A New Toy
A New Toy
S.M. Wolf
All characters, artwork and this story are copyright 2006 by S.M. Wolf. This story may not be reproduced by any means in part or completely without prior written permission of the author. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
"Oh, my! You are a pretty one!"
The Clydesdale mare nearly jumped out of her pelt. She had not heard anyone enter the room, and hooded as she was she could not see anything.
A paw stroked the right side of her back. Reflexively she jerked away. She did not go far though. Her paws were secured to heavy chains above her head.
The strange fur just laughed.
"Ah, a skittish little filly!
"Well, not so little. What are you? About nine feet tall?"
The mare slowly nodded her head yes. She topped out just less than nine feet from her feet to the tips of her ears.
"Good! All the more to play with!"
The mare dipped her ears. She had been used for ‘play" many times before by her prior owners. She seldom enjoyed it.
The unknown, apparently male, fur just chuckled at her distress and continued to stroke her back and flanks. She was wearing nothing save for her cuffs, a bit gag with stiff leather reins and her hood. There was nothing to stop the exploring paws roaming freely over her body.
His paws moved around her back to explore every nook and cranny of her being.
"And we will play..."
A single claw slowly ran down the length of the mare's spine. The mare screamed into her gag. The claw was razor sharp! She tried desperately to get away, lunging forward and arching her back, but the claw still followed her spine down to her tail. Her nostrils flared. She nearly peed in terror.
It took several seconds to realize that the claw was not slicing her back to shreds. Instead it was gently tracing the curve of her spine. There was just a hint of a prick from the needle sharp tip. When she realized that there was no danger, the mare slumped in her chains. She was breathing hard.
The male just chuckled again.
"Oh, yes. We will play many games. Some you may like. Many you probably will not. Play them well, and you will not be hurt much.
"Play them poorly, and your punishments will be long and painful."
Ten claws ran down the mare's back. She whinnied in fear but managed to remain still this time.
The claws moved over her back for some time. They did no serious harm, but the gentle scratching caused a strange mixture of pain and pleasant stimulation. The mare was surprised to feel her breath quicken and her pussy wetten slightly in response.
Her new Master's paws moved up to her head. The ties and buckles on her hood were undone. It was removed and tossed aside.
The mare blinked her eyes. She appeared to be in some sort of tower room. Beyond the iron bars of the windows she could see the night sky and the lights of the city below. It had to still be early since the Moon was just rising above the horizon.
The room was filled with rich hangings and rugs. Several lit oil lanterns hung about the room to fill it with light. The faint smell of roses in the room was likely coming from their scented oil. There were also torches on the walls.
The other things in the room gained her attention first, though.
The room was filled with a variety of bondage furniture designed to secure sex slaves in many positions for their Master's pleasure or a severe punishment. There were whips, canes, paddles, crops and floggers of many sizes hanging from the walls and laying on small tables throughout the room. There were also a variety of dildos and plugs of varying sizes and shapes. Prevalent throughout the room were ropes, chains and other things to secure an unwilling sex slave into position.
There was a flash of light brown fur on her right. The mare dropped her head and stared hard at the floor.
A paw slipped under her jaw. The claws were sheathed. The paw raised her head up and turned it a bit towards the other fur.
The mare's new Master was a lion. He was large, standing nearly seven feet tall and probably weighing nearly three hundred fifty pounds. He appeared to be heavily muscled from the portions of his body that was not covered in rich clothing. He wore North African style pants, shirt and turban. A small knife was slipped into his wide sash.
"You may look at me. I like to see the faces of my toys as I play with them," the lion said in a cool manner.
The mare shivered as his almost sinister tone. That only caused the lion to laugh softly again. He stroked her face and mane until she was calm again.
"My buyer has a good eye," the lion said as his paws slipped down the mare's front.
"You are large, but well proportioned. Still, these-"
The lion grabbed both of her breasts and gently squeezed.
"-are a very pleasant double paw full."
The lion's paws lingered for nearly a minute as he played with her large mammary glands before continuing their journey downwards.
"Your hips are wide and another pleasant double paw full."
The lion proceeded to run his paws around her flanks and groped her ass.
"Muscular so they can take a beating well, but with just a pleasant bit of padding to make them curvaceous and soft for when I wish to play other games."
