Benefits Ch. 09
“All events portrayed in the following are completely fictitious. Not a bit actually happened folks.”
I awoke to the tone of “Shout It Out Loud” coming from my cell phone. I groggily reached for it.
“Hello?” I asked into the receiver.
“Jake?” said a female voice.
“This is he.”
“Jake, it’s Mila.”
“WHAT? What the fuck are you doing calling me? I thought it was made fairly clear how I feel about you!”
“Jake, please don’t hang up! I’m sorry okay? I was stupid, and let jealousy and everything get a hold of m-*click*” I hung up and turned off my phone. What the fuck was she thinking, expecting me to even speak to her after what happened? Right as I was having these thoughts run through my head, a knock was at my door.
“Yo man, what’s with the Banshee impression?” asked Kyle as he peeked through the door. “Some of us would like that precious gift called sleep.”
“Nothing,” I replied. “Just someone calling me when they shouldn’t, that’s all. I’m gonna go for a walk, get some coffee, eliminate all the steam built up.”
“Whatever man. Just no more hulking out.”
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I decided to walk down to a book store that I knew had a coffee shop on the inside. It opened up surprisingly early, so I knew I had a shot of going in and having some good reading to go with my coffee and donut.
I walked in and headed for the mystery section, hoping to find something to pique my interest. Mysteries were not usually my style, but on occasion I would stumble across something that would hold my attention. And judging from my perusing, today would not be that occasion. I headed over to the adventure section, and managed to come across something that piqued my interest, a collection of the earliest Conan stories by the creator, Robert E. Howard. I decided to pick that up.
I was skimming over some of the stories on my way to the register when I bumped into someone, accidentally knocking the person over. When I looked, it turned out I had knocked over a stunning brunette, which only made me help her faster. I’m only human after all.
“Oh shit, I’m SO sorry,” I said, helping her pick up her things. She had a few books on her as well. “I didn’t see, you, I should have been paying attention. Did I mention the sorry part?”
“No worries,” the woman said as I helped her. “I didn’t see you either.”
“Yeah, but you didn’t knock me on the floor.”
“True enough,” she said with a smile. “But still, don’t feel bad. No one was hurt.”
“Yeah, but still, I feel like a bit of a tool. Any way I can make it up to you? Buy you a cup of coffee or something?”
“Ah, so it wasn’t an accident, this was planned all along”, the woman said with a sly smile.
“No..I mean..arggghhh…listen, could I just get you a cup of coffee, it would make me feel better about knocking an innocent woman on her ass.”
“Fine, fine, anything to ease your tortured soul Mr……?”
“Parker, Jake Parker. And you are?”
“Morena.”
Once everything had been picked up, Morena followed me over to the mini-coffee shop within the store. For some reason, this lady looked very familiar to me, but I couldn’t quite place her face. No big deal I suppose. This was a pretty woman, and I was a single guy, the equation wrote itself. Anything else would most likely be just an annoying variable.
Once we had ordered our coffees and such, we sat together at a table near the front window of the store. This was really the first time I got to soak in everything but her marvelous face, which I had already gotten several spectacular views of. She was wearing some very sexy jeans, a plain white t-shirt and a black jacket. In my opinion, very nice.
“So, Morena, you from good ol’ New York originally?” I asked, taking a bite from my donut.
“Well, I was born in Brazil, but for the most part, I’m completely a New York girl,” she replied. “What about yourself?”
“California guy right here,” I replied. “But I swear, I’m not a hippie. I bathe and am pot free.”
“Wow, you bathe! I feel lucky. If you can also read, well then, I think I hit a home run.”
“Wow, a sarcastic New Yorker, who’d have thunk it?”
“Oh, what was that? You don’t want me sitting with you?” she asked with a smirk.
“Please, forgive my accidental blurting of the truth,” I replied. “So, what do you do for living?”
“Well, I’m an actress.”
“Really? Have you been in anything I would have seen?”
“Well, I’ve mainly done plays, but a few small parts in movies have also come my way. Also had a big part in a TV show a few years ago.”
“Really? Was it something I would have seen?”
“Maybe, the show was called “Firefly’.”
“Wait a second…..you played Inara, didn’t you?”
“Give the boy a cigar! Wow, I can’t believe you remember that show. Not that many people saw it.”
“Well, most people think that “Patch Adams’ is a triumph of the human will. Besides, I’m a huge fan of anything Joss Whedon touches, Alien Resurrection excluded.”
