I expected to service my two new masters when we’d returned to my quarters, but instead they’d just left me alone. With the time alone I had, I cried into my bed. I had no more clothing, and I didn’t expect to get my dress patched and returned. For the first time, I truly felt like a slave, and it was horrible. By the time Cazis and Placias had returned, night had fallen and I was wholly defeated.
“It was a shame, you know, for Vralius to give you up,” Cazis told me, rather casually in fact, as he entered the room. Placias followed behind him. “For him, I mean. Placias and I are rather happy to have you.” Behind Cazis, I heard Placias chuckle in agreement.
I rolled over in my bed, to stare at them, but I didn’t respond. I was too tired.
“We thought now would be a good time to go over our rules,” Cazis continued, moving forward. He and Placias, though shorter than Vralius, were still quite large and they literally cornered me in my bed. “You will answer to ‘slave’, and will call us ‘master’,” Placias spoke up this time, and he leered down at me with those hungry eyes.
“Do not speak unless you are spoken to. You will answer us with ‘yes, master’ or ‘no, master’. Do you understand?” Cazis finished, letting his eyes rover over my naked body.
Shaking slightly, I sat up and answered in a whisper, “Yes, master.” Both of the centaurs smirked at each other, and Placias told me, “There’s very good. As long as you do what we say, you will not be harmed.”
I nodded slowly, dropping my gaze and lowering my head. In my periphery, I saw them move closer, and I knew what they were going to ask of me. I recalled how just this morning, I felt willing to service Cazis, or anyone, really, and knew that I was willing to do it now, dispirited as I was. If I were to be honest with myself, I knew I loved to be with the centaurs. Rough as they were, they were… exciting. I forced Vralius from my mind, breathed deeply for a moment, and then looked back up. They seemed to notice something in my gaze.
“We should be grateful, Placias,” Cazis said idly, catching onto my jaw, keeping my gaze on him, “She’s hardly been sullied by Vralius.” I heard Placias chuckle quietly, and then he told Cazis, “Good. I’m ready to break her in.”
His words sent shivers down my sides, and I wondered how I was to be shared. They beckoned for me to stand, and I did so, and then Cazis murmured, “I’d like to see how she is with me in her mouth. Get down on your knees, slave.” I shivered again, thinking back to when I’d first taken Vralius in my mouth, and how much he’d liked it… What was it, really, to do the same with Cazis? He might have been a brute, but he could give me what I desired, just like any of them could.
I obeyed his command, kneeling down and letting the centaurs position me and themselves how they desired. When Cazis motioned for me to start, I looked at his length and found him already hung. His manhood looked longer and thicker than Vralius’, and I took his tip into my mouth carefully. He gave a soft moan of pleasure as I began to suck on him, and Placias snickered softly. “Good, is she?” he murmured to Cazis, who replied, “Just wait until your turn…”
I closed my eyes, and found myself realizing, it wasn’t all that different. It was enjoyable, and the fact that there were two of them… I was already growing warm and wet. Cazis throbbed in my mouth, and I took more of him, while Placias said, “You’ve got two hands, slave, and I crave your touch.” I gave a soft moan of acceptance, and I reached out to take Placias in my hands. Pleasing them both at the same time made me even more excited, and desire them more.
Soon enough, my small room was filled with the groaning of the centaurs and my own moans as I pleasured them. Cazis came into my mouth and I swallowed it quickly, and once he pulled out I switched to Placias. He laughed and then groaned with pleasure, and thanks to my earlier work with my hands, he too came quickly. Both centaurs tasted different, though I didn’t prefer one over the other. When I finished, they smirked down at me and then helped me up.
