The Haunted House Ch. 13
Keywords: House, Ch., 13, The, Haunted,
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You know, you are so much stronger than us that we have to use these things to..." He stopped short of saying, "to control you." But Kiabo was staring at Kumbo's scalp, which was shining under the morning sun.
"This is another good thing you will get if you come to live with us," said Sean. "But only if you help us in what we need."
"And what is that?" Kiabo asked.
"You will have to follow the rules of the farm," said Sean. "Those are simple: we need your force and ability to help us carry things, to build stables and bridges – stables is where you will be lodged, Kumbo will tell about them – and to carry us where we have to go, because with our two poor, weak legs, we cannot walk much far."
The centaurs laughed. Sean was pleased to see their strong, square shoulders, their sculpted chests, their finely shaped equine bodies, and he tried to catch a glimpse of their cocks. They were limp under their bellies, but seemed quite capable of stretching to a very reasonable size. He waited calmly as the centaurs went aside to discuss his proposal; he took some apples from his pocket and gave them to Kumbo. The tame centaur ate them and winked to the others:
"Where I am living, you have plenty of those!"
Then Congo said:
"We will go with you... but you have to promise not to fight against us again."
"Kumbo will not be bad to you," said Sean. "He is my main helper and has learned to do all that we ask him. Isn't that true, Kumbo?"
"Yes, master," said the centaur as he finished his last apple.
"All right, we will go with you," said Congo.
Sean was extremely satisfied. He had just acquired five more males, and his mind worked quickly as he walked them to the farm. He would put immediately the sac rings on them; perhaps one could be trained to please him... He was anxious to feel a male centaur's tongue on his cock. Should them be gelded? "Maybe," he thought. But he was not sure. He would see...
They came to the farm's gate and were greeted by Linda.
"These are our new friends, Linda! Please take them to their new homes and give them plenty of fruits to eat. I think they are tired and hungry!"
Linda took the taurs to the new row of stables and showed each where he would stay. As they finished eating, she collared them one by one, and caressed each gently.
"I hope you will be happy here, my dears! You are so beautiful and strong... You will now let the lads show you what a saddle is and learn to carry a human, will you?"
Five lads came into the stalls, saddled the males and took them outside to ride them. They were still surprised with all the novelties, and let themselves to be trained. Congo was the fastest; the others were also good mounts, but more adapted to heavy duty. As the mares came back from their work, they were pleased to see that the males they already knew from their original herd had come to live with them. Ximbo greeted them as Pedro took his harness from him:
"Hello, you all! So, you are living with us now? You will like here!"
The next morning, as Linda brought the centaurs their breakfast, she caressed each male's cock to full extent and slid the sac ring on each of them. "Better take no risks," she thought, as she felt the young members getting stiff and the centaurs moan with her caresses. She did not make any of them cum, however; they were being expected at the place where a bridge was being built over a river that crossed the farm.
Kumbo was given the rest that Sean had promised him and slept the whole morning in his stall. He was left free to gallop on the fields, but, as he had nothing to do, he soon became bored and went to help the others with their work. He was proud to show to the new arrivals his knowledge about stones and how to carry them, and, besides, he wanted to see how they would react to his presence. But the five males were quite interested in what they were learning, so no trouble arose and all went well.
That same afternoon, two cables reached James's laboratory. One was from the Americans: the mares's cream had been tested and mingled with other ingredients to create an aphrodisiac in the form of pomade. Tests had shown that this pomade, if rubbed in small amounts to human pussies or tits, had a pleasant effect that lasted some hours. It was the perfect solution for frigidity, a condition that afflicted many women throughout the world. The FDA was sure to approve the new medicament, as it showed no special side effects after being tested exhaustively in several sorts of female mammals. They wanted as much of the cream as they could send, and as soon as possible. They were prepared to buy it and were making an offer of three hundred dollars an ounce.
The other cable was from India. James had got in touch with the Hindus in another connection, and had them know that he was raising centaurs in a tropical area. He had not been surprised to learn that, in India, a similar venture was being organized. But the cable said that the only male of that farm had been bit by a naja and had died the night before. Would Dr. Wilkins be so kind and send them some pints of centaur seed? They had seven mares in heat and needed that urgently. They would pay one hundred dollars per ounce of that precious substance.
