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Aylee woke up to the feeling of wetness on her face.
She had been lying cuddled up with her sister, Hana, with Hana’s face nestled against her tits. But now she was wet. Was it raining?
She opened her eyes, and immediately regretted it. One of the pitch-black horse-like monsters, the Nightsteeds, was standing over her – and it was pissing on her face.
She started to struggle upright.
Stay still, little piglet, came the steed’s voice in her mind. Be a good little piss-rag. This is what you are good for.
They needed the horse-monsters in order to outrun their pursuers. And they had already learned that the Nightsteeds could be deeply unhelpful if their cruel sexual whims weren’t catered to.
So she lay there and let the horse piss on her.
Stupid wet-cunted toilet, said the Nightsteed, and made its unpleasant whickering laughter noise.
Hannah woke, and realised what was happening, and tried to move away. Aylee had to grab her sister and hold her still until the horse was done pissing on them.
Lick it up, said the Nightsteed when it was done. Stupid female piglets need their hydration.
Aylee did as she was told, and licked the urine off the stones of the cave floor, and off her sister’s face and tits, and encouraged Hana to tongue-bathe her in return.
The other two Nightsteeds waited till the girls were awake. One pissed into Hana’s mouth, and the other into Tilly’s. They seemed disinclined to fuck the girls’ mouths afterwards, but Tilly, demonstrating particular talent with her tongue, managed to coax her mount into ejaculating down her throat anyway.
The girls squatted to take care of their own business, but the Nightsteeds have opinions.
The ground is not a toilet, one said. Silly female piglets are toilets. Be good toilets and help your fellow piglets.
Aylee took their meaning – and saw the sense in it, given their situation. And so she encouraged her lover and her sister to piss into her mouth, and she licked their cunts clean afterwards. Tilly said she didn’t want to do it, and Hana said it was gross and disgusting, but they both yielded in the end – and Aylee tasted the thick taste of arousal and cunt juices mixed with their piss, and they both moaned as she licked the last of their urine from their fuckholes afterwards.
After all of this, the girls mounted the steeds and rode on into the desert – Aylee and Hannah completely nude, and Tilly clad onlly in her slutty Orhanian uniform.
Around noon, they heard a sound that chilled their blood – the solitary cry of a hunting horn.
It was coming from the direction of Vass.
They were being pursued.
Aylee had no idea of how to make a horse go faster. She dug her heels into her steed’s sides, and said, “We need to move faster.”
Immediately the Nightsteed balked, coming to a complete stop.
No, it said.
“No? Why no?” cried Aylee. “You don’t understand. Those are pursuers.”
Stupid female piglets are stupid female piglets whether they are caged or running free, said the horse-monster. What do we care?
“Oh, come on!” said Aylee, frustrated. “You’re getting your cocks sucked multiple times a day. We drink your piss.”
Female piglets sucked out cocks in Vass, said the steed. And in Vass, we received fine wine and delicacies.
“That’s a lie!” said Tilly – and then she clamped her hand over her mouth, worried she had offended her steed.
She was right though. Tilly had cared for the Nightsteeds at the Orhanian embassy, and Aylee had never heard of Tilly feeding them such expensive foods.
“Please,” whined Aylee. “Please. If they catch us, they’ll kill us – or worse.”
I desire to fuck you, said the horse. Use the nearby rock. Assume the position.
Aylee looked around. There was a large boulder nearby. If she draped herself over it, bent at the waist, tits down, her cunt would be at about the right height for a Nightsteed cock.
“I… I can’t,” she said. “Your cocks… they’re too big for a human. I’d be… damaged.”
Silly cunt-brained piglet, said the Nightsteed. Were we not released from the Labyrinth by Ess-kali the Leash-holder and Ulos the Herdmaster, so that man may have dominion over beast, but beast would have dominion over woman? It is within our power to rape you without damaging your usefulness as a cocksleeve to others. Assume the position.
Aylee shivered with fear. Their cocks were so *big*. It seemed obvious that it would *hurt*.
The horn sounded again. It was far away – many hours, perhaps – but it was closer.
Slowly, Aylee got down off her steed, and moved towards the rock.
Wait, said the Nighsteed. Kiss me.
“Kiss you?” asked Aylee.
As you would a lover.
She had seen Tilly do this in the Orhanian embassy. She had thought it seemed disgusting.