The lion's casual mention of beatings was a bit unnerving. Just a bit of the mare's eye white showed.
"Oh, you do not wish to be beaten?"
The mare shook her head yes.
"Too bad, because you will be."
The mare winced.
The lion leaned in and said in an almost conspiratorial whisper, "Many of my toys find that they like my beatings. Perhaps you will be one of them."
The look of disbelief on the mare's face was all that was needed to voice her doubt.
The lion's paws gravitated to the mare's vaginal slit. He stroked her large outer lips and playfully ran the tip of his right index finger along her slightly moist opening. The mare rose up on her feet in anticipation of pain from an extended claw tip, but the lion kept his claws sheathed,
"Later, filly," he assured her. "Perhaps I will even have you pierced for my fun. I sometimes like to stretch my toys' other mouth wide open while I play with it. Nipple rings can be fun, too. I love how my toys' respond when I slowly add weights or pull on them. They dance so erotically.
"For now, I have other plans..."
The lion's paws moved away from her sex and explored her entire body from the tips of her feet to her paws in their cuffs well over her head. He nibbled at her ears first and then her nipples. Her pink tits were not erect when he started, but after he played with them with his experienced tongue they were standing proud of the light fur on her breasts, and she was breathing hard.
When the lion ran a light finger over the mare's left side she whinnied and tried to pull away from his finger.
"Ticklish?"
The mare nodded yes.
The lion slipped his arms around the large mare and held her tight to him.
"Good! I enjoy playing tickle games."
The mare cringed a bit.
"Not tonight! I have other plans for tonight.
"Still, it would be a pity to ignore this tidbit of information..."
The lion ran his tongue lightly over her uppermost rib. Desperately she tried to get away from the tickling, but the lion was too strong.
He proceeded down her left side, lightly licking each rib in turn. By the time he was done the mare was lathered in sweat and
A New Toy
S.M. Wolf
All characters, artwork and this story are copyright 2006 by S.M. Wolf. This story may not be reproduced by any means in part or completely without prior written permission of the author. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
"Oh, my! You are a pretty one!"
The Clydesdale mare nearly jumped out of her pelt. She had not heard anyone enter the room, and hooded as she was she could not see anything.
A paw stroked the right side of her back. Reflexively she jerked away. She did not go far though. Her paws were secured to heavy chains above her head.
The strange fur just laughed.
"Ah, a skittish little filly!
"Well, not so little. What are you? About nine feet tall?"
The mare slowly nodded her head yes. She topped out just less than nine feet from her feet to the tips of herears.
"Good! All the more to play with!"
The mare dipped her ears. She had been used for ‘play" many times before by her prior owners. She seldom enjoyed it.
The unknown, apparently male, fur just chuckled at her distress and continued to stroke her back and flanks. She was wearing nothing save for her cuffs, a bit gag with stiff leather reins and her hood. There was nothing to stop the exploring paws roaming freely over her body.
His paws moved around her back to explore every nook and cranny of her being.
"And we will play..."
A single claw slowly ran down the length of the mare's spine. The mare screamed into her gag. The claw was razor sharp! She tried desperately to get away, lunging forward and arching her back, but the claw still followed her spine down to her tail. Her nostrils flared. She nearly peed in terror.
It took several seconds to realize that the claw was not slicing her back to shreds. Instead it was gently tracing the curve of her back. There was just a hint of a prick from the needle sharp tips. When she realized that there was no danger, the mare slumped in her chains. She was breathing hard.
The male just chuckled again.
"Oh, yes. We will play many games. Some you may like. Many you probably will not. Play them well, and you will not be hurt much.
"Play them poorly, and your punishments will be long and painful."
Ten claws ran down the mare's back. She whinnied in fear but managed to remain still this time.
The paws moved over her back for some time. They did no serious harm, but the gentle scratching caused a strange mixture of pain and pleasant stimulation.
The paws moved up to her head. The ties and buckles on her hood were undone. It was removed and tossed aside.
The mare blinked her eyes. She appeared to be in some sort of tower room. Beyond the iron bars of the windows she could see the night sky and the lights of the city below. It had to still be early since the Moon was just rising above the horizon.
