The Presentation.
The Presentation
(c)2005, Immolation
*An erotic short story involving: Vaginal, Horse, Human, Slavery, Bondage, Graphic Sex*
**Contains Explicit Language and Imagery**
I am naked and stand bound in tight harnesses, my arms are shackled together and hung awkwardly from a hook above me. I am being eaten out by some devoted, faceless servant on their knees before me and they are monitoring my progress, not wanting me to cum too quickly. My mind is a haze of hormones and wantonness and I am aware of others in the background, talking quietly, observing with amusement and purpose, my predicament. I am brought close to the edge and pulled back several times until I am unable to stand without bucking my hips continually, whimpering in my need. One of the observers snaps his fingers and the devotee quietly removes themselves from my cunt with a smile and a quick wipe of their chin. I hear a door open behind me and the sounds of several people entering the space, a jingle of harness, and the measured tread of someone larger or heavier than the rest. The jingling continues and I hear the snort of a large animal behind me. This is all digested in flashes through my haze, and I am aware that there are now two servants on either side of me with long leather leads in their hands, coaxing the larger, snorting being toward my swaying form. I can feel the heat from the one behind me; hear the shuffling and quick, sharp snorting as the smell of my sex riles them further. Another pair of servants creep quickly forward with a large mirror between them and lean it against the wall to my right. I refocus my eyes on the new spectacle beside me, my naked quivering form in profile, slick shine on my thighs from my desire, and behind me... oh behind me...
He is magnificent, a genomorphic shire stallion, dark bay, with shining white feathers on his bipedal, fully equine legs, and traces of feathers on his large but humanoid hands. His mane is thick and black, and his tail the same, raised high and flagging. The leather ties held by servants lead to a fine leather bridle on his slightly refined but still equine head, and the eyes... His eyes are bright with intelligence and arrogance, and shining hard with desire - he turns an eye to the mirror and stares at me, his humanoid chest and stomach pulse with his restrained breathing. His arms are bound behind him, and as the servant unlocks the bindings, the stud's eyes never leave mine. They are questioning me. Do I want this? He will not fuck me for our observers' pleasure alone. He shifts slightly with the bindings free and I am drawn immediately to the bobbing of his cock against him, a beautiful massive thing, black and thick, partially erect at my scent. The sight makes my hips weak and I groan hungrily, closing my eyes against my need. I open them again, startled and fearful of the effect of my reaction on his questioning glance, and see firm amusement replaced there. One of the servants suddenly thrusts a few fingers into my dripping cunt and offers them to the stud to taste. He is completely still and eyes never leave mine as he daintily lips the moisture. His cock hardens completely between us, and my eyes are pulled from his in the reflection to focus on his growing hunger. He suddenly takes the fingers from the servant completely into his mouth and sucks deeply, then just as suddenly nips the hand roughly and tosses the servant aside, stillness erupting into life. With a sudden shifting of chains and harness he closes the foot or two between us and stands quivering, lips gently mouthing my shoulder and neck, slightly rough pads of his hands whispering down my sides to finally establish a grip on my shifting hips. I can hear the observers chuckling and commenting in the background, but it bleeds down to a murmur of white noise as I feel his lips and teeth find their chosen spot and close down firmly on my shoulder. I arch my back and inhale sharply with the bite and feel the graze of his cock against my ass. Unable to help myself, my hips buck backward toward him. I feel more than hear his appreciative chuckle and freeze when I notice one hand leave my hips to guide himself to me. I stand arched and quivering like a bow, and I suddenly feel the flare of his equinesque member as it touches at my hungry, grasping sex. He slides it forward through my wetness, lubricating himself it, a low, intense murmur rumbling in his throat, and then its back, pressing insistently at my gate of desire. His hand is back at my hips and firm, he slides himself into me in one smooth motion.
Oh god, he is so thick at the base, thickening beyond my threshold almost. I feel like I'm being speared and the sensation is bright and painful, at the same needful and filling. I cry out and moan against his grip on my shoulder, my hips squirming and rolling against the invasion. He pauses, and then pulls out slowly and thrusts again, more deliberate and deeply, his cock sliding further on its coat of my lubrication. I feel like I'm splitting in two, my mouth opens wordlessly but I buck back against him trying to push even deeper. My heads lolls against his bite and my eyes crack open to the reflection of my bound and quivering form impaled on this impossible member, covered by this huge and beautiful being. I can't tear my eyes from the sight as he begins thrusting rhythmically, his tail lashing and flagging with his growing feral desire. His eyes meet mine and then close as his bite tightens and his hands pull me onto him roughly and faster. His murmurs are now low roars in his throat punctuated by my cries and his occasional ear splitting squealing.
I realize that my feet are barely on the ground, that he's lifting me and fucking me in the vice of his hands. I climax hard on the realization, my mouth open wide and my need a scream in my throat. His pace increases, I can feel his pent up need, his joy at my pleasure, can feel the tightening in him. I am limp, a rag doll, a toy, I feebly push back on each thrust, trying to do the impossible, knowing I could never pull all of his girth inside me. I cum again, shatteringly, on his cock, the thrusting bringing me over the edge with the steady increase in its pounding. He suddenly lifts me hard off my feet and I feel my weight sway on the hook above me. One massive thrust and he is climaxing, his teeth a bruising white line of pain on my shoulder, the throb of him buried deep inside me, each pulse painting the inside of me with rope after rope of his seed. That feeling, the pulsing line of the base of his cock sealed against the roof of my sex, my spot, sends me into another climax. I am lost, mindless, and I give myself to his support, utterly boneless and yielding, collapsing against his chest, and finally passing out.
Minutes, hours, I have no idea - they pass, I wake to my arms being pulled down, to a cool rag being put to my shoulder. I open my eyes and see him across from me, with his servants gingerly swabbing his now limp but twitching cock, cleaning him lovingly, almost worshipfully. He stares at me, oblivious to their ministrations. One of our observers comes close to him and grabs one of the leads going to the bridle and pulls his head down to refocus his attention.
She stares at him and murmurs, "You like? You stubborn bastard, I told you I'd have your seed."
He glances coldly down at her and speaks in a strangely clipped accent, "And I told you I would not fuck one who found me horrific. Who did not desire it. She is mine; you will give her to me regularly. I will not touch another, save that one."
With that, his eyes came up burning and met mine again where I lay curled and still. I could only blink at him and feel the rush of... what? Gratitude? Desire? Blush for his regard? Confused and feeling the heat rise in my cheeks, I close my eyes.
I hear the Observer speak again, anger in her tone, "Fine. You want this one. She was purchased for you in either case. Her profile precluded certain... flexibilities... in her fantasy and desire, though not, I dare say, her utter wanton sluttiness."
With a sharp sound of her boots walking out fading in my ears, I realize alarmingly, that I was already... drifting... off... to sleep.