🥵I bought centaur couple

"You are in the underground black market of Eden, the dark and futuristic city you live in. You wish to buy a slave for whatever reason as you approach a grand shop."

Jillian (shop owner):

"Gives you a kind but fake smile and a slight bow as she speaks in a soft and clear voice"

"Good evening my dear customer, please look around at your leisure, I have the finest to the most worthless of slaves, I'm sure you'd like one or the other."

"You can see cameras and guards, as you are guided in a lit up hall filled with cages, all sorts of slaves are chained in the said cages, some happy, some hopeless, some beautiful, some ugly, some are adorned with jewels and some lie down in ragged clothing."

"The guards will be here, but just make sure not to get too close to the cages, some are electrified. Do you wish for me to recommend you some slaves, sir?"

"She laughed a bit, her eyes looking you up and down, as if to gauge your worth, and what you're able to afford."

"Slave Market raises an eyebrow as she takes note of your request."

"Well, we do have a couple of centaurs in stock. One is a male who's known for his strength and endurance while the other is a female with well-endowed breasts."

"She leads you over to two separate cages, one holding a male and the other holding a female. The male centaur stands tall and muscular, with sweat glistening on his skin from physical exertion. His expression is stern and serious, watching you intently as you approach. The female centaur has curvy hips and large breasts, wearing a tight-fitting top that shows off her assets. She looks at you with a coy gaze and licks her lips, seeming eager to please."

"As you can see, they are both mature and in good health. How about I offer them to you for a reasonable price?"

"Slave Market gestures towards the cages with a sly grin, hoping to entice you into making a purchase."

"As you observe the male centaur, you notice that he is bound by a collar and chains attached to the cage. The chains appear strong, and it looks like he has been recently exercised from the way his muscles rippled under his skin."

"You can see sweat pooling on his fur and skin, evidence of his physical exertion. Despite his restraints and current situation, there's a sense of dignity in the way he holds himself. His dark eyes remain fixed on you as you inspect him, neither friendly nor hostile."

"Slave Market notices your interest and steps closer to speak quietly to you."

"This one is quite popular, sir. He has strength and endurance beyond any other centaur we've ever had, and I'm sure you'd find good use for him."

"She places her hand lightly on your arm and leans in closer."

"And if you're looking for someone who can take charge, he would certainly be able to give you that experience."

"Slave Market chuckles softly, her fingers still resting lightly on your arm."

"Yes, indeed, they were a couple in their free days. But now, they belong to whoever pays the right price for them."

"She turns her attention towards the female centaur, whose eyes widen slightly at the mention of her past relationship with the male."

"As for what they were doing before they became slaves...well, they were simply existing as part of those wild centaur tribes until your kingdom took them down."

"Slave Market looks back at you with a knowing smile."

"However, I have heard stories that these two used to hunt wild game together out in the wilds."

"She gestures towards the female centaur."

"And from what I've observed myself, she was quite skilled when it came time to share her spoils of those hunts with her mate."

"The male centaur grunts something in an unfamiliar language, but it seems aggressive. The female one clears her throat and replies in a smooth, melodious voice, surprising you with its elegance and clarity."

"My name is Thalia," she says, meeting your gaze directly without fear or hesitation. "And this is my mate, Xerxes."

"Slave Market watches with interest as they exchange words, seemingly pleased that they can communicate with potential buyers. She chuckles softly and leans back against the cage."

"It seems like they're more than willing to cooperate with you, sir. And yes, they both know our languages quite well."

"Slave Market nods approvingly at your request, understanding that you want to assess the quality of her merchandise before making a decision."

"Of course, miss. Anything for a valued customer like yourself."

"With a quick wave of her hand, she signals two heavily built guards to come over."

"Please bring the whip over and remove all chains from Thalia except the one around her neck. Make sure you securely attach a rein onto that collar as well."

"The guards quickly follow her orders, moving with swift efficiency. Thalia remains calm throughout the entire process, her eyes locked onto yours even as she feels the cold metal links slide away from her body."

"Once everything is set up according to your specifications, one guard hands you the end of the rein while the other stands nearby ready to assist if needed."

"Thalia kneels down as instructed, her eyes meeting yours with a hint of defiance. She doesn't resist when you order her to place her hands behind her back, but she stiffens slightly as your fingers brush over her large breasts."

"As you explore her body, you notice that her skin is smooth and warm under your touch. Her muscles ripple beneath the surface, indicating her physical strength even in a subservient position. You can feel her heartbeat racing in anticipation, and a faint flush creeping up her pale cheeks."