The room was filled with rich hangings and rugs. Several lit oil lanterns hung about the room to fill it with light. The faint smell of roses in the room was likely coming from their scented oil. There were also torches on the walls.
The other things in the room gained her attention first, though.
The room was filled with a variety of bondage furniture designed to secure sex slaves in many positions for their Master's pleasure or a severe punishment. There were whips, canes, paddles, crops and floggers of many sizes hanging from the walls and laying on small tables throughout the room. There were also a variety of dildos and plugs of varying sizes and shapes. Prevalent throughout the room were ropes, chains and other things to secure an unwilling sex slave into position.
There was a flash of light brown fur on her right. The mare dropped her head and stared hard at the floor.
A paw slipped under her jaw. The claws were sheathed. The paw raised her head up and turned it a bit towards the other fur.
The mare's new master was a lion. He was large, standing nearly seven feet tall and probably weighing nearly three hundred fifty pounds. He appeared to be heavily muscled from the portions of his body that was not covered in rich clothing. He wore North African style pants, shirt and turban. A small knife was slipped into his wide sash.
"You may look at me. I like to see the faces of my toys as I play with them," the lion said in a cool manner.
The mare shivered as his almost sinister tone. That only caused the lion to laugh softly again. He stroked her face and mane until she was calm again.
"My buyer has a good eye," the lion said as his paws slipped down the mare's front.
"You are large, but well proportioned. Still, these-"
The lion grabbed both of her breasts ad gently squeezed.
"-are a very pleasant double paw full."
The lion's paws lingered for nearly a minute as he played with her large mammary glands before continuing their journey downwards.
"Your hips are wide and another pleasant double paw full."
The lion proceeded to run his paws around her flanks and groped her ass.
"Muscular so they can take a beating well, but with just a pleasant bit of padding to make them curvaceous and soft for when I wish to play other games."
The lion's casual mention of beatings was a bit unnerving. Just a bit of the mare's eye white showed.
"Oh, you do not wish to be beaten?"
The mare shook her head yes.
"Too bad, because you will be."
The mare winced.
The lion leaned in and said in an almost conspiratorial whisper, "Many of my toys find that they like my beatings. Perhaps you will be one of them."
The look of disbelief on the mare's face was all that was needed to voice her doubt.
The lion's paws gravitated to the mare's vaginal slit. He stroked her large outer lips and playfully ran the tip of his right index finger along her slightly moist opening. The mare rose up on her feet in anticipation of pain from an extended claw tip, but the lion kept his claws sheathed,
"Later, filly," he assured her. "Perhaps I will even have you pierced for my fun. Nipple rings can be fun, too. For now, I have other plans..."
The paws moved away from her sex and explored her entire body from the tips of her feet to her paws in their cuffs well over her head. He nibbled at her ears first and then her nipples. Her pink tits were not erect when he started, but after he played with them with his experienced tongue they were standing proud of the light fur on her breasts.
When the lion ran a light finger over the mare's left side she whinnied and tried to pull away from his finger.
"Ticklish?"
The mare nodded yes.
The lion slipped his arms around the large mare and held her tight to him.
"Good! I enjoy playing tickle games."
The mare cringed a bit.
"Not tonight! I have other plans for tonight.
"Still, it would be a pity to ignore this tidbit of information..."
The lion ran his tongue lightly over her uppermost rib. Desperately she tried to get away from the tickling, but the lion was too strong.
He proceeded down her left side, lightly licking each rib in turn. By the time he was done the mare was lathered in sweat and panting almost uncontrollably.
"Yum. Fresh mare. A most pleasant taste!
The mare hoped he would limit his tasting to just linking her.
"Now on to other things..."
The lion moved back behind the mare.
"Lift your tail," he commanded her.
The mare flicked her tail up as high as she could. Her long, flowing tail hairs cascaded over her rump and down the back of her legs.
"Obedient, I see," the lion said, "but this will never do."
The mare slumped in her bonds. Her tail had been shaved before because her owner did not like the hairs interfering with his sexual pleasure. No doubt this lion would do the same now. It was so degrading to be shaved. It left no doubt asto her status or how her Master was using her.
Instead the lion took a brush and comb from a nearby table.
"Tail down for now."
The mare lowered her tail.
