THE MOUNTING BLOCK used in Dorrkar’s tent wasn’t all that different from what was used in Duke Nuekome’s manor house. The design was the same, maybe it was made of roughhewn wood and lacked padding, but it was well-worn and much older. When Proval and Dorrkar came to the tent where Lianna waited the Ruta and Miri, right away her lover ordered her to the mounting block.
She almost ran to it, eager to prove herself in front of her lover’s uncle. Unlike her first time at the Duke’s house she wasn’t tied down to the mounting block, she just gripped the bars in the correct spot, arched her back, and offered up her wet pussy to Proval. There was much laughing and drinking when Proval and Dorrkar had returned. All the women knew what to expect, it was just how the centaur’s wanted them; they were just waiting for orders. Once the command came, Lianna knew exactly what she had to do. She knew she was being tested, not by Proval, but by Dorrkar. The older centaur watched the entire mating with his sharp eyes.
The mounting block wasn’t much more than an inclined bench with some attached rests for her knees and forearms. There were obvious ways that she could have been tied down, Lianna saw that, but those weren’t necessary. Strictly speaking the mounting block wasn’t needed for a centaur to fuck a woman. Traditionally a centaur’s wife would get down on her hands and feet, bent over with her ass in the air, and he would mount her like an animal, slowly forcing her down as he took his pleasure from her. The mounting bench just made the positioning of their bodies that much easier.
It also made it possible for those watching to get a proper view of the woman as she was fucked. That was the true purpose of the mounting block; it made the centaur’s wife an object of pleasure for all those watching.
This wasn’t anything new for Lianna. She had been fucked multiple times by Proval, her only real lover. She had played around with boys back in her village before she had been sold into slavery but had never been actually fucked. Proval had been her one and only lover. It wasn’t unheard of for women to not be able to accommodate a centaur’s cock. Death wasn’t unknown, though it was rare. But that wasn’t Lianna. She could take the massive member of a centaur with ease. And not just with ease. She enjoyed it.
Proval was eager to prove to his uncle what he had accomplished during his time away from the herd. Bringing home a wife was a great accomplishment…if he knew how to use her. His cock was hard just from watching Lianna get on the mounting block. He didn’t make her wait. He went right to her, put his four equine feet in place around her body, and bent down to push his cock between her wet and glistening pussy lips.
For just a moment her cunt resisted penetration by the long and thick weapon that hung under his body. It was hard, prominently hard. While it wasn’t an iron bar, it was more than sufficient for the service it was being pressed into. After just a few seconds of defiance her lips split and Proval was able to sink his rigid pink cock deep into her. Proval didn’t do anything obvious once he was inside Lianna, he didn’t look over at his uncle nor did he ask if he was doing it correctly, but he did surreptitiously glance over at his uncle for half a second, making it seem like he was adjusting his stance.
Dorrkar was on one of the thick woven rug that covered the tent’s floor. He was lying down with Miri curled up next to him. His large hand periodically stroked the wife from the top of her head down along her back ending up on her buttocks, where he patted her tattooed flesh. Both wore impassive expressions on their faces.
Once Lianna was properly mounted, her body responded as it always had. She started panting and writhing under treatment of Proval’s cock. She could feel him deep within her and she wanted—needed—him to cum inside her. She loved the feeling of his thick cum filling her up and splashing out between her legs. It was the perfect sensation, making her feel wanted and used and owned and loved.
She didn’t know if Proval felt the same way about their matings. He was always eager to fuck her but said little about it beyond claiming he liked fucking her and giving her instructions on how better to please him.
It didn’t take either one of them very long to cum. Traveling through the grasslands had been difficult on both of them. They didn’t really have time to fuck on the run because they were undoubtedly being pursued by the duke’s men. This was as much a celebration of their escape as it was a performance for Dorrkar. Lianna cried out several times letting those watching know she had climaxed and was ready for more. Her pleasure calls were enough to push Proval over the edge and he came, filling her up and overflowing with his cum. He grunted hard with each spurt, using her body for its intended purpose.
