes.

“Hold still,” he said calmly. “It’s less painful that was. If I do it wrong because you have no self-control, we’ll just have to repeat the process until it is satisfactory.”

Lianna started hyperventilating, not knowing what was in store. It would have been better she didn’t find out until it was over, but the groom had pinned her head in such a way that she was looking at the fire when the beautician extracted a long iron from the heat. At once she recognized the utensil and let the tears pour from her eyes. “No,” she begged.

Her plea was ignored. The groom and beautician had been through this process before, they were accustomed to all sorts of begging and pleas. The groom liked this part of his job; he liked to see women suffer. The beautician just liked to see the changes he could bring about in the human body. He was eager to see what the red hot branding iron would do to the girl’s fine flesh.

Lianna screamed when the iron was pressed to her flesh. The beautician had exactly centered it on her right buttock, in the soft, fleshy part of the top curve. The pain seared up and down Lianna’s body but she had enough presence of mind to hold stock still. She had seen enough animals branded to know the greater the struggle the greater the damage. The smell of burning flesh reached her nose and she started gagging. The soft sizzle of her burning skin swiftly faded and then the iron was pulled away.

“Beautiful,” the beautician sighed as he admired his handiwork.

Lianna looked over her shoulder to see how her body was damaged. Bright red lines were left behind by the branding iron. Her skin had immediately pinked in response to the heat. She couldn’t make out the design that had been seared into her skin.

“Now you know the duke owns you,” the beautician said. “His seal is on your body. You have no place else to go.”

Lianna dissolved into tears.

Chapter Three

The night was horrible. Her ass burned like it was on fire. Her nose was sore from the ring. She was alone in a tiny room that had a comfortable mattress and little else. Worse, she was locked in the room, it was for all intents and purposes, a prison cell. She was caged like an animal.

When she was released by the nameless groom, she was brought back to the beautician who evaluated his handiwork, declared it was fine, and sent her on her way. Instead of being brought back to her cell she was brought to the bathing room. Like so many other events in the duke’s manor house, this surprised her.

“Why am I being bathed again?” she asked of the slaves who stood in the water waiting for her.

“The duke likes his slaves clean,” one of them explained.

“I had a bath yesterday.” Even in the best of times Lianna never had a bath more than once a week.

The slave girls giggled at that. “All harem slaves bathe every day.”

To Lianna, that seemed wasteful, but there was no point in arguing. “How do I remove these?” she asked gesturing to her wrist cuffs and neck collar.

“You don’t,” the talkative slave said. “They never come off.”

“They’ll be ruined by the water. Not right away, but soon enough.” Lianna knew that much.

The slave shook her head. “No. Slave leather lasts forever, well, maybe not forever, but a little bit of water won’t hurt it. Come in and join us.” The pair of naked slaves looked almost like twins with the long black hair and matching features. It was possible they were from the same family, maybe their family had to sell them into slavery too.

Lianna went in the water. They cleaned her once more, mostly unnecessarily, and even went so far as to put a healing salve on her branded rump.

“So tender,” one of the slaves breathed. She then turned around and displayed her own ass. Her brand was a perfect match to Lianna’s. “The pain goes away after a few days.” She smiled. “But afterwards you know that you are owned by the duke and you are safe.”

She should have noticed the brands on the slaves earlier. She didn’t; she was too wrapped up in her own misery, but they were all in the same situation.

“Safe?” she questioned the slave.

The young woman nodded eagerly. “Safe. In my life before I was a slave, my family…” she trailed off, her eyes went unfocused. “We often didn’t have much or anything to eat. Life was hard. Sometimes we were beaten.” It sounded a lot like Lianna’s life. “But as a slave, I get to eat, I’m never beaten, and most of my time I spend with friends.”

“Your friends are other slaves?”

“Of course other slaves.”

“But what do you have to do as a slave?” Lianna asked but realized she really didn’t want to know. “Parade around naked and bathe other slaves? What a stupid waste of a life.”

