Slave World (25 page)

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It seemed that even the most basic forms of foreplay were unheard of on breeding day. Cirus sure as hell didn’t need it, and because of the drugs, neither did I. My pussy was a boiling honey pot by the time we arrived at his much larger and richly decorated stall compared to mine. It might have taken a grand total of ten seconds before I was bent over with my ass sticking up in the air, getting fucked by my first taste of pony cock.

I clenched my jaw, eyes tightly shut, moaning softly with each rocking stab.
Damn he’s fucking huge!
As much as I couldn’t stand Cirus, at least the drugs made it pleasurable, too pleasurable in fact. I’d never felt anything like it, and I had to constantly remind myself of who I was with. I fought to stay focused on Nathan, imagining he was behind me instead.
Stupid drugs.

Surprisingly, it didn’t take very long before Cirus was able to take me with long, deep strokes that drove me wild, much to my dismayed delight. Whatever that stuff was the techs had shot me up with did the trick. I was so worked up and relaxed, aroused to the point of dripping consent, that my cunt surrendered to the unbelievable experience in no time at all.

Cirus growled, pounding into me harder while the grip of his large, beefy hands dwarfed my hips, pulling them back against him. I shivered, trying to spread myself wider, cunt sucking noisily at his cock like a greedy harlot. His immense shaft was crossed with hard veins, so engorged that they rippled the opening of my taut pussy like a tickler. It wasn’t long until the first threads of a massive orgasm began to take root between my thighs. I’d already had several smaller ones by now, the first only after a minute, if that.

You like fucking my tight pussy, don’t you, Cirus, you motherfucker?
My mind was somewhere else, filled with the insatiable lust of near insanity.
C’mon, is that the best you got? Fuck me harder! Give it to me!

He sensed my uncontrollable gluttony, as I pushed back again at him, inching my knees further apart. Most of his thick, sixteen-inch length was inside me now, building into a steady rhythm, as balls the size of small fists slammed between my legs, slapping my clit from below every so often. There was no way I should be able to take him like this; it was anatomically impossible, I knew that for a fact, but here I was, impaled like a pig on a spit, as my voracious pussy continued to be pummeled into tenderized meat. I moaned with stuttering gasps while my body undulated uncontrollably, working itself closer to release.

I leaned forward, looking between my bouncing cleavage. I could see the bulge from him pushing into me, protruding slightly below my rib like his dick was trying to force its way through my skin, over and over again. It was turning me on even more to watch it, to think about it inside me. It was like some kind of depraved cock dream come true.

“I said I’d have you, 18,” Cirus growled, speaking for the first time since hauling me out of the dining room. “I’ve suffered with the scent of your cunt since you arrived, but it’s mine now, understand?” His thrusts continued to grow in both speed and power.

I looked at him over my shoulder; something didn’t sit right with me. He was sweating heavily, more than he should be, and the veins of his neck and arms were so defined they looked ready to burst. There was a crazy look in his eyes as well, not just lust or anger, but rage and hate.

“You think you can take the Mistress from me? You think you’re so special? You’re nothing! You got to be with the Mistress at the party, and I had to fuck that snot nosed daughter of hers instead. The Mistress is mine, understand?”

Well this is a bit of a mood breaker; here comes the grudge fuck I was expecting. Dammit, Cirus, why couldn’t you keep your big trap shut for a little while longer? I’d been so close.

Then it hit me, the jammer!
Maybe I can get some answers out of him about what the hell is going on around here?
Besides, it was starting to hurt. He was hammering into me with the force of a pile driver now, and I was about two seconds away from getting whiplash. I may have to put up with this kind of crap from the Master, but not Cirus.

I’d almost left the jammer in my stall this morning, after finding a nice little hidey-hole for it under the lip of my refresher basin. It bothered me trying to keep it in all the time; the goo was starting to irritate the inside of my rectum, and it made me feel like I constantly had to go to the bathroom. Unluckily for Cirus, I didn’t.

I reached between my ass cheeks amid his brutal ravaging, slowly pushing it out, craftily palming it. I hid it in front of me, removing the goo covering, turning it on. That same weird vibration passed through me as before.
Okay, Cirus, playtime’s over.

I rolled on my back, kicking out with both my feet, hitting him in the chest. Cirus was knocked to the floor stunned, giving me the opportunity I needed. One of my knees landed in his groin just hard enough to knock the wind out of him.
Oh, that’s gotta hurt!
Cirus cried out in pain and surprise, reaching for his balls, and I straddled him, pinning his arms with my legs, hand on his throat.

