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Not sure how many there will be, but thinking of continuing to this little visual story each time I can grab one.
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Picture One: It was a rather simple offer, follow the address and time and be ready to please. Dazzle was more than willing and more than ready. Upon reaching the discrete location she was bound, gagged, stuffed in both holes. The toys served to both loosen and tease her, stimulate her body to be prepared for whatever would be needed of her. For Dazzle it was all too gentle, the young filly already in heat from the idea of her helplessness alone. With each passing second there was only more need in her eyes, not an ounce of hesitation present within her.
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Picture Two: The first stranger said nothing to the eager young slut, simply sniffing about her to catch a whiff of her intoxicating scent. She was offered no name and no greeting, the stallion offering his command non-verbally by pulling the gag in her mouth aside. She greeted him with warm, welcoming licks, serving to entice him all the more until he was ready. No warning preceded the hard slams into her young throat, any gag or cough held back as she was forced to endure the weight of the whole horse.