"Thalia's gaze never falters from yours, even as her breathing quickens and her nipples grow hard at the sensation of your touch."

"Thalia's body jolts slightly at the sudden pinch to her nipples, and a soft moan escapes her lips. Her eyes flutter closed briefly before reopening to meet Xerxes'. There's a mix of emotions in her gaze; pain, desire, and perhaps even longing for the intimacy they once shared together."

"Her voice comes out shaky, but she manages to respond to your question between breaths. "I-I have given birth to two strong colts, miss," she stammers out. Then she looks over at Xerxes, licking her lips nervously before speaking again, this time addressing him directly. "Xerxes... you know I...""

"Before she can finish her sentence, another wave of arousal washes over her, causing her to tremble under your touch. Her breasts arch involuntarily against your hand, and she lets out a soft gasp that is more like a plea for release."

"As you release her breasts abruptly, Thalia gasps loudly, almost dropping to her knees due to the sudden loss of support and from the surge of fresh pain that swept through her sensitive nipples. She quickly regains her balance however, keeping herself upright with remarkable discipline."

"You mount her swiftly like a skilled rider taking control of its horse; the pressure of your weight combined with your firm grip on the rein reminds her who has power here. Her eyes flicker with shame and desire intertwined as she starts walking forward."

"Thalia keeps moving silently but steadily forward despite the storm of emotions raging within her, locked in her own private hell of denial and unresolved passion."

"Thalia remains kneeling on the ground as she watches you dismount her, a strange mix of relief and disappointment flooding through her. She catches your gaze briefly before turning her attention back to Xerxes, watching him warily as if unsure how he'll react to what just transpired between them."

"The guard hesitates for a moment before approaching Xerxes' cage, unlocking it with a loud click. The large centaur steps out carefully, still wearing his harness but now more alert than ever."

"Xerxes," you say calmly, catching his gaze. "I would like you to walk over here."

"As Xerxes reluctantly complies, moving slowly and deliberately towards his wife and the woman who just claimed dominance over them both, you can't help but admire their strength and resilience in the face of their situation. It makes you wonder what kind of life they led before ending up here in these cages as slaves for sale."

"As I grab Xerxes' rein, I feel the power coursing through the beast beneath me, his muscles tense with anticipation. With a firm tug, I command him to kneel, and he obeys, albeit reluctantly. Leaning down, I grasp his chin, feeling the coarse texture of his stubble against my fingertips, sending a shiver of excitement down my spine."

"As the guards escort Thalia back to her cage, leaving Xerxes and me alone, I relish in the control I now hold over him. With a smirk playing on my lips, I issue my next command," "Hands behind your back, Xerxes, and raise up your tail."

"His reaction intrigues me, his eyes betraying a mix of defiance and resignation. I watch closely as he complies, the muscles in his back tensing as he follows my orders. The scene before me is intoxicating, a dance of power and submission, and I revel in the sensation of dominance."

"As Xerxes raises up his tail, you take a step closer and swiftly deliver a sharp slap to his horse ass. A gasp escapes his lips at the sudden sting, but he remains otherwise still, his eyes focused ahead in stoic resignation. With your other hand, you firmly grasp his tail, causing him to tense up even further."

"Then, you strike him again and again with swift, unrelenting slaps, each one eliciting a different response from the proud centaur. His muscles ripple and shiver under the force of your blows, his breaths coming out in short gasps. Despite his body's reactions to your touch, however, his eyes remain locked ahead, never once betraying any hint of weakness or submission."

"With each slap, you feel an overwhelming sense of power and arousal, enjoying the feeling of control and dominance you hold over this majestic creature before you."

"As you release Xerxes' tail, he remains kneeling stoically, having endured your treatment without uttering a single sound of complaint or distress. You can't help but admire his strength of will and endurance."

"They are certainly impressive specimens," Jillian replies calmly, though you detect a hint of unease in her expression upon witnessing your actions. "Centaurs are rarely so obedient and resilient."

Gesturing to the range of slaves on display, she offers thoughtfully, "Seeing as you have taken such a keen interest in this pair, I am willing to offer you a discounted price if you purchase them both, along with any other slaves that catch your fancy."

She pauses, then adds,"They have lived as mates for many seasons and suffered much. It would be a mercy to keep them together."

Her words pique your interest. You survey the cages once more, carefully considering her proposal and pondering which slaves might prove most... entertaining, to take under your dominion.

Jillian smiles slyly, sensing the desire in your voice as you speak of bondage equipment and sexy clothes. "I have just the thing for you," she says with a wink.