Quite lovingly the lion began to brush the mare's tail. He carefully worked out the several small knots and tangles. When he was done it was flowing almost straight from her tail down to brush the floor.
The lion took a long roll of sheer silk from a nearby table. He grabbed the mare's tail near the base and wrapped several turns of the silk around her tail. When the silk was well secured he worked his way along the length of her tail to nearly the very tip. Somehow he tucked the end of the silk strip under itself to secure it firmly in place.
"Lift your tail gently."
The mare complied. If it kept her tail from being shaved she was quite happy to comply with his orders. Most of her tail hairs were well clear of her rump and flanks now.
"Not a bad start, but it needs just a little bit more.
"Back down."
The mare lowered her tail again.
The lion carefully gathered up the end of her tail hairs and bent them back upon themselves so that the tips rested against the base of her tail and the hairs lay along the wrapped length of her tail.
"Hold still..," the lion said almost distractedly as he reached for a second roll of silk. He wrapped the second roll around her tail to secure her tail hairs in a loop behind her.
"Now lift your tail again."
The mare complied. The hair loop thumped against her spine, but the hairs were secured well out of the way of her rump and sex. the lion could have her in either the ass or cunt without fighting her long, flowing tail.
"Good! That will make you nice and accessible."
The lion slipped a paw into the loop of hair.
"And it gives me a nice handle back here," he added with a sinister grin
The mare's eye went wide, but the lion took no notice. Instead he let go of her tail and pulled a nearby table close.
Behind the bit gag the mare whinnied in fear. There were two things on the table; a jar of lubricant and a mammoth butt plug.
"Oh, come now! You are not a virgin, are you?"
The mare shook her head no. Her first owner had deprived her of her maidenhead, and the others had used her for their pleasure whenever they had the urge. This was not event eh first time her Master would use a large dildo on her. that did not make it any more pleasant to have the large intruder shoved into her bottom, but she at least knew what to expect.
"Then no doubt you know that I am going to be shoving a lot of things up your tail hole from my cock to these butt plugs to my entire arm.
"I want to see how you take a medium size plug in your ass."
The mare whinnied in fear and tried to pull away. The butt plug was a good six inches in diameter and nearly ten inches long. If this was what the lion considered a medium size plug, she was in for many unpleasant nights.
The lion just grabbed the mare's tail loop and pulled her back. He then gave her a hard slap on the right flank.
"Be still!" he oprdered her curtly.
The mare could do nothing except comply. She tried hard to think about relaxing her anal muscles to lessen the pain of penetration. She spread her legs wide trying to present as open and receptive an ass hole as possible.
The lion said nothing, but he allowed her to position herself with feet spread wide and bent forward as far as possible to present her ass for him to plug. He smiled at the pleasant view and apparent acceptance of the mare of her role.
The lion dipped two fingers of his right paw into the lubricant. He applied a large glob dead center to the mare's pink anal rose. He worked it into her tight anal muscles with a gentle circular motion. He never penetrated her, but he pressed hard enough to massage her well.
A heat built in the mare's ass. Not only were the lion's massaging exciting the femfur, but there was something in the lubricant that was generating a gentle heat. Soon her hips were gyrating in a circular motion. The lion watched his toy's motion and grinned.
The lion paused long enough to coat his fingers thoroughly with lubricant. The mare whinnied, but it was a whinny of complaint rather than fear.
"Patience, Big One. I will fill you soon enough."
True to his word the lion placed his middle finger against the mare's anus and pushed. With little effort his entire finger slipped into the mare's rectum.
"My, you are ready for this!" the lion playfully teased the mare.
The mare felt her face and ears blush.
The lion worked his middle finger in and out of the mare several times before adding a second, a third and finally a fourth finger. He continued to stroke in and out of her loosening anus while spreading his fingers wider. The lubricant worked its way around inside the mare's rectum and with it went the pleasant warmth. She felt ehrself mounting to an orgasm. She nickered in pleasure as she felt her behind steadily warm physically and sexually.
When he was holding his fingers about an inch apart, he stopped.
The mare's head whipped around, and she stared accusingly at the lion.
"Oh, no, Toy! You do not get off like that. I have something else I want to do with you, or did you forget this?"
The lion picked up the bright red butt plug and held it inches from her left eye. The mare's eyes widened. This thing was going to hurt going in.