“Of course not,” she snapped at Lianna. “My primary role is to service the duke or his men, as he requests.”

“Service?”

“Fuck.”

“I see.” Lianna already knew the answer. She just had to hear it.

“But don’t worry about that,” the slave said to her. “You won’t have to service the duke at all. Well, maybe once.”

“Huh? Why is that?”

The slave licked her lips and looked at her peer who was staring at her in shock, as if she were giving away important secrets. “You’re an exotic. The duke likes exotics, but just once. And then you’ll be bred.”

“I’ll have to bear the duke’s child,” Lianna filled in, but the slave slowly shook her head. “Or the child of one of his henchmen, or forced to marry one of them?” she asked as the slave continued to shake her head. It was the marriage line that made the slave burst out into laughter.

“Marry. Of course not. You are a slave. We all are. The duke is unmarried, but when he takes a wife she will be from a noble family. He had children, of course, a few lucky girls have born him offspring, bastards who will serve his needs until he takes a wife, but they aren’t even concubines, just slaves who had his child.”

“Then what am I,” demanded Lianna.

“You are to be bred,” the slave repeated. “The duke likes exotics. Not just exotic women, but exotic races as well. This harem is but a part of his holdings. He owns all sorts of races and creatures. He likes to see what creatures are created when he breeds his exotics to his zoo.”

Chapter Four

The feast had been going on for a few hours. Most of the food had been cleared but plenty of beer steins and wine glasses covered the tables. That isn’t to say the guests were all drunk, but they were pleasantly primed for the next series of entertainments now that the jesters had told their jokes and the minstrels and sung their songs.

The Duke of Nuekome had a taste for the odd, strange, and bizarre. Rumor had it that extended to his bedroom as well. Like any nobleman from a good line he liked novel diversions for his guests. While a sex show still wasn’t considered refined, the duke had made them an acceptable theater to attend when it was couched as a study of base human behavior.

It had also become commonplace for members of the audience to join certain parts of the show. That was the part the duke liked the best.

The first part of the evening’s show was coming to a close. A satyr’s arms and goat-like legs had been bound to a wooden rack. It was common for satyrs to go without wearing clothing, so the real trick was getting the slave girls to tease out his impressive cock and bring it to a full erection. Even for a satyr his cock was impressive, the length and width of most men’s forearms. A glass timer filled with sand had been placed on the duke’s table and a challenge was issued. If the two slave girls could make the satyr cum before the timer ran out, they would be given a reward. If he managed to control himself, they would be punished and the reward would go to the satyr.

The two girls had worked their hardest on the satyr’s cock, a thick, pink organ erupting out of his hairy goat legs, sucking his length, fondling his balls. The slaves quickly learned that getting a satyr hard was an easy task, getting him to cum was another matter entirely. One of the slaves managed to take his entire cock down into her throat—no mean feat—but even that was not enough to get the satyr to spurt. Eventually the two resorted to one inserting his cock into her cunt while the other knelt beneath the pair and sucked on his balls. The satyr slammed his head back and forth on the restraining board, the horns that sprouted from his forehead digging gouges into the hewn wood.

The slave being fucked was the once who sensed victory first. She yelped with delight and jumped off the massive cock that she had been riding. Her compatriot continued to suck the satyr’s balls while the first harlot stroked and licked his cock. A moment later the satyr bleated out his climax, unable to resist the charms of the slaves any further. Thick, heavy white ropes of the satyr’s cum erupted from his cock, landing on the slaves’ skin, hair, and falling to the stone floor. A cry of exhilaration and a matching one of disappointment burst from the crowd’s lips as side bets were either won or lost.

The slaves were given a basket of fruit as they left the feast hall. The satyr was whipped ten times with a cat o’ nine tails before he was released to crawl back to his cell. This delighted the crowd more than the slaves’ victory.

