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Being chained in Eran's room was not at all what Mariska thought it was going to be. When she had been hauled out and scrubbed clean she had assumed she'd be chained like some sort of dog in the corner of the room, but it was obvious there were other ideas. A small lizard like creature was the one that had washed her, scrubbed the mule's seed from her body in a large wide tub of water before her hide had been oiled so that she glowed. The sweet fragrant scent wasn't one that she was familiar with, but they had made it a point to burnish the scales until they had been glowing. She hadn't had a single choice about the matter, only further confusing her and the situation that she had found herself in only made things worse.

She hadn't known why she'd acted so positively to the fact of being impaled on the mule shaft, but she had, it was impossible to deny especially when she'd been shuddering afterwards. Her body had felt raw and alive, filled with a flush of desire that both horrified and tantalized her. Her own reactions had been something that had startled her, especially the strength of them, but she wasn't given long to linger on those sensations. She should have been curling into a ball, sobbing, horrified by the violation of her own body, but her mind wasn't working that way. The flashes of fiery need that she had experienced were banked as she had been dragged into a lavish bedroom that was a mixture of luxury and nightmares.

The massive bed was decorated in onyx and gold, enough wealth that she was dizzied by it and that was nothing compared to the collection of weaponry that hung from the walls. Plated armored was set to either side of the presented arms, a heavy helmet glared at her with black empty eye holes and set above sheets of metal that showed obvious wear and tear. The scarring showing that they had been used often and well, much like the weapons. There was also silk and velvet, pillows were overstuffed and mounded on the bed. There were bottles of exotic liquor lined up on shelves, strange colors and glittering liquids that didn't look familiar at all. The floor was covered in marble except in a few places that were covered in thick heavy fur, fur she didn't recognize from any animal she recognized. The look of the room was a distraction, the only distraction she had.

The servant had dragged her into the middle of the strange room, stringing her up with her arms stretched up high above her so that she was hanging down from the ceiling. The pain of her shoulders ached, but it wasn't quite as bad as the way her legs were split open wide. Her legs were stretched open wide to either side, showing off her still gaping folds as her tail was chained straight down to the floor. She was put on display like a piece of artwork, much like the elaborate carvings that wound its way along the bed posts were. She felt sore, her body still aching as the stretched lips that were splayed open wide, showing the slight gaping opening that let up her tender passage. It was humiliating, and she had no idea what was going to happen to her here.

_They've already raped me, I suppose they'll just keep me until they break me. _ He thought with a little flinch, her breathing coming in a little hitch as she swung back and forth, writhing with a rattle of the chains.

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The idea should have sent pure terror through her, but terror didn't rise up the way it should have. There was a confused rush of conflicting emotions that centered around the sight of the stallion's cock that had been hanging so full and promising between his thighs. Something had stirred with the feel of the cock sinking inside of her the first time, the rough powerful movements that hadn't had a care for her own pleasure. He had taken control from her, ripping it away and replaced it with the inability to even control the depths of his thrusts or the speed. The ache and pain had blended into anticipation and desire, she had wanted more, she didn't care that he had been tearing into her, she had been as greedy as a bitch in heat for it. Her humiliation grew as she realized that her body was starting to react with a surge of heat that ran through her lower belly and she could feel the cool air rushing over her puffy soft lips.

_Why do I think this way? _ She thought with her stomach knotting up. The edge of desire disturbed her and she struggled as she pushed it back, trying to ignore it as the sound of movement came from the echoing of the hallway.

Eran's hoof steps were sharp and clicked loudly, making her tense up slightly as she twisted her head to the great double doors and the rich chestnut bodied stallion that came in. Her entire frame bunched up as he turned his onyx eyes towards her, the glittering flash of them caused her breath to catch in her throat as there was a tinge of magic on the air. The doors slid shut behind him as the nude stallion stalked around the room, nostrils flaring a little bit while he drew in a deep breath. The heavy sheath wobbled back and forth along the lower belly, swaying as the thick heavy balls bounced against the line of the inner thighs. She knew what was in the sheath, she had seen it, and that had sent a surge of desire through her as she let out a shaking breath.