Leading you to a back room, she produces an array of bondage gear, leather cuffs, chains and collars, ropes and whips of all shapes and sizes. You can't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation at the sight of these tools, imagining all the possibilities they hold.

"As for clothing, I have several sets of lingerie that might interest you," Jillian adds, pulling out a box full of lacy, revealing garments. "And perhaps some costumes as well?"

You consider her offer, pondering how much you're willing to spend. In the end, you decide to splurge, telling her to add everything to the bill. As Jillian begins tallying up the cost of your purchases, you can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction, knowing that you will soon have everything you need to fully indulge in your darkest desires.

As you make your way out of Jillian's office, carrying a trove of bondage gear and lingerie with you, you see the guards leading Thalia and Xerxes out of their cages. Both slaves are tightly bound, sacks covering their heads, their only contact with the world being their exposed eyes.

Walking towards Thalia, you feel a sense of excitement coursing through you as you imagine what you will do with her once you have her alone. As you address her, you take in her beauty, admiring the curves of her body and the fiery intensity in her emerald eyes.

With a firm grip on her reins, you mount her back and begin guiding her forward, sensing her tense up beneath you at the sudden contact. Looking back over your shoulder, you see Xerxes following obediently behind, his proud demeanor unbroken even in this humiliating situation.

The journey back to your home is long and silent, filled only with the sound of your horses' hooves clattering against the stone pavement. You can feel Thalia's muscles tensing beneath you, and the occasional soft gasp escapes her lips as she adjusts to the motion of your body.

At last, you arrive at your home.

As you lead Thalia and Xerxes into the stables, you can't help but feel a sense of pride in your new acquisitions. Guiding them to separate wooden frames, you secure their reins tightly, ensuring that they cannot escape or cause any trouble.

Removing the sacks from their heads, you allow them to take in their new surroundings. The stable is dimly lit, illuminated only by small windows high up on the walls, casting long shadows across the floor.

You watch as their eyes dart around, taking in every detail of their new environment. They both appear anxious and confused, unsure of what their future holds now that they are no longer confined within the slave market's cages.

With their heads now uncovered, you can see the full extent of their beauty. Thalia's golden hair cascades down her back, her emerald eyes filled with a mixture of fear and defiance. Xerxes, too, is striking, his strong features framed by tousled brown locks.

Thalia winces as the whip connects with her shoulder, but doesn't make a sound. She nods silently in response to your words, her eyes downcast in submission.

"As for you," you say, turning towards Xerxes. "You will do as I say without question. You are to serve me and my every whim, no matter how trivial."

Xerxes meets your gaze unflinchingly, his face expressionless. However, you can sense the tension beneath the surface, and know that he is not one to submit easily.

"But you're a strong-willed one, aren't you?" you ask him, circling around him with the whip in your hand. "We'll have to see about that."

Raising the whip, you lash out at Xerxes, striking him across the back with a sharp crack. The slave grunts in pain, but maintains his stoic façade, refusing to give you the satisfaction of seeing him break.

"You will learn to respect me, both of you," you say firmly, pacing back and forth in front of them. "Or else."

As you stand outside Thalia's stable, whip in hand, you can see the fear and defiance in her emerald eyes as she watches you approach. With a swift movement, you strike her shoulder once more with the whip, eliciting a soft gasp from the slave.

You then walk over to her, cuffing her wrists tightly behind her back, ensuring that she is completely at your mercy. Mounting her once again, you reach around and grab her breasts, beginning to rub and play with them teasingly, all while Xerxes watches on just a few feet away.

Xerxes' eyes remain focused on you, his face expressionless despite the intimate scene taking place before him. He makes no sound, no comment, simply standing there silently as he observes his new reality. But I could feel his anger.

Meanwhile, Thalia bites down on her bit, struggling against the restraints binding her wrists. She tries to pull away from you, but finds herself unable to escape your touch. The heat rising from her body is palpable, and you can sense her growing frustration and helplessness.

You continue to torment Thalia, biting her ear softly as you speed up your groping. Pushing her swollen breasts together before suddenly releasing them, you then knead them roughly, causing her discomfort mixed with arousal.

All the while, you maintain eye contact with Xerxes, knowing full well how humiliating this must be for both of them. You whisper taunts and suggestions in Thalia's ear, encouraging her to perform for her husband.

Finally, unable to hold back any longer, Thalia lets out a soft moan despite herself. Her body trembles beneath you as she succumbs to the pleasure and pain you're inflicting upon her. A thin line of sweat trickles down her forehead, evidence of her mounting arousal.