Lianna felt a moment of sadness as he withdrew from her, but she knew he would want to fuck her again soon enough. Proval stumbled away, then got his feet properly underneath him, and proudly walked to his place of honor on a rug next to his uncle. It took Lianna a minute to climb off the mounting block and start to make her way back to the other side of the tent. But Dorrkar stopped her.
“Hold,” he barked out as he stood up, pushing Miri aside. “I want a turn at her, if you don’t mind, nephew.”
This was something new to Lianna. Something she didn’t expect. She froze, and then looked across the tent where Proval had already settled down onto his rug. It wasn’t all that surprising when he nodded the affirmative. “Get back on the block,” he barked at Lianna.
She hurried to comply, partly because she knew she had to and partly because of the tone of his voice. She liked being told what to do.
And—secretly—on the inside hidden away even from herself, she wanted to see what it was like to fuck a different centaur.
But she also was nervous. She’d never fucked anyone other than Proval in her life and she was made doubly nervous by being fucked by Proval’s uncle right in front of him. If seeing his lover used by his uncle made Proval upset, it didn’t show on his face.
As she reset herself on the mounting block, Miri knelt down next to Dorrkar where he was waiting impatiently. Lianna couldn’t see exactly what Miri was doing, but it was easy to guess. She was sucking on the centaur’s big cock. Whether he actually needed such attention or if Miri was just asserting some sort of status with the handsome centaur, Lianna didn’t know. All she could do was wait patiently. It occurred to her that she was in the same position among the centaurs as she had been when entering Duke Nuekome’s service. She was at the bottom, she had no status whatsoever. She was just a toy for them to play with.
She had no complaints.
Once Miri was done, Dorrkar moved in close. Lianna could smell his musky scent and feel the heat coming off his body. When he was in position she arched her back and widened up her stance. Dorrkar’s cock wasn’t any bigger than Proval’s. As soon as he pushed into her, Lianna realized that. But it didn’t matter. It felt good. This was the life she was born for, to be fucked by huge centaur cocks and used for their amusement. Dorrkar’s big cock started to piston in and out of her pussy. She responded to him as she always responded to Proval’s cock. It was a mix of pleasure and desired and a need to properly combine the two.
Dorrkar had more control than Proval did. He fucked her longer and harder than Proval did. He made her cum more times than she could remember. Her body was little more than an exhausted bundle of nerves and limp muscle by the time Dorrkar came, flooding her cunt with is copious spunk.
After withdrawing he wiped his horse-like cock on her back, cleaning it off, and nodding once to his nephew. “She’ll do. You can have her.”
Lianna found she couldn’t move off the mounting block. She was breathing more heavily than she thought possible for someone who was just laying down, getting fucked. Her body was covered with sweat. Centaur spunk was leaking from her cunt, dripping down the insides of her thighs. Her body was thoroughly used. After a bit more rest she managed to turn her head and look at her lover. Proval was staring at her, nodding and grinning.
She barely remembered stumbling to her place on the wives’ rug and falling asleep. When she woke up her muscles were still sore, but Ruta was shaking her awake. Light was streaming into the tent from the open flap. “Wake up,” the slightly built brunette was saying, lisping slightly around the metal coil in her lip. “It’s time to get ready.”
“Ready for what?” Lianna asked as she struggled to her feet.
“Time to get you properly presented for Proval,” Miri snapped as she approached the two from the opposite side of the tent. It was early in the morning and yet Miri looked like she had been up for hours and was prepared for the day. And oddly beautiful as well. With the tent open and the morning light streaming in, Lianna got her first really good view of the other woman. She wasn’t nearly as tall as Lianna, but had full breasts and wide hips, which was the perfect body for being fucked by a centaur. Her red hair was tied back in a braid revealing the plentiful freckles sprinkled all over her skin. Lianna knew some girls back in her village that had similar freckles, but not nearly as many. Miri had so many, she reasoned, because she spent most of her time naked like other centaur wives.