"Wet already?" Eran rumbled as he cast his eyes over her body with a little tip forward, looking down between her thighs. "Lovely little thief, what a gem I have found trying to rob me. I've never had a girl moan when Bron broke her, normally they're choking and begging."

"I didn't take anything." Mariska answered, her voice slightly rough as he tipped his head, the horn flashing as the eyes slipped up towards her face again. "I'm not a thief."

"Semantics, dear girl, semantics that I'm uninterested in. I've caught you stealing into my home, your freedom is forfeit." Eran moved his hand out to touch under her chin, his nostrils flaring with a little puff of breath. "I have no need of a broken sobbing wrecks, but I might have use for you."

"I...STOP!" Her rebuttal turned into a shrill word as the hand reached down to curl fingers right against her mound, pushing into her without even trying to ease into it, thick heavy fingers.

"But I will not have you embarrass me, girl, you will have to learn swiftly if you wish to make it worth my while." Eran's fingers pushed and stuffed inwards further, spreading the walls open wider.

The fingers spread the walls wide, spreading them open a bit further to feel the walls flexing and contracting. The inside passage was quivering, the smooth movements pumped and worked as she writhed in place , feeling the heat of the stallion come in closer to her. His eyes were disturbing, the lack of variation between pupil and iris gave her little hint as to what he was thinking, his lips curled back as she whimpered out in reaction to the thick fingers splaying open wider and wider, prying her walls apart. The pressure built up as he pushed into her recently cleaned body while he moved in closer, brushing the sleek hot hide against her. She twisted, the chains rattled slightly as her tail flexed and his sheath pushed against her, rubbing along the line with a roll that thickened his length as it began to droop down further and further.

The thick black flesh was swelling against her leg as the fingers toyed and spread her, parting open in a wide V so that she felt them straining open wider and wider. The wet slippery mixture of her arousal clung to the finger tips, running down towards the base of the fingers, syrupy strands coating the digits as they dug in deeper. Her taut passage was gaping wider in reaction, the aching strain made her let out a muted cry as the stallion's lips flashed hooked teeth and moved his hands outwards. The smooth trail dragged backwards as his other hand slipped down, slipping to either side so that the finger tips splayed the walls open wider, holding her lips apart with a forceful curl that made her suck in a breath, her breathing turning sharp and short. The small kobold writhed, twisting herself in place with a little hitching breath as he loomed above her and let out a hot breath.

"Just feel you writhe, you don't fight it, not with your heart in it." Eran murmured, his voice deep and purring as he rolled his fingers backwards.

"Stop..." She breathed out, her eyes widening as she stiffened up to feel the fingers pushing back deeper inside of her.

The sudden thrust was sharp and short, making Mariska's back bow upwards, her arms pulled back with a strain that lifted her body as much as she could. It wasn't enough to get away, instead she felt the fingers slipping backwards. The smooth stroke pulled a little backwards with a wet sound that made her cry out with a harsh snarl. The drag stroked and pulled along her outer lips, the wetness was sliding free with a smooth drag that nearly popped the fingers free. Her body jerked upwards as the fingers trailed all the way down to tease right over her g-spot, deliberately stimulating her to make her groaning out in a trembling breath. Her eyes squeezed shut as he pulled his fingers all the way out and grazed right against the ridge of her g-spot. The startling caress made her eyes snap open right into the large black eyes that moved in close.

The blood red body was far taller than her own, looming above her as his cock dragged right along her forcibly spread inner thighs. The pain in her shoulders was growing worse as the fat heavy prick dropped against the line of the belly, drooling out a trail of precum that ran down along the line of her belly. Her eyes jerked down towards her stomach, seeing the fat thick length twitching against her, the width of him should have been terrifying. She knew that she should have been struggling to get free, to feel horror that he was going to try and stuff it into her body. Instead, the banked fire burned hotter and sent a tremor of anticipation through her as the stallion grabbed her ass in his hands and yanked her hips up, dragging the chains against her tail and legs as she was lifted up in the air.

