Emilia and her Little Mare

[21:11] Cassandra of Rilke freezes at the sound of clopping hooves!

[21:11] Emilia de Dominar: Hello, Cassandra~ Or should I say, Mare?

[21:13] Cassandra of Rilke feels her cheeks flushing pink as she looked up at the woman above her, already feeling so weak and -stupid- from the dominant scent of the centaur's body, her mouth opening in a quiet little gasp. "E-emilia..how are you?"

[21:18] Emilia de Dominar eases herself down, her hands tracing along her little Halfling Mare's face as she took her by the chin, having her look up upon the stern and commander worthy face. The scent of battle and sweat draping along her through the thick smell of sulfur that clung about the massive cannon harnessed upon her back. "I'm doing fine. I've been waiting to see my Smallest Mare. We left our last meeting rather unfinished, didn't we?"

[21:22] Cassandra of Rilke felt those hands, so surprisingly -gentle- as they glided down her face, cupping her chin to force it upwards into the displeased face of the Centaur cannoneer, that once proud face slowly melting into a -meek- smile upward. Far from being repulsive, the scent of the Centaur's sweat, her musk, the sulfur and blood...it was almost -intoxicating-, making her body tense up and -burn with arousal. A mare reacting to the arrival of a -true- stud.

[21:31] Emilia de Dominar rose a brow to her silent mare, a slow grin spreading crossed her face as she could scent the arousal in the air. "You really must be a little slut then, already dripping just from getting near me." She claimed, allowing herself to grab the harness about her back and slam the cannon's tongue to the ground as it was released. "I suppose I'll just have to put you to work like a real mare there." She turned herself around, letting the sweat glistening forms of her swelled equine testis hand above the halfling, the salt laden drops of must and pheromone decorating Cassandra's face in their domineering scent. She allowed her hips to buck, lending the overstuffed cum factories to her face and a sudden smack that landed her nose right in their seam. "Show proper respects to your commander and suck her balls before I'm forced to put you back into your place."

[21:36] Cassandra of Rilke watched the smile on the Centaur's face widen, and Cassie knew she was -finished-, hearing the noisy -clang- of the cannon as it hit the ground, but only able to watch as that thick length approached her face, smearing across her features before there was a noisy -clap-, of those heavy balls slapping across her chin. Up and down over her face they slid, painting her, -marking- Cassie in that potent musk before giving her that undeniable order. This had been Cassie's -last- chance to escape her fate; and now she was kneeling beneath as the centaur lowered, letting those heavy orbs lay across her face, smearing back and forth in time with her worshipful little kisses, her tongue gliding along that wrinkled flesh, making sure it was glistening with her saliva after every pass, -tasting- the dominant taste of that salty sweat.

[21:49] Emilia de Dominar let her testis glide their saliva coated forms against the halfling's face, the mare ruining scent of fertile orbs grinding into her would leave a scent that couldn't be washed away with all the hope in the world. It was a scent that kept others knowing that her tongue was made to drag crossed that domineering sack, that the bitter taste of salt and virility would be left upon her tongue for days, if not weeks. The air around her was steaming with its intoxicating scent, almost as if the air around her would suffocate another had it been any stronger. ""Good mare, make sure your commander's sack is spotless." Every kiss along those orbs left a twitch to hug them against the base, her sheath growing wide as her massive length of horsecock slung itself free, letting its pre leaking form slap against the centaur belly. She pressed herself back, burying the halfling's face in the mass of testis while her cock hung down to rub against her stomach. "Please your commander, Mare. You weren't given hands to let them be idle."

[21:53] Cassandra of Rilke let out a half muffled -moan- from beneath those two heavy orbs, her tongue sliding over the skin to make it -gleam- with wetness, the taste fresh on her tongue, making her so dizzy and -weak-. It was like all her free will, all her desires were just being drained out of her with a need to -serve- this Stallion above her. Her tongue continued to drag across those balls for an entire minute before her hands moved up, rubbing against her shaft, sticky with saliva, and then moved it up to the base of that cock. Her fingers try to interlock around that shaft but it's simply too -wide-, her hands stroking slightly, up and down that length as the Halfling's head lifted upward to begin polishing that rapidly growing cock.

