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It had been sudden and fast. warriors bringing terror to her small village with early the dawn light. She had fled from her burning hut in only her undergarments, running along smoke wreathed streets. Disoriented by the noise and darkness, she had stumbled and fallen, coating her arms and face in the thick ooze of the churned mud underhoof. She had cried out and tried to rise but something had grabbed her mane and forced her back to the ground. Fearfully she had looked up into the hard, dark eyes of Human male. His yellowed and broken teeth showed through the greasy bead that sprouted from his haggard leering face. He struck her across her face, knocking her senseless. She was Bound, hand and hoof, and dragged to the fields outside the village where she was dropped amongst others of her herd who had been similarly trussed. She had lain on the grass shivering as the night's dew had soaked her through. The Sun had risen slowly higher over the distant hills as a continuous trickle of her kin had been dragged out and dumped. Mares and foals lay huddled together in shocked silence, staring at the hulking figures around them in fear.

Leaving the burning wreckage of their home behind them, they had been forced to march through fields and forests, over hills and rivers, for what felt like weeks, until the land they walked across was no longer recognisable. Chamuka had never been so far south before in her life, strange trees and plants grew from the soil and the weather became slowly warmer the further they traveled. They had skirted the few settlements they saw during the day and rested only at night when the stars shine brightest, huddled together shivering in the darkness. She had no idea where her mate was, he hadn't been brought out of the village with the others. None of the stallions had been brought out of the village and their absence was an ominous sign. She had cried to herself at the loss and the unknown that lay before them.

At the edge of a great body of water that stretched as far as the eye could see was where they were finally halted. She had never seen such a vastness of water before, the lakes and rivers of her homeland tiny in comparison. Huge boats, larger than anything she had seen before, slid gracefully through the waves, pushed along by great billowing sheets of cloth that hung from wooden poles which seemed to have imapled them. While others scuttled across the surface, in defiance of the wind, propelled by hundreds of oars all moving in unison. She marveled at the furious activity, forgetting for a moment why she came to be here. The settlement they had been brought to hugged the edge of the water. It was huge and seemingly endless, with many of the buildings made of stone piled onto top of each other. She marveled at how they didn't fall down on them as they passed, or how they had collected so much of it in one place. She had seen other groups being led in the same fashion as her people, all showing the ancestry of many different species. Bovine, Feline, Canine and numerous others were all shoved and goaded along the stinking streets by hard looking men and women into large cages.

It was here that her captors had sloshed them with freezing salty water and rubbed them down to remove most of the filth that had accumulated on their march south. It wasn't long before they paraded around a circular pen nearby, lined with Men and Women all shouting and gesturing to each other. She had seen her captors having a heated discussion with a band of colorfully robed men who then inspected them at all great length. Checking size and weight, the condition of their teeth and coats. They had run their rough hands across her shoulders and down her back to feel her rump and lift her tail. She had shed tears of embarrassment as they handled her intimate areas and felt shamed by their stares. Coins had eventually changed hands and a number of them had been bridled and pulled away from the others. This was to be the first time of many that she was bought and sold, and she still chafed at the humiliation of it. They were loaded into a particularly foul smelling ship, and carried across the waves, ever further from their homeland. The journey was long and she was beset, like all her people, with unending sickness and nausea.

***

Chamuka awoke with a start, her chest heaving, drawing in the chilly night air into her lungs. She dragged herself up into a sitting position, her hooves catching in the tangled of sheets that slipped from her mattress. She dragged a thick woolen blanket around her from where it had fallen to the floor and stared into the gloom. Slowly her breathing steadied and her thumping heart stilled, she began to remember where she was. The sounds and smells of the old building still seemed alien to her at times. She breathed deeply and slowly eased herself back down to rest her head on the bolster that served as a pillow and rolled onto her side, drawing her knees to her chest. She lay trying to sleep as the memories of her past life and the last few years tumbled through her mind but she knew it was futile. The memories repeated over and over as they always did when she felt alone and vulnerable.

Rising from the bed she moved about her little room lighting candles and rekindling the smoldering coals into a more cheery blaze to banish the chill from the air. Even though spring had arrived, the weather had yet to fully turn and she was glad for the comfort and warmth the hearth brought. Chamuka stood in front of the old mirror she had acquired from Mavis, the soft candlelight illuminating her as she watched her reflection. She dropped the light shift she wore to the floor and stood naked examining her body, cupping the little breasts that stood proud and firm from her frame. She was pleased to see she had finally regained the weight and lean muscle she had lost during her ordeal. Her hooves, having recently been reshod by the farrier that often visited the Manor, were neat and clipped, They clinked lightly on the tile flooring as she moved around..