"Do you want this, girl?" Eran growled out as the smooth silk fleshed cock pulled back along the line of her gaping lips, they were wet, slickened over as the bulbous tip trailed down towards the reddened lips.

"No." Mariska spoke in a short clipped voice, her breathing coming out faster before the stallion's lips curved back in a vicious little smile.

"Liar. Have you not learned about lies?" He dug his fingers in harder. "You are already looking at a yearlong service for breaking into my home. Another six months for lying about it. And now I shall add another six months for your lies. Two years. Do you want to lie again?"

"Please don't make me do this." She said with a trembling lilt to her voice. "I can't be here for two years, please...."

"Then learn how to speak the truth, little slave." Eran bit his thumbs down against the line of the hips and squeezed in with a brutal flex that bruised her tender body.

"I'm curious! Alright, I-I'm just curious!" Mariska's voice rose to a squeak as the hips rolled down and the blunt massive tip pushed forward right against her gaping mound.

"Too little, too late." Eran bared fanged teeth at her in a feral smile before pushing upwards to pry her open.

The kobold's eyes flashed wide, showing a ridge of white as he began to sink himself into her too small body. He pushed her vulva in on itself, her pussy being pried open with bruising force that slowly and steadily fed its way deeper and deeper. The small twinges of pain grew worse as the blunt tip dug in hard against the taut ring and peeled her wider and wider, the stretching walls opened themselves as her back arched up and she let out a hiccupping cry of shock when the tip popped in. It was too large, flat and blunt, there was no easing into the sudden penetration that was pushing upwards and digging in faster. The thick hot stream of precum bubbled up and drooled along the inside of her passage as he wedged himself inwards harder, giving a wild buck.

He used his muscles to drive upwards with a powerful plunge that bowed the dark length inside of her, scraping the inside of her passage with a squelching noise. The wet juices were pushing over the edges as she closed her eyes and muted a high pitched call of shock. The next few inches that slipped through her sent cramps tearing through her belly, making her let out a ragged noise before the next thrust stuffed the length into her. Her walls were being strained open wide, swelling her belly open as the powerful slide and push slid through her. The walls slipped around him, pushing down towards the base as the taut ring was forced down towards the base. She clamped her walls down tightly, the spasm working over the spire while she was thrown up higher and the chains drew tight.

The stallion drew back and he had to work to drag his length free from her body, inch after inch, slipping outwards with a lewd wet noise as her strained walls were pulled outwards before the thrust forward. The force worked to push in deeper and deeper, forcing deeper into the stretched passage. She was swallowing down over the girth until the thick medial ring plucked against her outer lips before pushing up and over the ridge before it sank home. Her hips jerked in place, her eyes flashed open wide as she sucked down a breath before the next few inches drove home. The rolling thrusts drew backwards, pulling barely out of her body before the next plunge upwards dug the tip deeper into her belly, bulging her open and making her walls give a quivering contraction.

Eran wasn't as long as the mule had been, but he was thicker, the burning ache that worked through her was offset with the sudden rush of pleasure that crashed over her. She wanted more, the desire to be filled was rising as the tip was pushing right up against the line of her cervix. Her twisting hips weren't enough to stop anything from happening or to help it, and she didn't know what she was trying to do. Her internal walls gave small twitches and quivers, the movements began to slide along the length while the precum flushed out thick wave of precum deeper. The tip battered up against the line of her cervix, hitting hard and bowing it in as he gave another powerful drive upwards.