The lion dipped the tip of the butt plug into the lubricant. The mare turned her head away, but the lion gave her tail a sharp jerk.
"Watch!"
The mare turned her head back. She saw the butt plug disappear between her large ass cheeks and felt the tip press against her tail hole. She tried to pull away, but the lion held tight to her tail as he proceeded to push several inches deep into her behind. The mare grunted. So far it was not hurting too badly, but less than half of the large bulb was in her.
"Oh come now! You are a big girl. You probably have had a herd of stallions working under your tail. This should be nothing for you!" the lion chided the mare.
The lion paused for a moment but only to shift his grip on the butt plug. He placed his palm on the bottom of the wide base. The mare had to watch helplessly as he proceeded to push hard. She whinnied in pain and fear as her ass hole was stretched steadily wider. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and her muzzle was covered in froth. Just when she thought she could take no more the butt plug popped into her rectum and lodged tightly.
The large shaft of the base was keeping her anus open wide, but at least the worst was thankfully over. Her anal muscles were screaming, but there seemed to be no tearing or bleeding.
"Told you that you could take it! I seldom ask any of my toys to do something I know they cannot do save when I punish them.
"Head around!"
The mare turned her head back to look forward. She heard the lion move the table away from behind her. When he reappeared the lion was carrying a large riding crop. He proceeded to stroke her face with the supple leather tip. She laid her ears back in fear.
"You will remain perfectly silent. You will say absolutely nothing. If you speak you will be beaten severely.
"Is that clear?"
The mare nodded her head yes.
The lion laid the crop down and removed her bit gag. It hung about her neck by the heavy back leather reins. For the first time in hours her mouth was not filled with the large hard leather bit. She surreptitiously moved her jaw to try to relieve some of the stiffness and pain.
The lion paid her no attention. Instead he picked up a large jug dripping with condensation. On one side was a gracefully curved spout. He held the spout up to her lips.
"Drink"
The mare took the spout in her mouth and drank. She was not sure what she expected, but it certainly was not the delicious heavily sweetened lemonade. Even better, the drink was ice cold.
"While you drink up, I'll just play with this to pass the time."
The lion reached underneath the mare and stroked her clitoris. Mares, especially large ones such as draft horses, have generous clits. Hers was even larger than average for a Clydesdale mare. It presented quite a target for her new Master's fingers.
To make matters worse, the mare had been concentrating on the pain of the butt plug and had not been paying attention to her own sexual condition. She was highly aroused, and her clit was fully engorged. The lion had no trouble grabbing the hard tower with all five fingers and rubbing and pulling on it.
The mare nearly spurted the lemonade out her nose but managed to contain herself at the last instant. Wave after wave of pleasure running up her body from her crotch made it almost impossible to swallow.
"When you finish your drink, I will stop."
She wanted to moan, to cry out, to beg this male for release. All the mare could do though was shift from foot to foot and try to drink as the lion enjoyed her discomfort. She was not sure if she wanted to end this play, but it was driving her quickly mad with desire.
In the end she drank as quickly as possible, but it still took her nearly three minutes to drain the large jug.
When the jug was drained the lion set it aside and replaced the randy mare's bit gag.
"Now to get on with your first beating."
The mare slumped in her chains and whinnied pitifully into her gag. The lion just laughed.
"We'll see what you think about it after I am done with you."
The lion went to a table behind the mare and selected a small paddle. The handle was a good four inches long and large enough in diameter to get a good grip. However the paddle itself was not very impressive. It was round and about six inches in diameter, but made from thin plies of ash glued together to make a light paddle barely an eighth of an inch in thickness.
The lion moved to the mare's left side. She tried to sidle away from him, but he grabbed the loop of tail hair and pulled her back to him. Without a word he began to paddle the mare's large bottom.
The mare jumped as the first blow fell. It took her a moment to realize that it did not hurt in the least. Indeed, she barely felt the caress of wood upon her buttocks.
The lion continued to paddle the mare lightly for several minutes. He moved around her behind being sure to repeatedly paddle all of her ass.
At first the mare just stood there. The paddling did not hurt, and if it made her Master happy she was not about to try to stop him. As the paddling progressed she found herself shifting from foot to foot but not in boredom. Her butt was taking on a light glow that was not at all unpleasant.