The herald trumpeted the crowd to near-silence and made the announcement for the next part of the show. “For those of a refined passion, the Duke of Nuekome has for you, gentleladies and gentlemen, the deflowering of an exotic virgin by a beast of turgid and rabid desire, the Centaur of Lyisteir!” The audience howled its approval, even if they didn’t know exactly what they were getting.

Lianna had been well-prepared by her fellow slaves as the evening’s entertainment. The bathing was expected, as was the application of oils and lotions to her body along with makeup and an elaborate hair style. It was when she was readied that she was given a plant’s leaf, rolled up into a simple straw.

“Put this in your mouth between your teeth and cheek,” little Kyleth told her. “It will make you salivate. Swallow the juice.”

“Why?” Lianna asked as she accepted the rolled leaf.

Kyleth actually blushed. She was a sex slave and she could still blush. “The conque leaf incites lust,” she whispered. “It will make your first time that much easier.” Almost like a ghost her hand passed over Lianna’s yellow furred pussy indicating exactly what the conque leaf would do.

She did as she was told and was shocked by the result. Immediately her face flushed and she could feel a little rush of energy to her entire body. That she almost expected since she had seen other slaves in the harem crew conque leaf and be energized by it. What truly surprised her was the sudden heating of her loins. She could feel her pussy get hot and wet. Even though she was a virgin, she knew exactly what that meant. If nothing else, she was an accomplished liar. While she was a virgin, as she had told Dorval the slave buyer, she wasn’t a complete innocent. She had sucked the cocks of many of the boys in her village, just like so many of the other girls. She didn’t suck cock just to please them, but because her mother had insisted. What was kept secret from the men was that worshipping the Mother Goddess wasn’t a vow of chastity until she was given to a man, but a vow of sexual gratification, saving her cunt for the right man.

The rush of lust to her cunt quickly spread to the rest of her body. She felt her breasts swell and her mouth salivate. She knew the sensation. Lust wasn’t something to be ashamed of; it was something to give in to. At that moment Lianna wanted to give in to it more than anything else in the world.

“Quickly,” Kyleth urged her and Lianna saw two of the slave porters flanking her. The conque leaf had distracted her. When they attached a chain to her collar and wrist cuffs, she didn’t mind.

The two porters led her into the main banquet hall and Lianna got another rush of energy. She was enjoying her time in front of the crowd, her nudity on display. The rake of eyes over her skin delighted her and she smiled at everyone, but quickly realized they all weren’t paying attention to her.

The debauchery of the audience astonished her. She saw one woman bobbing her head up and down on a man’s exposed and hard cock while his eyes followed Lianna. Another man was twisting and pinching a slave’s nipples making her whine in pain though her eyes were glazed with longing. Another of the duke’s guests had his hand down his pants obviously manipulating his manhood, but pretended no one could see what he was doing. Two women—one a guest and one a slave, Lianna realized—were kissing and caressing each other as a group of guests looked on. The scene varied between erotic and debauched that shocked Lianna.

As she was paraded through the hall hands reached out for Lianna. Some missed, many fingers trailed along her naked flesh, a few even managed a lascivious squeeze…and she found she didn’t mind the attention at all.

Eventually she was brought up to the front of the hall, but not onto the dais where the duke sat with his retinue. No, she was brought to the side on a small raised stage where an unusually shaped device was placed. Lianna didn’t resist as she was strapped down to the device. She actually welcomed this action because the porters’ hands were on her body and she enjoyed that. The thing they strapped her into was really nothing more than an elaborate mounting block. She was made to lay face down on it. Her knees fit into little cups and the sway of the block’s design had her inclined at forty five degrees with her naked ass thrust outward. There were placed for her arms and elbows to go along with a little rack for her head. It was easy to restrain the novice slave because of her wrist and ankle cuffs, but those alone weren’t enough to hold her completely still. Once her cuffs were locked in and a tight chain was hooked to her collar, additional leather straps went around her upper arms and thighs. An especially wide and heavy leather belt went around her waist and was cinched tightly. After all this was done she was effectively immobile and Lianna found she enjoyed the sensation.