Her high pitched snarl burst from her, a shocked sound as her internal muscles began to pull along the stiff length. The way the shaft pulled through her stimulated her, working with the painful spikes to create a building sensation. Her eyes squeezed shut as she choked out a groaning cry of pleasure, her hips squirming in place while her inner walls contracting down with smooth strokes. The cock pulled back with a wet slurping noise, dragging nearly all the way back as the medial ring popped free and the tried to push down against him again. The stallion's laughter filled her ears, mockingly teasing her as he sank back in, glutting her narrow passage open as the tip battered forward again.

"Are you moaning? See how your lies all come undone so easily? Falling apart the first time you're stuffed?" Eran growled into her ears, spilling out with a low mocking laugh. "You can't hide what you are."

Mariska let out a throaty moan while she was lifted upwards, the length dragged free with a smooth stroke, tugging through her as another contraction worked through her. She was caressing him, her body drawn into the act as she rolled her hips with a series of short bucks, working against him before the tip battered home again. Her lips splayed wide, stretching as far as she could towards the base until he pushed her cervix inwards, bowing it with a bruising press that made her cry out with a short high pitched sound. Her entire body seized up in reaction as the next plunge rocked her higher in the air. The chains were straining her while the tip began to spread open wider and wider. The battering thrusts bulged her belly, making her breath catch in her throat before he let out a low snarling cry.

The next drag pulled free with a slippery drag slipped the length, running backwards with a smooth pop of the medial ring. The sound rang in her ears as it pushed home again, thrusting all the way inside of her with shower powerful movements. The dragging strokes caressed through her, the movements pumped and dragged backwards, the light plunge forced her hips up higher, the strokes starting to grow faster, quicker. Her body felt as if she were achingly stretched, the sensation building up into a rush of pleasure that mounted through her lower belly. Her legs flexed, shuddering as the grip on her ass flexed and the stallion gave a short powerful drive up, the cock bowing as the medial ring sank into her body, glutting her open wide.

The length began to twitch and quiver, the powerful jerks building as the shaft began to stretch wider and wider, straining her narrow ring open wide, the burning ache growing worse. Her breathing came out with a short burst of noise, her back arching as a moan slipped free of her lips, there was nothing she could do to stop it, it simply erupted out as her body began to work. Her powerful movements squeezed and pulled up along the stiff length, caressing and drawing upwards while the tip blossomed open wider and wider. The sudden plunge pushed right up against her cervix, the pressure grew and made her stomach contract down, molding and suckling the length of the spire while a hot eruption of precum pushed out and then he was pulling back.

She knew that she was stretched open to the point that she felt a cramp ripple over her, her breathing turn in a short rasping burst. Her eyes flashed open wide, looking wildly around as the cock began to twitch and quiver. The medial ring caught inside of her while the hands dug down with a sudden drag of the nails against the plush curve of her ass. The sudden push made her walls close down with a squeeze, sliding over the edges before the heavy balls pulled up to send a sudden eruption of hot thick seed inside of her. The heavy streamers poured into her passage, splaying and flushing out against the barrier of her cervix. The hot heavy weight of it was pouring into her, her overworked body trembling in place to feel the hot streamers flushing inwards, the blunt splayed tip making sure that none of it escaped.

Mariska's breathing came in short hitches, each one making her chest rise and fall faster while she felt the rolling movements working inside of her. Each movement squelched out a hot thick rivulet of cum pushing down along the dark length. Her small movements were contracting and pushing outwards, the slow powerful movements teased up and down. She squirmed, trying to rock her hips in place while the powerful twitches jerked upwards and then relaxed again while the stallion let out a short breath. The last few eruptions flowed out, puddling up deep inside of her, being pushed out with the little surges and pumps, squelching outwards in a humiliating rush.

"Did I feel you cumming around me, girl?" Eran rumbled, the vibrations rippling against her chest.

"N-" She started to answer, but the fingers suddenly contracted down with a rake along the curve of her ass.

"Remember lies have consequences.." The voice was mocking as the cock shifted inside of her, slurping backwards with a little shift of his weight.

