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Valeria.

I watched him being led to the display room, his coat shining after the care lavished by Thoerdek. His shoulder was healing fast thanks to proper medical attention, a small bandage the only sign of his injury. His mane had been washed and combed, then trimmed and braided by Thoerdek, and his feathering trimmed and tended too.

The barbarian touches had been removed, the ring piercing his left nipple, and the heavy ring cruelly piercing his scrotum near his sheath, while the herd mark on his left buttock had been tended until it blended into his coat. My fellow mares knew they were buying the services of a wild stallion, but they did not like being reminded of it. Personally I loved it, that wild side part of the attraction.

The breeding attendant had placed the hoof cuffs and wrist cuffs on him, and he stood defiant and proud, but so far not terrified. Thoerdek had explained everything to him, and told him there might be some pain and humiliation, but no real danger, and so he kept his feelings in check. I smiled in slight pride, watching my nephew behave better than most stallions we saw. Many needed a dose of the neuronic whip by now to keep them docile. Sometimes the attendants gave them a dose just for fun.

He was placed on the viewing stage, arms lifted and legs parted under instruction, until everything was ready. Then the machines took control.

I saw him give a startled cry as his hooves suddenly spread until they locked against panels on the floor, and his wrists flew wide until the manacles latched on to panels that dropped from the ceiling while the bindings suddenly glowed in response to the computer's controls. He was spreadeagled now, naked and defenceless, chest heaving in supressed fear as his eyes bulged wide and his ears flattened. He did not cry out though, maintaining control.

A screen dropped from the ceiling, displaying his vital statistics, and his genetic profiling. Any mares wanting to breed from his seed were invited to bid for the privilege once the display period had finished. I laughed at the irony, a slightly hollow sound in my room. The stallions had their form of survival of the fittest to ensure who got to breed, and we had ours. Money; was it any better than strength and aggression, or the same in different clothing? It paid for the services of my department, so I was unwilling to complain too much.

For the next two hours, my stallion would remain like this, trussed up and terrified. I wished I could go to him, but I needed to remain here for what I had planned. Instead, I watched him, seeing his struggle to be free then his struggle to remain calm, my heart breaking.

And then I felt him again, his presence...but this time I was ready for it.

Relax my sweet colt. All will be well, you are being cared for. We wish you no harm, and I will make sure you are safe. Hold me colt, and I will protect you...hold me...

I could feel him relax, his body going slack against his bonds. I could see it too, on my visor screen. I knew he could hold on...even through the next more humiliating stage.

The door to the display room opened, and a steady stream of mares walked through, some smiling, some laughing, some staying well back, some coming in close. He had been advertised as soon as he was cleared for breeding, and there had been a big response to his Notice of Auction. A large number of mares had registered their interest on the breeding system, and many were coming to check him out in person.

I stayed in his mind as best I could, continuing to provide a calming presence as the multitude of mares stirred his fears. They stirred other things too; that was fairly common. These stallions had been separated from mares a long time, but their bodies were programmed to respond to touch and smell. I could feel him feel the urge, the automatic response to mare in heat that all stallions knew. And as I watched some of the bolder mares touching him, feeling his muscles and running hands through his mane, he responded as a stallion should.

My body burned a little, watching him, and seeing the delighted whinnies of the mares, though some gave mock signs of disgust. I knew it was for show though; a magnificently erect stallion was not easy to hate, even for a mare who had been brought up to despise stallions. Here was an especially beautiful one, young, helpless, decidedly male yet still vulnerable. And he was getting the inevitable response.

I frowned, knowing it would make my plans harder, but I determined to persist. I had chosen four mares from the ones who had registered; friends, ones I could trust, from prominent families. They would be the ones to win the auction, no matter what happened, and I would bring them into my circle once it was over.

He would be mine, by stealth, even though I could not have him myself, my breeding rights denied by the closeness of our lines. I would stay in his foal's lives though, and maybe, just maybe, find out why he could be in my mind and see what he saw, and even how much he could do.

Brokke.

I hung for what seemed an eternity, the shiny manacles on my wrists and hooves not budging. They glowed with a strange light, blue and evil, and I tried breathing slowly to calm my fears, as my guardian had taught me to do before battle. The one who dies is not always the one who is best with knife or bow; he is the one who conquers his fears best to be able to do what his opponent can't.

So I breathed, relaxing, the touch of the mare soothing my mind. Valeria...I could feel her again, calming me, and I tried to enter her mind as well. It seemed easier than it had when I was with my herd, though not perfect, but I could gain more fragments of her mind, and what I learned stunned me.

My mother's lover...and another unfamiliar word....sister...

I had a link with my past after all, and yet I did not know what it meant.

Then I felt the air move suddenly, and a great noise from the wall as the...door, opened. I was terrified to see more mares enter, not the ones who had frowned and stared as they fitted the metal bracelets that glowed, but new ones. They laughed and gestured, and all of them looked as my face burned in humiliation. I had been warned by my friend, but it was not easy.