Her knees were spread wide and the mounting block forced her hips at such an angle that her cunt was exposed for all to see. That thrilled her. She wanted to be on display; she wanted to be the center of attention. But what she wanted more was to be fucked. Luckily she wouldn’t have to wait long for that.

“Now that our slave of honor is ready,” the herald began, “and you can see that she is ready,” he leered as he ran his hand down her back to her upturned rump and finally to her open cunt. Lianna shivered but didn’t complain when the herald dipped his fingers into her sex, found her drooling moistness, and then displayed her sex juices for the audience to cry out in approval. “This is her first time with man or beast,” the herald crowed. “I’m sure you’ll make her feel welcome because she is about to welcome a rapacious beast.” The crowd laughed.

“Few slaves get the enjoyment of this beast’s cock and few get to enjoy it as it breaks their maidenhead. Our little virgin slave doesn’t know how lucky she is.” The crowd laughed and crowed once more.

Lianna almost protested that she wasn’t a true virgin, but decided that was information best left hidden. She just wished that the herald would get on with it because as every moment passed she desired this much-lauded cock for herself.

“Presenting, for your most lascivious and lustful enjoyment, Centaur of Lyisteir!” the herald howled. The crowd roared and fists banged on the tables as the double doors at the end of the hall were thrown open and the centaur was led inside.

Lianna turned her head in anticipation and was…disappointed.

Not being a fool, Liana knew what a centaur was even though she had never seen one. She had been expecting a monstrous horse-man standing ten feet tall and barely under control of its handlers. What was brought inside was little more than a man of average height that had horse legs instead of human. After a second she saw the creature was a true centaur having four horse legs and two human arms, his human torso rising up out of the body of a horse. He wasn’t magnificent; he was average, even if the grooms that led him were actually straining on the leather leashes holding the beast in check. Since the centaur lacked a horse’s neck and head, traditional reins and tack were useless. Instead the clever grooms had devised a suit of leather straps that went around the beast’s horse body and human chest, wrapping around the strong muscles and limbs, culminating in a metal collar around his neck. Long hair streamed down from his head, extending midway along his back, much like an equestrian mane. His face was undeniably human and he sported a short beard. Even though he stood no taller than an average man, he was still stunning in his own way, even if his muscular arms were twisted behind his back where they were held by strong metal cuffs.

The crowd cheered and the grooms dragged the centaur up the main aisle, though in truth the beast went willingly once it caught sight and scent of Lianna’s cunt.

“Stay back, gentlefolk,” the herald cried when some of the lustier women reached out to stroke the centaur’s flanks. “He is a dangerous monster. Only a virgin can slake his lust.”

Lianna started shaking when the centaur was brought up to the stage, though she was unsure if that was a reaction of fear or lust. He was much bigger than her, of course and while she wanted to feel his body against hers, she didn’t know what would happen when she did.

As the centaur was position over and behind her, Lianna wondered if she should cry out her worries of if she would be gagged for such a breach of expected conduct. The herald spoke out as the grooms helped position the monster. “Our good duke sees this as one of the many charitable services he offers the centaur herd of Lyisteir. He doesn’t want their numbers to dwindle and it is so hard to find good exotics to breed with them, this is an opportunity few women are offered.” The crowd laughed at Lianna’s plight. “Believe it or not, gentlefolk, once a woman has a taste of centaur cock, she will reject a true human cock for the rest of her life!”

The crowd howled with laughter. Whether this was true or not Lianna had no clue, but the centaur was now in position, his four legs surrounded her on all corners and she could feel the heat of his body—and his cock—as he sought purchase on the mounting block to take her and slake his lust. This close she could smell his musky scent and, oddly, that calmed her. Knowing everything was inevitable at this point, she tilted her hips a bit and waited for him.