[22:02] Emilia de Dominar felt her hips buck naturally against the stroking hands, her cock throbbing in its demand for attention. The moment it had slid from her sheath, her testis started to grow in heat, almost to a degree that it felt like the seed inside was boiling in want of escape from the thick walls of their fleshy prison. "That's it, good fucking Mare. Just let that head of yours empty, and serve my cock." She ordered, taking but a few steps back to let the head of her shaft lay itself upon her head, letting the virile seed drip its globs of wriggling sperm right upon her scalp like she was crowning her queen of sluts. "Strip yourself and show me your little holes, Mare." The centauress brought her cock back in a sudden arc and shoved it against her, the force of the thrust slamming into her back to bring her face first down into the puddle of seed that had began to form beneath her.

[22:06] Cassandra of Rilke felt that shaft twitching, growing and almost swelling in her hands while her lips came up to kiss and lick at the flared tip until it grew past her reach. And then the sound of those hooves clopping back, until Cassie was again allowed to wrap her lips around the flared head, tongue tasting that -wriggling- precum upon her tastebuds, almost having to -gulp- them down to force them into her belly. But then the order -again-, this time Cassie standing up and quickly unzipping the cum-stained jumpsuit she wore, stepping out quite -naked- and exposed. She knew the position- she had seen others on their cannons, chained down and used like -refreshments- when a battle was won. Cassie turned and wriggled atop the cannon, letting her legs spread wide over the still-warm metal, until she was fully atop of it, hands on either side, as though -waiting- for the chains that would hold her in place. A position to be -mounted-.

[22:18] Emilia de Dominar let out a small laugh at the sight of the obedient mare, clinging onto that recently fired cannon like a breeding post. She stepped up to her vulnerable form, dragging forth the set of metallic rings from her saddlebag and letting the chains interlock themselves between the cannon's axle and draw over her personal toy. Chains wrapped around her ankles and wrists, leaving them bound behind the metallic barrel as more lined over her shoulders and hips, one crossed her chest that held under her breasts, and another just above them to leave the pair squeezed between the metal bindings. She pressed her hands to the girl's hips, giving her a firm shake to test the security, the girl barely moving an inch against the hot war machine. The Centaur brought her powerful hooves up to slam into the ground on either side of her, the halfling treated to only he sight of the impending cock and underside of the very thing that would break her in as a mare. She brought her hips forward, a sudden shake of the cannon as her cock collided against the tightness of the mare's pussy, the flared head starting to force her to stretch those folds wide just to accommodate its huge girth. "Come on, Mare Bitch,m I know you can stretch wider than that!" She claimed, her hips arcing to land another hardened slam into her loins, each powerful thrust bringing the hip splitting size closer and closer to fitting in the tiny woman.

[22:24] Cassandra of Rilke heard that almost -pleased- laugh from behind her, and hear the clanking of the chains as they were pulled from Emilia's bag and placed around Cassandra's wrists, cuffing her in and -locking- her up tight upon that cannon as she lay there, another -permanent- decoration of the Centaur's dominance. And better yet, it was time for her -breaking-, time for her to fully realize and become the hungry, needy little mare instead of the formerly brilliant engineer! And that line began being crossed as she felt that flared head push against her spread pussy, easing herself in with frantic bucks of her hips. Halflings -were- the tightest girls in the world; made to stretch and accommodate the biggest of members to continue their bloodlines! But now that purpose was being perverted; Cassie's lips clinging tight to that girthy cock as it pushed into her body, a wet -shlk- sound filling the air with every thrust. It certainly -hurt- of course, but it wasn't anything bad- just a hungry -ache- of her body needing to be filled further and further. The poor little halfling could only look forward and watch the clouds as she was -ravaged- from behind.