Some held back, but some others came close, and I could hear them talking.

"Would you look at him Theria? What a stallion, such a big one. Imagine giving birth to a foal by him...I'd be calling for the drugs before I got to the delivery suite"

"Look at those muscles. My, what my filly would be like...she would be fearless that is for sure, maybe even a patrol pilot."

"Yes, look at the muscles, but remember, no brains at all. I don't know why we can't keep some of our own and make them at least semi sentient. This one looks like he wouldn't know how to open a can.."

"Hmph...he might be fun to bed if he was tied down, and he doesn't need a brain for that. Let's see then..."

I tried hard not to flinch, but I failed and drew a long burst of laughter as I inched away as far as the bindings would let me. I could not escape though, and soon I felt hands on me, many of them, pinching and touching and stroking. Then I felt one on my sheath.

My sudden whinny made them back away, but they returned once they remembered how helpless I was, and the touches became more insistent, and rougher. They reminded me of Aelf, his hands never knew the delight of a caress, more a harsh grip on what he wanted that hurt as much as it pleasured.

To my shame, I felt myself responding, my penis slipping from its sheath to fall towards the floor, before rapidly filling with blood as some laughed and pointed, and some made disgusted noises and grimaced. I smelt it then, the smell of mare and it made me burn, tapping into places in my mind that had lain long dormant. My tail flagged wildly, and my nostrils flared as I drank it in, my member now standing upright and slapping against my belly. And still the hands came, touching, holding while I hung my head in shame.

Just as I was beginning to panic, wondering if this would ever end, a noise sounded in the room, and the mares filed out. Some gave me backward glances, a smile and a wink. I heard cries of "good luck" flung between the mares, and then the door closed again and I was alone. Above my head, I could see a large metal oblong, its surface glowing with symbols. It began to flash, the flashes coming faster, and then the symbols began to move. I watched them, not understanding, until they stopped again, the glowing symbols turning red. I wondered what this meant, but I did not believe it could be anything good.

Valeria

His agony over, my stallion hung in his restraints as the potential bidders filed out. It was almost time now, and I had to be alert. I watched as the clock counted down to the start of the auction, waiting for the bids to begin.

As the timer reached zero, it began, and bidding was fast and furious. Four slots would be up for sale, four chances to breed to Brokke's seed, and have his foal. We could not afford any more of his foals at once, the chances of inbreeding were too great, but his seed would also be stored for later use. Four lucky mares would have the right to his foals now though; and to his body, if they chose to exercise those rights. Not many did, but an increasing number were, thanks to a fashion for the old ways that had developed. One I assiduously encouraged.

As bidding continued, it became apparent that two of my chosen four had bid high enough to secure rights to my stallion, but two were lagging behind. It was time to change that.

I unlocked the auction system computer, using my lock codes and bypassing the security protocols. It was easy to get in, not as easy to do so undetected, but I thought I knew a way. My secretary had some unusual skills.

I entered the bidding subroutines, increasing the bids from my two remaining mares and supressing others while using the system to cover traces of my manipulation. It appeared to be working, and competing bids had stopped for now. If it lasted for five minutes, the bids would crystalise into breeding rights, starting with the highest and working down every five minutes until all were expended.

I had a nervous wait, but as the seconds ticked down on the final slot, my smile broke into a large grin. I had done it , for now, and it was time for the next stage.

On the screen, my lost stallion was waiting, his calmness impressive amongst such unfamiliar sights. I hoped he could cope with what was next; in some ways it would be the hardest for him, though it would be over quickly. The attendants entered, one moving to the control box and initiating the collection cycle. As I watched, Brokke's whole body moved, the restraint plates moving in an arc to bring his body from the vertical to horizontal, while the collection table rose from the floor. As the apparatus moved, he was placed not gently on the table, the large spread X built for a stallion, the restraint plates locked in place at the ends leaving him lying on his back, legs and arms spread. The attendants moved in to put the straps on him now, leaving him completely immobilised. I could see him panting, his eyes darting from side to side as if waiting for the end.

Determined to comfort him, I headed from my study towards the breeding suite next door. I knew my selected friends would be there too, ready to witness the collection of their expensive seed, and to decide if they wanted more. I wanted to be there, to make sure nothing happened, and to sooth my poor stallion's fears. I should have realised it could be a mistake.

As I walked through the door, and approached the collection table, I saw them there, exchanging nickers and smiles, while the attendant's grimaced and grumbled as they usually did. My stallion, my Brokke, was testing his bonds, and finding them unyielding, but he still writhed about until his head moved to my side of the table and he caught my eye.

"Valeria!...Valeria!...why...why did you bring me here? Why are you doing this?"

Brokke.

I had cried out, my anguish making me fearful though I am ashamed to admit it. When I saw her, the mare in my dreams, I had wanted her help, her answers. I could see the shock my words had caused though, and the fear that entered her eyes.