“Wow, I’m sitting with a fan. Should I be calm, or running scared?”
“Hey, no need to fear, I’m cool. I won’t be no harm ma’am, nu-uh,” I said in my best Little Rascal-esque voice.
“Eh, I trust ya. Aside from that whole, traumatic event with the me falling down, you seem like an okay guy.”
“Thank you. Okay enough to see me again though?”
“Perhaps,” she said with a smile. I saw her reach into her purse to take out a pen, and then she scribbled something on a napkin. When she was done with her scribbling, she pushed the napkin over to me. “That’s my number. You ever want to get together or something, just call me up. Lot easier and more convenient then knocking me on my ass.”
“You got it,” I replied, folding the napkin up and placing it in my wallet. “You want another cup?”
“No, one jolt of caffeine is all I need in the morning, but thanks.” She got up from her seat and begena to walk away, then stopped for a second to tun her head towards me. “Don’t forget to call Mr. Parker.”
“Oh, trust me, I won’t.”
*********
As I walked through the door of the apartment, I must have had a big ol’ shit-eating grin on my face, because I was immediately called on my recently out-of-character good mood.
“Whoa whoa whoa,” Kyle said, pulling his head away from the TV. “Who’s this odd man? Could it be? No, that’s impossible. That sad sack of crap isn’t capable of smiling.”
“Shut up dingleberry,” I said, tossing a strewn about pillow at his head. “Can’t a dude be in a good mood?”
“Usually, I’d say yes, but your ass has been nothing but power ballads and Friday Nights alone lately, “cept for those rare occasions where me or Josie can get you goin’ to do somethin’.”
“Hey, I have plenty of fun and adventure.”
“Dude, sitting at home watching Bruce Campbell fight the hordes of darkness doesn’t really count as adventure, so the question stands, what’s with the grin Mr. J?”
“Well, if you must know, I met a knockout brunette this morning at the book store, and got her number.”
“Oooh, wow. That’s amazing. No really, it is. See, this is me amazed.”
“Well, you may be more floored if you knew who the number belonged to.”
“Sure, sure, I’ll bite. Who’s number is it?”
I looked through the DVD case for my Firefly box set. I threw it at him and said, “That brunette.”
“He scanned the box cover for a bit before it hit him. “Bullshit. Bullshit. And three times I say it, bullshit.”
“I say thee nay to thine cries of bullshit,” I replied.
“Yeah yeah, blow it out yer ass Thor. I still say bullshit.”
“Alas, poor Kyle, thou hast little faith in thine own cousin.”
“Dude, cut it with the Asgard talk.”
“Sorry, got carried away there. But anyhow, let’s place a little bet on it. If I call this number, and Ms. Morena Baccarin shows up at the bar this Friday, you let me go early and cover the entire bar on your own.”
“And if she doesn’t show up?”
“Then you leave early and I cover things. Probably better that way for the customers. They won’t have to dodge Jack Daniels bottles.”
“Two things. One: Fuck you, and Two: You’re on.” We shook hands and the bet was on. I felt a bit odd on betting on something as trivial as this, but if it meant I got out of work to go out with a beautiful woman, I wasn’t going to complain.
*******
I was in my room, strumming around on my acoustic guitar, when my cell rang. I picked it up.
“Yo, this is Jake,” I said into the phone.
“Jake-O, how’s it goin’ there buddy?” a familiar voice replied.
“Laura?” I asked. “Laura, that you?”
“No, it’s the other blazing hot red head you know. Of course it’s me.”
“How’ve you been? Besides the whole “dying your hair the unholy shade” thing.”
“Oh shut the fuck up. Like I don’t get that enough from my other friends. It’s for a movie role.”
“Sure sure Red, whatever you say. Betrayer.”
“Oh shut up! Stop with the hair, lest I will not drop by New York to see you.”
“You’re coming here?”
“Yeah, why not? Figured you could use a friendly familiar face. You know, to remind you that Cali isn’t ALL bad memories.”
“I know that Red. But you coming to visit won’t get me back there any sooner. I still have to get…..you know…her…out of my system.”
“Jesus, I swear, I’ve never heard of two people being so fucking whiny over a damn break-up. I know you two loved each other, but damn, all I hear is “why oh why? Woe is me!’ in stereo. A friendly ear can only take so much.”
“What do you mean by “in stereo’?” I asked, standing up from my sitting position on the bed.