The morning light revealed that her skin was covered not just with freckles, but with tattoos as well. Her tattoos were little tiny flowers so that they almost blended in with her freckles. Green vines were drawn on her body, up her legs, across her torso, and down her arms. From the vines the small red, yellow, and blue flowers sprouted.
Beyond the tattoos other changes had been made to Miri’s body, the most obvious of which were metal studs through her nipples, similar to Ruta’s, and large hoops were forced through her earlobes. She had a heavy ring through her septum, emerging from both her nostrils and hanging against her upper lip. Lianna couldn’t help glancing between the other woman’s legs, but didn’t see any jewelry dangling there, unlike Ruta. She did, however, sport a rather large ring through her belly button; the gold ring caught Lianna’s attention. But then she noticed that Miri’s belly was bulging ever so slightly. Her first instinct was to suppose that the redhead was fat because of her position of status with Dorrkar, and then the more obvious reason dawned on her. Miri was pregnant.
“But they had me last night.”
Miri snorted and shook her head. “So they fucked you. So what? You don’t look like a proper centaur’s wife yet. It’s my job to fix that.” She flicked her eyes over to Ruta. “I’m taking her to Dirna. Get my tools ready for when I return.”
Ruta shivered and nodded.
“Who is Dirna?” Lianna asked as Miri grabbed her elbow and propelled her out of the tent.
“She’s the woman who is going to place your rings.”
As it turned out Dirna was an older woman whose long black hair had a few streaks of gray in it. Her body was completely covered in tattoos. As far as Lianna could tell, none of the images were body paint. Various bits of metal jewelry adorned her flesh here and there, but what struck Lianna the most were the nipple rings the centaur’s wife wore. They were easily the thickness of a man’s finger ring. They weren’t merely decorative; they were dragging her nipples and breasts downward from their weight.
Lianna took all of this in when Miri ushered her into the tent occupied by Dirna. The tent was slightly smaller than the one occupied by Dorrkar if that was any true measure of status in the centaur herd.
“New one for you, Dirna,” Miri barked out the moment they pushed through the tent flap. Dirna was sitting in front of a brazier where leaves and small bits of vegetation were slowly roasting, a thick, lazy smoke rising up from the slow-burning flame. “Time to get her ready.”
Dirna looked up at the pair, not surprised, but bored. Her eyelids barely opened enough for her to actually see them. After taking a few breaths of the smoke-laden air Lianna realized the woman was intoxicated by the sweet haze. Her head slowly started to spin but it wasn’t in the same euphoric manner she felt when Proval fucked her.
“What does she need?” Dirna managed to slur out at them.
“Everything, but you can start with her tits. See how much she can take and then send her back to me when you’re done.”
When Miri started to turn on her heel and leave, Lianna grabbed her by the arm, restraining her. The redhead glared and her but Lianna ignored the possible consequences of such rudeness. “You’re not going to leave me here with her, are you?” Lianna wasn’t sure what scared her more, being alone with the mind-addled woman or facing what Dirna was supposed to do to her.
“Of course I am,” Miri grunted, shaking Lianna’s hand loose. “What are you going to do about it?”
“I…I’ll leave. There’s no guard here.”
Miri burst out laughing. “No, there isn’t, but you’re a stupid girl if you think we need guards to keep you here. How long did you march with Proval to get to our camp? Do you think you could make it that far by alone on your tender feet?” Her lip curled up into a sneer. “Do you think you could outrun a centaur for more than fifty feet? Do try. The consequences you suffer will be worse than what the old crone will do to you today.”
At the old crone comment, Dirna grunted but gave no other reaction beyond the simple noise.
“What…what is she going to do?” Lianna asked, changing tactics in an attempt to get out of what already seemed fait accompli.
“She’s going to put rings through your nipples. Don’t be fucking stupid.” She shook her own heavy breasts at Lianna, indicating the studs through her nipples.
Lianna gasped at what she was going to have to suffer, she bit her lip to keep from crying but her distress was patently obvious to Miri, who softened slightly when she saw tears forming in the corners of Lianna’s eyes.