[22:37] Emilia de Dominar finally stamped herself into the tightness of the halfling's pussy with one hardened slam that speared her hole wide upon the equine shaft. Emilia let out a groan through grit teeth as the constriction of the tightness had her cock wringing itself to pump pre from that saliva coated sack only to coat the walls of her passage in thick globs of fertile seed. Had the centaur been any more fertile she would me making a mother out of her cannon decoration from the primer seed alone. Her rod came slamming its flared tip against the entry to the small girl's womb, bumping itself into her cervix over and over again as she foirced her hole to mold into the shape of her massive rod. With each knock against the girl's foal chamber she bulged inward the muscular ring that protected its sanctity, the only thing keeping the slab of horsecock from claiming her fertile womb for herself, all while the centaur had not even shoved the entirety of her pulsing shaft into her cunt. "Smile, Mare, you've been promoted from Sack Washer to full fledged Cannon Slut. Your little ship building crew would be proud for you to put that little body to a real use, full of huge cock just like all you and your little halfling kind deserves to be~" She claimed, grinding her flared tip around her overstuffed hole to let every inch accommodate the domineering shaft. "You're a better broken mare than a mechanic anyway."

[22:41] Cassandra of Rilke felt her hips jerk forward as the centaur -thrust- herself forward, sinking that equine shaft deep into the halfling's body, one rough thrust at a time. It was so -big-; even having licked it, sucked upon it, Cassie hadn't ever appreciated just how -thick- it was, how wonderfully those ridges dragged across her g-spot with every thrust in and out. How it made her mind just -empty- from the pleasure as she was fucked again and again, the blows -deep- enough to make a small ache in her bellybutton, where the head was battering her cervix. And all Cassie could do was -moan-; her new purpose in life, -fulfilled-.

[22:50] Emilia de Dominar fucked the cannon into shaking, the entire war machine trying to drag itself forward as she rutted the girl with enough ferocity that the battering against her womb left the cervical ring at a slowly forming gape. The outline of the equine shaft pressed out against her stomach, the chain crossed her hips forcing it to be kept down hard enough that her cock ground against that G-Spot until it was near rubbed as raw as the punished lips of her stretched cunt. She was making her a mare fit to hold a commander's foals, one that she would use to celebrate and take out the anger of lost conflicts alike. Her hooves dug into the ground, locking her tight in a rhythm of demanding pounds that was going to mark the halfling bitched as owned inside and out. Her rod came barreling down her cunt, one sudden stuffing thrust meeting against her cervix and shoving the flared head of her cock through it like it was already claimed territory, the broad battering ram of a breeder slamming into the back of her womb where virile horse seed laid a layer of thick primer along her insides, making it flood with the staggering amount of pre that threatened to knock her up right then and there if there had not been an even more dominating load of huge swimmers brewing and churning in her sack, screaming to be let free into the punished girl's vulnerable foal chamber.

[23:31] Cassandra of Rilke felt those haunches pounding away, thrusting time and time again,without even bothering to pull out as the cannon scraped and jerked against the ground it was resting on. For Cassie, it was simply; she only had three jobs in this -new- war of hers; it was to lie still, look pretty, and -moan- when you were being used. For her part, Cassie was doing -very- well, even as the repeated thrusts began to breach the entrance to her ever-fertile womb, feeling Emilia sliding in the extra few inches in one quick motion that left her womb -aching-, only to be replaced with that thick, syrupy warmth as the precum began to flow into her sensitive walls. Cassie knew what was coming, Emilia knew what was coming...and the entire time, it rang in Cassie's mind that she had -willingly- done this to herself..she had submitted to her superiors, and they had -finally- put her in her place.