One of the angry looking mares turned to her, accusation in her voice.

"What is this councillor? Does this stallion know you?"

"No attendant, that is not possible. I think my servant Thoerdek might have mentioned my name at some point, he has been caring for this specimen. Pay him no attention."

The angry mare looked at me then, and I looked at Valeria. I could see the warning in her look, and the fear, and I just nodded, relaxing in my bonds. The angry mare gave a grunt, and walked back to the metal box by the wall.

I could see the four mares near me, all looking with a mix of welcome and curiosity. I remembered them from when I was being touched, though these ones had been less rough than some. There was a paint mare, and a pure grey, and an appaloosa, and a bay thoroughbred. They all looked beautiful, dressed in clothing that covered their bodies but left much to be seen, including enticing bulges at their chests, with a hint of something poking against the cloth. I could smell their sex, their heat, and my penis throbbed against my belly, still shamefully hard after all the treatment I had received, and with a line of clear pre coating the flare.

"He looks ready doesn't he Bristella?"

There was a soft giggle, like rain on the roof of my hut, from the paint mare.

"More than ready. I wonder what he would feel like?"

"I am not sure I want to know; thank the Mare for technology."

One of the angry mares had returned, and she bent over my body, checking the bindings that kept me in place. I waited, and she grinned into my face, her eyes glinting with mischief.

"Time for your milking my sweet. Don't be afraid, this will only hurt a bit."

Rough hands gripped my stallionhood, my penis throbbing to the touch. As I watched, a broad ring was slipped over my flare, the material feeling slick and cold against my sensitive skin. I nickered a little fearfully, but she just rolled it down my length, the ring seemingly fitting exactly to my width. I did not know how it would get past my medial ring, but it slid right over, until it was placed nestling against my sheath, the ring beginning to warm against my heated length.

Then I saw another ring in the mare's hands, but this one was brought towards my orbs. I tried to flinch, my head thrashing and tail swaying as I fought. All I could think of was gelding...gelding...

But then I felt Valeria at my head, her fingers caressing my mane.

"Shh, relax. This will feel good, I promise. You will not be harmed."

Her words distracted me long enough for the mare to fit the ring around my sac. My scrotum felt compressed, the ring spreading as it fitted over them, its slick surface feeling like a fish's skin against the soft skin of my sac, cold and slippery. I let out soft moans of fear, but the ring kept on moving, until it nestled against my groin, the material miraculously contracting to squeeze the top of my sac, tight but not painful, as it rested on the top of my orbs.

Finally, a long tube was pulled out from the table under me, the end clear and wide. I blushed as it was fitted over my flare, the end expanding to accommodate my width, before sliding down my length as feelings coursed through my body and I let out shameful whinnies of arousal. The end was brought flush with the ring at the base of my member, and bands used to tie them together.

"Right, let's get him done shall we?"

Soothing hands kept on stroking my mane, and I felt new ones, touching my thighs, my fetlocks, my shoulder as the angry mare gave a snort of disapproval. Then my world exploded in sensation.

An unearthly light burst from the rings, both glowing a demon red that pulsed and throbbed and entered my body, like a living serpent that crawled through every fibre. I screamed, and whinnied, and begged, as I felt sensations crawling over my stallion parts. Not pleasure, not pain exactly, yet I knew I did not want them.

My penis felt it, and it felt like an unyielding force pumping blood and stimulation into my length. I was harder than ever in my life, and yet I didn't want to be. I whimpered. I cried.

Then the light on the ring above my sac began to pulse, the pulsing matching my heartbeat, the light growing and dimming in time. With every pulse, I felt the sensation in my orbs grow. It felt like I did when I knew my spending was near, and if I did not slow I would seed in a few delicious strokes. Except this time, the feeling built and built yet I knew I could not release. Instead, the pleasures turned to pain, turned to panic as my stallionhood burned and throbbed, my tailhole clenching and releasing in pathetic attempt to drive me into seeding.

"Do you really have to set it that high?"

"I do my job, you do yours councillor. He is young, and strong. We want a good large collection from him, and this will ensure it. Besides, I am hoping with four such respectable brood mares here there will be little of his seed left to bank as none will be taking the option of using him this week."

I just whimpered and begged for an end. It felt like the whole world was being forced into my groin, and my orbs and member would inevitably burst.

Then something switched, and the ring above my sac turned to a glowing, soothing blue. Suddenly, every sensation went into reverse. Where once I felt filled, now I emptied, and it felt like I emptied the world from my member. I whinnied, long and high, and still it went on. Now the throbbing blue light matched my emissions, my member spurting a torrent of seed into the tube that encased it. The demonic machine was hungry though, and even when I felt myself emptied, the pulsing went on until I was thrashing my head from side to side even as the mare at my head gripped my mane to stop me. Just as I felt like I would pass out, the light suddenly went out, and I lay panting and mewling like a kitten.

And then, mercifully, I did.