“Don’t worry,” she said softly after stepping close to Lianna. “It only hurts for a moment. Much less than this.” Abruptly she slapped Lianna across the face. The slap stung and Lianna realized it was the second time Miri had slapped her in as many days. The sting was enough to push Lianna over the edge. The tears started sliding down her cheeks and her torso shook with sobs. “Don’t be a fucking baby,” she said, disgusted. Miri shifted her gaze to Dirna. “Put both nipple rings in. And the septum. A little bit of suffering will be good for her.”
She left Dirna alone with Lianna who was still on the ground. At that moment it struck her for some reason that the rug she was sprawled on was soft and intricately woven in a red and gold repeating block pattern.
It was Dirna who spoke first after Miri left. “It’s easiest if you kneel. If you think you won’t be able to endure the pain I can tie you to the tent pole first.”
Lianna looked up and saw that Dirna had unwrapped a roll of cloth that held a series of sharp implements along with bits of metal jewelry. Her fate was already sealed in stone. She screwed up her courage and said, “No. I can take it. I don’t want to give that bitch the pleasure of knowing I was afraid. I can do it.”
Dirna laughed softly, her voice gravely. “She already knows you’re afraid. The only thing you can do now is show her you’re tougher than she thinks.” Dirna held up a thick golden ring, not as thick as her own, but enough to give Lianna pause. “Want to prove how tough you are?”
A nod answered Dirna’s question in the affirmative. Lianna was seated on a low stool in front of the old woman while she prepared her tools and Lianna’s nipples. It was a simple procedure, or so Dirna said. She had a sharp, thin awl-like tool, the ring and a two thick pieces of leather. She offered one to Lianna. “To bite on while I pierce you.”
At first Lianna shook her head, wanting to do it without any aid, but then Dirna insisted. “This is your first time. You’ll need it. I won’t say a word to Miri.”
After accepting the leather and placing it between her teeth, Dirna lined up the awl and the leather on opposite sides of Lianna’s right nipple. “I’ll do it on the count of three. Are you ready?”
“Yes,” she said around the leather. There was grit and determination in Lianna’s voice, even if she didn’t fully feel that boldness.
“Count with me.”
“One,” they said together and abruptly Dirna shoved the awl through Lianna’s nipple. She let out a muffled shriek that was mostly obscured by the leather gag.
“A little lie to make it easier,” Dirna said as her nimble fingers worked quickly. The pain repeatedly stabbed Lianna’s nipple as the gold ring was fitted through the newly made hole and crimped into place. Every motion she made, even breathing, hurt, but she refused to cry.
“Quickly now,” Dirna said, “let’s do the other little girl.
She lined up the awl and leather on Lianna’s left nipple. “Again on three. One…”
Lianna jerked away. Dirna had been expecting the reaction. She hadn’t even attempted to push the awl through.
“For real this time,” Dirna said. “Again on three. Understand?”
“Yes,” Lianna mumbled around the leather.
This time Dirna reached two before she used the awl. Lianna didn’t shriek this time.
“Easier the second time, isn’t it?
“A little,” Lianna admitted.
“Ready for your nose now?”
“No.”
“We’re going to do it anyway,” Dirna said with steel in her voice. “You don’t want to go back to Dorrkar’s tent with just your nipples done, do you?
Lianna said nothing and looked down at the rings that were now through her nipples. She had seen plenty of women and men who wore earrings as a sign of wealth and status, but this was different. This was ownership even if the centaurs didn’t say that. The gold contrasted with her skin, both in color and firmness. The metal was so much harder than her flesh. She saw tiny spots of blood forming around where the gold penetrated her body and she couldn’t think.
“No. I don’t want that.”
Whatever the intent of Lianna’s words were ignored by Dirna. She started preparing Lianna for the next step. The blonde didn’t resist. The pain from her nipples wasn’t intense, but it was strong enough that she was distracted from everything else.
Dirna moved Lianna over to the tent’s center pole, sat her down, and placed the back of her head against the pole and repeated the piercing procedure by pushing the awl through one nostril and out the other, making a small hole in Lianna’s septum.
She barely felt the pain.