"Yes." She answered, her voice soft, barely above a whisper, her cheeks going hot red and humiliated. What was wrong with her? Why would she feel these things? Why was her body still flush with arousal even as the ache cramped over her stomach?

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"I am tired of dealing with the uprisings. Put an end to them." Eran's voice was a sharp edge of annoyance. "Take what men you need and push them out, take... hmm one fourth of them to reward, pick the loyal ones. Maintain a Guard presence."

"Yes, sir." Bron tipped his head forward, swinging up his long ears. "I'll make sure it doesn't make the weekly report again."

Mariska kept her eyes fixed anywhere she could as she was curled up next to Eran, her head forcibly drawn into his lap thanks to the heavy chain that he gripped in his hands. She could feel the way that the mule was watching her, the avid look that was designed to make her uncomfortable never got easier. He was constantly eying her and making the heat rise to her cheeks as she realized that he was deliberately trying to make her uncomfortable. His eyes told her exactly what he wanted to do with her again, what he would happily do to her the moment his master gave him permission he would fuck her into the ground. She shuddered slightly, her breathing coming faster as she remembered the last time he had fucked her.

Eran didn't casually throw her about for others to use, though the threat was already lingering in the backdrop of their play. The few times that she had been shared it had been a challenge, one outside of the strange unicorn's tastes and desires. His obsession with her was tantalizing and terrifying. She didn't know how to deal with his demands on her body as he took what he wanted from her and delighted in the way she was forcibly made to react to his attention. The winter months were quiet for him, and he seemed to replace his time with her torments. She was being trained to be his pleasure slave, carefully stretched and made to accept increasingly brutal toys as well as his body. His Captain, Bron, constantly admired her, making occasional comments about the state of her body, complimenting his master.

"I hardly fault you, Bron." Eran answered and leaned backwards, shifting in the chair so that her head was moved against his leg. "That will be all, send a runner if things do not go as planned."

"Of course, sir." The mule twitched his lips, his eyes sliding back down towards her to send a slight flush of heat running to her cheeks. "I must say, she is beginnin' to show well, m'lord. She is startin' to look quite the part."

"Yes, she is." Eran glanced down at her, raising a brow slightly. "She is doing quite well with her training, eager to please. When you return you can have her for a few nights as a reward. I am sure she has missed your attentions."

The mule gave a slight tip of his head, flashing her a smile that sent a shiver all the way down her back, her breathing came out in slight hitch while the chain was drawn in closer. His chin slid along the line of the upper thigh while Eran ran his hand down along the nape of her neck, shoulders, tracing a little bit lower. The light stroke ran and spread, the light touch made her shiver, her naked body trembling while the mule left the room. The last rake of her eyes wasn't quite possessive, but it was smug, he knew what her body felt like wrapped around him, what would happen once he had her pinned. She couldn't stop herself, her body wasn't in control of itself any longer. Not with the way that Eran was training her.

The fingers curled slightly, digging just a little bit as the room became silent with the lack of the mule in the room. Her bare body was tucked in against his legs, and she no longer felt a twinge at the naked state. She hadn't worn clothes in weeks, it wasn't allowed, the closest thing that came to a covering was a cloak that could be used when she went out in the cold. Eran rarely wore clothes himself when he was in his suite, instead, he flaunted himself. She could tell when he was aroused, he made sure to mock her with those moments, knowing that it could easily mean he was going to fuck her or he might ignore her, making her watch him with longing that caused her no end to humiliation. Because she did want him. Her body wanted him.

"Go get into position, girl, I think that I should work to prepare you for the dinner again." Eran commanded, shifting slightly so that her eyes watched the slight wobble of the sheath moving back and forth. "I intend for you to impress them with my power and control."

"Yes, sir." Mariska trembled in place as she felt his hand sliding away, releasing the chain as she moved.