Still the lion continued to paddle the mare. Her pleasure increased with each blow. Soon she was leaning forward a bit and thrusting her ass out to meet the blows. Her hips began to gyrate in unison with the movement of the paddle over her behind. After some thirty minutes of the paddling her ass had a wonderful glow.
During all of this the fire in her crotch continued unabated. Her nectar was flowing freely down her inner thighs and drenching her pelt. She was moaning noisily into her gag again. It felt like her body was on fire, and she desperately needed the release of an orgasm to quench it!
Instead the lion stopped paddling her. She turned her head and screamed into her gag. She could not voice her anger, but it was clear in her stance.
"Oh. Mad at your Master for not finishing you off yet?
"I think that deserves a stronger beating."
The mare sucked in her breath. Belatedly she realized that she had gone well over the line by demanding something of her Master. Slaves never demanded anything. They only accepted whatever their Masters would give them - good or bad.
The lion picked up a three-foot long ash cane. The shaft was about the same diameter as his small finger. The lion resumed his position beside the mare.
"Keep your tail up."
The mare complied meekly. She could only hope her punishment would not be too severe.
With a flick of his wrist the lion brought the cane down dead center on the mare's warm bottom. She whinnied. The blow stung but not too badly.
The lion ran the cane over the curve of the mare's ass for several seconds before delivering a second stinging blow. The mare again whinnied at the sharp, short pain.
The lion continued to cane the mare for several minutes. He worked the cane over her entire ass. He always struck hard enough to sting but never hard enough to do real damage.
The fire in the mare's ass and crotch had been banked a bit by the thought of punishment, but the stinging blows served to not only rekindle the fire within her but to fan it to new heights. She was soon again dancing on the ends of her chains.
The lion shifted his delivery. He brought the cane up from beneath the mare and struck the bottom curve of her ass cheeks. The blows seemed to go right through her ass and into her pussy and clit. She arched her back and screamed long and hard as her orgasm burst within her.
The lion did not stop. He continued to cane the delicate underside of her ass. The mare lost all comprehension of the difference between pleasure and pain as the cane repeatedly struck the sweet spot of her bottom harder and harder. All she felt was wonderful orgasmic wave after wave.
The intensity of the orgasm simply could not be sustained no matter how much the mare desired it. Eventually her body stopped responding to the beating she was receiving. Drained of all energy, the mare collapsed. Without the chains supporting her she would have fallen to the floor in a heap.
Seeing the state of the mare, the lion stopped the caning and tossed the cane aside. He grabbed the mare's muzzle and forced her head up and around to look at him.
"Still think you do not want a beating from me?" the lion asked rhetorically.
The mare tried to look away in embarrassment. She was far from a virgin, but she had never been brought off in this manner before. It left her uncertain and confused.
The lion let the mare down. She lay on the rich carpeting. She was breathing hard through her wide-open nostrils, and her body was covered with lather. She did not receive a reprieve or a drink this time.
The lion turned the mare over onto her left side. He brought her wrists behind her and tied them off at the base of her spine. With somewhat surprising ease he lifted her from the floor and half carried, half dragged her to a long wooden table. He lay her upper torso down on the table while letting her legs fall over the side to the floor.
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The lion attached chains to the rings in her gag to prevent the mare from backing off the table. He used four long ropes to tie her legs tightly together at the ankles, calves, knees and thighs. He released her tail from its silken bindings, but then wrapped another rope around the tip of her tail and tied it to one of the ceiling beams.
["Bound](%5C)
"We will work on your pleasure priorities later. You will not be punished for finishing before me this time."
The lion paused significantly. The mare knew she had made a mistake and was glad her Master did not seem inclined to punish her.
"For now though, I am going to take my pleasure from you."
The lion slipped two fingers between her thighs. In this position the curve of her thighs and buttocks left her slit quite visible and accessible. The lion took advantage of that to force both fingers deep into her snatch.
"Well, you are nice and wet. As large as you are this should be no trouble for you."
The lion disrobed. The mare looked at him to see what his body was like underneath the light clothing.