A few minutes later Dirna was leading Lianna back to Dorrkar’s tent. On the short walk Lianna kept touching her nipple rings with her fingers. She couldn’t help but stick out her tongue to feel the warm metal of the golden ring that went through her nose and laid against her philtrum. She was dizzy from the experience.
“Here she is,” Dirna grunted as she delivered Lianna back to Miri’s control.
“Problems?” the redhead asked.
“Nah. She was good. I just put in the three. I don’t feel like wasting my time if she’s not going to last.” Her report given, the older woman walked away.
Miri grabbed Lianna’s chin and moved her head back and forth, inspecting the ring through her nose before nodding once in approval. After quickly tweaking Lianna’s nipple rings causing her to gasp in pain, Miri ordered the blonde to a position on the rug in her corner of the tent.
“Tattoos now?” Lianna asked, her voice low and flat, resigned to her fate.
“Of course not,” Miri snapped. “We have to make sure you’ll last, like Dirna said. I’m just going to put paint on you today. I do it several times in several different patterns to find out what’s right for your body. Lay down.”
Lianna nodded and obeyed. Somehow having her flesh pierced and painted was more dehumanizing and humiliating than being turned into the duke’s slave and made to fuck a centaur. At least she enjoyed being fucked by Proval. Getting pierced was just painful. The painting shouldn’t hurt, she knew, but the eventual tattooing was going to be agonizing as well.
Miri went all over her body with different colors and patterns, taking her time. It was obvious the woman enjoyed doing this. It wasn’t merely her duty, it was her calling. By the time Miri was done with her, Lianna didn’t recognize her own body. The designs and symbols that Miri had spent several hours drawing on Lianna body made her look foreign and not her true self. Even when she was done Miri shook her head and said, “No. It’s wrong. Wash it off later and we’ll try again tomorrow.”
“As you wish,” Lianna mumbled as she started to get up off the rug. The paint make her skin contract and it crackled as she began moving.
“No! Wait. I forgot a very important step. Maybe this will help me. Lay face down, put your left cheek on the ground.”
Muffling a sigh Lianna did as she was told and Miri moved in close, bending the cartilage of her ear forward, exposing the bit of bare skin between her hairline and the ear proper. “A little mark so I know where to start…and who you are mated to.” She put a heavy weight of some sort on Lianna’s ear, most likely a rock, but Lianna couldn’t see it. I knew it was a good idea to get all my tools out,” she said to herself.
A moment later Lianna felt a tiny pinprick on her skin and she inhaled sharply. “Don’t move, you’ll only make it worse and I’ll have to repeat the process until I get it right. You can endure a little pain, can’t you? You were a slave, after all. You can take a horse cock in your cunt. You managed to flee through the grasslands to safety. A little pain is nothing.”
After a second’s pause Lianna heard herself say. “Yes. Nothing.”
“Good.” Miri set up a rhythmic tapping that seemed to penetrate right though Lianna’s skin and into her bone. Almost immediately it started to give her a headache and she wanted it to stop. All it would take, she was, was a word of protest and a firm hand brushing Miri’s tortuous instrument away.
Lianna did nothing except endure.
The process was surprisingly quick. “There. Done. Now everyone will know you belong to Proval.”
Touching behind her ear, Lianna’s fingers came away lightly smeared with blood and black ink. She gazed at her fingers blankly. “What’s this?”
Miri gave the other woman’s fingers a dismissive shrug. “Blood and ink. The aftereffects of a proper tattoo.” She looked across the tent where the little brunette was sitting with her head resting on her upraised knees. “Ruta, come show our new companion what she’s wearing now.”
Obediently Ruta walked across the tent, knelt down, and bent her right ear forward, displaying a small design in black ink.
“What is it?” Lianna asked.
“Dorrkar’s name. So everyone knows she is his mate.”
“I have Proval’s name?”
“Of course.”
“Whose name do you carry?”
Miri turned her head and bent her ear aside. It was the same design as Ruta’s. “Dorrkar’s, of course.”
“Is he the father of your child?” Lianna asked, gesturing at Miri’s slightly bulging belly.