The dinner. Eran had planned to have a meeting of his peers, the spring weather would bring new opportunities for him and his clan. She had been privy to a few of the letters, she knew that he had plans that lay to the west, but she also knew that he intended to display his power. The guards were already under training, their armor was being remade and polished, they were moving like a well oiled machine. The keep was being cleaned with attention to details even in the privies so that those that came would know that he wasn't some upstart warlord that was running roughshod over the country. If they got the idea that he was a brutal leader they would try to form an uprising to usurp him. He wanted to impress and intimidate them, and she was going to be a part of the show.

The idea made her pride twinge. It was one thing that she was being held as a slave by the stallion, but it was in private for the most part. She didn't leave his rooms which meant that her shame was limited to the servants, at least the shame that they saw. She didn't want to think about others, strangers, seeing how she was used and how she reacted. It made her heart leap in her chest, but that didn't stop her from moving towards the small low backed couch that had become her 'station' when she was told to prepare herself. She couldn't stop the thrill of desire that surged through her belly. Her breathing came in a little burst, making it hard to think as she knew what was going to happen to her. The dread of the pain was starting to be lost under the fact that he was learning how to play her and her twisted sense of pleasure. Whatever was wrong with her body, he knew how to bring it out in her.

She loved being stretched and strained open, she adored the way that it felt when the tip hammered in so deep that she felt she should be able to taste it. It became a part of who she was, fixated in her mind to the point that she no longer struggled when he found larger toys to use on her. It wasn't just his cock, though he frequently used her, he had made her gape open to the point that she felt as if he could easily see her cervix. Why did she enjoy the way that she was stretched apart? Why did she like the pain? It wasn't just the sharp pain, it was the lingering ache, the feel of her walls so bruised and reddened that her fingers were a torment, which only made her want it more.

Mariska's cunny was no longer the tight pursed folds that she was used to possessing. The continually use had stretched her and pulled the inner lips out so that they hung loosely, her outer lips continually splayed open. Her mound was lewdly visible instead of being hidden beneath the soft scaled hide of the vent. She hated the fact that she was forced to display herself in that manner. She wasn't allowed to tighten herself up at any point in time, she was constantly being put to use. She was starting to forget what it felt like to be normal, the stallion was forcibly creating a new normal for her.

She slid onto the couch and had barely pressed back before the stallion stood up to advance on her. Mariska scrabbled to get into position, knowing that if she didn't he would use the chains on her again. The chains were always her punishment, hanging from them could last an hour or a day depending on the whims he felt at that moment, but she tried to avoid it. She stood up against the back of the couch and pushed her stomach over it, spreading her legs open so that her toes were braced against the arms, splaying her legs open wide. She moved her arms down to press against the wall, her head tipped forward as she raised her tail up. It was a lewd and revealing position, but she knew the stallion enjoyed it, and at this point, the more he enjoyed it, the more chances she had of finding her freedom again.

"So easy, pet?" Eran's voice was a thick rich sound as his hand slid along her back. "This dinner will require a little more challenge, though. I want you to understand that your role is just as important as my guards."

"I have never done this.." She admitted and then flinched as the fingers curled around the base of her tail and gave a little pull. "Sir." She added belatedly.

"I should be surprised if you had, but I am more than happy to be your teacher." He gave her tail a pull and drew her hips backwards, making her footing fall away from the arms of the couch. "You are an apt pupil."

She gave a wiggle, her body tensing up a little bit as he moved onto the couch and pulled her back. She heard the sound of a drawer opening, a familiar sound that made the heat rushing to her face, it was surging along the line of her muzzle as her chest tightened slightly with anticipation. She knew he was getting out a toy. The toys were always thicker than he was, or longer, they were challenges that she had to deal with and savored every moment. Knowing that it was going to happen again only made her squirm in place with a flush of raw arousal. It was useless pretending she didn't feel it, instead she kept her tail up high in the air to bare her loose aching folds to him.