The lion was heavily muscled with the look of a fighter. There seemed to be no fat whatsoever on him. His crotch was heavily furred, but jutting out from the pubic hair was a seven inch long pink shaft. The lion's penis was a good inch across. Beneath it were generous testicles.
The lion saw where his mew toy was looking and said, "I know it is not nearly as large as a stallion's, but you have to admit that it has some interesting accessories."
The accessories were many backwards facing barbs covering the surface of the shaft. They might feel good going in, but they would grab at the mare's vaginal wall when he withdrew. If her legs were spread she doubted they would matter much given the generous dimensions of her cunt, but with her legs tied together like this she was going to feel every barb.
The mare neighed in fear, but the lion ignored her,  He walked around to her left side. His paws stroked her behind. Gradually the gentle stroking calmed and cooled her.
When the mare was lying quietly the lion straddled her thighs. His balls grazed the back of her thighs, ad she shivered a bit at the thought of what would happen.
The lion grabbed the mare's ass cheeks.  He used his thumbs to pull open the crack of her ass and better expose her slit. She felt the pointed tip of his shaft brush against her slit. The mare clenched her ass cheeks in fear, but the lion thrust forward and buried the first two inches of his cock in her pussy.
The lion's barbed cock was far more stimulating than the smooth shafts of her former owners. She felt a sudden rush of warmth in her cunny. Just as quickly as it had come, the pleasure ended as he withdrew an inch of his dick. The barbs grabbed her vaginal walls. The mare whinnied in pain and tried to roll away from the lion.
The mare felt ten pinpricks. The lion had unsheathed his claws and buried the tips in her ass. The implication was clear. Either she remained still, or he would claw her. She had little choice. The mare rolled back onto her belly and lay still.
The lion continued to thrust and withdraw. He shifted his grip to her flanks but kept the tips of his claws buried in her tender flesh.
The mare groaned in pleasure with each forward thrust but neighed in pain when the lion pulled back out as he worked his cock deeper into her cunt. His balls rubbed lightly against the back of her thighs with each movement and tickled her to further confuse the issue.
Once again the difference between pain and pleasure blurred and began to disappear as the intense stimulation in her pussy aroused her. When the lion's belly started bouncing against the base of the butt plug all differences disappeared completely, and she was left lying on the table absorbing the pleasure coming from barbed intruder in her inner recesses.
The lion did not dally. After he hilted his dick in the mare he pulled it almost completely out and thrust hard repeatedly. Watching the mare writhe underneath her caning had been incredibly erotic, and he was primed and ready to erupt. After only a couple of thrusts he spurted hot jism into the mare's pussy. Copious amounts jetted from his cock and coated the inside of her hot, wet cunt.
The lion finished quickly and withdrew. He walked to a nearby table and took a drink of water. The mare whinnied pitifully. She was all hot and bothered, but the lion had not brought her off this time.
The lion watched the mare as she lay there pleading with him with her eyes. By the time he finished his drink he was hard again. Without preamble he walked back to the mare, swung his right leg over her thighs and buried his erection completely within her dripping cunt. He thrust hard and fast without regards to the equine flesh beneath him being pounded against the table . This time when the lion came with a loud roar the mare orgasmed as well.
The lion repeatedly covered the mare over the course of the next hour. The sex was quick and almost savage in its intensity as he thrust deeply and quickly into the mare, but her body responded with frequent climaxes of its own.
After an hour the lion seemed to grow a bit bored. He undid the chains attached to the mare's gag, cut the ropes, and flipped her over onto her back. He pulled her fully onto the table. He cut the ropes about her legs. The mare whinnied as circulation started to return to her extremities.
She had little respite. The lion pulled her arms over her head and used rope to secure her wrists to the head of the table. He spread her legs wide and used more rope to tie her ankles and knees to rings in the sides of the table. Her body was presented to her Master as an inverted Y with her large breasts prominently displayed. Her nipples were still hard and stood well above the light fur of her breasts.
The lion reached out and twisted the mare's right nipple hard. She screamed into her gag.
"Yes, I think I will enjoy playing with these for a while. In a day or two I will have them pierced after I decide what other parts of you I also want pierced for my play."
The lion pulled, twisted, rubbed and tweaked the mare's nipples. She writhed under his paws.