A smile curled around Miri’s lips. “As far as I know, yes.”
“Why do you say it that way?”
“He is not the only centaur to mount me. Pray you start carrying an offspring shortly,” Miri said. “If you don’t, Proval won’t claim you and he’ll put you out to common property to be used by every centaur in the herd. You don’t want that.” Miri paused and reconsidered her words. “Or then again, maybe you do.”
Lianna let the insult go.
Late in the afternoon she went back to the stream with Ruta and washed away her body paint. She looked on in fascination as most, but not all, of Ruta’s dissolved away. She went back to the tent nearly as pure as when she had started.
Nearly, but not the same.
They were made to help prepare for the full celebration of Proval’s return. Mounting blocks were brought out of tents and set around the fire pit for a bonfire. Food was made. Wineskins were opened. Centaur wives were brought out and placed on the mounting blocks. Lianna knew her turn was coming soon and she said as much to Ruta.
That made the little brunette laugh. “Well, with Proval, yes. But these women are the herd’s common property. They’ll be fucked by whichever centaur wants to have a go at them. It’s a crime to mount another centaur’s wife. The penalty is death.”
The sun was going down. Lianna looked into the distance as the sun painted pink hues across the faded blue firmament.
“Death?” Lianna asked.
“Of course. But don’t worry. Proval will mount you tonight, everyone will watch, not just his uncle. They’ll all know you two are mated.”
“You and Miri are mated to Dorrkar. Does he have other slaves…I mean, wives?”
She shook her head. “No, just the two of us. There were others but they…” She trailed off and Lianna didn’t press the issue.
The celebration was little more than a drunken orgy, but Lianna supposed that was celebration enough for any centaur. For most of the party she watched as the common property women were fucked by the many centaurs who lined up to use them. Lianna was allowed enough wine to take the edge off her anxiety. She didn’t know why she was nervous. She had been fucked by Proval many times before in front of crowds just as large and just as drunk. She had even been fucked by him in front of other centaurs, though that only really included his uncle. It was easy to tell herself that was the reason as she listened to the screams of the common property women…Lianna wasn’t sure if they were screaming from pleasure or exhaustion or…something else.
She took another pull from her wineskin.
All too soon, but not soon enough, she was summoned to her mounting block. Lianna went willingly. Her lust was rising and she needed to feel Proval’s cock deep in her body. Looking over at the woman next to her, Lianna noted that she had to be tied to the mounting block in order to keep her in place. Lianna smiled widely. She didn’t need such restraints. She needed centaur cock as much as she needed to feel the sun on her face, as much as she needed air in her lungs, as much as she needed to drink sweet water.
There was a huge jubilant cry when Proval appeared from his uncle’s tent. Lianna looked over her shoulder at him. More specifically she looked at the large weapon he carried between his legs. It was already hard and wet. She didn’t need to see Ruta following him out of the tent, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. It was easy to dismiss the scene; Lianna knew that Proval was infatuated with her and not any other woman.
She arched her back and spread her legs wide, letting the scent of her pussy waft through the air reaching his nostrils. He didn’t need any more encouragement than that. Proval stepped up to the mounting block, planted his four hooves around the heavy structure, grabbed her shoulders with his thick hands, and plowed his big cock into her cunt. She grunted once as he sank it all the way deep into her body. The crowd cheered again. One of the centaur wives offered Proval a wineskin. He drank deeply from it and then it was offered to Lianna, but not handed to her. The woman simply presented to skin’s spout to Lianna’s mouth and squirted the wine onto her lips. Lianna opened her mouth and drank greedily at the liquid. It burned its way down her throat. Half the liquid missed and ran down her neck to drip off her breasts.
Despite the strangeness and difficulty of being fucked exactly this way, Lianna enjoyed every bit and every sensation. When Proval howled his triumph of returning to the herd and successfully mounting a human woman in front of the herd, his cum spurted from his cock, filling Lianna’s pussy. Just like the wine it burned inside her body. Just like the wine it was a pleasant, euphoric burning.
She knew that she had found her place in the world. It was in the centaur’s herd.