“Put two and two together Professor X,” she replied. “Did you really think the break was all together that clean for her? About two days after you left, she was looking all over for you. She wanted to talk and work things out. She found me and I let her in on where you were and why. She’s really not all together sure she made the right choice, and my guess is she’s hurting like you are now.”
I was dumbfounded. I actually fell backwards onto my bed at hearing this. I thought she was sure of the choice. Now, knowing she felt like I did, she wanted to talk…I had to see her.
“Jake,” Laura said. “Jake, you still there?”
“Wha?” I replied, gathering my thoughts. “Yeah, still here Red. So, you’re saying, she really wants to talk to me? Try to work it out?”
“Well yeah, but if you’re thinking of doing it now, you may want to wait a bit. She’s in Australia filming a movie.”
“Well, the fact that she wants to talk is good enough for me. And the fact that a close bud of mine is coming up to visit just adds a bit more juice to my day.”
“Glad to hear I could bring a smile to that face of yours, even if it was in a non-carnal way. I’ll see you in a week then. Just meet me at the airport. I’ll give you more details later. Gotta go now. Bye.”
“Bye.” This was great. A second chance. She wanted to talk. She doubted the break-up. If things worked out right, I’d be with her again. I’d be with Elisha. Sure, it’d have to wait a few months, but I could wait. For her I could.
No use dwelling on what could be though. If I thought about it too much, I know I’d just end up jinxing myself. I flipped on the TV and started channel surfing. Wouldn’t you know it, I flipped through and found something with the lovely Ms. Cuthbert herself on it. I decided to watch, a stupid grin definitely sliding over my face. She was being interviewed on the set of her movie in Australia. The interviewer asked her the usual, softy questions, per usual with behind the scenes stuff. The camera crew followed her around the set, continuing with the mind-numbingly droll questions, but I stayed glued. It was, after all, the girl I might have a new shot with.
I continued to watch with that stupid grin on my face, until a certain point came up on this behind-the-scenes special. I watched as Elisha put her arms around some member of the crew, and plant a big kiss on his lips. One of the kisses I used to get.
“Well, who’s this Ms. Cuthbert?” the reporter asked. “A new beau?”
“This is Dave,” she replied cheerfully. “He’s a grip on the set. He’s my Crackerjack.”
Well. That’s just fucking great.
*************
“She called him Crackerjack,” I said despondently to Josie. “That’s my fucking name. What the fuck?” We were sitting at a coffee shop. There weren’t too many people there, so my slightly raised voice wasn’t calling too much attention. “Isn’t that like an unwritten rule? “Never call another person by a name you reserved for your ex.’? It comes right after “Never feed mogwais after midnight’.”
“Jake, come on,” Josie said, taking my hand in hers. “I know this hurts, especially after what your friend told you, but you know what, if she’s gonna pull something like that, then she really doesn’t deserve a second chance.”
“But Josie….”
“NO “buts’ Jake. You’re a great guy. Great to talk to, fun to be with, great in the sack. You deserve better from an ex than that. Even if it was a bad break.”
“You know, you’re right. Hurts like all fuck, but you’re right. No need to even think about talking to her if she’s gonna pull something like this.”
“That’s the spirit! Show some testicular fortitude!”
“Thanks for the pep talk coach.”
“Well….how about more than a pep talk?” And with the end of that sentence, I heard her shoe drop to the ground and felt her foot slide it’s way to my crotch. “I have a few ideas.”
“I bet you do,” I replied with a smirk. “Now, just what are these ideas, I wonder?”
“Well, I was thinking something like a nice drive to a nice little amusement park, maybe add a bit more fun to the funhouse, that kind of thing.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
**********
The drive to Coney Island was easily the longest, but most fun, drive I’ve ever had, with Josie teasing me along the way. As soon as we arrived and parked, we rushed to into the amusement park and located the funhouse.
As soon as we walked through the doors, Josie darted ahead of me, laughing as she breezed by. I followed her of course, found she had done some work for me, removing her panties and leaving them for me to find along the way.
When I finally caught up with her, she was in the hall of mirrors. She was leaning with her back against one of the mirrored walls, her skirt lifted with one hand while the other fingered her slit.
“Mmmmm….c’mere Jake,” she said in a sigh. I waked over to her and lowered my face to her to kiss her deeply, feeling a slight nibble on my bottom lip, courtesy of Ms. Maran. I felt her undo my belt and zipper, and I let my pants fall around my ankles as I lifted her up, Josie wrapping her legs around my waist as I lowered her on to my painfully hard cock.