She ran a comb through her dense jet black mane and began to braid it into two, long thick plaits that she secured with bright yellow ribbons. She did the same to her tail, weaving the unruly tangle into a neat and simple design that fell to her calves, tying it with more of her ribbon. She grabbed the stiff brush on the chest of drawers, and began to rub herself down vigorously, working the bristles down and across her coat to bring out its shine. The warmth that spread through her as she worked began to reach down into her abdomen and she felt the all too familiar feeling of her loins moistening at the increased blood flow. She would be coming into heat soon, she mused absent mindedly and would need to find a mate before the season ended. The sudden thought caught her off guard and she frowned. When was the last time she had even felt the urge to take a mate? She cast her mind back, it was long before she arrived here and even before she was taken. Trying to banish the thoughts from her mind she crossed to her small closet and decided on a long soft blue pale dress for the day. It sat snugly against her body and showed off her figure to the fullest. She spent a moment admiring her appearance in the mirror and did a little twirl, letting the dress flow and settle. Satisfied, she tidied things away quickly and left her room heading towards the main house.

***

She had been passed from trader to trader, Each new town brought a new handler or master, some had been kinder than others. But for the most part she had been treated as a possession, touted and paraded in front of countless crowds. Her last master had tried selling her to a hovel of a whorehouse after her sullen attitude had dissuaded other buyers. The Mistress had terrified her and the poor broken girls within had given her a nightmare vision of her future. The haggling had gone on for hours and a deal almost struck, when she had taken the opportunity to flee. Distracted by their haggling, she had thrown herself out of the nearest window and into the filthy street, scattering the grime smeared glass across the street outside. She had taken off running, the heavy collar around her neck and cuffs chaining her wrists and ankles together impeded her flight and marked her as a runaway. She didn't care, anything was better than staying there with that woman and whatever succession of depraved men would undoubtedly do to her and her body. Hot tears streamed down her face as she ran. With no plan and no idea where she was going, she rushed headlong through the people and animals thronging the street and trying not to think about the commotion she left in her wake. She could hear the shouts and cries, being raised as she passed, echoing along the high walls of the buildings around her.

She broke out into a wider avenue and was momentarily disoriented not knowing which way to go. Panic began to overtake her and she turned, running straight into a large man knocking them both to the ground. She struggled to rise but found her chains entangled in his cloak. She beat at him trying to roll away but he held her tightly trying to hold her still.

“Woah woah woah, calm down, it's ok i'm not going to hurt you love" He spoke through her punches, holding her tightly as the panic stricken thrashings gave way to defeat.

He picked them both up and looked at her, “There that's better, let me look at you. Are you hurt?" He held her at arm's length, his eyes roaming across her from head to foot.

Even though she was disheveled and dirty, her mane and tail formed into thick tangled knots, she stood tall and met his gaze. After a little while he seemed to notice the slave collar for the first time.

“Ahhh I see" he nodded and looked around. “Who were they trying to sell you off to?

She stood still, beginning to shake slightly as the adrenaline left her system, her eyes pricking painfully with tears.

“Some godforsaken cat house I don't doubt" He took off his cloak and wrapped it around her, “Don't worry love, we'll sort this out.." HIs accent was the thick and heavy drawl of the eastern men.

He had stood with her until her master and his men had arrived, red faced and flushed, gesturing angrily, screaming at what punishments awaited her. She had cringed and huddled behind her protector who had calmly taken them all to one side and spoken at length. After much discussion, hands were shaken and coins had disappeared into pockets.

“You're coming with me" the big man had said, “You don't have to worry about them anymore." gently taking her arm and steering her towards a small stable nestled into a corner on the broad avenue, where he had helped her into a small carriage.

“Come on Ivan, my boy, let's get this heap moving and get home", he called to a young man who had been lounging on a bench nearby. “Now then, my apologies, I didn't introduce myself earlier. My Name is Dmitri Novaci '' He reached forward and undid the cuffs on her wrists. “And what's your name?" He smiled at her.

***

Chamuka strolled along the path and into the kitchens of the big house. Her hooves clopping on the flooring and alerting Celia to her presence, who looked up from her baking and waved cheerfully.

“Mornin', you're up early, " Cilia wiped her hands on her apron, leaving streaks of flour down her front.

“I couldn't sleep so thought I'd make a start on the washing" she replied, grabbing an apple and small loaf of bread as she passed. “How's your back feeling?"

A small, aging woman of about 70 years, Celia had been with the house and family since before Dimitri was even born. The Kitchen was her tiny Kingdom and not even the family disputed her ownership of it. Her hair was grey with age and she wore it pulled back into a tight bun that she had pinned today with a silver forks. Her face was worn and lined with wrinkles that bunched at the corners of her eyes and mouth. Holding onto its beauty, stubbornly resisting the effects of time. Recently her back had been giving her trouble and her eyesight was fading, but she would vehemently deny it if asked.

“Oh, not too bad today" she laughed, thumping the small of her back and stretching it out, trying to undo the years bent over the work tables. “I think it's getting better!"