“See, that wasn’t bad, now was it?” Cazis asked me, fondling my breasts. I blushed softly, and then replied quietly, “No, Master.” Placias came up behind me, and his hands groped my bottom. He placed his head near my ear and murmured, “Did you enjoy it? I’ll bet you did…” Blushing even more, I answered, “Yes, Master…”
Both of them chuckled, and Cazis lowered one of his hands to play with my womanhood, while Placias lifted a hand to grasp my breast. “When do you want to do this again?” Cazis asked me, while I moaned softly at his touch. Overwhelmed by their touches, which were actually quite gentle, I answered breathlessly, “T-tomorrow, Master?” They chuckled again, and Cazis replied smoothly, “Tomorrow, then…”
And then, without warning, they both stopped in their touching. I looked at them, silently questioning why they had stopped, and half of me expected an answer. I didn’t get one – instead, both of them just smirked and Placias told me, “See you tomorrow.” They left quickly, and I was left craving them. I throbbed with longing, and with no one to fulfill my desires, I laid back on the bed and began to touch myself.
I’d never done it before, since I’d had Vralius, and he was always more than willing to pleasure me, too, but it seemed my new masters wanted to keep me lusting. I was too eager, too excited to wait. I touched myself, first with a finger, mimicking how Cazis had done it, and Vralius before him. I played with my clitoris, drawing up the wetness from further down my slit to lubricate it and make it more pleasurable. I gasped and moaned softly, surprised that I could make myself feel this good alone. It wasn’t quite as good as how the centaurs made me feel, but I knew immediately that I could reach climax.
Excited by my newfound option, I slowed and explored my body. I had all night, after all, and there would likely be no one to interrupt me. My liquids were warm and thick, though not as thick as what the centaurs expelled. It was also clear, but it tasted nothing like how the centaurs did, and it left me even more intrigued. I climaxed once, just by touching and rubbing at my clitoris, and then I penetrated myself with two fingers. It felt strange, on the inside, my womanhood, but rubbing at the walls made me quiver and throb internally, and it felt amazing. I didn’t stop, and within only a few short minutes, I had climaxed once more.
I gave myself an hour or so to rest, and then I continued on, moving deeper than before and then using three fingers. The only thing I wished was that my fingers could grow and throb as the centaurs’ manhood did, but then again, tomorrow I would get two of them, or so I hoped. Grinning to myself, I decided my new enslavement would be even better than Vralius’, and it wasn’t long after I climaxed a third time to fall asleep. My dreams were filled with Cazis and Placias, filling me with their juices, and making me climax over and over. My subconscious had already forgotten about Vralius, and his betrayal, and for this, I was happy. I could move on with little trouble. Really, I would be better off now than I was before…
Morning dawned, just hours after I had fallen asleep, but I was too exhausted. I remained in bed for a good while, content to sleep the morning away, but I was awoken when my door was opened. Groggy and confused, I looked around, still laying there. It took me a few moments to realize that I was still naked, and the centaur in the room was neither Cazis nor Placias. It was the youngest centaur I had seen so far – my age, he looked, or perhaps a little older. Like all of the centaurs did, he regarded my body with lust, and then set down a platter onto the table.
“I’ve brought you your breakfast,” the centaur told me, flashing me a grin. The look he’d given me moments before had vanished when I caught him looking. I eyed him, curious but also wary. “Um… thanks, I guess,” I replied, wrapping my arms around myself. “I-I’ll get to it in a bit.” The centaur nodded, and his eyes swept over my body one last time before he left. Puzzled, I got up and waited until I was sure he was gone, and then went to my breakfast.
As I ate, I grew less groggy, but I still felt physically exhausted. After my breakfast, I crawled back onto my bed, but as my immediate sleepiness had worn off, all I cou
ld do was lay there. I wondered when Cazis and Placias would return; it made me anxious to think that they’d never specified a time, and in a way, that was my fault. Would I have to wait all day and night for them?
Groaning, I got back up and paced around the room. I was sure they would come back, but at the same time I wondered if they were going to leave me as they had last night, sexually frustrated and unable to quench my desires for them.
Heading to the window, I looked out at the trees. There was a soft breeze which permeated my room slightly, and I shivered as the wind played across my skin. I was going to go stir crazy in here, alone as I was. My quarters were a ways away from the central herd, I knew that much… There were no other slaves near me, as far as I knew, anyways. Back when I’d been Vralius’ slave, we’d gone outside at least once every other day. We’d always stay near my quarters, never really venturing closer to the camp. I doubted my new masters would grant me such a privilege, and so I knew the window was as close to the outside world as I would get.