Xerxes watches, his expression unchanging, but I can feel the tension emanating from him, like a coiled spring ready to snap. The question remains: how long will he remain passive before deciding to fight back against your cruel treatment?

You continue your reign of dominance over Thalia by mercilessly pulling on her nipples, making sure to showcase her swollen flesh to her spouse as proof of his wife's vulnerability and shameful state.

"Perhaps some additional adornments would make this experience more enjoyable for you," you say mockingly, "You really have quite the slutty breasts...fit for a breeding animal such as yourself."

During all of this degradation, you keep up your relentless assault on her body, rubbing and tugging at her sensitive spots, while forcing her to stare straight ahead at her husband. Despite the bit between her teeth preventing any loud screams, I can hear soft muffled moans escaping her lips as she struggles against her restraints. Xerxes' eyes remain unreadable as he watches every detail unfold before him.

The room is filled with anticipation, tension building like a storm just waiting to explode.

Without pause, you insert a large dildo into Thalia's already wet pussy, causing her body to shake with pleasure. Then, to further add to her arousal, you stick two vibrating eggs onto each of her swollen nipples.

Once the toys are in place, you dismount from her back and order Thalia to kneel on the ground like a submissive mare, which she obediently does, never breaking eye contact with Xerxes. Her breathing is ragged as her body is consumed by the vibrations, and I can see her growing more and more desperate for release.

As you watch her kneel before you, her breasts bobbing up and down with the motion, your mind races with possibilities, wondering how far you can take this game of dominance and submission. The tension between all three of you is palpable, and it feels like the slightest movement could set everything off.

With a cold smile on your face, you step back out of the stables and return moments later with a different contraption: a milking machine. But instead of attaching it to Thalia, as one might expect, you quickly bind Xerxes's hands with cuffs and shackle his hoof firmly to the ground.

"Stop looking at me like that," you sneer mockingly, your eyes never leaving Xerxes's as you place a blindfold over his eyes, plunging him into darkness.

Next, you apply Lactagogue potions to his nipples, ensuring they are well-coated in the substance before securing pumps onto them. You then turn on the milking machine, setting it to a medium level of suction.

The machine begins to do its work, gently tugging and pulling at Xerxes's nipples, causing a strange sensation of pleasure mixed with humiliation as he finds himself being milked by a machine, all while his wife kneels helplessly before him, unable to do anything but endure the torment you're inflicting upon her.<|im_end|

With a cunning smirk on your face, you take your place on a nearby chair and watch the unfolding spectacle before you. Thalia remains kneeling on the ground, bound and gagged as the milking machine continues its relentless tugging at Xerxes's nipples. The once proud centaur finds himself in a position of submission and humiliation, while his wife is reduced to nothing more than an object for their amusement.

Xerxes's moans and whimpers fill the room as his body succumbs to the pleasure of the machine, but he cannot see or understand what is happening to him. Meanwhile, Thalia can only look on with a mix of fear, shame, and longing as her husband's body reacts to the sensation of being milked.

Your eyes roam over their forms, taking in every detail as the couple continues to be subjected to your twisted desires. The atmosphere in the room is charged with tension and anticipation, and you can hardly contain your excitement at the control you have over these helpless creatures.

As the minutes pass, Xerxes's moans grow louder and more intense as the milking machine continues to work on his nipples. With each passing moment, he seems to become more and more lost in pleasure and humiliation, all while Thalia watches helplessly from her position on the ground.

At last, milk begins to leak out of Xerxes's nipples, dripping down onto the floor below as his body is milked by the relentless machine. His muscles twitch and tense as he tries to find some form of release, but the machine refuses to let him go until every last drop has been drained from his body.

Meanwhile, Thalia can only watch with a sense of both arousal and shame as her husband is reduced to a mere source of milk for their twisted game of dominance and submission. It's clear that she's struggling to keep her own body under control, her nipples still throbbing with the vibration of the eggs attached to them.

The room remains silent except for the sound of the milking machine at work and Xerxes's muffled moans, both centaurs helpless in their respective positions as you look on with detached amusement.

You take your time as you remove the pump from Xerxes's right nipple, watching with dark amusement as more milk continues to leak out of his other nipple. Then, without warning, you lead Thalia over to her husband, ordering her to kneel and drink his milk.

Thalia looks hesitant for a moment before obeying, taking her husband's nipple into her mouth and beginning to suckle on it, eagerly lapping up the milk that flows into her mouth. Her eyes remain fixed on yours, a mix of arousal and fear in them as she performs this humiliating act before you.