They both laughed and Chamuka took her leave, chewing on the apple as she went.

“Have fun!" She heard Cilia calling from the doorway. “That boy has been at it again and he's made a right mess."

She sighed, 'That Boy' was Ivan, the young master of the house, and he wasn't a boy anymore. She had watched him fill out and grow into his body in the last two years. The thought made her pulse quicken, she was a good ten years older than him, She chastised herself. Yet she couldn't ignore how her body had begun to react to him,it was in a way she never thought it would again. Her time was coming and she knew it. The past few weeks had been a mess of hormones and building emotions. She was sure Mavis suspected, from the lewd comments to suggestive looks and smiles. She sighed, there were no Stallions for miles, she'd made discreet enquiries of the other house staff and of the various traders and people in town. She chewed her apple thoughtfully as she walked. There were ways and things she could try to alleviate the feelings she was having. For a while anyway, After that, she wasn't sure what she could do.

***

She'd been tired and disheveled from the journey, having been jostled around in the back of the carriage, her body showing the signs of fatigue and stress. Once the adrenalin had left her system, she assessed her new 'master'. A man of advancing years whose once formidable physique was now turning to fat. Tall and broad shouldered, he took up most of the interior of their little vehicle, their knees almost touching as they sat across from one another. He wore a thick, but well groomed beard of dark wiry hair that matched his thinning pate. Slowly his intimidating figure was replaced with a kindly, jovial man living on the fruits of his labors. Spending the ride chatting away amiably, filling the awkward silence between them with a monologue of crops, yields, rotations and an outpouring of information outlining his family's history. It had been a lot to take in, but she had gathered that he had done well for himself since taking over from his father and now had set about building more of a familial home to leave to his son Ivan. Who was perched on the carriage box she had learned, occasionally he had poked his head down to add a detail or two to Dimitri's ramblings. She knew more about him now in the space of a few hours than she had about any one of her neighbors in her village. Humans seemed to have a need to over share she had noticed.

She was wary still and slightly caught off guard. After the trauma and distress of the past months, having been traded and sold many times over, she wasn't sure what to say or do. So she sat quietly staring at her hands as they kneaded themselves into nervous knots in her lap. Nodding along to the conversation as it washed over her. Dmitri had gently removed the cuffs on her hands and feet, salving and binding the sores that had formed underneath, from a little box he had retrieved from under his seat. Then taken the collar from her neck, looking disgusted at the thing in his hands. He had dropped them all into a canvas bag, 'to be smelted down into something more useful when they got home' he had said.

'Home' turned out to be a well appointed Manor and farm, deep into the hills on the north side of town. The house sat, surrounded on all sides by well tended trees that she had never seen before. Their boughs, heavy with foliage, throwing long shadows over the gardens within their protection. Bushes bursting with flowers grew from long beds of dark, well tilled soil, filling the air with rich heavy scents. While carefully manicured lawns of grass, a deep rich green, surrounded the house on all sides. The house itself stood taller than many of the trees nearby with vast amounts of glass glinting in the sunlight. Numerous smaller buildings and out houses were attached or grouped around it seemingly at random, like some mother hen protecting its clutch. The farm, what little she could see of it from the window, was a collection of large barns and storage sheds. With fields of the golden wheat, they had passed through earlier, that seemed to dance in the light warm winds.

“Welcome Chamuka, I know it's not your home, and only gods know what you must have suffered to be here. But I hope you can find some happiness here" He spoke softly and with a directness that almost hid the kindness that crept into his voice. “I'll get Mavis to show up to your room and get you a bath drawn up".

She watched him carefully looking for a hint of cruelty or deceit in him. But his open ruddy face seemed to show only concern and maybe a little embarrassment. Still she didn't let her guard down, humans had so far been not worth trusting.

“Ivan! Get these over to Andrej would you" He had said as the young man had clambered down from his seat, throwing him the canvas bag he had placed her collar and cuffs into. “Get him to make them into some post nails, that's all they're good for. Oh and grab Mavis if you see her"

Ivan had trotted dutifully off, making for a huddle of small buildings standing by themselves, smoke billowing from the roof of the biggest.

“Now then" he smiled at her. “Let's get you settled" he gently ushered her towards the house, pointing out various points he thought of interest to her as he continued his happy ramblings..