The grooms released the centaur’s arms, allowing him to grab heavy iron rings bolted to the wall above Lianna’s head. It would have been delightful for him to grab her body, but her position was wrong for this. Restrained as they were it was impossible for human slave or centaur to touch the other—except with their sex organs.

The proper positioning seemed to take forever. The centaur’s hooves kept scrabbling on the straw covered stone floor. Lianna kept bringing up her hips, waiting to be penetrated, but was barely able to do so against her restraints. Finally she felt his hard cock pressing against her buttock where the duke’s seal had been branded. One of the grooms spoke up. “Down. Left.”

The centaur followed orders and without further warning Lianna felt her cunt lips parted by the hard cock. She gasped in fear—and then amazement. The beast pushed forward into her and she was able to accept every bit of his length. It stretched her cunt widening her more than she would have thought possible. And it didn’t hurt. It was pure ecstasy.

Lianna started panting. The crowd gasped as the horse-cock pushed all the way inside the slave’s cunt. The gasp changed to cries of approval. The centaur grunted in satisfaction as he realized the slave’s cunt was able to handle his huge member. An animalistic grin spread across his face and he started pumping his hindquarters to the cheers of the audience.

If she had been able to form words Lianna would have cried out to him with encouragement as well. She was born for this sort of task and she was performing admirably. The grunts and moans that escaped her lips surprised her, but they also served to encourage the centaur on. Her cunt was stretched as far open as humanly possible and the centaur was using every bit of that. Lianna’s mind was reeling and only in a brief lull of lusty haze did she realize she had been deflowered and was now enjoying every bit of being a centaur’s mate. What that made her exactly she didn’t know, but that was a concern for another time.

It felt so good to have her cunt opened, her body used, that Lianna pulled against her restraints and howled out her pleasure. If it had been just her and the centaur alone in the forest, fucking among the trees, she would not have given a single thought to the noise she made. But the moment the animal howl left her lips Lianna was mortified at what she had done. She sounded more like a beast than a human being. The crowd noted her noises but thought very little of it. After all, she was a slave being used by a monster; of course such a slave would howl out like and animal when it was fucked.

Before her mortification could overwhelm her the centaur bucked strongly once, then twice. An enormous flood of liquid filled Lianna’s cunt and gushed out of her every time the creature plunged his cock back into her body. The cum that coated her insides leaked out and smeared over her labia, ass, and thighs. As his climax became apparent to the crowd, applause broke out and Lianna felt a wave of relief wash across her body.

She had performed better than anyone had expected.

The centaur’s giant cock flopped out of her, painting a trail of sex leavings over her skin. The monster was led away as the porters slowly detached her restraints and helped her down from the mounting block.

When Lianna was told to stand up, she discovered her legs were wobbly and she was forced to lean against one of the porters. A gush of the centaur’s cum leaked from her cunt and ran down the insides of her legs. She smiled; it was a good feeling.

“Too bad she fucked a horse,” one of the porters grunted as she was half-dragged back to the harem. “She’s not ugly. I’d have fucked her. Not now. Who wants a cunt used by a horse?”

“You’d have fucked the goat, Norg,” the other porter laughed.

Lianna’s smile disappeared.

Chapter Five

When she was placed back in her cell, Lianna collapsed to the bed and was asleep within moments. It seemed like just a minute had passed, but it was well into mid-morning, when she was awoken by the cell door being opened.

“Sore?” the harem madam asked her. Lianna had learned her name was Estrenne and was in charge of the entire harem, even though she was also a slave.

Lianna sat up. “A little.” She grimaced as she stood. “It’s not as bad as I thought it would be.”

Estrenne said, “You impressed the duke last night with your show. The audience was most receptive to watching you get fucked by Proval.”

“Proval? Is that the name of the centaur?”

The madam nodded. “Even I was impressed. Few women can take a horse cock like that so easily.”