As soon as I was completely inside her, Josie opened her eyes and fixated her stare on me, her wicked half-smile crossing her face as I began to thrust into her. I moved my mouth to her neck and began to lick and nibble, getting yelps and groans from her as we fucked.
“FUCK!” exclaimed Josie. “FUCK YES! That’s it Jake…fuck my tight little pussy…fuck me fucking hard! Fuck me like a fucking whore…FUCK!!!”
“You like that Josie?” I gasped. “You like this fucking cock? You like it fucking you! You like this?” I started to thrust into her with more voracity, my teeth gritted as the obscenities flowed from my mouth. I looked into the mirror we were leaned against and saw multiple reflections of our activity. I don’t know if it means I’m completely egotistical or something, but the sight of the two of us fucking like animals just seemed to spur me on more, make me act more animal like, which got no complaints from Josie.
“God damn it YES! Keep fucking me you fucker! FUCK YES! Don’t fucking stop!!”
“Fucking cum for me Josie. Cum on my hard cock. Fucking cum.” I savagely took her shirt down to expose her pert breasts to me, and eagerly took her right one into my mouth, nibble and sucking on her nipple as my other hand went for her clit, frigging it as we fucked, lost in the moment.
Josie was approaching her crescendo, her voice getting more and more high pitched as I thrusted into her, her crotch grinding into me at random intervals, sending insane feelings through my body. She moved her head forward and began to lick and nibble on my earlobes, her breaths getting shorter and short until finally, I felt her pussy spasm around my cock, and heard a low groan escape from her lips as her orgasm hit her, her warm juices covering my cock. Within a few more thrusts, I let out a loud groan myself as I released my hot cum into her waiting pussy. I lowered Josie down and watched her slide down the mirrored wall, a smile on her face as she wiped sweat from her forehead. I fell back as well, but with a bit more of a start as my butt hit the cold linoleum floor, to which I responded with quickly pulling my pants up.
“Well,” Josie said crawling over to me and planting a deep kiss on my lips. “Hope that took your mind off your troubles.”
*************
“So, what are your plans for tonight?” Josie asked as we walked up the stairs to the apartment.
“Well, not much really,” I replied. “I was thinking of calling this really cute chick I met the other day, but after what’s gone on recently, I don’t know.”
“Oh come on Jake, do we really need to go through this again? And besides, what better way to wipe the taste of heartbreak then not only having some hot, spur of the moment sex with one gorgeous girl, then going out on a date with another, while obviously not nearly as gorgeous, but still good-looking, girl?”
“Yeah, I’ll call her. No reason to dwell on the unfortunate bad choices of an ex, right?”
“Very true my friend,” Josie said as we approached the door. “Now, this is unfortunately where I must depart Jake. I gotta head off. Late for a lunch thing. But I promise I’ll see you around.” She got on her toes and gave me a kiss on the cheek goodbye, and walked down the stairs. I turned around and opened the door, and headed straight for the phone. Might as well get in contact with Morena now, before any feelings of sadness overtook me and prevented me from doing so. I dialed her up and heard my call be answered.
“Hello?” asked Morena.
“Morena?” I asked.
“This is she,” she replied.
“Hi, this is Jake Parker. You know, I accidentally knocked you down in the bookstore, bought you a cup of coffee……”
“Oh yeah. I was wondering if you’d call. What can I do for you?”
“I was wondering if maybe you’d like to do something tonight. Dinner, movie, rob a liquor store. You know, average date stuff.”
“Hmmm, now the liquor store idea does sound tempting, but I think dinner and a movie is a better bet. You know, for first dates. If this was a third, it’d be armed robbery all the way.”
“Glad I have that for future reference,” I replied with a laugh. “Can you meet me at Nick’s Dive? You need directions?”
“No, I know the place. I’ll meet you there at around…..8:30?”
“That sounds great. See you then Morena. Bye.”
“Bye.”
***********
I was behind the bar serving some shots up as Morena walked through the door. She was wearing a nice red dress with a pink floral pattern, and a black jacket. She spotted me behind the bar and walked over to me.
“Why hello Mr. Parker,” she said with a bright smile. “You almost done here?”
“Almost Ms. Baccarin,” I said. “Got to get out a few more drinks, then I’m out.”
“Great. And since you’re making some drinks anyway, I’ll take a tequila sunrise.”