***

Chamuka sighed in frustration, tossing and turning on her mattress. She was hot and bothered, the sheets and blankets getting wrapped frustratingly around her as she sought out cooler sections of the bed. Her loins were burning, it was all she could think about, it felt as if her body was screaming. Her muscles were restless and she found she couldn't keep them still. She had been in a mood all day and even the male staff had begun to notice. Her temper was becoming short and fiery, snapping at people for little stupid things. She lain awake for hours now, not able to sleep. Her mind had slowly been recalling every encounter she had ever had from adolescence onwards, and then imagining the things she would do to those past lovers now. She teased her nipples as she stared into the darkness watching the images in her mind and putting herself back in each moment. The awkward, clumsy fumblings of youth to the confidant and wild nights as a young mare. She slid searching fingers down between her thighs, gently touching and teasing, tracing the intricate folds of delicate skin, sighing as the feeling built. It wouldn't take her long, she knew, her body was primed with the desperate need for some form of release. With a growing sense of urgency she slowly pushed her middle finger followed quickly by her index into herself, working them deep and feeling out the spots that made her shudder and gasp. She worked them relentlessly until the ache in her forearm built and her thighs started to tremble slightly. Pulling the now slick fingers from her vagina she moved her focus to her clitoris. She massaged the small bump with an ever increasing pace and pressure until she was almost sweating from the exertion. Unbidden, a vivid image of Ivan suddenly appeared in her thoughts, his naked body intertwined with hers. She drew her knees up to get a better angle and pushed herself over the edge. She came with a small cry that she quickly tried to stifle with the back of her hand. Rocking and spasming, her orgasm flowed through her and she felt a sudden gush of fluid as she lost control of her body.

Lying on the soaked sheets, breathing deeply, she wondered why she had thought of him and what it meant. She had seen him watching her, ever since she had arrived, he was never overtly obvious but she saw how his gaze lingered on her. He found opportunities and reasons to be in the same room when she cleaned or to be in the yard while she worked. His interest had been concerning at first and she had made efforts to avoid him, but she had soon learned he was harmless and more like a lost puppy training in her wake looking for comfort. They had grown closer over the past few years even teaching her to read and write, which is something she had never really had a use for before. Now not a day went by when they didn't chat or joke and laugh. Whatever it was they had, she had never thought about him like that before and the feelings such thoughts raised stomach flutter. She rolled over, her legs and hips squirming as the thoughts turned sexual again. She could already feel the desire in her building again, and sighing, she reached between her legs again to explore the thoughts more thoroughly.

***

Mavis had turned out to be a large bovine woman of middle age. Her white and black spotted fur marking her from the south and her accent confirming it. Tall and curvaceous, she wore a soft flowing gown of light blue that did little to hide her body. Cahmuka found herself staring at the plunging neckline that revealed an enormous cleavage, almost breaking out of the confines of the fabric. She smiled as she saw where Chamuka's eyes were drawn.

“Like what you see?" Mavis giggled and raised an eyebrow at her.

“I'm sorry" she blushed, looking instead into her dark brown eyes, that if anything were even more enticing. “I didn't mean……

Mavis laughed at her apparent embarrassment, leading her through the gardens towards one of the smaller buildings off to the side of the main Manor.

“It's ok, I know what I've got and I like to show it off" she said lightly as their hooves crunching on the gravel path that bisected one of the immaculate lawns. “Anyway, it keeps Dimitri pretty happy and occupied, he'd let me get away with murder if I wore the right outfit, not that I would of course." She winked at Chumuka.

“He makes you wear that kind of thing does he? She asked

“Oh no, nothing like that. Dmitri let's us pick our own wardrobe, 'whatever you feel most comfortable in' were his exact words. Even gives us the money to go into town and buy it for ourselves!" she laughed again and pushed open a heavy wooden door leading to the cool interior of the side building.

“This is the female servants quarters", Mavis spoke absently as she wandered down a long central corridor pointing at doors set at regular intervals. “This room is Patricia's, this one's Gracie's, this is Celia's and… this is you." She took out a set of keys from her belt, removing one from the heavy iron ring they jangled on and handed it to Chamuka.

“Me?" She stood and looked dumbly at the key in her hand.

“Of course dear, you didn't expect to be sharing now did you? Unless you want to share with me?" Mavis nudged Chamuka in the ribs and laughed again.

She found herself smiling despite the situation, thinking she might like Mavis more than she realised, and unlocked the door to her new room. It was small and compact. A bed sat in one corner next to a desk with a chair tucked under it. A small wardrobe and modest hearth completed the sparse furnishings. A window to one side let in the streaming afternoon sun that lit small motes of dust into fiery orbs that flited about, disturbed by their entrance.

“It's not much I know, but you can make do for now until we can sort you some more creature comforts, I'm sure there's a mirror going spare up at the house. Now!" Mavis said, clapping her hands and headed out the door and back down the corridor. “Let's go and get that bath sorted shall we."

“I feel like I haven't bathed in an eternity" she said quietly, trying to remember the last time she had felt warm water against her skin.

“Well, a wash and brush down will make you feel better in no time. And I'm always available if you want a hand." Mavis winked again and led the way, exaggerating the roll of her hips as she walked.