Slowly she approached her steed’s long mouth. She opened her own mouth, and leaned it…
The Nighsteed extended its tongue, and she allowed the tongue into her mouth, sucking on it, still leaving forwards until her upper lip touched the steed’s muzzle.
It was disgusting. It was slutty. It was degrading.
She felt her cunt wetten.
She stroked the horse’s face, as she would a human lover, and moaned as its tongue explored her mouth. She sucked on it a little, and then pulled away.
Turning, she bent over the boulder, her ass up, her legs spread.
Other piglets, stroke our cocks and rub your cunts as you watch your fellow piglet be raped, came the instruction, and Tilly and Hana obediently descended and knelt beside their Nightsteeds, rubbing the huge cocks of the animals with one hand and fingering their own pussies with the other.
“Please don’t make me cum,” said Aylee. “It might break my collar. It’s important.”
Only a complete whore would cum from fucking an animal, replied the Nightsteed, which was no consolation at all, as Aylee had already done a great many things that even a whore would refuse.
The Nighsteed moved forward. It raised up its forelegs, one by one, and placed them on the boulder, on either side of Aylee’s shoulders.
And then she felt the tip of its monstrous cock poke against the entrance to her fuckhole.
It was so big. It was side wide she had to spread her legs further. It would never fit.
She began to panic.
But as she did, the Nightsteed thrusted forward – and, suddenly, it was inside her.
It hurt. Oh, how it hurt. Aylee’s cunt had never been this full. She felt stretched. She felt abused. She imagined this must be how it would feel to give birth. Her cunt *was* made to let something this big pass through it – but not for *fun*.
She screamed.
But despite this, she had no sense of being *damaged*. Was her cunt stretching to accommodate? Was the Nightsteed’s cock changing shape to be *just* within what she could endure? Was it some other magic?
She didn’t know, but the Nightsteed had been truthful. It could rape her, it could hurt her – but she would suffer no permanent harm.
That was very little consolation, though, when it began to thrust.
She couldn’t believe how deep it was going. She was pretty sure the tip of the cock was distending her belly, pushing against the hard rock beneath her.
Your cunt is enjoyable, piglet, said the steed. You are a good little piglet. Say thank you.
“Thank you,” gasped Aylee.
And then the raping began in earnest.
Hana and Tilly stared at her as the horse-thing fucked her, masturbating themselves and their steeds, learning to associate the sound of a woman being raped with sexual arousal and pleasure.
The worst thing was that Aylee could have orgasmed from it. Probably many times. She was already wired to become aroused by degradation, and to cum from pain. The overwhelming sensations in her cunt could easily have been a source of delirious pleasure.
But if Aylee orgasmed, she could short out the Halistrax Collar – the only advantage she had as a nude, big-titted slave on the run. And she couldn’t risk that.
And so Aylee had to make it deliberately worse for herself – to actively try to *not* enjoy her rape. She tried to think of unsexy things – of shit, of domestic chores, of her parents, of being helpless and powerless.
And part of her knew that she was just teaching herself to associate these things with sex.
Finally, the steed reached orgasm, and Aylee felt it spurt inside her, again and again and again. She felt her insides swelling up like a balloon – it was far more cum than her body had been designed for. Its cock was such a tight fit in her pussy that none of it ran back out again – it was corked inside her by the horse’s dick.
After the steed was done, it didn’t pull out – and then Aylee felt the pressure inside her continuing to grow.
The horse was pissing into her.
Tilly jumped, suddenly, summoned by a telepathic command from her steed, and clamped her lips onto her steed’s dick. The Nightsteed ejaculated into her mouth, and when it was done, Tilly clambered to her feet and ran over to Aylee.
When the Nightsteed pulled out, Tilly immediately clamped her mouth to Aylee’s pussy, and obediently drank the flood of horse cum and urine that rushed out. Aylee sighed in relief as the pressure abated.
“Thank you,” she gasped. “Thank you for raping me and pissing in me.”
Hana’s steed soon reached orgasm too, and Hana submissively drank its sperm, and then finally all three girls were ready to mount again.
The Orhanian piglet will fuck her steed tonight, instructed the Nightsteed, and then your sister in the morning.
And then the steeds began to ride – and, to Aylee’s immense relief, after a few hundred metres they broke into an outright gallop, racing the distant horns of the hunt, plunging west, away from Vass, and into the desert.
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