Sighing softly to myself, I turned back to my bed and opted to go back to sleep, at least until Cazis and Placias got here.
I sensed that it was around noon or so, when I was woken up once again. A hand shook me, a little bit roughly, but it didn’t hurt. I opened my eyes and looked over, seeing the dark hand of Cazis on my shoulder. “Are you ready for us?” he asked, smirking softly as he pulled me out from my bed. I stifled a yawn, saying, “Yes, master,” as I stretched. Like usual, Placias was beside him, and both of them chuckled lowly.
“We figured, since you did such a great job last night, that we’d reward you…” Placias told me smoothly, letting a hand trail over my breasts. I shivered at his touch, and they both chuckled again. “Master?” I inquired, curious and beginning to grow excited. Although I had taken care of my desires quite nicely the night before, I was still curious about how it would be to have them take me.
“Who do you want first, slave?” Cazis asked, closing the space between us. Though at first I had feared him, when I was Vralius’ slave, I’d realized that really, they were all the same. They liked sex, and so did I. It didn’t matter who I was with. Looking at Cazis, I desired him the most. He was… impressively built. They all were, really, but Cazis seemed even more so. He seemed rougher, and I already knew his manhood to be larger than Vralius and Placias. As it was, it seemed Cazis was the dominant out of the two.
“I… I want you, Master,” I told Cazis, blushing and looking down. He chuckled softly, and his dark hand caught my chin, lifting my face up towards him. “Very well,” he replied, guiding me to bend over. I did so, feeling the adrenaline rush through my body as he reached down to run a finger up and down my slit, which was already growing moist. I moaned softly, and then I felt him move up over me. I quivered as his tip collected my wetness, and then moaned again as he pushed into me. My body resisted at first, but he forced himself inside me. I gasped out in a mixture of pleasure and pain; he was much bigger than Vralius had been, but it felt so good.
“How do you feel about taking Placias in your mouth, slave?” Cazis grunted as he thrust roughly into me. I gasped and moaned louder, and I panted, “G-good, Master!” I heard Placias chuckle his agreement, and then he moved in front of me. I grasped his length in my hands and then gladly took him into my mouth.
With Cazis’ rough thrusting, I was in danger of being pushed over, but Placias steadied me, and I sucked his head tenderly, but greedily, and soon I had him groaning. “You sure picked a good one,” Placias told Cazis, who laughed and then forced his shaft deep into my folds. I moaned loudly, wildly, and braced myself against Placias as I took even more of him into my mouth. Deep inside of me, I felt Cazis pounding his thick shaft against the walls of my womanhood, and I was moaning with pleasure, the sound muffled thanks to Placias’ member filling my mouth. I was so wet, and he so slick with my wetness, that he now thrust in and out with ease.
“Stop, slave, but keep your mouth open,” Placias told me after a time. I noticed they had a lot of control over their bodies, which made me even more lustful. We could go at this for hours, and I had a feeling my masters planned on it. I stopped sucking on Placias’ shaft, and he groaned softly before he slowly began to thrust into my mouth. I moaned with pleasure, feeling myself began to tighten.
“Ohh, that’s right, slave…” Cazis groaned, looping his arms around me and grasping my breasts tightly as he began to thrust faster, and harder. “Keep yourself tight, but don’t you come yet… you’ll be punished if you do.” I moaned in response, opening my mouth wider for Placias. He thrust deeper into my mouth, and into my throat. Luckily, I had to shift attention to keeping my throat relaxed, and so I staved off my climax for now.
I let them take me at their own pace, though they likely didn’t care what I wanted. Placias forced his whole shaft into my mouth, and I moaned loudly, letting my tongue rub against what it could. Groaning with pleasure, he shot his first liquid into my stomach, and then only moments later, Cazis shot his first liquid deep into my womb.