***

Chamuka sat in the dappled shade of one of the apple trees in the old orchard, her back to the wizened old trunk, a small basket holding an earthenware flask of chilled tea and some of the sweet buns Cilia had baked this morning . The summer heat baked the land and the afternoon air felt heavy and sluggish. She was reading one of the books she had borrowed from Dimitri's library. A short fictional story of two lovers destined to be together. It was one of many in his collection acquired by his late wife, who had died of a sudden illness a few years before chamuka's arrival, and he was happy to see it being read again. She didn't find it particularly interesting but worked through the pages, stretching her new found reading skills. She was at a particularly raunchy part and was just getting into the good bits when she saw Ivan wandering over from the stables. He waved and lent on the fence watching her, wiping sweat from his face with a towel.

“What are you reading?" he called over to her

She put down her half eaten bun, licking the cream off her hand and looked up holding the book for him to see.

“Just some silly love story" She smiled at him. “It's not great but there are some good parts that I'm enjoying'

“I've not read, that kind of thing doesn't really interest me. I like my books to be a bit darker and deeper you know" he said hopping over the fence and sauntering over.

He sat down in the shade opposite her and picked at the grass at his feet. His long hair hung down to his shoulders and he absent minded flicked his head to move it out of his eyes. She likes that little head jerk of his. She could tell he didn't realise he was doing it, it softened the hardness of his face that was losing the last of its adolescent innocence.

“What?" he smiled shyly as he saw her staring.

“Nothing, just that you might enjoy some of it. A young man like you" She grinned at him “It's not all love and romance you know" She raised her eyebrows suggestively

“What do you mean? Like fighting or adventure?

“You're not that dense, They're making love." She rolled her eyes at him. “They're having sex" she added to make sure he got it

“Ohhhhhhhhhh……" he trailed off, his face flushing a bright red that rose from his neck.

“I thought you'd be into that, a young man like you" She laughed “I'm sure you could pick up some ideas"

They sat in letting the awkward silence take over. The sound of the grass rustling in the warm breeze and the lazy drone of the insects nearby. He went back to picking at the grass, his face still red. She put the book down and watched him, noticing the open shirt and tight breeches. She could smell his scent over the pollen in the air and she found herself aching once more. Her heart beat just a little faster. She tried to quell the thoughts but they wouldn't stop.

“I actually don't know much about that" he broke the silence and sheepishly looked up at her. “I have never really left the Manor or Farm much. Only to drive Pa into town really and then only occasionally"

“Really? So you have never……..you know?" she asked

“Never, I've not even really met girls that much. And these stupid dinners we have to hold now and then don't count. The daughters Pa's friends bring with them are the most dull people I have ever encountered"

Chamuka giggled and he smiled. Not sure if her currently raging hormones, lust or pity that emboldened her. She sat forward conspiratorially and beckoned him closer so their faces were only inches apart.

“Well, if you ever want to learn, I'm willing to teach" she whispered

The look on his face almost made her laugh again, the shock and confusion mixed with desire. To make sure he understood, she reached out and took his chin, pulling him closer and kissing his lips. They lingered for a little while until she pulled away and sat back again. She didn't move, seeming frozen to the spot staring at her. She could see the tell tale bulge in his crotch and the thought of it set her off as well. She could feel the wetness starting to seep down her thigh already. She wanted to show him there and then, to straddle him and take what she needed, but she had to play it carefully, she didn't want to scare him off. She took a deep breath and picked up her book again, opening to a random page and pretending to read. Still he didn't move.

“I'm sure you have something urgent to get back to" She said looking up and smiling at him “Today is my free afternoon and i'll be here for the next few hours."

She winked at him and then went back to the book, pretending to ignore him. After a little while he gingerly got to his feet and brushed himself down, dislodging the loose grass he'd been plucking. He stood and cleared his throat.

“Ummmm.. I guess I'll see you later then?" he said sheepishly and wandered away back towards the stables.

She looked up and waved him goodbye watching him. When he was almost to the fence he stopped and turned around suddenly.

“Chamuka! I want to learn, can you teach me?" He called back to her.

***

She'd abandoned her book and basket, beckoning him over and taking him by the hand to lead him to a more secluded spot. She wanted to take him to her room but that would raise too many eyebrows, and she wasn't sure if any of the others would be around today. Her heart was beating faster and she glanced back at Ivan, smiling reassuringly at him. His look of apprehension and excitement made her insides quiver. Her feet took them to the washroom, a small outbuilding attached to the main house. Its thick stone walls kept it cool during the hot summer months and would make sure no one heard or bothered them. She pushed open the heavy wooden door and pulled him inside, quickly shutting and leaning against it. She watched him as he stood awkwardly in the center of the room looking around as if this was his first time seeing it.

“So…what do we do now?" he asked quietly.

She slowly walked over and stood facing him, feeling the heat radiating off him in waves. She knew she was going to have to lead him through this and show him what she needed and wanted. But that was fine, he would learn.

“Well, IlLike to begin by easing into things" she spoke softly and leaned forward to brush her lips across his, kissing him gently.

