Centaur's Captive
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"Prove to the village that she is chaste."
The 'horse' was a primitively carved statue, with a golden, almost conical phallus behind it's shoulders. The shaft was as thick as her wrist before it widened and joined the rough stone. Daemon lifted her until she was astride the oiled monstrosity. Sahra screamed as he released her and the first inches penetrated her tender pussy. Sure that she was being split in two she clutched at the stone, her hands too slick to find purchase, her feet dangling inches from the floor.
"RIDE." The voices echoed around her. No one pushed her - they didn't have to. Feather soft touches on her breasts and between her legs made her jump and shake. Every breath - every movement caused her body to impale itself further onto the golden staff. Hot, virgin's blood mixed with the oil and the feeling wrenched another scream from her. "RIDE!"
Although the golden phallus was thick, it was mercifully short and soon her bottom touched the rough hewn stone at it's base.
Sahra was sure that she was torn asunder. That her feminine passage was ripped beyond repair. Yet in the back of her mind she knew that a child could fit - with much stretching and screaming - and so would her Centaur Lover.
"She bleeds... she is opened for her mate. Take her to the mounting block."
Again, strong hands lifted her, this time laying her on a sizable slab of stone padded with soft woolen sheepskins. The block was barely as wide as her body and her arms hung limply on either side. Daemon's huge body approached as his disturbingly, perfect human hands traced every inch of her white, silken flesh. Again she arched into his touch like a wanton creature.
Callused hands stroked and lifted her long slender legs as his body inched over hers. Soon she felt the thick, blunt tip of his cock press against the torn and tender flesh of her pussy. Sahra panted and whimpered as he inched into her - she could feel the very walls of her insides blossom and unfold to take him. The coarse hide of his belly rubbed her clitoris almost past bearing as he continued his painful progress.
"Please...Daemon...please...." Sahra moaned as he hit - then pushed aside an obstacle inside her belly. This time when she screamed it was different. Even though she was in pain, her traitorous body clenched around his horse cock as if to draw him completely inside her. She forgot the pain, the crowd watching her and her inhibitions as she opened to his short, potent thrusts. Her legs cramped and trembled as they opened wider than she'd thought possible. "Rip me to pieces... I don't care..."
"She finds pleasure in the first time?" A woman's voice murmured nearby.
"She is rare." The elder leaned closer and ran his big hands over her breasts. "She finds pleasure, even in pain."
The cock inside her seemed to get even larger as she arched and clawed at the glossy hide. Molten heat filled her with every thrust as she closed down and milked his pounding cock with all her strength. Heat flushed over her body in waves as the room went dark and all sensation ceased.
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I got the standard G I issue Dear John letter, for a long time I felt that life wasn't even worth living. I volunteered for every dirty, dangerous, mission I could, might as well die a hero as a coward. When the war ended, I found that I was still among the walking dead. I had nothing to go home to, the only thing back in the States for me was an empty bed and hard feelings.
I rolled another cigarette and wallowed in my own pity. I could feel Alice standing behind me, I knew she was there. I sat there waiting for the Dear Joe speech, at least Alice would have the class to tell me in person, it wasn't going to be from four thousand miles away this time.
"If you're done massaging your damned male ego, perhaps you'll let me finish what I was saying. I was about to say that I've never felt that way before, never felt so violated, so humiliated. With you Joe, it's about gentleness and love. I'm not some damn piece of meat to be used Joe, I want revenge. I want you to make those bastards pay for what they did to me," and the crying started again. What a heel I felt like right then, my wife had been raped by a celestial entity and all I could think about was my own insecurities. But I also felt the weight lift from my chest, I was relieved to hear she wasn't the cheating bitch that Susan was. After some thought, the story she told was too ridiculous not to be true, and I'd seen the spaceship with my own two eyes.
There comes a time in a man's life that he has to stand up and fight for what is his, whether the threat comes from next door or some other planet. This was my time, and it was mine to do. I hadn't fought for my last wife, and I was starting to believe that I didn't love her as much as I thought I did. But Alice, I did love her, and I was now ready to start an intergalactic war for her.