Her sideways comment caught Lianna off-guard. “Thank you.” She blinked. “I think.”

“You’d better get used to it,” Estrenne told her, “because you’re going to be putting on that show for the next few weeks.”

Lianna managed to prevent herself from gasping. Her stomach roiled and she was unsure if she was excited at the prospect of getting fucked by Proval again, or if she was afraid of it. “If that’s what the duke wants.”

Estrenne nodded. “Get to the baths. The last thing the duke wants is a dirty slave.”

It wasn’t that night but the next that Lianna was led back to the banquet hall. Another feast was underway with most of the same celebrants in attendance. Lianna paraded through the hall with a confidence that grew with every cheer and shout of approval. She didn’t mind being naked in front of crowd of nobles and knights because half of them were partially undressed and engaging in acts of depravity. Fucking a centaur in front of them to amuse the crowd was barely a performance worth noting.

Lianna was looking forward to it anyway.

She was confused when the porter led her up to the stage by the chain around her neck and found that that mounting block was missing. The porter said nothing and just pulled her to the back edge of the stage. The only thing for Lianna to do was stand there and wait while the crowd anticipated what was about to happen.

Proval was marched into the hall, once again from the main doors, both thrown open dramatically to announce his arrival. His hands were bound behind his back, but his head was held high with pride. The audience buzzed with anticipation at a repeat of the previous show. When the centaur was brought up to the stage, Lianna started forward, but her porter jerked her back. It wasn’t time yet.

Grooms set on Proval. It was hard to restrain a centaur, but the creature went along with what was being done to him. He already wore a vest of leather straps so it was fairly easy to attach chains to that to hold him, but the difficult part was wrapping metal cuffs around his horse legs, right above the foot. Proval didn’t want that at all so he resisted, which was also a good show for the crowd, but eventually his legs were all shackled and chains were attached to them.

Winches were used to pull his legs to the four corners of the stage as the chains were tightened. His legs splayed, but he managed to stay upright. When the beast stumbled Lianna started forward again, concerned he might be injured, but once more her porter held her back.

“Our good duke only finds us the best exotics,” the herald shouted to the audience. “We already know that her cunt can take a centaur’s cock without difficulty—wouldn’t her mother be proud,” he added as an aside and the crowd laughed. Lianna’s face turned crimson with embarrassment and she felt shame for her mother would not want her to be doing this, even though she was happy in her current role. “Tonight we’ll see how well the duke’s slave sucks the cock of a horse!”

The crowd roared its anticipation and Lianna automatically started forward before she realized what was now expected of her.

And she was startled when she fathomed she was eager to try what the duke had demanded through his herald.

Lianna went to the centaur, rested her hand on his withers and ran it down his back. The entire audience was watching as she went down to her knees and crawled under the centaur. As she looked up she found she recognized the equipment, it was larger than any boys’ cock she had ever sucked and the positioning was different, but everything else was the same. Her hands ran over his lightly furred belly and encircled the large shaft. She allowed one hand to slip back and cup his balls which hung large and heavy but were covered by a fine, velvet fur.

Lifting up her chin and tilting her head back, Lianna stuck out her tongue and licked the head of the centaur’s massive cock. It left a salty taste in her mouth which made her smack her lips as she sampled the unusual flavor. Proval’s strong musk and scent filled her nostrils. Her pussy was already wet from chewing the conque leaf but now she felt the tremor of lust down in her loins.

It was good Proval’s cock was so large and long; it made it easier for her to let it slip between her lips and fill her mouth. She relaxed her throat and pressed forward, taking as much of the long cock into her body as possible. Lianna knew that her throat wasn’t a perfect substitute for her cunt, but she was happy to make the attempt.

The big beast snorted and shook as Lianna started moving her head back and forth the best she could while working underneath her inhuman lover. Her lips were stretched wide, her mouth barely able to accommodate his huge girth, but it was enough, just enough. The cock went deep into her throat. She nearly gagged, but had ...