She pushed her body against him, her arms snaking around his neck, so he could feel her breasts through the thin fabric of the dress she wore. He responded to her touch, his hands reaching for her hips and pulling her closer. He kissed her, cautiously at first but with a growing confidence. They broke away slowly and stared at each other.

“Are you sure you want this?" she asked him, “We can stop if you're not wanting to." Her body cried out at her for even thinking such a thing, to be so close and to stop now, she would lose her mind.

“I want you to show me everything. '' He spoke quietly, “I remember the day you arrived and I thought you were the most beautiful creature I'd ever seen. I've wanted to tell you.forever but never had the courage" he blushed slightly.

“Oh you've been watching me have you?" she asked coyly.

Of course she known, he wasn't exactly subtle about it. She had seen him staring at her and he had always found reasons to hang around while she was working, chattering away inanely while she half listened and smiled at him. At first she had found it a little intimidating, especially in her first few months, but this had turned slowly to slight annoyance and then to finding it flattering. He was harmless, she had soon realised, like a lost little puppy looking for comfort and reassurance. And now, she thought, she was going to train him.

“I can't help it, '' he spluttered. “It's everything about you, you're amazing, beautiful, smart, funny, kind…".

She held up a hand to his lips to shush him.

“It's ok," she giggled. “I was just teasing you" She kissed him again, this time pushing her tongue into his mouth, where it writhed with his as they met.

She reached up to the shoulder ties of her dress and undid them, letting the fabric fall to her waist and expose her lithe body. She took his hands from her hips and guided them towards her breasts. They fit his hands perfectly, and he massaged and squeezed them gently. She let out a little tremor of a moan as his fingertips brushed over her erect nipples and felt him hardening against her thigh. She broke away once more and looked at him with her best doe eyed stare.

“Do you like them?" she asked softly

“I do"

“Then kiss them for me," she told him.

He stooped slightly and took her right nipple into his mouth, sucking it and letting his tongue run over it delicately. She let her head drop back and pulled him in harder.

“Bite it, gently" she told him

And he did, taking it between his teeth and biting down until she heard her gasp with the pain. He let go and began to run kisses up her chest and neck to the base of her ear.

“I think I love you" he whispered.

“Not yet you don't, but I can change that"

She pushed him back and knelt in front of him, running a hand across the front of his breeches. She could feel him under the cloth, the material straining against his dick that was fighting to escape. She heard him gasp softly as her hand pressed harder and she looked up at him, her deep hazel eyes drawing him in.

“Now then, let's see what we can do with this" She said demurely, as she undid the buttons at his waist and tugged the garment down to his knees, never taking her eyes from his.

She pulled his dick free from the tangle of his undergarments and let it hang free in front of her. It stood stiff and erect, pulsing gently with the beat of his heart. Her nostrils flared with the deep earthy scent of arousal that emanated from him, and she felt the deep between her thighs as her body responded. With sure deft movements she took him into her hands, slowly working the length of his shaft. He groaned softly, as she leaned forward and ran her long tongue around its base and up to the now quivering tip..She noticed that it felt very different from what she knew. The head was smaller than what she was used to and the skin was softer and more pliable. She let her saliva run and drip down his dick before greedily taking it into her mouth and forcing herself down onto it as far as her short muzzle would allow . She placed one hand on his hip and cradled his balls in the other, gently caressing them as she bobbed her head.

She curled her tongue around the shaft enjoying the feel of it as she worked it around her mouth. Gradually she began to make longer and faster movements to match his gasps and moans of pleasure. She moved one hand between her thighs, feeling the spreading wetness on her fingers. She teased herself as sucked him, making small circles around her clitoris and probing her vulva with delicate little touches that sent waves of pleasure up through her abdomen . She sighed in anticipation of what she was working him up to, feeling her nipples harden again at the thought of being ridden. But she had to work slowly, she thought to herself, he was still young and she wanted him to know what she needed before she let him have her.

As if sensing her thoughts, he suddenly placed a hand on her head, forcing her down onto him further.

“Chumuka…I think…I'm going to…to cum" he managed to gasp out between breaths

She squeezed his balls lightly in response and murmured encouragement around his now thrusting dick. She brought her hands to her chest and began to play with her nipples, letting him see her enjoy it. He grabbed the two long braids of her mane and held tight, she looked up at him and nodded letting him know she wanted it. He began to thrust his hips, his movements becoming fast and frantic, she went limp and let him fuck her mouth to completion. With a final shuddering thrust, and accompanying gasp, he exploded into her mouth, the power of his ejaculation was a shock. She could feel her mouth overflow with his fluid, yet she held her head down, trying to swallow his thick outpouring. She released him and looked up, letting the reminder of his semen drip from her open mouth and onto her chest.

“Oh god, I'm so sorry" he tried to apologize, “I…I didn't mean to…not so quickly" He trailed off slowly looking sheepishly at her.