How does one get abducted by an alien? That turned out to be the easy part of my plot, they were coming back for another session with Alice. The unknown part was if I could handle them when they took me in Alice's place? There were several people at the Area working on a 'fly by thought' theory, telekinesis they call it. From Alice's scientific recounts, they concluded that it was her thoughts and memories that they were after. If I could will myself to feed them 'bad data' as it were, I might be able to overpower them.
This was awfully risky at best, but I had been disciplined not to break under pressure in my CIA days. Even under extreme torture, I would only give erroneous information. Incredible you say, well the Area thrives on the incredible and ludicrous. Don't feel bad if your mind won't allow you to grasp concepts beyond your known world, it happens to most people that have never been to the Area.
When Alice found out what I planned to do, she fell apart. She begged and pleaded with me not to go through with it. When she asked for revenge, she thought we would simply fire a missile at them or something along those lines. She had never intended for me to be the one to do the actual payback. But shit, she was my wife, I had to be the one.
I switched beds with Alice, hoping they would home in on a location. If I was right, they would get a big surprise when I materialized instead of Alice. Night after night I waited for them to take me, they had indicated to Alice that they would be returning for future studies with her. The weeks passed very slowly for me, no aliens and no love from Alice. She was pissed off at me for risking my life for the revenge she said she didn't want anymore, not at the risk of losing me.
I had dreams when I could sleep, which wasn't very often. I dreamt of awful creatures with fangs and claws, is that what I would find? I was getting worried about my plan, the dreams were starting to wear me down. Would these creatures kill me, or worse yet eat me?
I was visioning being consumed, I swear I could feel teeth gnawing at my fingertips. The tingling went up my arm and quickly spread throughout my chest. I was wide-awake now, and I felt myself being squished and squeezed. I held my hand to my face, and I could see Alice sleeping in the bed next to me, right through my palm and fingers. It was just exactly how Alice described it.
The soothing voice was saying my name, "Joe, Joe are you with us?"
Oh I was with them alright but I couldn't move. I was strapped to the metallic table, naked and cold, "What do you want from me?" I barked. "Why are you doing this?"
"We only wish to study you Joe, we were expecting Alice again but you will do nicely Joe,"
The monotone voice continued, "We are not here to hurt you Joe, please cooperate with us, you may even find it pleasurable."
"What do I do? I just want to get this over with," I complied.
"Wise decision Joe, you only have to think pleasant thoughts. We will do the rest."
"And what happens if I don't? Will you kill me?" I honestly wandered.
"No Joe, we are not here to harm you. Violence is a human concept, we are not human, Joe."
"Why should I think pleasant thoughts?" I questioned, trying to stall and learn at the same time.
"When you feel pleasure, we will feel pleasure. We come for knowledge Joe, and we like pleasure. A rather interesting benefit from our studies Joe."
I knew in an instant where to begin. I envisioned my ex wife on here knees, she was dressed in the sheerest negligée. My body immediately began to respond, I'd seen this scenario in my head a thousand times before. Gingerly, she took the smooth soft flesh into her mouth, holy smokes, that woman knew the French art of pleasing her man. The cock grew ever larger as she ministered her talents, using her tongue and her teeth to her best advantage.
The voice could feel it too, "Yes Joe, that is very good, please continue," I noted some emotion now.
My ex-wife continued her imaginary blowjob in my head. I was felling the effects, my cock was rock hard. I continued to see the erotic images, taking me deeper and deeper into the emotion. Then, as always, I saw the man being fellated wasn't me. My penis went slack, the pain was immediate and agonizing. My heart was torn, my stomach wretched at the memory. I was reliving the whole sordid lie that was my first marriage.
"Joe, what are you doing Joe? Please stop immediately Joe," the voice uneven with fear.
My thoughts of pain now turned to the time a few weeks ago, the time I spent agonizing while searching for Alice. It occurred to me that this was far more painful than even the thought of my ex cheating on me. The thought of losing Alice was almost too much to stand, and the voice was now showing it.
"Joe, please stop, you must stop this now Joe," the stress was evident, I had them by the balls now.
"Free me, or I will continue." I ordered.
"We can not do that Joe,"
I thought of Alice strapped helplessly to the metal table, my heart went out to her.
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