“Right away ma’am.” I got to making her drink, and handed it off as soon as I was done. I then headed down to Kyle. “Look over there dipshit.”
“What?” he asked, looking over. When his eyes came upon Morena, sipping her drink, he winced. “I fucking hate you sometimes man, I really do.”
“Yes, indeed, I do know thine hatred. But as we agreed, I prove I was telling the truth, I leave, making you the sole bartender tonight.”
“Yeah, yeah, get the fuck out of here, before I decide to welch.”
“Now this could get interesting,” Strife commented.
Aphrodites had to agree with her slobbering nephew, even though she didn’t bother answering him. She was busily trying to figure a way to make use of this new development in further tormenting her mortal nemesis, Gabrielle.
Seeing that his Aunt wasn’t paying attention to him, Strife approached Gabrielle from behind. And as before, merged his hands into hers.
He then had his/her hands play with her pert tits, especially the nipples. He continued this until they regained their earlier stiffness. And thanks to his ministrations, her nipples were protruding and were as hard as peas.
Gabrielle was at a loss to explain why she was mauling her breast before her attacker. Nor did she understand the protrusion of her nipples. The shortness of breath she was experiencing was also causing her some concern.
Once satisfied of his handiwork, Strife stepped back to enjoy what was to unfold.
Regaining control of herself, Gabrielle ceased the massaging of her breasts. Unfortunately, the damage had already been done. She was aroused. She could feel a dampness building within her loins. And it wasn’t pee!
“Turn and face me, Amazon wench!” Malykus ordered.
“I’… I’d rather not, if you don’t mind,” turning her head over her shoulder slightly to answer him.
“I said, TURN!” He shouted back at her, pulling the bowstring with his powerful arms.
Gabrielle could hear the creaking of the wooden bow. A sound that she was all to familiar with. Realizing that she had no other choice, she began turning slowly, shyly to face her captor. All the while, trying to cover her nakedness as best as possible.
Her main concern were her naked breast and loins. She soon discovered that it was a hopeless dilemma. She couldn’t cover one area without exposing the other.
The best that she could manage was cover her tits with her hands, while crossing her legs to try and hide her cunt as best she could.
She kept her eyes down, unable to look at her captor in her embarrassing predicament. This also caused her to blush profusely before the Centaur, and the two invisible Gods.
Seeing this pleased Aphrodites immensely.
“Finally, the blonde bimbo’s gonna get her just dessert,” she said gleefully.
Malykus checked out her slim, naked body. He didn’t care much for humans, much less Amazons. He looked down on his kind that mated with such creatures. But he had to admit that this one was nicely put together.
“Raise your arms, bitch!” He ordered instinctively.
The purpose of which was to search a captive warrior for hidden weapons. In this instance, he couldn’t thing of where this one could hide anything, much less a weapon. But once the order given, he couldn’t back down. It would make him look like a pup, and he couldn’t allow that. Not in front of an Amazon sow.
“Now wait a minute,” Gabrielle objected defiantly.
Then for the first time she raised her head up to stare Malykus in the eyes. She could see the coldness behind those black eyes. That’s when she knew that he was serious, and dangerous. She continued to stare at him as he raised his bow threateningly.
So, reluctantly, she slowly raised her arms in the air. She brought her hands above her head, in the typical captive position, thus exposing her naked tits to the leering stare of the Centaur.
With her arms raised high, the skin of her chest became taut, which raised her tits into tight pointed tips. Malykus studied her naked form with a grin.
“Typical! Only an Amazon whore would dare to desecrate a gift of the God, Poseidon,” he accused.
“Uh!!?” Was all that a confused Gabrielle could respond with.
Looking back at the lake, then back to her captor. Now she understood his attacking her, unprovoked. Putting on her most innocent of smiles and gesticulating with her hands, pointing towards the lake.
“Oh! That! No, you don’t understand. You see, I…” she tried to explain herself.
“Silence!” Malykus roared.
He pulled out his sword to guard her. And with his other hand, reached into his supply pack to pull out a set of leather shackles. These were attached to a long rein like strap. He tossed the shackles to Gabrielle’s feet, while holding onto the other end of the strap.
Chapter 7
“Put those on!” Malykus ordered her.
“Why?” Gabrielle asked of him.
“Why?… Why?” Malykus couldn’t believe this human. “Because you are my prisoner and I’m taking you to face punishment before my king. That’s why!”