She grinned up at him and lent forward again to lick the last drops of semen from still throbbing dick, smearing the drops on her breast into her coat and matting the hair.

“Don't be sorry" she said sultry, “it's what I wanted"

She stood and faced him draping her arms around his shoulders. She kissed him, running her tongue across his lips and forcing it into his mouth once more, letting him taste himself.

“Now then" She said as their lips parted, “Do you know what else I want?" she asked quietly.

“I think so, but I've not ever done it before," He said, looking both worried and excited. “Andre said he fucked the strawberry girl at the market, the last time she came to town. But no one believes him".

“Well then, it looks like I definitely need to be your teacher as well as your maid. ' Chamuka giggled.

He nodded and looked a little relieved.

“But……..It looks like you might need a little time to recover '' she grabbed his now softening dick and toyed with it for a second. “So why don't we try this first?"

Placing her hands on his broad shoulders she gently but firmly pushed him down onto his knees. She pulled the remainder of the dress down over her hips and let it drop to the floor and stood naked in front of him.

“Take off your shirt" she told him, “I don't want to it to get dirty, I spent forever cleaning that yesterday"

He hurriedly stripped, revealing his lean muscles and fair skin. She brushed his long hair back from his face and stared at him. She hadn't realised how handsome he actually was, he had a boyish charm that caught her off guard at times. She had watched him the past few years develop into a kind and caring young man. Her body ached for him and she felt a deep heat emanating from her pelvis up through her stomach to her chest. She cupped his cheek in her hand and tilted his head to look at her. She smiled down at him and used her other hand to touch her breasts and run a hand down her flat lightl;y muscled flank and across onto her crotch. She watched his eyes follow the movement across her body, taking delight that she could still enrapture young men with her figure.

“Now pay attention," she said, “ and save your questions for the end."

She placed her hands between her legs and ran them across her vulva slowly letting him see her part the lips and exposing herself for him. The deep red flesh of her vagina almost hypnotised him with its intricacies.

“This is the clitoris" she spoke softly to him pointing, “This is important and you need to learn how to use it properly"

She held a hand out in front of his face.

“Spit" She commanded.

He looked dubious but obediently spat into her palm

“Good boy," she teased. Taking the saliva and rubbing into her groin, “I'm wet, but a…little extra always helps.

She began to play with herself slowly. Her fingers dance across her vagina and work themselves into the creases and folds. She watched him stare in awe at what he was seeing and took satisfaction that she could hold his attention. She ran her hand further down and circled the entrance to her vagina before slowly pushing her middle finger in. She let out a small gasp and began to work it back and forth, pushing it a little deeper each time. She pushed a second finger in and moaned, more for his benefit than hers but it got the desired effect. His breathing became heavier and she saw his dick twitch and smiled. She curled her fingers up into herself and rocked back and forth feeling the wetness start to seep down her inner thighs. She closed her eyes and imagined him mounting her. She pulled her fingers now slick from her insides, and reaching out to him she pressed them to his lips forcing them into his mouth for him to taste. To her satisfaction he sucked hungirly on them.

“Now, imagine this is your tongue" she said, taking her fingers from his mouth and holding up her middle finger. “I want you to use it on me like this. Gently and slowly at first, you can't just straight in with full force and expect results"

She spread her vulva further for him to see and placed her finger delicately making small languid circular motions.

“Like this", she repeated to make sure he was paying attention.

He nodded and continued to watch her as she switched to make long slow vertical lines up and over the little bump.

“Now you try" she said, stepping forwards and taking his head.

She pressed his face into her and held him close, not letting him pull away. She felt his questing tongue dart out hesitantly, searching for where she had indicated. After several moments of fumbling around he found it.

“Yes there" she grain softly, “But more, use the whole thing, I want to really feel you"

With renewed confidence he began to deftly work at her. Dragging his tongue in long slow motions, interspersed with quick flicks of the tip that sent little jolts of electricity through her legs.

“Yes…." she moaned, “Like that, exactly like that."

She tilted her hips up and forward, pushing into him harder, almost grinding against his face for him to get a better angle. She started to feel the first stirrings of her orgasm building. And a heat spread up and out from her groin creeping up through her body. She sighed softly, thinking that she could let him do this to her all day, but her body wanted more, much more. It wanted to be taken, to feel him inside her. Running her hands through his hair she pulled his head back and looked down at the slightly confused look on his beautiful face, now smeared with her fluids.

“You are doing amazingly" she bent to kiss him, licking his lips clean, “But now I want more"

She pushed him away and turned her back to him, dropping the mentor act in her sudden need for him. She knelt down, placing her hands on the cool earthen floor, raising her rump and flicking her tail seductively, letting him glimpse her opening.

“Take me now, mount me and take me" She ordered, her self control beginning to crumble as the desperate longing and loneliness of the past few years suddenly caught up with her.