He didn't start to push the tip up against her, the toy didn't even touch her while the stallion moved his hand to her hip and gave a pull backwards. She was drawn back, slipping backwards from the back of the couch until the toy prodded against the underside of her rump. It was a shocked little sensation that ran against the line of her inner thighs, making her tail flex a little bit before turning her head about as the stallion gripped both sides of her hips. The toy was just seated on the couch, not being held up at all as he pulled her backwards, making her wriggle a little bit while the tip of the smooth polished material nudged right between her legs. She gave a little jerk, lips opening up with a little noise as her weight dropped backwards down onto the length.

"You use the toy yourself, girl, you will learn to put on a show for my guests." Eran commanded and ran a thumb up along the small of her back. "It is time for you to show me what you've learned."

She flinched a little bit and glanced back again, the toy was one that he'd used before. It was loosely based on a kobold's cock, but it was obscenely large and the knots were developed into something larger. They were inflated already so that the size was obscene and she shivered slightly at thinking about how he had stuffed her with them before. The warmth began to grow worse by the moment, the desire growing as she wriggled her hips and the stallion made an approving noise as she pushed right up against the tip. It nudged right against the loose stretched folds, her weight bracing the toy right against the couch as she gaped open along the tapered tip and spread her open slightly.

That penetration sent a surge of heat through her, her tail flexed a little bit while she dropped her hips downwards, starting to spread her lips open wider and wider. The weight pressed downwards, feeling it easing into her body with an ease that made her cheeks burn. She hadn't wanted any of this, she didn't want to be broken in like a used toy, but at the same time it felt so delightful to lower herself onto the carefully created toy. The material was stiff and giving both, the smooth glossy thing slowly squeezed its way into her passage, yawning her walls open wider and wider, gaping her as her inner walls started to clutch in reaction. The movement made her stomach give a little leap as she felt her wetness pushing down over the smooth thing, bumping right up against the first knot.

The stallion's body shifted on the couch, sliding backwards as he moved his hands down along her upper legs, stroking delicately as she pushed herself up right against the bulging tip knot, grinding it up against her cunny. They were slickened with arousal as she felt the fingers slide down towards her knees, caressing with a little bit while she was dropped down harder. The tip drove up hard, squeezing into her passage and yawning her taut passage open wide, dropping her weight down onto the thing. She flexed her tail up as her wetness pushed out with a wet sound before she gave a sudden shove downwards, tensing herself up as she began to stuff the knot into her body.

Her inner walls were stretching her open wider and wider, stretching the ridge of the knot into her passage, her eyes squeezing shut while she heard a low laugh coming from behind her. Fingers slid up and ran along her gaping folds, tracing the taut stretched ring with a little dip and slide as her inner walls suckled against him. She didn't have to wait for the stallion to give her what she wanted, she was in control of it, and she was only greedy for more. She stretched herself down over the thick secondary knot, feeling the way that it glutted her passage with the pleasant ache as it stuffed in deeper. Her eyes squeezed shut while she squirmed and shifted in place, her lips parted open as she panted in short shallow sounds before the stallion's hands slid up the line of her back.

"Greedy little slut, put on a show. This isn't for your pleasure. This is for the enjoyment of those that watch." Eran's command rang in her eras before the grip on her tail tightened and suddenly she was dragged down.

She impaled herself onto the cock, the ridges of the secondary knot stuffed its way into her passage, dropping her down low with a yank on her hips as the sound was wet and lewd. Her jaws opened wide, letting out a high pitched squeal as it drove itself into her passage and barreled up against her cervix. The cramping pain was sharp and immediate, surging through her until she moaned out. The sound was ripped free as the grip on her was released and she only pushed herself down harder onto the toy. The tip was driven up hard against her cervical passage, the tapered tip dug in sharply as she pushed herself nearly onto the base knot. A small orgasm ripped through her, making her walls contract and suckle down, caressing and smoothing over the stiff length.