“Well, there’s really no need for these,” Gabrielle said, pointing to the shackles. “Why don’t you just let me ride on your back like a…”
Gabrielle stopped in mid sentence when the large Centaur stomped the ground heavily with his front hooves, angrily.
“Go ahead, Amazon bitch. Finish what you were about to say.” He dared her angrily. “Like a horse. That is what you were about to call me. Wasn’t it?”
“Wellll, you do have the legs for it,” she rebutted sarcastically.
“Do I look like an animal to you, wench?” He shouted back at her angrily.
Gabrielle realized now that she had crossed the line this time. Trying to make amends, she started to plead her case to Malykus.
“No, no. That’s not what I meant,” she was desperately trying to find the right words now. “Its just that it would be much faster if I… If you let me ride you.”
“I am not a transport service, you fucking whore,” he roared back. “Now put those one,” he said, as he pointed to the shackles with his sword.
She reluctantly complied. Slipping one, then the other over her wrists. By this time, she had resigned herself to her nudity, and was no longer self conscious of her exposed body.
Looking at them, she couldn’t see how efficient these shackles could possibly be. They were loose at the wrist, and with such a long strap to them, she couldn’t understand how Centaur’s expected to control their prisoners.
Just then, Malykus gave a sharp tug on the strap, which immediately tightened her wrist shackles. Next, he removed a harness-like assembly from his bag and tossed it over his equine body, adjusting it accordingly.
“Lie on the ground, bitch!” Was his next command.
Gabrielle was now getting sick and tired of this Centaur’s verbal abuse. Refusing this latest command, she planted her feet firmly and slightly apart. Placing her hands on her curvy hips, she struck a defiant pose. Sticking her chest out, which pushed out her tits before him. Her nakedness was now in full display, for all to see.
“I wish you’d stop calling me those name’s,” she demanded. “My name is Gabrielle.”
“I don’t give a shit,” he retorted.
Malykus then pulled suddenly on the strap of her shackles, causing her to stumble forward. Just as suddenly he bolted towards her.
In a defensive reaction, Gabrielle tried to back peddle from his rushing her. This caused her to lose her balance and she crashed to the ground painfully on her back. This knocked her breath away momentarily.
Wincing painfully from the fall, she was not yet aware that Malykus was now standing above her. His equine body straddling her own naked, prone form.
When she opened her eyes next, all she saw were his front hooves, and equine chest. From above, she could only hear him barking orders again.
“Now place your legs in those!” He ordered.
Looking down along his body, she saw his human finger pointing to another set of shackles dangling from his equine body.
“Pl… please. Why don’… don’t you le… let me ri… ride.” She pleaded, between gasps, as she was still trying to bet her breathing back to normal after having it knocked out of her. “I… I prom… promise not to… to try an… and escape. Or… or caus… cause trouble.”
“Do you take me for a fool, Amazon!” He yelled down at her from above. “A Centaur will never allow a prisoner to ride his back. He would be too vulnerable to treachery and attack.”
Gabrielle considered this explanation and could well understand the reasoning behind it.
“Besides, why should prisoners get a free ride, Amazon whore?” He stomped his hooves her head.
She cringed, fearing to be struck accidentally by the heavy man-beast.
“You are a sad warrior, or a cunning one. Amazon.” He continued. “No, we tie our prisoners to our underbelly. Where they belong. Those who disobey are either slain or dragged. Those are your only choices, bitch.”
Gabrielle only needed a few seconds to determine that she, in fact, had no alternative. So, using her hands, she managed to slip these new shackles to her ankles.
“OK! OK! You don’t have to be a horse’s ass about it.” She cringed at her latest jibe, and squealed and immediate apology. “Sorry, sorry.”
Malykus’ only response was a horse like “Harumph!” in disgust.
Once her ankles were inserted in the loops of these new shackles, he gave another sharp tug, which tightened firmly as before.
Gabrielle lay patiently under the Centaur. Waiting for whatever was to come next. But nothing seemed to be happening.
But in fact, above and beyond her line of sight, Malykus had twisted his human torso around and was busily adjusting the straps of her restraints to the prisoner harness on his equine back. This would take a few minutes.
When everything was ready, Malykus began pulling on the shackle straps.
Chapter 8
Without any warning, Gabrielle’s arms and legs were being pulled up along Malykus’ equine side. He was pulling her up by the strap shackles attached to her wrist and ankles. Within seconds, she felt her whole body being lifted off of the ground.
“Uh!!? what!!?” She could only ask, stupefied.