After several minutes of rough play the lion let go of her nipples. He picked up a long rope and made a slipknot at one end. He placed the loop around the base of her right breast and pulled it tight. The mare screamed as the cotton rope cut into the tender flesh of her boob.
The lion paid her no heed. Instead he proceeded to wrap the rope repeatedly around her breasts in a Figure 8 pattern. When he reached the end of the rope he tied off the end around her left breast.
The mare's already generous breasts slowly became engorged with blood that could not return to her body because of the rope wrapped around her breasts. With each beat of her heart a little more blood was forced into her breasts, and they grew even more. She could feel her sensitive breasts jump just a bit with each heartbeat.
The lion next picked up a dozen large clothespins.
"These should add a bit more interest to your breasts."
One by one the lion placed five clothespins in a star pattern on each of the mare's breasts. He applied the last two to the tips of her nipples. The mare could only scream as each clothespin was applied to her tortured flesh.
The lion left her to her misery while he got another drink. He stood beside the table watching the slowly writhing femfur as she desperately tried to relieve the pain in her bosom.
The lion returned with two more jugs. He released her gag and let it fall around her neck.
"Remain quiet," he cautioned her as he lifted her head from the table and placed the mouth of the larger jug to her lips.
The jug contained orange juice. The tart fluid was a welcome respite for the mare. She had not realized how thirsty she was until the thirst was quenched.
The second small jug contained tepid water.
"Wash your mouth out and then swallow," the lion instructed her.
The mare complied a bit nervously. Her Master obviously had soemthing planend for her, but she did not know what it could be.
The lion lowered the mare's head back to the table and set aside the jugs. He climbed onto the table and knelt over her stomach.
"I am going to play with your boobs. You get to blow me as well. Get me to come, and one of the clothespins gets removed. Get me to come thirteen times and the rope gets cut off.
"If I do not come, they stay on all night long, and we do this again tomorrow with another two dozen clothespins added.
"Do you understand?"
The mare tentatively nodded her head yes, though she was not quite sure how she was going to give the lion a blowjob where he was kneeling.
The lion grabbed the mare's breasts and forced them tight together to form an inviting tunnel. He thrust his hips forward and slipped his cock between her fleshy mounds. The tip popped out between the top of her breasts. The lion withdrew too quickly for her to do anything, but next time she was ready and gave the tip a quick lick with her tongue.
The lion continued to thrust his cock between her breasts. He varied his tempo so that sometimes she could barely touch it before it disappeared and other times she was able to take it into her mouth and properly attend to her Master's dick. The lion seemed to enjoy that and slowed his tempo until eventually he held still and allowed her to suck him to an orgasm.
The lion removed a clothespin from her left breast.
"One down, twelve to go."
It took a while, and her muzzle and inner mouth were coated with feline cum, but eventually she brought him to his thirteenth and final orgasm.
The mare watched with relief as the lion cut the rope about her breasts. Her head fell back as she felt the rush of blood returning to her body and the release of the extreme pressure in her mammary glands.
The mare missed the lion slipping between her legs, but she could hardly miss the feeling of his rough tongue furiously licking her clit. The sexual play had left her incredibly aroused, and her clit was fully engorged yet again.
The mare's body arched as an unexpected but massive orgasm tore through her body. Just as it peaked the lion grabbed the base of the butt plug and slowly pulled it out. The additional anal stimulation kept the mare at the very crest of her orgasm for an incredible minute.
It was easily the most intense sexual experience of her life.
Freed of the gag the mare filled the tower room with her piercing screams of pleasure.
Afterward the mare lay on the table panting hard. She could barely catch her breath. Her lungs were on fire. Every bit of energy had been drained from her body. Even if the lion had offered the mare her freedom if she could get off the table and crawl through the door she would have been unable to move.
The lion stood up and put on his clothes. He seemed to be slightly winded but far from exhausted.
The lion looked down at the mare and said, "The guards will be here shortly to take you back to your room where you may rest for the remainder of the night and tomorrow during the day."
The lion walked to the door and opened it. Halfway through it, he turned and added, "Tomorrow I will introduce you to anal beads and other toys."
The lion left and closed the door behind him.
The mare stared at the closed door. She could not help but wonder what anal beads were and if they would be as pleasurable as this night.
She looked forward to finding out the answer tomorrow night.