“Get…off… me!” He began to buck and flail, nearly tossing me in the process. Despite my strength, Cirus still had a lot of weight behind him and was stronger than I expected, a lot stronger. I felt my legs start to give way.

“Shut up and stop moving, or I’ll kill you.”

“You can’t…”

I squeezed his neck until he started to gasp, eyes bulging in fear. “Can’t I? Try me, asshole. Calm down or I will, understand?” I wouldn’t have really killed him, but he had to believe that I would. I don’t think the Master would take too kindly to that, no matter how much he enjoyed whipping my ass raw.

I let up on the pressure just enough so he could breathe. Cirus stopped moving with a smug, knowing expression; I knew exactly what he was thinking.

“They’re not coming, Cirus, the guards can’t hear or see a thing right now. It’s just you and me so I suggest you stop fighting and answer my questions.” His confidence wavered, disappearing entirely.
That’s right you ass, it’s starting to finally sink in, isn’t it?

“I’d much rather fuck you, but if you what to talk, than do it.” I surged up and down on his chest like a limp body in the surf. “What do you want?”

“Yeah, well I’d much rather fuck too, but you kind of ruined that, didn’t you?”
Damn, did I just say that?
“I want to know what’s going on with you and the other ponies. I know the Mistress didn’t give you permission to come in and take anyone of us when you feel the urge, so who did?” His face paled.

“How did you know…?”

“I know lots of things, Cirus. I know you like the Mistress and she feels the same about you.” He was getting nervous.

“No one can hear us?”

“No, Cirus, they can’t.”

“I can’t help it. I…I need to fuck them. I need to fuck every chance I get. I don’t know why. I don’t want to, but if I don’t it feels like I’ll explode. Even now it hurts; you have to let me finish, 18, please!” He was talking crazy, not making any sense, eyes locked on the steaming prize of my creamy cunt just inches from his face. His nostrils flared like a balloon trying to breathe in my freshly fucked scent.

“I have a name, Cirus, it’s Margo. The Mistress gave it to me, so use it.”

“Fine, Margo, let me finish, I have to!” His tongue flicked outward, seeking my engorged lips that mercilessly taunted him just inches out of reach.

“Answer my questions first, and then we’ll see about that.” He was shaking in frustration, and I almost felt sorry for him; he looked so pathetic. I reached back starting to stroke that slick, throbbing monster of his, a little more anxiously than I intended. He shivered beneath me.

“Talk to me, Cirus.”

“The Master told me to do it. He said that if I keep an eye on the stables, and told him things he wouldn’t stop me from seeing Donna. That feels good, Margo, faster,” he panted heavily, closing his eyes. “He doesn’t like Overseer Burke, and wants me to watch him as well.”

Cirus still wasn’t making much sense. As for being the Master’s narc I could understand, but giving Cirus a free run of the stables with the other ponies? Was it nothing more than a simple reward for a job well done? Maybe…

“Faster, Margo, please. Your hand feels so good.” He was rubbing my thighs now straining his neck upwards trying to lick me again. I switched hands, smearing the wonderful residue of our mixed sex across my cheek, over my lips…
The scent, oh yes…
I felt myself slipping into unknown territory.

“If you like Mistress Donna, than why the fucking around on her, Cirus?

“I told you, I can’t help it! I don’t want too, but...” It almost looked like he was in pain. Fine, whatever, if this would get him to talk, then I could deal with letting him fuck me again.
Oh jeez, who am I trying to kid?

I leaned forward, and slid the enormous blunt tip of his cock between my legs again. This is just too weird. I was actually
letting
him fuck me, the thing I vowed never to allow in the first place.
I needed the information, didn’t I?
I sank down lower on it, riding him at a slow and easy pace I was comfortable with this time.
Damn he feels good.
I was stuffed to the gills with hot pony cock again, in no time.

“He told me I could fuck the other mares so it wouldn’t hurt. The guards let me in at night when the Overseer isn’t around. I do it for Donna; I’ll do anything for her.” I started to release the pressure on his arms, moving my hips grudgingly in time with his thrusts. I cursed at the shit they put in to me; I was enjoying it again, and I couldn’t help it.
Forgive me, Nathan.

“Come on, Cirus, I’m letting you fuck me, so move your ass like you mean it.”