James went to meet Sean.
"Sean! We have excellent news! We were so lucky to get the new males... Look at this!"
Sean read the cables and grinned.
"We need more females now," he said. "The ones we have cannot produce the required amount, as they are soon to deliver."
"My instruments have detected a huge herd, maybe some thirty creatures, not far from here... I knew that the ones we captured could not be the only ones. Look at this graphic. Each line means an individual. The lines are all tangled; I could not count them, but they are certainly numerous. And for sure you will have many more females than males, because of their habitude of sending away the defeated ones."
James showed Sean a small apparatus that seemed like a small vacuum cleaner.
"This is a cock drainer, my last invention. You put this tube on the taur's cock, and turn on the small motor. The seed gets collected here in the deposit, which is sterilized. Give me your finger, I will show you."
Sean put his finger into the tube and felt as the small brushes rubbed it from tip to base and back. "I see... you are truly the most fantastic scientist since Dr. No," he joked to James. How many of these do you have?"
"Three, but they are easy to build. I will have some more made, so we can drain all of them tomorrow."
"Let's test them on the taurs that are arriving from work," said Sean.
They went to the new males' stall and chose three of them: Moleke, Congo and Yoro. Sean entered Moleke's and said:
"My friend! I know that you have not had a female for a long time. But my friend here discovered a way to please you... May I touch your cock?"
The taur was surprised, but he nodded. He had been washed and brushed, and was eating his carrots. Sean sat by a stool and caressed the male's sac. He was pleased to feel the size of the balls inside, the rough skin of the sac, and the ring around the base of the cock. He ran his hand over the member and saw it stretch automatically. Sean approached his head and took a lick at it: he was curious to feel what the taste and touch of a black cock were like.
The centaur stopped eating his carrots and looked at what the human was doing.
"It is ok," said Sean. "You see this? This is like a female's cunt. It will go on your cock, and will make you happy... But I have to make it grow before it can go into it." He put his mouth again to Moleke's cock and lapped it in long, voracious licks. He circled the head and felt it swelling in his mouth. Moleke seemed to like that, as in fact he had never been allowed to touch a female. Since Kumbo and Ximbo had defeated them in fight, they had been wandering and had seen no other centaurs.
Sean tasted all of the centaur's cock. As he felt it was throbbing, he took his mouth out and inserted the cock into the drainer, then he turned the motor on. He smiled as he saw the effect on Moleke: the small brushes excited him to madness, he moved his body wildly, thumping his legs, rolling his eyes, his tongue out of his mouth. The climax came quickly and filled the balloon at the end of the drainer. The centaur gave out a long whine; he was panting from excitement and tried to take his cock out of the tube.
"No, my dear friend, we have to collect more of that," he said. Moleke looked to him surprised. "Now you take some rest, and soon the drainer will please you once more." From the next stalls, the whinnies of the other males were announcing that their seed had been safely expelled into the tubes. James showed his face on the stall door:
"It is working well! Let them rest a bit, then back to work!"
As the sun fell down, the centaurs were not allowed to sleep as they were used to. They were drained five times each, filling the flasks with their sticky, sweet cum. The farm helpers went from stall to stall, emptying the flasks, patting the taurs, talking to distract them, and feeding them a double ration of food to keep them calm. Finally, around ten o'clock, James weighed the amount they had collected and decided it was enough. The drainers were taken out from the males and they curled on the ground to sleep.
*11. A Sunday lunch*
Next morning, the semen of Sean's males was shipped to India. He smiled to himself as the motorcycle rushed to the airport: they were, definitely, in business! He went to see the mares. They were producing by now a fair quantity of milk, as their pregnancy was advanced; Dara and Samba were due to deliver next week, and the other three during the following fortnight. Sean had put to use the milking machine, and he decided to announce in the local newspaper that he had centaur milk to sell. Commands came quickly, as well as phone calls from neighboring farmers who wanted to see the beasts.
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Keywords: House, Ch., 13, The, Haunted,