She didn't stop, she gave a series of rolls, pumping herself over the thing, her wetness slathering over it as she pushed her ass out and leaned forward against the couch further. She didn't quite plan the strokes and movements, she rolled and pushed down harder with a stab of pain that burst over her again. The pain offset the pleasure, the caress and tug pulled the first knot out of her with a wet noise before she pushed back down again. The stallion must have had a hold on the thing, it barely moved as she dropped herself harder with a sudden drive that made her stomach tense up and tighten. Her eyes opened up as she pushed roughly back, digging the tip harder against her cervix. The next contraction made her stomach flex down along her aching passage, the wetness running along it.

Mariska's body shuddered in place, her entire body was trembling when she pushed harder, giving short movements that rippled her back. The apex of each thrust pushed forward, digging harder against the narrow opening of her cervix. The rough pressure grew by the moment as she gave a twist and turn, her nostrils flared open wide, gulping down a breath and letting it go before groaning out. She dropped harder, the tip prying roughly as she felt the base knot crushing right up against her puffy outer lips and began to stretch her open wider and wider. The flexing movements forcing her gaping lips wider, making her walls slide down and swallow along the base. Her eyes flashing wildly as the burning ache twisted through her gut.

The base knot began to shove itself into her passage, spreading her walls and steadily penetrating into her belly. It was a shock of sensation, fierce triumph warred with pleasure as she dropped herself and gaped her walls open wider. The outer lips thinned down as she twisted her hips back and forth, whimpering out while the stallion's hands moved up along the line of her back when she pushed down again. The narrow opening of her cervix, something that was never meant to be penetrated was opening. The rippling pain contracted down around the toy, the flush of pleasure building before she let out a moaning cry, the sound bursting free as she gave a series of bucks against the thing.

"That's right, go on, put on a proper show." Eran leaned over her, running his fingers down along the line of her neck, caressing his thumbs to either side. "You are made to impress, show them what you are willing to do for your Master."

The commands were in that rich sweet voice that egged her on as she impaled the tip deeper into her womb, penetrating the narrow passage as her tail stiffened. The base stretched and gaped her open wider, feeding into her as she dropped all of her weight down onto the couch, her walls gaping wide with a suckling squeeze. She choked out a squeal as she opened her jaws wide and there was a loud popping noise. The top knot sank into her cervix, prying it open wide with an aching burn that made her body jerk in place. She jumped upwards, yanking against the toy, it refused to slide free before she dropped back down before with a surge that filled her narrow belly, opening her wide.

Her heart was hammering in her ears, the loud feel of it surging through her body as the orgasm hit her hard. Her jerking movements pulled up and dragged back down again, each rolling movement stirred the toy through her, holding her on edge. She let out a shrill call and bowed her back with a tremor that rushed down the line of her tail. She flexed her tail, pushing herself down as she glutted herself on the toy, the inner walls suckled and flexed, caressing over it. She wanted more, she pushed herself all the way to the base, her body feeling sharp stabbing pain that was supposed to tell her to stop. She didn't want to stop, gods, she didn't want to stop. She wanted to take it all. She wanted to hold every last inch inside of her, she wanted another knot, another few inches, anything that she could do to impale herself.

She felt the hands along her back, the strokes and caresses, but she barely acknowledged them while she rocked her hips. Each little movement stirred the knots inside of her, testing them and pulling backwards, gaping her lips open wide each time she lifted her hips. She trembled down the line of her back, her tail quivering a little bit as she let out a moan. The tip was rubbing through her cervical opening, the small spasms and cramps offsetting her pleasure as she dropped her head down with a whimper. One of the stallions hands moved to slide along the small of her back, caressing to either side of her tail, rubbing delicately.

"There now, do you see? Life is much easier when you're honest with what you want." Eran murmured, the stallion's voice thick with laughter. "You will impress those I invite, strive to make them desire you, want you, lust for what I possess and control. Otherwise... Well, you will find your servitude becoming one less indulging your own pleasures."

Pleasures. _ She flinched and tipped her head back a little, looking back at the blood red stallion. _What is he turning me into?