I leaned forward burying my face in his sweat-covered neck, letting his thick, yet strange man/pony smell drive me wild. His hands moved to my hips, pulling me downward to meet his frantic thrust’s half way.
Oh yeah, that’s the stuff.
Cirus’ cock was so hard it felt ready to burst its seams. “Keep talkin’ Cirus, what else,” I groaned in a thick southern drawl. “And don’t you stop fuckin’ me for one moment, you hear?” The slapping of our flesh grew noticeably louder.
I must really be worked up. I hardly ever let my grammar slip during sex.
What’s happening to me? All I could think about was him cumming inside me.
Yes, Cirus, breed me.

“He rewards me after I fuck the other mares, he lets me see Donna so we can be together, and that’s all.”

“That just don’t make no sense, Cirus, there has to be more to it than that.”

“I tell him what the Overseer is up to, and have sex with the mares, that all!” His hands moved upward to my breast, kneading them roughly while I enthusiastically pounded down on his shaft.
Mmmm yeah, just like that.
I’m fucking the alpha stallion, and a part of me never wanted it to stop.

“She doesn’t know about any of this, the trips to the others at night. Please don’t tell her what I’m doing.”

Cirus’ thrusts grew quicker and I sat up, bouncing on his entire length, rocking my hips back and forth with lighting speed. I was a fucking machine now, with a single purpose of milking his cum-laden balls for every drop. My frantic actions finally gave me what I wanted.

With a loud grunt of release, and a screeching moan on my part, Cirus came like a gushing firehose. I flinched, gasping in surprise as each hot, cyclic blast sprayed deep inside me. I sank down on it all the way, letting it pelt the door to my hungry womb. It was the most amazing sensation, and I intended to ride to the very end.
Shit, I’m cumming with him!

“That’s it, Cirus, pump it in to me, fill ma pussy with it!”

I threw my head back, whinnying so loud it hurt my throat. My single orgasm grew into a series of continual releases, while my cervix dipped spasmodically into the milky pool, trying to draw it further inside me. I was an eager mare being bred by our Alpha, and the primitive instinct of my body had every intention of bearing his young, if such a thing were possible for me, that is.
Jeez, does it ever end?
I couldn’t believe how much Cirus was shooting into me; I could actually feel the bloated pressure inside me, like I was some sort of cum-filled balloon.

After an eternity it finally began to subside, and Cirus’ hold on me grew lax. He looked calmer now, just like I felt, the both of us coming down off a mutual, sexual high. I slowly rose off him, shaking, weak in the knees with a glowing aura of sexual contentment. I couldn’t do anything but stare in shock at the downpour of seminal fluid and sticky tendrils leaking from me, splattering atop Cirus’ muscular legs.

I don’t know what came over me earlier; I’d felt starved, out of control no different than Cirus in a way. What the hell was it about him that I couldn’t resist; that I didn’t want to resist? Just the imaginary thought of being impregnated by him, left me feeling inebriated. I’d just been bred for the first time, no different than an animal in heat, no different than a mare in season. I strove to choke back another whinny of happy satisfaction.
Damn drugs! Damn fucking drugs…I’m so sorry, Nathan.

I retrieved the jammer, glaring down at Cirus. “Never touch me again,” I snarled faintly, shamefully wishing I could hop right back down on his delicious cock for round two. “Don’t think for a moment that just because I let you do that to me, you can pay me a visit whenever you want, understand? And not a word about this to anyone or I will kill you. Not even the Overseer could stop me in time if I wanted to.” White lies of course… He nodded wearily in defeat.

I stashed the jammer and left without another word. I’d have to find a way to talk with Nathan in private when he got back, and fill him in on what little I had found out from Cirus. I didn’t make it ten feet down the hall before another stallion confronted me. I tried to protest, to push him away, to make it to my stall and hopefully hide for the rest of the day, but one of the guards was watching me. I was supposed to want it; this wasn’t normal behavior for a mare. Maybe in the back of my mind I did.

I gave the guard’s lingering stare a forlorn look, slowly taking pony 4’s outstretched hand, following him obediently to his stall. Before the day was through, I had to breed with six more stallions after Cirus. Thank god there was only so much time set aside for it or I may have had to do more of them. They were actually waiting in line for a turn with me, and it made me feel like such a whore for the first time in years. I’d openly betrayed the only man I’ve ever cared for besides my father, with seven others in the span of half a day, but what crushed my heart to splinters was I enjoyed it, every bit of it. I hate this fucking place…