She looked on, dumbfounded, as her naked body got closer and closer to the Centaur’s furry underbelly. Thanks to the straps on her limbs, her arms and legs were now wrapping themselves around the wide equine body of the Centaur warrior.
With her legs being pulled apart by the girth of Malykus’ body, Gabrielle could feel her pussy lips unfurl from the stretching open of her calves. This also caused her love channel to open as a dark, oval chasm between her legs. This also caused her sensitive clit to become totally exposed, making it extremely vulnerable tot he prickly hair bristles of his underbelly.
Another tug from Malykus and that contact was made. It felt like dozens of needles were trying to pierce her exposed clit. This initial shock caused her to gasp out.
“Oooooh!” She cried out in pain from the hair bristles making contact with her sensitive clit.
The two invisible Gods were enjoying the spectacle immensely. Strife, because he enjoyed Gabrielle’s bondaged predicament, which was showing new aspects of these mortal bodies to his eyes. And Aphrodites, because she saw this as a fitting punishment to her mortal nemesis. One befitting the Goddess of Love.
Malykus didn’t pay no mind to her outcry. He didn’t care if she died on the spot for that matter. He continued pulling on her arm straps until he could feel her still stiff nipples make contact with his equine chest. His experience had taught him that this was tight enough to secure his human captive.
Having never captured a female human before, he didn’t take into account the gelatinous and malleable nature of a human female teats. This oversight would prove most devastating… to Gabrielle.
Believing that his prisoner was now ‘tightly’ secured. Malykus kneeled on his forelegs in order to retrieve his bow and sword off the ground. Gabrielle was worried, for a moment, of being crushed between his heavy body and the ground. But only her loose blonde tresses actually touched the soil.
Aphrodites and Strife looked on with interest, as Malykus got back up. Looking at poor Gabrielle tied to the Centaur’s underbelly brought a smile to both their lips.
Gabrielle’s head was tucked in between Malykus’ forelegs. While her spread open legs reached just past his midriff. About a foot from his rump and crotch.
The prickly hairs was finally too much for Gabrielle. Its stinging effect against her tits and clit was painful with each of his strides, as he started off for the Centaur settlement. But strangely enough, it also felt good.
And because she wasn’t strapped as tightly as he thought, with each of his steps, Gabrielle was jostled from side to side. Causing her nipples and clit to rub against the rough bristles of his belly.
The torturous friction against her now hyper sensitive body became too much for Gabrielle. She experienced a first mind blowing orgasm after only the first hundred yards of Malykus’ march. Her clit exploded with her cummy juices. Spraying his underbelly with the warm fluid.
‘The damn bitch is pissing on me,’ he mistakenly thought to himself.
His hind quarters jumped instinctively at the surprising spray. So powerful was her orgasm that a few drops actually reached the sheath of the Centaur’s cock, causing to twitch instinctively.
Gabrielle came again a few minutes later, soaking his underside once more. The scent of her sex juices went unnoticed by Malykus’ conscious mind. But his subconscious recognized it immediately. Slowly, his cockhead began to peek out of its furry sheath.
Aphrodites hated to watch all of that sex juice fall to the ground like that. But seeing the Centaur’s cock emerge was inspiring her towards another course of action. The pinkish cock was emerging to slowly to her liking though.
So, floating down to Malykus’ crotch, she once more gave substance to her tongue, lips and throat. And began to lick and suck life into his mighty prick.
More and more of it emerged to her tender ministration, as it continued to lengthen. Aphrodites would then reach over to Gabrielle’s soaked pussy and gathered some of her juices. This she would spread over the stiffening cock before her. The warm contact of that female fluid helped things further.
Aphrodites continued sucking on that virile piece of cockmeat until the first eight inches had emerged.
“This will do for my purposes,” she said.
As she reluctantly removed it from the confines of her throat.
Strife couldn’t believe what he just saw his Aunt do. He enjoyed watching it though.
Aphrodites didn’t abandon the lengthening rod. She, instead, was licking along its length rather than sucking it. She noticed Malykus’ balls were inflating. A definite sign that he was indeed getting aroused, and building up his juices.
While this was going on, Gabrielle came twice more. These multiple orgasms were beginning to take their toll on her bound body. With each one, she felt fainter and fainter. So dazed was she already that she would slip into unconsciousness. Only to be jostled awake by Malykus’ next stride.