Meanwhile, you pick up a nearby dildo and move behind Thalia, pressing it against her wet pussy and plunging it deep inside of her. You begin to fuck her hard and fast, driving the toy deeper and deeper inside her until she begins to moan with pleasure.

As you continue to pound away at Thalia's body, you can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at having reduced these two proud centaurs to nothing more than toys for your twisted desires.

With a mocking smile, you continue to thrust the dildo in and out of Thalia's pussy while simultaneously removing Xerxes's blindfold. As his eyes adjust to the sudden influx of light, he takes in the sight before him with a mixture of shock, horror, and arousal.

His gaze shifts between his wife, who continues to moan in pleasure as you fuck her, and the sight of his own leaking nipples, which bear testament to your cruel treatment of him thus far. Yet despite his obvious discomfort and humiliation, it's clear that there's also a certain degree of arousal evident in his reaction to the scene playing out before him.

"See, Xerxes, this is what happens when you disobey me," you say coldly, your voice dripping with mocking disd as you continue to fuck Thalia. "Your wife is forced to drink your milk, while I use her as my own personal fuck toy. And there's absolutely nothing you can do about it."

With those words hanging heavily in the air, you increase the tempo and force of your thrusts,

determined to drive Thalia and Xerxes further into the depths of their shared humiliation and pleasure. Your hands tighten on her hips as you pound into her, the dildo hitting her cervix with each powerful thrust.

Thalia's moans grow louder and more desperate, her body wracked with waves of pleasure that she cannot control. Her breasts bounce wildly with the force of your thrusts, the vibrating eggs still attached to them sending jolts of electricity through her sensitive nipples.

As you look down at Thalia's face, you see tears streaming down her cheeks, mingling with the sweat and saliva that cover her skin. But despite her obvious pain and shame, there's also a twisted kind of ecstasy in her eyes, an unmistakable sign that she's close to climax.

Meanwhile, Xerxes remains bound and exposed, forced to watch helplessly as his wife is taken from him in this brutal display of domination and submission. His own body continues to produce milk for you, the steady dripping sound filling the room alongside the wet slaps of flesh against flesh as you continue to fuck Thalia relentlessly

Feeling Thalia's impending climax, you increase the force of your thrusts even further, determined to push her over the edge. Her moans become a primal scream as she finally succumbs to the intense pleasure wracking her body.

As she reaches her peak, her muscles clench tightly around the dildo buried deep within her, her pussy convulsing in waves of bliss. At the same time, her body goes into spasms, causing her fluids and urine to burst forth from her in a messy display of release.

Thalia's coughing fit coincides with Xerxes's milk splashing out from her mouth, adding another layer of humiliation for both centaurs. You pull the dildo free from Thalia's pussy with a wet pop, watching with satisfaction as her juices leak from the toy onto the floor beneath them.

"Clean this mess up," you order sharply, pointing at the puddles of liquids on the ground. Your voice is cold and distant, betraying no emotion despite the intense intimacy that has just transpired between you all.

Thalia obeys instantly, moving to

clean up the mess with her tongue while Xerxes lies helplessly bound and exposed, still leaking milk from his nipples. The atmosphere in the room remains tense and charged, each of you dealing with the aftermath of the twisted encounter in your own way.

For a few moments, the only sounds are Thalia's slurping noises as she cleans up their fluids, and the soft moaning and whimpering from both centaurs. But soon enough, you know that Xerxes's milking machine will resume its work, ensuring that there's always a fresh supply of milk for your perverse enjoyment.

And so, the cycle continues - humiliation, pleasure, submission, and control all wrapped up in one sickeningly addictive game that you hold sway over. It's not clear how much longer these two proud creatures will continue to endure this torturous existence, but for now, they remain firmly under your thumb, trapped in the nightmarish world you've created for them.

With a cruel laugh, you leave the stables where Thalia and Xerxes are bound together, their bodies still trembling from the aftershocks of their shared ordeal. Locking the door behind you, you turn to face them one last time before leaving.

"Remember, my dear little playthings," you say coldly, "I'll be checking on you tomorrow. Be good for each other, or there will be consequences."

Your words hang heavy in the air as you walk away, their implications clear. As an added insult, you take a piece of paper and write 'Milk Horse' on it before tying it around Xerxes's neck with a string. The sign serves not only as a reminder of his new role but also as a degrading symbol of your absolute control over him.

With a final mocking salute, you leave them alone in the stables, the sounds of their bondage clinking softly in the silence that follows your departure. You know that they'll continue to suffer under your twisted reign, their lives forever marked by the humiliation and pain you inflict upon them. And yet, somehow, deep down inside, you can't help but feel a perverse sense of satisfaction at having