When he didn't immediately move, she placed her head on the floor and raised her rear higher trying to entice him anyway she knew how. She was becoming more desperate the longer he waited. She snorted in mock distress and huffed at him. Hearing him move behind her she sank lower on all fours and spread herself wider for him. She tingled at the anticipation of his touch and almost bucked when she felt his hands grab her. He lifted the long plait of her tail and spat on her exposed vagina, and she smiled despite herself.

“Fast learner" she teased him playfully, craning her neck to look back at him..

Feeling the tip of his dick press against her she started to quiver and her leg muscles flexed involuntarily. She reached between her legs, grabbing his dick and guiding him to her. She let out a low soft moan as he slid into her and heard his gasp slightly when she tightened around him. His movements were unsure and awkward at first, so she encouraged him with little snorts and affirmations of her pleasure letting him know to keep going. She began to rock her hips gently, setting a motion for him to follow, which he matched with an eagerness that excited her.

“That's it", she panted as he found his rhythm, “Just like that, but harder. Fuck me like you mean it"

Grabbing her tail and using it to pull her onto him, he redoubled his efforts thrusting harder and surer with each stroke. Chamuka gave in, her mind losing focus as she listened to his grunts of exertion and the slapping of his balls on the now matted and sodden fur of her crotch. She was slipping slowly into the rising pressure of her orgasm, her face pressed into the cool earthen floor. She reveled in the feel of the grit and loose straw under her hands, the grime and the sweat of their bodies mixing together. Her raging hormones let her find a delicious ecstasy in their act..

She felt him pull out of her, the sudden emptiness making her cry out. With a strength that surprised her he flipped her onto her back, string down at her small form beneath him. He was panting heavily, trying to catch his breath and squirmed under his gaze as it ran over her body hungrily. Reaching out she took his hand and pulled him down onto her. Locking her arms around his neck and hugging him close. She felt him enter her again, moving slowly, thrusting and withdrawing his entire length in long deliberate strokes.

“Is this ok?" he heard him say, slightly muffled by her embrace.

She let him go and took his face in her hands, kissing him.

“Exactly like that '' She spoke softly and held his head forcing him to look into her eyes. “As deep as you can go, then slowly build the speed for me.

He nodded and did as she asked. They writhed together on the floor, her cries becoming louder and louder each time he thrust. She ran her hands down his neck, playing with his well muscled chest and the beginnings of his wiry chest hair. The heat was building in her again and her body cried out for release, she wrapped her legs around him back and drew him in closer.

“Now harder" she told him, “make me feel it"

Responding immediately to her commands, he grabbed her legs and lifted them onto his shoulders bearing down with his weight as he took her. She found herself almost folded in half and could do nothing but let him take her. She was crushed between the floor and his body, losing herself to the building sensations emanating from her abdomen.

“You can't finish in me" she managed to gasp.

She wasn't sure if he had heard but it was too late now. His driving motions, body grind against her, their heavy breathing in sync pushed her over the edge. The sensations reached their peak and she felt the wave crash over her. She threw back her head, her face a shocked mask of pleasure and pain, crying out dragging her nails down his back as she came. Her body shuddered and jerked as the wave that had been building crashed over her, flooding her senses, her body shaking and bucking. But he wasn't done, she realised, he continue to fuck her through her orgasm as if he hadn't noticed. The falling tide rose again threatening to overwhelm her once more. She couldn't focus, she couldn't speak, all she could do was lie and let him take her. She felt a gushing from between her shuddering legs and realised she had wet herself, her fluids leaking out and down his thighs and soaking into mat beneath them, but she didn't care. Her abdomen began to cramp and her legs felt useless as they lost feeling and slipped from his back.

“I'm going to cum" he gasped.

She heard him as if from a distance and dragged her eyes back to him from where they had been staring unfocused at the roof. She watched as he pulled himself from her and with a small cry he came covering her with the thick coils that erupted from his dick. They waited in silence for a moment, staring at each other and panting heavily.

“Mmmmmmmm, now that's what I wanted" she smiled at him sitting up. “Let's clean you up a bit shall we"

She reached up and wiped at his semen, which was beginning to trickle down her face. Licking it from her hand and smiling at him as she bent down to take his slowly softening erection in her mouth, pulling the last drops of his seed from him, tasting herself as she did. She looked back up at him and he kissed her.

“Was that ok?" he asked, the young boy from before suddenly reappearing.

“It was exactly what I needed," she nodded, “But that was just your first lesson." She cradled his balls gently as she spoke and was slightly shocked to feel him begin to stir again.

“When can we have the next one?" he asked eagerly.

“Well, seeing as you're so eager. Why don't we practice what we have been over so far" she eased herself back down to lie on the floor, spreading her legs and running her hands down her body, smearing his semen into her fur. “Remember what I told you earlier and how to use your hands and mouth? She asked, reaching down to open herself for him.

He nodded and spat into his hand.

“Good boy," she smiled.