[23:43] Emilia de Dominar felt the over stuffed walls of the halfling squeezing upon the mighty girth of her length, indulging in the tightness that would bare her foals. The Stud did all the thinking for her little mare, her hands running through the girl's hair as she smashed the womb deeper into her, breath knocking thrusts bringing the cock to bruise the back wall of her soon to be claimed uterus. She swelled, the girth of her cock growing nearly an inch as her testis released a scent so thick in pheromone that it could drive lesser mares into a wild need for rutting, it could force them into heat and ready their ovum in sacrifice to the big, powerful sperm that deserved her womb to sow with their genes. "Can you feel that, Little Mare? Your little womb is going to be swelled with my foals until you couldn't hope to move off of this cannon. This is the first day of the rest of your new life, and you're going to lay like a bitch and take your commander's seed. Beg her to dump her superior seed into your womb. Beg her to swell you with foals like your body was put on this earth to do! Your days of ships and machines end right here!" She declared, her cock starting top let bursts of pre cascade along her womb at such a force and abundance that globs of it were leaking around their connection, arcing around the underside of the new slut's ass, almost gluing her to the metal surface.

[23:48] Cassandra of Rilke felt her body responding to the words above her, her body tensing and quaking as that -hard- rutting drove her over the edge into a powerful orgasm, one that left her mouth open, eyes slightly unfocused as she breathed in the thick pheromone fog that made her body prime and ready itself for it's new purpose in life. As the hand ran through her hair, before holding tight upon her scalp, Cassie felt her will seeming to just -drain- away, her lips parting as she began to -beg- for her first new task in this life, "P-please Commander! Please fill me with your foals and -use- me to spread your legacy!" She squealed out, her hips bucking away those rocking legs as those heavy balls slapped wetly against her clit, coming away sticky and coated with her juices.

[00:01] Emilia de Dominar hilted her massive slab of horsecock deep into her new mare's body, the hanging testis pressing against her body, feeling as if the twin cum factories within them were molten from the way their churning seed burned in intensity and demand. There was no hope for her womb the moment that the first gush of virile seed blasted against its back wall, the first load of weighty sperm drowning her womb in billions upon billions of her huge swimmers, the strongest that the regiment could provide as they doomed her body to birth foal after foal, the aggressive blasts leaving no inch of her pussy without a slick layer of whiteness that had the feeling of seed so thick that when the pressure shot ropes of the abundant spunk back through their joining, it came out in ever larger globs that draped every surface they touched in opaque, steaming whiteness. It dominated the sight of her hole, the powerful cock looking as if it were pumping an ever flooding amount of semen into a set of loins already covered in the pungent wash of breeding scents, as if the air itself could impregnate the weaker willed had they fallen victim to it. The stud's sperm ravaged and ruined any hopes of her getting away without children, or in fact without multiples as they gang raped her ovum into fertilization, strong centaur genes making taurs out of the halfling eggs, leaving her so full and bred it was an impossibilityfor her to not be filled with at least twins.

[00:09] Cassandra of Rilke felt that almost steaming hot spunk spurting deep inside of her womb, flooding her body and making Cassie almost -drool- with the warm sensation of contentment she felt as she was used like the breeding tool she had resigned herself to being. So heavy and thick, Cassandra swore she could almost -feel- those swimmers as they sank in, searching out her eggs and implanting them with that -superior- centaur DNA. A wet noisy -slurp- filled the air as those hooves clopped backwards, cum gushing from her sloppy, stretched out hole, her muscles far too -weak- to even attempt closing themselves as she was lifted up atop the cannon. Fastened into place, she heard the straps being fastened, her body angled somewhat downward to make sure all of that creamy cum would stay -deep- inside of her, to promote as many foals as she could. The poor little halfling was about to get a crash-course in -superior- genetics...

[00:16] Emilia de Dominar admired her newest mare, reaching down to pat her cum soaked head and bring a sharp laugh of satisfaction to the air. "Such a good Mare. Forget all about that life you ran before hand, it wont do you any good to remember." She claimed as she secured the girl, leaving her gaping hole of a pussy to drown in the seed that would make her the proud carrier of Emilia's legacy. She hoisted the cannon's harness up to her back, securing it tightly upon her back and started to clop off back towards camp, the light jangle of chains sounding as the rough ride upon the back of the cannon bounced along, the seed within her so thick that not even a drop escaped as it clung to her without remorse. With her new cannon decoration strapped to her war machine, the centaur would ready herself for the next combat, and the rutting celebration that would surely come after. "Welcome to The Brigade." She announced, her mocking laugh sounding once more as she pulled the two away.