Malykus could feel his cock stiffening, despite himself. But he paid it no mind. He expected to have his needs taken care of once he reached the settlement by one of the Centaur mares.
His cock now reached a foot in length before Aphrodites stopped ministering to it. At this length, it was just long enough to poke at Gabrielle’s naked buttocks. Aphrodites moved back to admire her handiwork.
Gabrielle had no idea what was poking her butt with each stride that her captor took. Her view was completely obstructed down her strapped body. The poking continued and became harder as the cock continued to lengthen.
Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen inches were now exposed from his sheath. Finally, its cockhead found her gaping pussyhole and two inches made its way in. This was the first time that a cock had ever entered Gabrielle’s virgin pussy.
“Ooooh!” She exclaimed, her eyes bulging at the intrusion.
Malykus bucked instinctively once he felt those warm pussy lips wrapping themselves around his still stiffening cock.
Maybe I should take the time now to describe to you the shape and size of a Centaur’s penis now. As with its body, being half man/half horse, so is its cock.
Its overall shape is very similar to a human cock. It is usually of a pinkish color and its head is like a man’s crowned penis, rather than the blunt penis head of a horse. Its girth will normally be the same as a well endowed human’s.
its equine characteristics are in its length and its balls. In Malykus’ case, when fully extended, his cock will reach a full two and a half feet in length. That’s thirty long inches, people. While his balls will bloat to the size of two large oranges. And they will manage to discharge a vast amount of jism.
The staying power of a Centaur will vary between twenty to forty-five minutes. For those that have taken a human female for a mate, copulation would usually result in their mate to lose consciousness from their multiple orgasms, long before the coupling ends.
Anyway, back to our story.
Now that those first few inches had found Gabrielle’s pussy, Aphrodites was now ready for the next part of her plan. She levitated herself so that her crotch was now level to Malykus’ face.
Strife was mesmerized at the sight of the Centaur’s cock buried, though only partially, past the blonde mortal’s pussy lips. In his own naïveté, regarding mortal intercourse. He believed this was all that was to it.
Floating above, Aphrodites proceeded with her own plans. She approached the oblivious Malykus and wrapped her Godly thighs around his head. Plastering her golden pussy over his mouth and nose, like a breathing mask.
Malykus, remaining ignorant of the Love Goddess’ presence, continued on his way. But with each breath that he took, he would inhale more of her aphrodisiac essence.
With those first few whiffs, his cock surged forward a full nine inches into Gabrielle’s vulnerably open cunt. Breaking through her hymen by the sudden invasion.
“Aiiieee!” Gabrielle screamed out in extreme pain.
She had never felt such pain in her life. She had been injured many times following Xena around. She had received her share of battle scars. But none had been as painful as what she was feeling at this very moment.
Malykus jumped in surprise at her sudden outcry. And he also realized that his cock was now fully buried in the Amazon’s pussy. When his cock surged forward, he felt it hitting the obstruction of her maidenhead before it tore open to him. He realized that he had broken through and that his captive was a virgin no longer. He never liked humans, but he had to admit that the tightness of this one’s pussy felt nice against his stiffening cock.
Experimentally, he bucked his hindlegs once to drive still more of his cock into her open womb. His cock shoved another few inches into her bound body. Blood could be seen trickling past her stuffed pussy lips.
The sight of Gabrielle’s blood excited Strife beyond his comprehension. Looking up to his Aunt, he was amused to see the Centaur’s tongue instinctively licking at her still invisible pussy.
“Oooooh! That’s niccce!” Aphrodites shuddered.
This was what Aphrodites liked best about her Godly station. She was responsible for getting mortals horny. But along the way, she could always find a way to get her own jollies. And today, it was a cunt licking.
Strife watched his Aunt getting licked only briefly. He was much more interested in the fucking that Gabrielle was getting down below. But he was also getting jealous of the goings on. He was the only one not getting any.
“Can I join in? Uh!? Can I? Can I? Uh? Uh?” He was begging his Aunt.
“Oh! All right!” Aphrodites conceded. “Now quit bothering me while I’m working. Oooooh!”
With his Aunt’s consent to participate, he realized that he would require a cock himself. So he zapped his own crotch and an eight inch black cock appeared. Like his wardrobe, it too was covered with studs. But since he had no concept of what was normal in a mortal, this cock was very thin. Only an inch in girth.
“Not bad, Uh?” He pointed to his crotch for approval from his Aunt.
Aphrodites had to hold back laughing in his face at seeing such a pitiful looking prick.
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