I whimpered softly, tightening even more, and Cazis groped my breasts tighter. “Not yet…” he crooned silkily, ramming into me. I gasped wildly around Placias’ girth, and then I felt myself climaxing. “Pull out,” Cazis told Placias, while he did the same, leaving me empty and burning for him mid-climax.
“I told her not to… now she’s getting bound,” Cazis continued, breathing heavily. From a satchel at his side, he pulled many vines, and my eyes grew wide as they bound my wrists together, and then bound each foot to two different les on my table, before they forced me to bend over it.
“Your punishment is simple… we’ll fuck you for the rest of the day, and the entire night. We won’t be stopping until the morning comes…” Cazis told me, mounting me again and roughly thrusting into me. I cried out with pleasure, wondering how this was a punishment. I’d get tired, sure, but I supposed they would get the most pleasure. My body had a limit of sorts for how often it could climax… and I knew, from my private experience last night, that eventually being taken would grow intolerable. Even so, I was glad it would be something I would, for the most part, enjoy.
The two centaurs took turns taking me, and they took short breaks, not allowing me to climax again. I suppose that was the real punishment – the unspoken one. An entire night of them, but having them stop just before I reached the edge… I was going to go crazy with lust, I knew. Unlike them, I was still inexperienced, and I didn’t have the ability to control my orgasms quite like they did. They could hold off all night, or shoot their seed into me after only a few minutes. They did the latter – not withholding any of their seed, they gushed into me until I was so full, it was coming out in streams. Every once in a while, they’d do the same into my mouth, which had the added benefit for them because it meant less pleasure for me. It truly was torture, despite how I enjoyed it. My body was exhausted, and I so longed to come…
Neither of them seemed to tire, but as day turned into night, I was exhausted. I couldn’t hold myself up anymore, but it didn’t really matter, since the table supported me. Whenever I dosed, they thrust into me harder, until I awoke. The night seemed to go on forever, and as the hours passed, I sense their energy diminishing. I sighed heavily, relieved, and then…
“Now we’ll fuck you until you climax, you little slut,” Cazis told me softly, switching places with Placias. I noticed the sun, barely peeking over the horizon. I moaned quietly, but my body was so tired, it took another hour for me to climax. I also ached horribly… there was truly nothing gentle about either of the centaurs.
As I climaxed, so did Cazis, and as soon as he was done, he pulled out. “Unbind her and put her in her bed,” Cazis directed Placias, as he left my room. Placias did so, and swiftly, but he took the time to take me, one last time. He shot his seed into me, and then, groaning, he moved me to the bed. I was asleep before he put me down, and I oozed their seed all over my bed.
I wasn’t given breakfast the next morning, a
lthough I considered it a good thing – I needed to sleep, after all, but when midday arrived, I was woken up by the same centaur from yesterday. I ached horribly, all over and inside me, and I didn’t want to move. “Are you alright?” the centaur asked me, sounding genuinely worried. I groaned a little and said, “I’m fine… Cazis and Placias didn’t let me sleep.”
The centaur just stood there for a moment, and then he brought my food to my bed. “I’m sorry. My name is Napius. You’re Nephele?” I nodded very slightly, stiff all over, and I sat up, taking the platter from him. I didn’t know why he stayed. He acted like he wanted to say something. I looked at him curiously, and he blushed. “I-I’m sorry. I’ll let you eat. Good day.” And with that, he left. Feeling confused, and still tired, I ate my lunch and then put the platter down, before once more going back to sleep. The next time I was awoken, night had fallen. I just hoped I hadn’t messed up my sleeping pattern.
I expected it to be Cazis and Placias, or even Napius… but I found Vralius entering the room. I immediately looked away, and brought my knees up to my chest. “What do you want?” I asked bitterly, turning to face the wall. I heard him sigh, and then he moved hesitantly towards my bed.
“I… I came to see if you were alright,” he responded quietly, albeit a bit stiffly. I glanced at him from over my shoulder, throwing him a withering look. “I’m fine,” I told him coldly, “You don’t need to check on me. I doubt Cazis and Placias will be happy about it.”
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